Its December , and everyone is in Christmas spirits. Its said this is a season of giving and forgiving… That rhymes!
Whenever it comes to gifting, people always play safe, by giving cash. In weddings, naming ceremonies, House warming etc.
Why bother to go to a gift shop and spend time? I don’t know what they like! What if they don’t like what I gift? Its better to give cash, let them buy whatever they like!
But even if you just know the person, you can gauge what kind of a gift would suit them. There are some gifts with which you can never go wrong.
I believe, when you gift someone an article, its shows that you care a lot for them, and about their choices. I sincerely make an effort to take time and select the gift. Also a gift must signify the occasion. I have seen many instances where a person wants to show how much was spent on the gift. If you really value the person whom you are gifting, the value of the gift shouldn’t matter, or so I think. A gift is a gift, big , small, cheap, expensive…
Also please ensure you are gifting something, which will not be gifted again! Yes, there are people who rather intelligently re-use the gifts. “ oh yeah, I did not like the color, may be i should give this!”
The reason for me writing this post was simple, was not able to think a suitable gift…for a kid :( She is 6 yrs , my neighbor, I have attended all the birthday parties from past 3 yrs. So I have gifted a lot many things. And this time iam out of ideas. A teddy bear, a building model set, a cute frock…what do I gift now? I turned to my favorite, Google, but am not happy with the options.
There is yet another 3 yr and a 2 yr old, to whom I need to buy gifts..
As a give away, I always used to gift drawing books, coz that’s what kids love doing..Now I am thinking, I should’ve saved that idea for this..
To my friends who are into reading , its always books, ensuring I keep track of the books they are reading. I don’t want to gift them a spare..
To my girlfriends, its usually accessories , good luck charm, perfume, a bouquet of their choice of flowers, Wind chimes
To my friends who are guys, its Formal Shirts, T Shirts (without Quotes), watches, electronic accessories / gadgets
To my friends who are getting married, it varies from a photo frame , a wall clock, a show piece, a dinner set, Juice glasses, electric blender, lamp shade..
But the best gift that you can ever gift somebody is “ Your Time” , coz its gonna stay forever, and treasured and cherished.
So this Christmas, Spend sometime with you loved ones…
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Dream World
I dream of a world,
Where I am ME
A world where there are no masks,
No caste , no creed…
No hate, no disrespect;
Where every person values people as human..
A world where there is no discrimination,
Between fair or dark, rich or poor
A world where friends are family;
And family are friends
Where the ones you love ,
Are always near,
A world where there is no boundary,
No limit,
A world where money is only a object,
and not a status symbol,
where everyone is equal; irrespective of the qualification;
I dream of such a world;
Where there is no betrayal;
No enemies, no grudges
A world where only smiles and laughter galore;
A world which gives you an option,
Of holding your lovers hand,
And watch the sun set;
Or take a moon light walk;
Spend your lifetime with them ;
Loving eternally..
I dream of such a world!
Where I am ME
A world where there are no masks,
No caste , no creed…
No hate, no disrespect;
Where every person values people as human..
A world where there is no discrimination,
Between fair or dark, rich or poor
A world where friends are family;
And family are friends
Where the ones you love ,
Are always near,
A world where there is no boundary,
No limit,
A world where money is only a object,
and not a status symbol,
where everyone is equal; irrespective of the qualification;
I dream of such a world;
Where there is no betrayal;
No enemies, no grudges
A world where only smiles and laughter galore;
A world which gives you an option,
Of holding your lovers hand,
And watch the sun set;
Or take a moon light walk;
Spend your lifetime with them ;
Loving eternally..
I dream of such a world!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
My First train Journey..
Such an irony…I had never travelled in a train my entire life, until last month. It was a “TO DO” thing in my list for this year. And I am happy I did. It’s a nice feeling when; you do something which you planned. It is like an achievement. And the sense of relief you get is tremendous.
24th Sept , is an unforgettable day in my life for 2 reasons. This year it was a unique experience.
I had heard a lot about the train journey to Goa. We took the Vasco express on Friday, scheduled to depart at 9.50 PM. But the train arrived only at 9.50PM!
The first time I stepped into train, I could smell the air…it was not at all a nice feeling. We couldn’t do much once we found our seats, as there was already a family, who were asleep. I did not even realize and the train had started moving! Both the tickets had lower berth, but my friend got lucky and shifted to the upper one. Since it was a night journey, we just wrapped ourselves for a night’s sleep. It was a very unusual feeling...if the train halted at any station, I would wake up immediately. By the morning, the family had alighted at their destination, and I and my friend were the only occupants.
Early morning, it was a scene from a movie……..people making a beeline for the wash room..
It was and seemed very funny to me. But my friend warned, be careful.
