It was fine morning and as usual mom didn’t allow us to study till late night as she would always want us to finish studying two days before the exams! So was this time!the borad exam of my life, god the terror that’s created at the name of board exam. I was terrified too. I slept early, but I can never get up early however early I sleep, but today was the day of terror, I couldn’t sleep. I got up early, 4th march 2003. I guess I watched cricket match between India and Pakistan the day before, and India had won, although I am not very much interested in cricket but that match was worth watching. I got up and only sound was mom working from kitchen. I got up and went straight to kitchen and hugged her, she was really scared and turned back, I said mumma mujhe neend nahi aa rahi hai!if it would have been any other day, she would have slapped me back to have scared her, but she was also equally nervous as I was or rather we were. Double danger mom had to face, both have to perform well, even one doesn’t means no happiness for our family, unlike others! It was cold day, mom made tea, and we both were sitting in out garden, talking nothing and just one thing she said “ at the most kya hoga, soch? I replied, “ I wont perform well in my exams” mind it I meant I wont perform well, as I knew I would pass because of the effort mom had put to teach us history, I was really bad at it”. And then I started cycling in my gym cycle for about half and hour to activate my sleeping mind or to control my temper.
And today after 7 years, I got up nervous and went to kitchen, mom was not there, but I could hear the flights in the sky, was wondering I once wanted to be a Air force Pilot and was wondering every child wants to be a Pilot for the fascination towards flying high in the sky, then I looked at birds, once I also wanted to have wings like birds to compete with the planes in the sky. But all I knew was I wanted to fly. Yes I am flying because of the butterflies in my stomach. A special friend had got a special tea; I made that thinking that would help to stop the butterflies from flying.
I wanted to talk to mom, but didn’t really feel like creating unnecessary tension for her, because of the distance and time that I can reach back to her was more, unlike three hours of the board exams. Well what I am going to do if I reveal, there are my colleagues in office who will laugh like the smiley we used to have on yahoo, falling and rolling on the ground (I should have made a warning statement, read the blog or talk to me about the blog when no one is around, in the beginning. lol), although most of them are aware of what I am going to do, as I kept asking them doubts time and again. I asked doubts about the discussion and things for today, whoever came on my way as I was taught during my MBA, ask what you want to know. I wanted to know a lot, I wanted a source of information to tell me what I am supposed to do next. I went back to that same question of mom “ at the most kya hoga?” I imagined the disasters that can happen with me, no phone works, the V-Con doesn’t work, no one turns up (I wish that happens, which wont), over all I can say a nightmare like the one I had in morning and got up with a shock. I was told whatever you do, do your homework, in my post graduation, I have done my homework, but the issue is with the people, would they have remembered to do their homework????? At the most kya hoga, I again asked myself, and I got the answer. I smiled, chal hone de disaster, I will do the head on collision with it, because even if that’s gonna happen I will be happy, because that’s the way god took out for me for the thing I couldn’t decide on my own for so long. Now guess what that “At the most thing ,could be on which I smiled?”
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
“Is love because of possessiveness or possessiveness because of love?”
Every day Lavanya and me would get up with sounds of birds fluttering in our balcony. When appa amma would be here, they would again and again open the balcony and flow them away so that we get to sleep few more hours. I used to get up, see mom dad doing that, smile and sleep back. Now that ma pa both are back to Delhi, we have got used to putting another pillow on our heads and sleep back.
A weekend started, and my sis as usual the cleanliness freak began her work, well would never do the cleaning alone, and all the members in the family present at home have to do. Unfortunately I am alone stuck as of now with her in our small one room apartment in Chennai. If it was Delhi, I would divide the rooms and scream I will do the ones allotted for me and you mind your own business and try hard shifting all my room kooda, not exactly kooda, but whatever things are not in place in my room, saying all these should be in yours.