Throughout the morning journey, it was a scenic view. Lush green landscapes, cool blue sky, not a hint of rain, and lots of tunnels! Every time we passed a tunnel (16 in all), the screams would soar.
Since this was my first time, everything that happened in a train amused me. The people, the place, the vendors shouting food / beverages, the stations, their names. Just an hour before reaching Goa, we passed a place called Dudh Saagar. The pass thru the falls for about 30 seconds or so and the scene is just amazing. Nature at its best. Most people at that point throng the train doors; to catch a glimpse...we were lucky enough to find some free space.
True to the movies, you do meet different kinds of people in the train. In our case too, we did.
Some who were most decent and some who were not, some who were very friendly and some disgusting to the core. And how can I forget the kids…cute, naughty and cranky… Luckily or unluckily we had to share our compartment with them.
Overall, the train journey was a pleasant one…lots of memories will now remain.
Not to forget, the return journey was also by train.
24th Sept , is an unforgettable day in my life for 2 reasons. This year it was a unique experience.
I had heard a lot about the train journey to Goa. We took the Vasco express on Friday, scheduled to depart at 9.50 PM. But the train arrived only at 9.50PM!
The first time I stepped into train, I could smell the air…it was not at all a nice feeling. We couldn’t do much once we found our seats, as there was already a family, who were asleep. I did not even realize and the train had started moving! Both the tickets had lower berth, but my friend got lucky and shifted to the upper one. Since it was a night journey, we just wrapped ourselves for a night’s sleep. It was a very unusual feeling...if the train halted at any station, I would wake up immediately. By the morning, the family had alighted at their destination, and I and my friend were the only occupants.
Early morning, it was a scene from a movie……..people making a beeline for the wash room..
It was and seemed very funny to me. But my friend warned, be careful.
Throughout the morning journey, it was a scenic view. Lush green landscapes, cool blue sky, not a hint of rain, and lots of tunnels! Every time we passed a tunnel (16 in all), the screams would soar.
Since this was my first time, everything that happened in a train amused me. The people, the place, the vendors shouting food / beverages, the stations, their names. Just an hour before reaching Goa, we passed a place called Dudh Saagar. The pass thru the falls for about 30 seconds or so and the scene is just amazing. Nature at its best. Most people at that point throng the train doors; to catch a glimpse...we were lucky enough to find some free space.
True to the movies, you do meet different kinds of people in the train. In our case too, we did.
Some who were most decent and some who were not, some who were very friendly and some disgusting to the core. And how can I forget the kids…cute, naughty and cranky… Luckily or unluckily we had to share our compartment with them.
Overall, the train journey was a pleasant one…lots of memories will now remain.
Not to forget, the return journey was also by train.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Boy and Girl
Boy and girl , lost in their worlds
Boy and Girl, don’t know how the story would unfurl;
Full of life and charming was the Boy,
His friends introduced him to the girl
At fifteen, she was bubbly with cheeks so taut that boy said “Wow! She’s hot”
Boy and Girl are now good friends
Laughter and mischief knows no ends.
One night, boy said to the girl “ Do you love me? Coz I totally do!”
Girl exclaimed “Of course, silly! How long it took you!”
And soon enough they were a thing.
Love was on in full swing,
Its been five years since the Boy and Girl met
The day they parted , let me recollect:
Girl said to boy “ You’re too much! Its always about you!”
Boy replied “ If you cant stand me……just go, do!”
Boy and Girl are twenty-six now.
Probably forgotten their break up somehow
Girl is an interior designer, making super homes.
Boy is in a call center answering lot of calls.
One evening, they both were at the supermarket
But walked past each other, like they’d never met.
Girl looked back a minute later, to see if he recognized her.
And there was boy, who once loved her to death, checking out some lady in red!
Boy and Girl, don’t know how the story would unfurl;
Full of life and charming was the Boy,
His friends introduced him to the girl
At fifteen, she was bubbly with cheeks so taut that boy said “Wow! She’s hot”
Boy and Girl are now good friends
Laughter and mischief knows no ends.
One night, boy said to the girl “ Do you love me? Coz I totally do!”
Girl exclaimed “Of course, silly! How long it took you!”
And soon enough they were a thing.
Love was on in full swing,
Its been five years since the Boy and Girl met
The day they parted , let me recollect:
Girl said to boy “ You’re too much! Its always about you!”
Boy replied “ If you cant stand me……just go, do!”
Boy and Girl are twenty-six now.
Probably forgotten their break up somehow
Girl is an interior designer, making super homes.
Boy is in a call center answering lot of calls.
One evening, they both were at the supermarket
But walked past each other, like they’d never met.
Girl looked back a minute later, to see if he recognized her.
And there was boy, who once loved her to death, checking out some lady in red!
Monday, September 6, 2010
Potato Cutlets with Cheese filling
Was bored at home Saturday evening and this is what I tried making. (Since I couldn’t find anything similar on the net
I liked it, coz it was kinda of a typical evening snack and filling too.
Ingredients :
Serves 2-3
For Cutlets:
Potatoes : 3 Large, Boiled and mashed
Green Peas: ½ cup, par Boiled & Mashed
Green Chilly paste : Made of 3 chillies
Garlic Paste : ½ tbsp
Onion : 1 medium, Chopped
Jeera Powder ( Roasted) : ¼ tsp
Kitchen King masala : ½ tsp
Garam Masala : ¼ tsp
Amchoor Powder : ¼ tsp
Salt to taste
Oil for shallow frying
Bread crumbs
For the filling :
Cheese: ½ cup, Grated ( I used Pizza cheese)
Chilly Flakes : ¼ tsp
Black pepper powder ; ½ tsp
Steps :
1. In a large bowl, mix together Potatoes, Peas, Onion, the chilli and the garlic paste.
2. Once mixed, add all the dry ingredients – Jeera powder, amchoor , Kitchen king and garam masala powder. Keep it aside.
3. In another bowl, mix together Cheese, chilly flakes and pepper powder. Doesn’t need salt, as the cheese is quite salty.
4. For the cutlet mixture, add salt mix again. Doesn’t matter if it is not smooth dough.
5. Take this cutlet mixture, enough for one. Flatten on your palm. Take a small portion of the cheese filling, (marble size) place in the middle of the cutlet mixture and cover.
6. Once rolled, flatten like a cutlet, roll over bread crumbs.
7. Heat a pan, with 2 tbsp of oil.
8. Place the cutlet and shallow fry till golden brown.
9. Serve hot , cut into 2 ( so that you can see the melted cheese), with tomato sauce or pudina chutney.
10. Enjoy !
I liked it, coz it was kinda of a typical evening snack and filling too.
Ingredients :
Serves 2-3
For Cutlets:
Potatoes : 3 Large, Boiled and mashed
Green Peas: ½ cup, par Boiled & Mashed
Green Chilly paste : Made of 3 chillies
Garlic Paste : ½ tbsp
Onion : 1 medium, Chopped
Jeera Powder ( Roasted) : ¼ tsp
Kitchen King masala : ½ tsp
Garam Masala : ¼ tsp
Amchoor Powder : ¼ tsp
Salt to taste
Oil for shallow frying
Bread crumbs
For the filling :
Cheese: ½ cup, Grated ( I used Pizza cheese)
Chilly Flakes : ¼ tsp
Black pepper powder ; ½ tsp
Steps :
1. In a large bowl, mix together Potatoes, Peas, Onion, the chilli and the garlic paste.
2. Once mixed, add all the dry ingredients – Jeera powder, amchoor , Kitchen king and garam masala powder. Keep it aside.
3. In another bowl, mix together Cheese, chilly flakes and pepper powder. Doesn’t need salt, as the cheese is quite salty.
4. For the cutlet mixture, add salt mix again. Doesn’t matter if it is not smooth dough.
5. Take this cutlet mixture, enough for one. Flatten on your palm. Take a small portion of the cheese filling, (marble size) place in the middle of the cutlet mixture and cover.
6. Once rolled, flatten like a cutlet, roll over bread crumbs.
7. Heat a pan, with 2 tbsp of oil.
8. Place the cutlet and shallow fry till golden brown.
9. Serve hot , cut into 2 ( so that you can see the melted cheese), with tomato sauce or pudina chutney.
10. Enjoy !
Sunday, September 5, 2010
God is one??
It’s a cherished wish, when you get a day off from work, and you don’t have anything to do.
It was an off for me on Krishna Janmashtami. The thought of this day, bought back some fond memories. Since I dint have any other plans apart from going to the bank, I told my mom, that we’d visit ISKCON temple. My mom was very happy. Firstly, coz I don’t believe in Idol worship & I am suggesting a visit to the temple. Secondly, ISKCON temple….i had some very bad experience there long time back and didn’t want to visit that place again.
It’s hardly a 10 min drive from my place to ISKCON, but took 30 mins (Thanks to Metro work). We reached the temple by 12 noon. As always for Janmashtami, the crowd is huge. The entrance was divided into three. General Entry, Green Pass holders and Red Pass holders.
Guess Red is for the highest paid patrons; Green is for short term / life time members. Since we are neither, I and mom entered the General entry. The crowd was not as in crazy numbers, as most of the celebrations were held the day before. But the reach to the main sacrosanct, was a serpentine route. Add to the chaos, there is a kind of a divide wall. Guess the Red / Green pass , is a pass through a shorter route.
I was in for more surprise. Once in the main hall, there are again 3 queues. The nearest passing the idol for Red pass, the second for green and the last ( as in most farther from the idol) for the general.