Well not diverting, in Chennai, a fine Sunday morning, and she opens the curtains and says, uth ja shona, chal shuru ho ja. Shona only ones, next time all bad words would come out if I don’t get up. Today’s target was cleaning balcony, and balcony ka slab where the pigeon had given birth to the babies. We knew it because of the broken eggshells we saw one day on the floor. We left it because of sentiments; thinking let it grow big so that when it will fly away we will clean. It’s been long, so today was the special occasion of cleaning the balcony.
Lavanya climbs on chair and looks on the slab, again and again, then as usual, called mumma “amma kaise clean Karen?bohot hi zyada messy state me hai slab, darr lag raha hai , (because pigeons were still there)how do we do?” . As if amma appa are going to come immediately and help us do that, I wish it could happen. So now mom’s suggestion, call plumber or electrician and ask them to help. And as usual Lavanya will never do the outdoor work, and scream at me, “ ja Sharanya, and bring electrician”, badbate hue I have to go, coz I know I don’t have the option of saying a no.
We called up the electrician and cleaned everything, and left the two small pigeons alone and cleaned everything around it. By the time we had completed the cleaning activity, we were both completely exhausted and sat to take a break and mom calls again asking “ kya hua, called someone?clean kar diya?” and sis would narrate the entire story and then it strikes my mom , “you didn’t touch the pigeons na?” we were like no but why, then mom said if you would have touched it, the bigger ones will never feed it anymore or take it away!!!! Well there I am in my thoughts of this concept now! Lavi and me were like wahhh kya possessiveness hai?
Pigeons don’t allow anyone else even to touch their babies, you do and that’s it, it’s no more mine. I was taken into my own thoughts, human are no different. I thought what am I possessive about? No doubt about my family-includes only ma, pa and sis! What else? My room, my notice board at home, my friends, at least few, but the possessiveness is not so strong that I can’t share them with anyone, yes there are few.
I still remember when I was very young I was very attached to my grandma and when I got to know that she has cancer and she wouldn’t live long, I was shattered. From then ma would always teach me, you shouldn’t be so possessive about anyone or anythings that you cant live without them, yet grandma lived for almost 6 years after that and by that time, I was grown enough to understand, yet it was difficult for me.
I think I am confusing possessiveness with love. So now the question is “Is love because of possessiveness or possessiveness because of love?”
Let me analyse the case of pigeon. The pigeons wont touch their babies if the human would have done them, every mother loves the child, so is in the case of birds, but then if they love them, they shouldn’t leave them. So its love because of possessiveness because once they become some else, the possession is lost, and so is the love.
When it comes too human, I love something or some one, because I posses them, so I am being possessive about the same. So it’s the same love because of possessiveness.
But when I love something, I make sure that I get the same, and I possess them. Whether it’s books or friends, or my beanbag, so this can be said as possessiveness because of love. As I loved something, now I possess them- well I can say that’s because I am ziddi(pampered) too!!!
But as always I am still confused what to conclude? “Is love because of possessiveness or possessiveness because of love?”
A weekend started, and my sis as usual the cleanliness freak began her work, well would never do the cleaning alone, and all the members in the family present at home have to do. Unfortunately I am alone stuck as of now with her in our small one room apartment in Chennai. If it was Delhi, I would divide the rooms and scream I will do the ones allotted for me and you mind your own business and try hard shifting all my room kooda, not exactly kooda, but whatever things are not in place in my room, saying all these should be in yours.
Well not diverting, in Chennai, a fine Sunday morning, and she opens the curtains and says, uth ja shona, chal shuru ho ja. Shona only ones, next time all bad words would come out if I don’t get up. Today’s target was cleaning balcony, and balcony ka slab where the pigeon had given birth to the babies. We knew it because of the broken eggshells we saw one day on the floor. We left it because of sentiments; thinking let it grow big so that when it will fly away we will clean. It’s been long, so today was the special occasion of cleaning the balcony.