WOW ! I am of the opinion, god doesn’t discriminate. But why such a discrimination the people make , for just even seeing the god?
And, they don’t even let you complete your prayers….its a queue, so you have to keep moving.
I was telling my mom, such disparity. When God is one, he must be accessible to all. If such is a scenario here, imagine in Tirupathi. Does the lord say, he has paid more for the ticket, he should be let in first? Does he say, this person is from a higher caste, let him see me first? Does he discriminate this person is fair, this is dark?
Its only humans who do the inequity.
And I am sick of this human attitude.
I came back home, a bit amused, a bit sad, but a lot disgusted. Even visiting the temple is commercialized! And to what extent…
In the evening, mom was again like, it’s a Thursday, can we go to sai baba temple ? And I had a huge grin… which was inexplicable.
It was an off for me on Krishna Janmashtami. The thought of this day, bought back some fond memories. Since I dint have any other plans apart from going to the bank, I told my mom, that we’d visit ISKCON temple. My mom was very happy. Firstly, coz I don’t believe in Idol worship & I am suggesting a visit to the temple. Secondly, ISKCON temple….i had some very bad experience there long time back and didn’t want to visit that place again.
It’s hardly a 10 min drive from my place to ISKCON, but took 30 mins (Thanks to Metro work). We reached the temple by 12 noon. As always for Janmashtami, the crowd is huge. The entrance was divided into three. General Entry, Green Pass holders and Red Pass holders.
Guess Red is for the highest paid patrons; Green is for short term / life time members. Since we are neither, I and mom entered the General entry. The crowd was not as in crazy numbers, as most of the celebrations were held the day before. But the reach to the main sacrosanct, was a serpentine route. Add to the chaos, there is a kind of a divide wall. Guess the Red / Green pass , is a pass through a shorter route.
I was in for more surprise. Once in the main hall, there are again 3 queues. The nearest passing the idol for Red pass, the second for green and the last ( as in most farther from the idol) for the general.
WOW ! I am of the opinion, god doesn’t discriminate. But why such a discrimination the people make , for just even seeing the god?
And, they don’t even let you complete your prayers….its a queue, so you have to keep moving.
I was telling my mom, such disparity. When God is one, he must be accessible to all. If such is a scenario here, imagine in Tirupathi. Does the lord say, he has paid more for the ticket, he should be let in first? Does he say, this person is from a higher caste, let him see me first? Does he discriminate this person is fair, this is dark?
Its only humans who do the inequity.
And I am sick of this human attitude.
I came back home, a bit amused, a bit sad, but a lot disgusted. Even visiting the temple is commercialized! And to what extent…
In the evening, mom was again like, it’s a Thursday, can we go to sai baba temple ? And I had a huge grin… which was inexplicable.
Monday, July 19, 2010
You are worth a lot..
This is one of those forwards, which my close friend shared with me sometime back. Every word is worth. Give it a read , when you have the time.
In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question......
"What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking.
"Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."
She began to expound... As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to
ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills.
I take care of my household without the help of any man. I am in the position to
ask, "What can you bring to the table?"
The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.
She quickly corrected his thought and stated, " I am not referring to money. I
need something more." I need a man who is striving for perfection in every
aspect of life." He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to
explain.
She said, " I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally
because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded
man." I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually
because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers
is a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for perfection
financially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone
who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman , but strong
enough to keep me grounded. I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order
to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't
taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to
be worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he
can't help himself . When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there
with a puzzled look on his face.
He said, "You're asking a lot."
She replied, " I'm worth a lot."
In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question......
"What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking.
"Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."
She began to expound... As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to
ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills.
I take care of my household without the help of any man. I am in the position to
ask, "What can you bring to the table?"
The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.
She quickly corrected his thought and stated, " I am not referring to money. I
need something more." I need a man who is striving for perfection in every
aspect of life." He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to
explain.
She said, " I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally
because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded
man." I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually
because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers
is a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for perfection
financially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone
who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman , but strong
enough to keep me grounded. I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order
to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't
taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to
be worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he
can't help himself . When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there
with a puzzled look on his face.
He said, "You're asking a lot."
She replied, " I'm worth a lot."
Friday, July 9, 2010
LOST....
Last Friday I had to go to our main office in Sarjapur, for a presentation.
Since it would be a lot of time commuting, and my job being critical on Fridays, I took an approval from my boss to operate from that office for the second half.
The second half was total chaos, as people from my regular office were not able to connect to me.
As yet again, I ended up staying late till 7.45 PM in SJP campus.
Only at 7 did I realize it would not be the same commute back home. Luckily one of my colleague stayed back , and generously gave the lift till Koramangala.
Time : 8PM.
Found the nearest bus stop ( Courtesy : Auto Driver)
The bus that I got into was pretty empty. As always, I opted for a window seat. Destination : KBS, easily 1 hr travel .