Lavanya climbs on chair and looks on the slab, again and again, then as usual, called mumma “amma kaise clean Karen?bohot hi zyada messy state me hai slab, darr lag raha hai , (because pigeons were still there)how do we do?” . As if amma appa are going to come immediately and help us do that, I wish it could happen. So now mom’s suggestion, call plumber or electrician and ask them to help. And as usual Lavanya will never do the outdoor work, and scream at me, “ ja Sharanya, and bring electrician”, badbate hue I have to go, coz I know I don’t have the option of saying a no.
We called up the electrician and cleaned everything, and left the two small pigeons alone and cleaned everything around it. By the time we had completed the cleaning activity, we were both completely exhausted and sat to take a break and mom calls again asking “ kya hua, called someone?clean kar diya?” and sis would narrate the entire story and then it strikes my mom , “you didn’t touch the pigeons na?” we were like no but why, then mom said if you would have touched it, the bigger ones will never feed it anymore or take it away!!!! Well there I am in my thoughts of this concept now! Lavi and me were like wahhh kya possessiveness hai?
Pigeons don’t allow anyone else even to touch their babies, you do and that’s it, it’s no more mine. I was taken into my own thoughts, human are no different. I thought what am I possessive about? No doubt about my family-includes only ma, pa and sis! What else? My room, my notice board at home, my friends, at least few, but the possessiveness is not so strong that I can’t share them with anyone, yes there are few.
I still remember when I was very young I was very attached to my grandma and when I got to know that she has cancer and she wouldn’t live long, I was shattered. From then ma would always teach me, you shouldn’t be so possessive about anyone or anythings that you cant live without them, yet grandma lived for almost 6 years after that and by that time, I was grown enough to understand, yet it was difficult for me.
I think I am confusing possessiveness with love. So now the question is “Is love because of possessiveness or possessiveness because of love?”
Let me analyse the case of pigeon. The pigeons wont touch their babies if the human would have done them, every mother loves the child, so is in the case of birds, but then if they love them, they shouldn’t leave them. So its love because of possessiveness because once they become some else, the possession is lost, and so is the love.
When it comes too human, I love something or some one, because I posses them, so I am being possessive about the same. So it’s the same love because of possessiveness.
But when I love something, I make sure that I get the same, and I possess them. Whether it’s books or friends, or my beanbag, so this can be said as possessiveness because of love. As I loved something, now I possess them- well I can say that’s because I am ziddi(pampered) too!!!
But as always I am still confused what to conclude? “Is love because of possessiveness or possessiveness because of love?”
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
What was I doing at this point last year?
Yesterday was a national holiday and I have become a bad Indian to assume that national holiday is nothing but another holiday, and I am getting an extra holiday to sleep! Well I may sound really bad, but how many of us know what’s the meaning of republic? I don’t know, honestly I don’t know!In school I used to give speech saying , aaj ke din 50 saal pehle humara samvidhan lagu hua tha!!!samvidhan kaun janta hai iska matlab?I don’t what my samvidhan is!
Delhi during every January freezes and dad would be there in India Gate performing his official duty, so that forced us to get up and watch the parade in TV thinking thousands of people like pa are performing their duties there. So it was a ritual to get up at 8 and switch the TV on that early in the morning and watch. Otherwise to switch the TV so early in the morning on any other holiday is strictly prohibited for us and also for dad, because morning of a holiday are the time for cleaning, studying and doing household work, may be this a one of the consequences of mother being a teacher1i love that fact its that way, and I have got used to of it.
Well yesterday was very different for me. Although it was republic day and holiday, rest everything was different. First republic day in Chennai,I got up with a loud noise (well I can say noise, because it disturbed my sleep) of A.R.Rehman’s Vande Mataram, well that could have been slightly normal, if it was in Hindi, which also was not. Never mind, managed to get up and start the day as I had lot of things to do. But we both started to think, where were we last Republic day?Lavanya tried to search for the patriotic songs in laptop, which she had downloaded last year. And she did manage to find them and had put in competition to the speaker playing outside, to tell him bhaiya hindi gaane chala de.lol.