The next stop, was a bit crowded. A lady in her twenties sat next to me. She seemed to be from a village. As again , in bus I am hooked to radio. I was on my ear phones and dint give much attention to her. The bus route bought back many of my memories. My previous office was in Raheja Arcade. There is usually a long signal, in front of Raheja. I was just peeping thru the window, to my left was the building where I started my recruitment experience. Lots of things running in my mind..
Now I realize that the lady sitting next to me, is actually eyeing my cell phone. Instinctively, I held back the phone. ( It had happened before also to me , that somebody tried snatching mobile from the window). I m still surprised, as the lady is still seeing the mobile. 2mins later, she asked me “ What is the time?” I replied its 8.15 PM.
The conversation continued like this:
Is lalbagh far from here?
No, not far, another few stops you will reach there.
Please tell me when it is near.
Ok
I had actually come to hospital near lalbagh. I lost my way. I don’t know where my kids are. I need to go near lalbagh.
Will they be waiting there?
I don’t know, that is where I had left them.
Meanwhile I am thinking, she is from a small village , how will she find her children in a city like Bangalore. If I am taken in unusual route , I panic.
5 mins later she is again seeing the mobile. Again I got into my questions. All the people are the same. If they see someone gullible, they try to fool. I am seeing this lady for the first time, why should I even believe her. The next thing, she would ask me for money.
Immediately, she said, can you make calls in the mobile? I said yes. Then please call my brother and ask where they are.
I said ok, do you know the number?
Yes, byheart.
I called the number. The person who picked, said, where is my sister? I’ll come there. Please ask her to stay there only.
We got into the bus and she missed.
It tried my patience to convince him, that she is already in the bus and asked him where he was. He said he is waiting near Wilson Garden Police station. I had travelled this route n number of times, but couldn’t place a police station on the way. I asked the conductor. The good soul that he was, he said, I shall tell you when we near the stop. What happened?
Lost, I said, not me but her.
He was like ok, I shall tell you.
Once we neared, Wilson Garden, I was having a tensed yet calm look..
The conductor told the driver to slow down near the police station. Once he found the lost lady’s brother, he called him and literally shouted.
The bus halted abruptly. 5 mins, I could only hear, the conductor . “ how could you leave her like that? This is a city..not a village..how would she find the way? Show some responsibility.
I was in the bus, for the rest of the time, I was in the bus, I was thinking, Why don’t we have such conductors in our life also?
Since it would be a lot of time commuting, and my job being critical on Fridays, I took an approval from my boss to operate from that office for the second half.
The second half was total chaos, as people from my regular office were not able to connect to me.
As yet again, I ended up staying late till 7.45 PM in SJP campus.
Only at 7 did I realize it would not be the same commute back home. Luckily one of my colleague stayed back , and generously gave the lift till Koramangala.
Time : 8PM.
Found the nearest bus stop ( Courtesy : Auto Driver)
The bus that I got into was pretty empty. As always, I opted for a window seat. Destination : KBS, easily 1 hr travel .
The next stop, was a bit crowded. A lady in her twenties sat next to me. She seemed to be from a village. As again , in bus I am hooked to radio. I was on my ear phones and dint give much attention to her. The bus route bought back many of my memories. My previous office was in Raheja Arcade. There is usually a long signal, in front of Raheja. I was just peeping thru the window, to my left was the building where I started my recruitment experience. Lots of things running in my mind..
Now I realize that the lady sitting next to me, is actually eyeing my cell phone. Instinctively, I held back the phone. ( It had happened before also to me , that somebody tried snatching mobile from the window). I m still surprised, as the lady is still seeing the mobile. 2mins later, she asked me “ What is the time?” I replied its 8.15 PM.
The conversation continued like this:
Is lalbagh far from here?
No, not far, another few stops you will reach there.
Please tell me when it is near.
Ok
I had actually come to hospital near lalbagh. I lost my way. I don’t know where my kids are. I need to go near lalbagh.
Will they be waiting there?
I don’t know, that is where I had left them.
Meanwhile I am thinking, she is from a small village , how will she find her children in a city like Bangalore. If I am taken in unusual route , I panic.
5 mins later she is again seeing the mobile. Again I got into my questions. All the people are the same. If they see someone gullible, they try to fool. I am seeing this lady for the first time, why should I even believe her. The next thing, she would ask me for money.
Immediately, she said, can you make calls in the mobile? I said yes. Then please call my brother and ask where they are.
I said ok, do you know the number?
Yes, byheart.
I called the number. The person who picked, said, where is my sister? I’ll come there. Please ask her to stay there only.
We got into the bus and she missed.
It tried my patience to convince him, that she is already in the bus and asked him where he was. He said he is waiting near Wilson Garden Police station. I had travelled this route n number of times, but couldn’t place a police station on the way. I asked the conductor. The good soul that he was, he said, I shall tell you when we near the stop. What happened?