So this thought took me in my thoughts as usual. What was I doing this time last year I don’t remember, but yes I do remember special occasions when something special happened, like on last to last diwali, we went to Bhargav Uncle’s home for dinner, on my last to last Birthday , me and Lavanya went to Delhi war cemetery and she shouting on me, birthday wale din u have brought me to a burial place, but we remembered it. Last valentine’s day, I went to attend some classes, seeing all the couples happily spending time, and me driving down the roads of Delhi all alone, and then evening with sis,shweta shilpa and priyam bhaiya, we all had my favorite hot chocolate fudge at Nirula’s, at Priyas(a place to hang out in Delhi).I still remember I was in my favorite pink ZOO-ZOO t-shirt with my white overcoat and jeans.
But we don’t remember all days like these special days, but I remember when I was a kid I used to write my daily dairy which no doubt were thrown when the diary was over, but mom made us do that to improve our English vocabulary and writing skills :-).and now we are grown up, writing a diary would be considered foolish.
So to conclude, I wonder whether memories should be saved in terms of photos and diaries and blogs (a new concept I read recently the blog diary). I loved the idea Not diverting, should memories be saved or not? Or just live the moment and get over with it? I felt living the moment for now is a better idea, because memories at times, hurts us more, if good memories land up being over fast. But I still laugh at the marriage photos of my parents and video’s of my uncle and aunt and observing their tensing reactions during their marriages, it seems funny and I think memories should be saved. But when I imagine a widow mother looking at the photo’s of old days, with her husband and children, during their happy times, where she is all alone these days (namesake book effect, although haven’t finished it, sis told the partial story which was somewhat like this, when wife remembers life after the husband’s death), I feel memories should not be saved. When I see a daughter parting away from her parents after her marriage, parents sitting alone at home, watching her photos as a kid, I feel memories should not be saved. When I see a daughter seeing the photos or video of her mother (who is no more in this earth), mother running behind her small daughter, to give her food, I feel memories should not be saved. When I see a son, seeing the albums of his dad, who is no more and son looks himself in mirror to see if he looks like his dad now, I feel memories should be saved, or I guess should not be saved. When I see a lover, reading the old cards and letters, and looking at the gifts by her/his beloved, who no longer is with her/him (for any/many of the reasons), I feel memories should not be saved.
Should memories be saved or not? I am still wondering!!!!
Delhi during every January freezes and dad would be there in India Gate performing his official duty, so that forced us to get up and watch the parade in TV thinking thousands of people like pa are performing their duties there. So it was a ritual to get up at 8 and switch the TV on that early in the morning and watch. Otherwise to switch the TV so early in the morning on any other holiday is strictly prohibited for us and also for dad, because morning of a holiday are the time for cleaning, studying and doing household work, may be this a one of the consequences of mother being a teacher1i love that fact its that way, and I have got used to of it.
Well yesterday was very different for me. Although it was republic day and holiday, rest everything was different. First republic day in Chennai,I got up with a loud noise (well I can say noise, because it disturbed my sleep) of A.R.Rehman’s Vande Mataram, well that could have been slightly normal, if it was in Hindi, which also was not. Never mind, managed to get up and start the day as I had lot of things to do. But we both started to think, where were we last Republic day?Lavanya tried to search for the patriotic songs in laptop, which she had downloaded last year. And she did manage to find them and had put in competition to the speaker playing outside, to tell him bhaiya hindi gaane chala de.lol.
So this thought took me in my thoughts as usual. What was I doing this time last year I don’t remember, but yes I do remember special occasions when something special happened, like on last to last diwali, we went to Bhargav Uncle’s home for dinner, on my last to last Birthday , me and Lavanya went to Delhi war cemetery and she shouting on me, birthday wale din u have brought me to a burial place, but we remembered it. Last valentine’s day, I went to attend some classes, seeing all the couples happily spending time, and me driving down the roads of Delhi all alone, and then evening with sis,shweta shilpa and priyam bhaiya, we all had my favorite hot chocolate fudge at Nirula’s, at Priyas(a place to hang out in Delhi).I still remember I was in my favorite pink ZOO-ZOO t-shirt with my white overcoat and jeans.