Lost, I said, not me but her.
He was like ok, I shall tell you.
Once we neared, Wilson Garden, I was having a tensed yet calm look..
The conductor told the driver to slow down near the police station. Once he found the lost lady’s brother, he called him and literally shouted.
The bus halted abruptly. 5 mins, I could only hear, the conductor . “ how could you leave her like that? This is a city..not a village..how would she find the way? Show some responsibility.
I was in the bus, for the rest of the time, I was in the bus, I was thinking, Why don’t we have such conductors in our life also?
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Friends
I was awakened by an unusual sound today morning……that of screeching crows. The commotion was justified, when I saw the sight.
It was pretty strange scene. One crow was stuck between the electric wires. One of its wings was completely entangled between the wires. What was curious was, there were a bunch of other crows that were trying to “detangle” the feathers. And this was done by turns! I was surprised further, when my dad said this was going on for sometime now. We have all heard the story of the “thirsty crow”…. But I was seeing a bunch of intelligent crows.
There is a saying in Kannada, which literally translates to “if a crow sees food, it’ll call the other crows as well”. But here, I was seeing this picture and so many things were running in my head.
1. Obviously, crows are intelligent.
2. As we humans have friends, even birds do.
3. Even birds and animals, show that a friend in need, is a friend indeed.
4. Birds of the same feather flock together.
5. Heartfelt thanks to all my friends, who stood by me, in my times of sadness.
Birds were sensitive enough to stand by their fellow bird when it was in trouble, but not all humans can do that. I would admire a person, who can stand by you in times of difficulty. I have seen a group of friends that are available only during “Party time”, but not after, when you actually need them. There are always friends to take the free drinks, but very few offer back. There are always friends who pass the bill to you always, but never offer to pay even once. These are not actually friends, but just acquaintances….who will leave you at the drop of a hat.
This reminds me of the saying..Think over it.
If you really need to know who your friends are, take your address book , call them and ask them you need them to drive you to the airport. The ones who agree are your friends, the others are, well just acquaintance.
I am and will always be proud of the fact that I am always there when my friends need me. I am fortunate to have some really good friends…who care for me and who are true to their words.
It was pretty strange scene. One crow was stuck between the electric wires. One of its wings was completely entangled between the wires. What was curious was, there were a bunch of other crows that were trying to “detangle” the feathers. And this was done by turns! I was surprised further, when my dad said this was going on for sometime now. We have all heard the story of the “thirsty crow”…. But I was seeing a bunch of intelligent crows.
There is a saying in Kannada, which literally translates to “if a crow sees food, it’ll call the other crows as well”. But here, I was seeing this picture and so many things were running in my head.
1. Obviously, crows are intelligent.
2. As we humans have friends, even birds do.
3. Even birds and animals, show that a friend in need, is a friend indeed.
4. Birds of the same feather flock together.
5. Heartfelt thanks to all my friends, who stood by me, in my times of sadness.
Birds were sensitive enough to stand by their fellow bird when it was in trouble, but not all humans can do that. I would admire a person, who can stand by you in times of difficulty. I have seen a group of friends that are available only during “Party time”, but not after, when you actually need them. There are always friends to take the free drinks, but very few offer back. There are always friends who pass the bill to you always, but never offer to pay even once. These are not actually friends, but just acquaintances….who will leave you at the drop of a hat.
This reminds me of the saying..Think over it.
If you really need to know who your friends are, take your address book , call them and ask them you need them to drive you to the airport. The ones who agree are your friends, the others are, well just acquaintance.
I am and will always be proud of the fact that I am always there when my friends need me. I am fortunate to have some really good friends…who care for me and who are true to their words.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Focus
For the time being, let me just shift my focus to some other prevailing things that matter to the entire "Junta", than clogging my blog with my sad stories.
Its not that, i'll stop about them, occassionally you would also read sad poems, anger vented out, and more of frustrations.
Being in bangalore my entire life, i cant think of any other city which is as green. I know the city is losing its charm, cant really get to know the reason why.
I am just an ordinary girl, living a standard life, using the common mode of transport. Yeah, if you are also a fellow bangalorean, you might have guessed, i travel every single working day in BMTC ( Supposedly the most economical and the most profitable in the country).
Since the monsoon has set in, its raining almost every single day. So it did yesterday as well.Everbody knows how bad the traffic pile up is if it rains. It was pouring cats and dogs from 4PM or so. I realised in office that it was raining only by 5. Invariably the day i need to leave by the normal time, i end up leaving late.