But we don’t remember all days like these special days, but I remember when I was a kid I used to write my daily dairy which no doubt were thrown when the diary was over, but mom made us do that to improve our English vocabulary and writing skills :-).and now we are grown up, writing a diary would be considered foolish.
So to conclude, I wonder whether memories should be saved in terms of photos and diaries and blogs (a new concept I read recently the blog diary). I loved the idea Not diverting, should memories be saved or not? Or just live the moment and get over with it? I felt living the moment for now is a better idea, because memories at times, hurts us more, if good memories land up being over fast. But I still laugh at the marriage photos of my parents and video’s of my uncle and aunt and observing their tensing reactions during their marriages, it seems funny and I think memories should be saved. But when I imagine a widow mother looking at the photo’s of old days, with her husband and children, during their happy times, where she is all alone these days (namesake book effect, although haven’t finished it, sis told the partial story which was somewhat like this, when wife remembers life after the husband’s death), I feel memories should not be saved. When I see a daughter parting away from her parents after her marriage, parents sitting alone at home, watching her photos as a kid, I feel memories should not be saved. When I see a daughter seeing the photos or video of her mother (who is no more in this earth), mother running behind her small daughter, to give her food, I feel memories should not be saved. When I see a son, seeing the albums of his dad, who is no more and son looks himself in mirror to see if he looks like his dad now, I feel memories should be saved, or I guess should not be saved. When I see a lover, reading the old cards and letters, and looking at the gifts by her/his beloved, who no longer is with her/him (for any/many of the reasons), I feel memories should not be saved.
Should memories be saved or not? I am still wondering!!!!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Reaping the fruits today, of the seeds sown yesterday
When I used to be in school, as every child does, I hated studying too. Studying used to consume my play time, my TV watching time. And the also the most irritating part was painting classes and the extracurricular activity participation when mom used to force us to by heart the Sanskrit shlokas, Hindi and English recitations, paintings practice and essay writings and what not in the name of extracurricular? !!!!!!!! Amma papa always used to say, “aaj mehnat kiya to you will be happy tomorrow and if you enjoy today, you will slog lifelong”
We (me, Lavanya and students and teachers from other schools) were sitting at the coast guard office and painting .The theme was the coast guard saving people in the coast. Before the competition had begun, I still remember a senior officer asking all students there what you want to become. A girl answered, I want to become a software engineer, a boy said I want to join army, Lavanya as ever confidently said “I want to become a journalist”, I didn’t know what to say, so I also said I want to become a software engineer, just knowing it has got something to do with computers and imagined sitting in front of the system and typing something, smiling happily. And as we were talking to the officials there, they asked which school are you from, and the moment we said DTEA. There was a loud noise in the office,” where is Manish? Where is Manish??Call Pathak yaar??”Soon a young smart handsome person entered the arena and his officer treated him saying “meet the students from your school”, and then he talked to us about his teachers and the school during his time , unluckily the conversation didn’t last long, as he had passed the school long time back and the teachers he was talking about had retired. Then the competition took place and we made exactly what mom had taught us, during the practice at home and when the results were being announced, third prize to Lavanya, it wasn’t she who was happy but Manish bhaiya who was filled with pride that his school has won the award. Since then my perception about painting and extracurricular changed and I did it happily, as I understood it was not merely the activity but a means of knowing and interacting with people, gaining knowledge from different parts of the world. From this competition I knew what a software engineer does, I decided my goals of life that day and what I wanted to study in life, and decided to do my MBA-although I only decided and still hated studying. This event took place in 2001, January month on the coast guard day.