I reached Majestic by around 7 PM, only to find the entire station is jammed. This wasnt the first time it was happening to me. So i being cautious, just got into the bus that was leaving the RING. Time : 7.10PM
Time:7.50PM, the bus iam in, is still at Khoday circle . Add to this, an ambulance that is stuck near the Railway station. We are about to get a green signal,when the traffic cop realises ambulance is stuck. So another long wait to get a green Signal (seems so apt to me --- Always waiting for green Signal). Once this cleared, i reached Rajajinagar 1st block within the next 15 mins. Now, West of chord rd is "donated" for Metro construction, the junction is choc-a-bloc with traffic. there are no signals, and one cop cannot control such traffic. Its actually a complete mess..come to think about it, the 2 wheelers trying to squeeze in watever little space is available, the 4 wheelers trying to overtake other vehicles stuck in the jam, and
Its not that, i'll stop about them, occassionally you would also read sad poems, anger vented out, and more of frustrations.
Being in bangalore my entire life, i cant think of any other city which is as green. I know the city is losing its charm, cant really get to know the reason why.
I am just an ordinary girl, living a standard life, using the common mode of transport. Yeah, if you are also a fellow bangalorean, you might have guessed, i travel every single working day in BMTC ( Supposedly the most economical and the most profitable in the country).
Since the monsoon has set in, its raining almost every single day. So it did yesterday as well.Everbody knows how bad the traffic pile up is if it rains. It was pouring cats and dogs from 4PM or so. I realised in office that it was raining only by 5. Invariably the day i need to leave by the normal time, i end up leaving late.
I reached Majestic by around 7 PM, only to find the entire station is jammed. This wasnt the first time it was happening to me. So i being cautious, just got into the bus that was leaving the RING. Time : 7.10PM
Time:7.50PM, the bus iam in, is still at Khoday circle . Add to this, an ambulance that is stuck near the Railway station. We are about to get a green signal,when the traffic cop realises ambulance is stuck. So another long wait to get a green Signal (seems so apt to me --- Always waiting for green Signal). Once this cleared, i reached Rajajinagar 1st block within the next 15 mins. Now, West of chord rd is "donated" for Metro construction, the junction is choc-a-bloc with traffic. there are no signals, and one cop cannot control such traffic. Its actually a complete mess..come to think about it, the 2 wheelers trying to squeeze in watever little space is available, the 4 wheelers trying to overtake other vehicles stuck in the jam, and
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Happyz Endingz
I as a person do not like movies that have a sad ending. Infact I dread to watch them also.The first thing I think before watching a movie, will be, will it make me happy at the end of the movie?
I always thought, even in my life the love I get, will be as in movies – Happyz endingz , But after such an incident in my life, I‘ve started to believe, happy endings happen only in movies and not in real life and that is why people watch movies. I cannot be so optimistic as shahrukh in the movie OSO… “ by the end, everything is happy. If it is not happy, its not the end….picture abhi baaki hai mere dost”
That’s the irony…its only in movies .
Come to think of it, it was “HAPPY ENDING” for my ex……..as he put it . “ I do not know about the future, but from past 2 months, I am very relieved “ He is happy, moving on in his life. But how can a person lead such a guiltless life? Its not as if we were infatuated. We were mature…might be too much. To tell, it was a fancy, it was for over 3 yrs .
Y ME?
I always thought, even in my life the love I get, will be as in movies – Happyz endingz , But after such an incident in my life, I‘ve started to believe, happy endings happen only in movies and not in real life and that is why people watch movies. I cannot be so optimistic as shahrukh in the movie OSO… “ by the end, everything is happy. If it is not happy, its not the end….picture abhi baaki hai mere dost”
That’s the irony…its only in movies .
Come to think of it, it was “HAPPY ENDING” for my ex……..as he put it . “ I do not know about the future, but from past 2 months, I am very relieved “ He is happy, moving on in his life. But how can a person lead such a guiltless life? Its not as if we were infatuated. We were mature…might be too much. To tell, it was a fancy, it was for over 3 yrs .
Y ME?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
My Happy Ending
(So Much For)
So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh...
Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
CHORUS
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
CHORUS
It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done
So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh...
Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
CHORUS
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
CHORUS
It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Gone....
Gone with the wind, gone with the rain
Gone are the days, when smiles was a meeting..
Gone are the best moments spent in silence..
Gone are the promises to heaven..
But how do I let go of the memories, coz
WHEN I WISHED SO, EVEN THE STARS WERE GONE..
THE BRIGHTEST OF THEM ALL..
Gone are the days, when smiles was a meeting..
Gone are the best moments spent in silence..
Gone are the promises to heaven..
But how do I let go of the memories, coz
WHEN I WISHED SO, EVEN THE STARS WERE GONE..
THE BRIGHTEST OF THEM ALL..
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Jazbaat..
The Jazbaat abhi bhi dil main….
The Jazbaat abhi bhi dil main….
Par udhar ke halaat badal gaye…
Rahe khamosh jo hum karke wafaa..