The day had come, the captain handling five other people in the ground (the game is not at all known in India-ball badminton) but to represent Delhi was a big thing for me! That was instance where I started to focus on games, and was a part of national event. We had practiced for a short span of time, but Krishnan sir had convinced amma papa that we can go for national game, we reached the place. Played the matches, one after the other match we lost badly. In that unknown game when I saw the terrific competition I decided, I am made for studying as god has given me the power of intellect. Sitting at home and studying , cozy cozy inside the rajai or in the AC thanda thanda (thanks to our parents that they provided us with all such facilities) was far easier rather than focusing on games or playing in hot sun or in the chilly winter getting up early in the morning and practicing. This event took place in 2002, January month.
Then was the year of boards, we both studied day and night, I am proud that we were called nerd, burnt the midnight oil and prepared for the exams. And I still remember the day we both were sitting at home, amma papa had been to office, and we both took a nap of 15 minutes and got up and when mom returned home we both said “sorry ma we slept for 15 minutes while studying”. This event took place in 2003, December month. When the results had come in 2003, May, it was according to what we deserved. Sorry don’t want to boast about, all I can say is it was good, in fact very good is all what I can say.
Then we pursued higher studies, seeing all ups and downs in life, which was a part and parcel of it. And then yesterday 2010, December, I was at Wipro Chennai, Dancing in the DJ night of my office, living our life to the fullest, enjoying life. And then when I was travelling back home, completely exhausted, I was reminded of amma appa’s words which they used to say “aaj mehnat kiya to you will be happy tomorrow and if you enjoy today, you will slog lifelong”.we are Reaping the fruits today, of the seeds that were sown yesterday.
Today 31st December, I am sitting in the corporate office (because of the portfolio I carry in my interviews, of the extracurricular activities and the academic record certificates), in front of the system, typing something, happily smiling as I had imagined myself once, after having completed my MBA. My parents who are full of pride for their children and see the same happiness which I once saw in Manish Bhaiya and the same Pride which he had for his school to have won the competition .and thanks to Krishnan sir to have taken us for that national event, which brought the realization at the right time.
I lost the game but won the game of life.
We (me, Lavanya and students and teachers from other schools) were sitting at the coast guard office and painting .The theme was the coast guard saving people in the coast. Before the competition had begun, I still remember a senior officer asking all students there what you want to become. A girl answered, I want to become a software engineer, a boy said I want to join army, Lavanya as ever confidently said “I want to become a journalist”, I didn’t know what to say, so I also said I want to become a software engineer, just knowing it has got something to do with computers and imagined sitting in front of the system and typing something, smiling happily. And as we were talking to the officials there, they asked which school are you from, and the moment we said DTEA. There was a loud noise in the office,” where is Manish? Where is Manish??Call Pathak yaar??”Soon a young smart handsome person entered the arena and his officer treated him saying “meet the students from your school”, and then he talked to us about his teachers and the school during his time , unluckily the conversation didn’t last long, as he had passed the school long time back and the teachers he was talking about had retired. Then the competition took place and we made exactly what mom had taught us, during the practice at home and when the results were being announced, third prize to Lavanya, it wasn’t she who was happy but Manish bhaiya who was filled with pride that his school has won the award. Since then my perception about painting and extracurricular changed and I did it happily, as I understood it was not merely the activity but a means of knowing and interacting with people, gaining knowledge from different parts of the world. From this competition I knew what a software engineer does, I decided my goals of life that day and what I wanted to study in life, and decided to do my MBA-although I only decided and still hated studying. This event took place in 2001, January month on the coast guard day.
The day had come, the captain handling five other people in the ground (the game is not at all known in India-ball badminton) but to represent Delhi was a big thing for me! That was instance where I started to focus on games, and was a part of national event. We had practiced for a short span of time, but Krishnan sir had convinced amma papa that we can go for national game, we reached the place. Played the matches, one after the other match we lost badly. In that unknown game when I saw the terrific competition I decided, I am made for studying as god has given me the power of intellect. Sitting at home and studying , cozy cozy inside the rajai or in the AC thanda thanda (thanks to our parents that they provided us with all such facilities) was far easier rather than focusing on games or playing in hot sun or in the chilly winter getting up early in the morning and practicing. This event took place in 2002, January month.
Then was the year of boards, we both studied day and night, I am proud that we were called nerd, burnt the midnight oil and prepared for the exams. And I still remember the day we both were sitting at home, amma papa had been to office, and we both took a nap of 15 minutes and got up and when mom returned home we both said “sorry ma we slept for 15 minutes while studying”. This event took place in 2003, December month. When the results had come in 2003, May, it was according to what we deserved. Sorry don’t want to boast about, all I can say is it was good, in fact very good is all what I can say.
Then we pursued higher studies, seeing all ups and downs in life, which was a part and parcel of it. And then yesterday 2010, December, I was at Wipro Chennai, Dancing in the DJ night of my office, living our life to the fullest, enjoying life. And then when I was travelling back home, completely exhausted, I was reminded of amma appa’s words which they used to say “aaj mehnat kiya to you will be happy tomorrow and if you enjoy today, you will slog lifelong”.we are Reaping the fruits today, of the seeds that were sown yesterday.
Today 31st December, I am sitting in the corporate office (because of the portfolio I carry in my interviews, of the extracurricular activities and the academic record certificates), in front of the system, typing something, happily smiling as I had imagined myself once, after having completed my MBA. My parents who are full of pride for their children and see the same happiness which I once saw in Manish Bhaiya and the same Pride which he had for his school to have won the competition .and thanks to Krishnan sir to have taken us for that national event, which brought the realization at the right time.
I lost the game but won the game of life.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Learning’s from my life
·If you ask a person not to do something, they are sure to do it.
·If you tell your friend that’s my enemy, the friend will become enemy’s friend
·If you have an option, you would always think about the second, later realizing the first was better
·Its better to do head on collision with fear than to be scared about doing things
·Its better to accept the mistake and be relieved than not to admit and remain stressed
·When you aren’t comfortable at the first go, never think things will get better with time, it is sure to get worse
·Attitude please! Simplicity is considered foolish
·A person succeeds in life only after he fails in love
·A challenge can make your life or ruin your life (I fall in the first category)
·Guys never mean what they say, because they themselves don’t understand what they say
·Real life can never be like reel life! (Thought life would be like alaipayuthey and landed in Chennai)
·Guys cant understand words, so slap them and say “you are wrong”
·If other’s are jealous of you, be sure that you are on the right path and you are successful (courtesy-lavi’s friend)
·Its very easy to break the things, but difficult to make the things
·Silence between two people will not bring them near, rather take them so far that things can never be reverted back, so please say things, I cant imagine what you mean
·You greatest friend today will be your enemy tomorrow.
·Parent’s love can never be equated to any other people! (Applicable only to emotional person, not for an insensitive, I again fall in first category)
·If you have the capability, you have it! If you don’t have, you can never get it
·If you hit the wall, it will hurt you, not the wall
·I have not given you the right to hurt me or my family, if you do, you will be hurt more than me (us)
·Hard work is the key to success, smart workers think they are smart, but soon they are proved wrong.
·There is never a short cut to success
·I have the power to make my own destiny
·If you think you will sit and you can change your destiny, you actually are, by making your life worse, which other way would have been good.
·I always regret for what I have done, only in short run, in long run, I laugh at my regrets, if you don’t you aren’t a human
·Should keep the professional and personal life as two different things!