Thi Bewafai unki, ya unke khayalat badal gaye…
The Jazbaat abhi bhi dil main….
Par udhar ke halaat badal gaye…
Rahe khamosh jo hum karke wafaa..
Thi Bewafai unki, ya unke khayalat badal gaye…
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Taraste the..
Taraste thé jo hum umar bhar jinke didar ko
Woh aaye bhi na mere majaar ko..
Mudke bhi na dekha mere janaje ko..
Itni berukhi thi mere yaar ko.
Woh aaye bhi na mere majaar ko..
Mudke bhi na dekha mere janaje ko..
Itni berukhi thi mere yaar ko.
Hold on to me..................
Hold on to my hand,
and never let go.
I'll tell you my thoughts,
then you will know.
Hold on to my waist,
Because I'll feel safe.
Let's cherish everyday,
Cuz everyday's a gift.
Hold on to my body,
for someday I will fall.
I will fall into pain.
Worst pain of them all.
Remember my words I've spoken,
for if I die,
you'll never hear them anymore.
Even if you cried.
Hold on tight to my heart,
For it's like glass.
If you drop it,
it will crack.
Hold on to me,
For I'm like a mirror.
If you break me,
I will shatter.
A poem i had sent to my ex, 19th July 2007
and never let go.
I'll tell you my thoughts,
then you will know.
Hold on to my waist,
Because I'll feel safe.
Let's cherish everyday,
Cuz everyday's a gift.
Hold on to my body,
for someday I will fall.
I will fall into pain.
Worst pain of them all.
Remember my words I've spoken,
for if I die,
you'll never hear them anymore.
Even if you cried.
Hold on tight to my heart,
For it's like glass.
If you drop it,
it will crack.
Hold on to me,
For I'm like a mirror.
If you break me,
I will shatter.
A poem i had sent to my ex, 19th July 2007
Monday, March 15, 2010
Goodbye my lover..
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
´Cause I saw the end before we´d begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what´s mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won´t stop there,
I am here for you if you´d only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I´ve kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I´ve been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can´t break my spirit - it´s my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I´ve seen you cry, I´ve seen you smile.
I´ve watched you sleeping for a while.
I´d be the mother of your child.
I´d spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We´ve had our doubts but now we´re fine,
And I love you, I swear that´s true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I´m asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I´m kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I´m so hollow, baby, I´m so hollow.
I´m so, I´m so, I´m so hollow.
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
´Cause I saw the end before we´d begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what´s mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won´t stop there,
I am here for you if you´d only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I´ve kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I´ve been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can´t break my spirit - it´s my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I´ve seen you cry, I´ve seen you smile.
I´ve watched you sleeping for a while.
I´d be the mother of your child.
I´d spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We´ve had our doubts but now we´re fine,
And I love you, I swear that´s true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I´m asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I´m kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I´m so hollow, baby, I´m so hollow.
I´m so, I´m so, I´m so hollow.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Opposite of Love …is not Hate, but Indifference
Have been thinking about this statement a lot..how indifferent can we become towards a person we love? Its not actually not hating the person. You just become INDIFFERENT towards that person. When you are in love, you are always caring about that person, worried about their safety.
When there is no love, you become indifferent to that person.
When there is no love, you become indifferent to that person.
Friday, March 5, 2010
All good things , come to an end
Honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
Come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
Come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die die die die die
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
Come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day till the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
Come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
Come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die die die die die
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
Come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day till the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Neigeant..
I had created this blog long back...but never wrote anything. Finally the time has come..
Neigeant...means Snowing..its a french term , named the blog so, coz i like snow a lot..and i am in a place where it doesnt snow.. Irony.
Of late , i am in a lot of agony, not physically, but mentally.
" Whom do you turn to, when the only person who can stop you, is the one who made you cry?" .
At the radio , i am hearing "Suna Gham Judaai Ka Uthaate Hai Log, Jaane Zindagi Kaise Bitaate Hai Log, Din Bhi Yahaan To Lage Baras Ke Samaan, Hume Intezaar Kitna Yeh Hum Nahin Jaante"
Wonder how people can live a life after failing their promises...
Do they have any guilt?
Neigeant...means Snowing..its a french term , named the blog so, coz i like snow a lot..and i am in a place where it doesnt snow.. Irony.
Of late , i am in a lot of agony, not physically, but mentally.
" Whom do you turn to, when the only person who can stop you, is the one who made you cry?" .
At the radio , i am hearing "Suna Gham Judaai Ka Uthaate Hai Log, Jaane Zindagi Kaise Bitaate Hai Log, Din Bhi Yahaan To Lage Baras Ke Samaan, Hume Intezaar Kitna Yeh Hum Nahin Jaante"
Wonder how people can live a life after failing their promises...
Do they have any guilt?
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