·Your weakness is your strength, and your strength is your weakness, one tends to become overconfident while displaying the strengths
·If I can adjust according to you, I can adjust not according to you!Beware!:-)
·If you tell your friend that’s my enemy, the friend will become enemy’s friend
·If you have an option, you would always think about the second, later realizing the first was better
·Its better to do head on collision with fear than to be scared about doing things
·Its better to accept the mistake and be relieved than not to admit and remain stressed
·When you aren’t comfortable at the first go, never think things will get better with time, it is sure to get worse
·Attitude please! Simplicity is considered foolish
·A person succeeds in life only after he fails in love
·A challenge can make your life or ruin your life (I fall in the first category)
·Guys never mean what they say, because they themselves don’t understand what they say
·Real life can never be like reel life! (Thought life would be like alaipayuthey and landed in Chennai)
·Guys cant understand words, so slap them and say “you are wrong”
·If other’s are jealous of you, be sure that you are on the right path and you are successful (courtesy-lavi’s friend)
·Its very easy to break the things, but difficult to make the things
·Silence between two people will not bring them near, rather take them so far that things can never be reverted back, so please say things, I cant imagine what you mean
·You greatest friend today will be your enemy tomorrow.
·Parent’s love can never be equated to any other people! (Applicable only to emotional person, not for an insensitive, I again fall in first category)
·If you have the capability, you have it! If you don’t have, you can never get it
·If you hit the wall, it will hurt you, not the wall
·I have not given you the right to hurt me or my family, if you do, you will be hurt more than me (us)
·Hard work is the key to success, smart workers think they are smart, but soon they are proved wrong.
·There is never a short cut to success
·I have the power to make my own destiny
·If you think you will sit and you can change your destiny, you actually are, by making your life worse, which other way would have been good.
·I always regret for what I have done, only in short run, in long run, I laugh at my regrets, if you don’t you aren’t a human
·Should keep the professional and personal life as two different things!
·Your weakness is your strength, and your strength is your weakness, one tends to become overconfident while displaying the strengths
·If I can adjust according to you, I can adjust not according to you!Beware!:-)
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Analysis of a painting
Hhmm…
I guess I can write a blog on every topic of the book Thanks for the Memories!
But I choose to write on the best ones! The earlier one was the emergency number and this one on the analysis of a painting
Justin- the lead of the book describes a painting in which a lady writes a letter with a smiling face and he interprets that the lady must be writing a letter to her lover.
And as usual I was taken away by my thoughts. As the technology has developed, no longer remains the concept of letter, so no longer the smiles on the faces of the writer. No however things have been changed, yet the messages are conveyed even today! The smile was not because of the letter she was writing, but the fact that she was writing to her lover.
So according to today’s generation a lady smiles while typing the message on the mobile, writing a mail is concept which has replaced letters but no longer today’s generation have the time to write mails like it used to happen! But I wonder even if we have the time to write the mails, will that passion which would be expressed in the handwriting of a person seen? The love that would be transmitted by the handwriting no longer can exist.
Ohk without deviating from the topic, lets talk about smile, or conveying the message (its one and the same), talking to the person, which was next to impossible! The world may think the person is mad while they speak but the one who talks have the smile on the face. This explores another facet, earlier we smiled only when we conveyed the message, now also when we receive the message!
Being a painter and a writer, I am wrong to call myself both as I no longer do the first one at all, and neither can I call myself a writer with the blogs that I write that are only for me, however assuming I have a bit of knowledge of the both I am wondering can I portray myself when I am smiling, as I closed my eyes with this thought, I was smiling while writing a blog! Am I conveying the message? To whom? Not surely to the one whom the lady in the painting did!
But I can say I am smiling for the passion with which I am exploring my thoughts. So here I am again wondering was she smiling because of the passion with which she was writing the letter or because she was writing to her lover, or because of the thought that she is conveying the message?
Only the one who has written a letter to the loved one can explain me this fact of smiling while conveying the message!J
Note: Changed the front as that is the handwriting which I can change using the technology, trying to express my passion while conveying the message
I guess I can write a blog on every topic of the book Thanks for the Memories!
But I choose to write on the best ones! The earlier one was the emergency number and this one on the analysis of a painting
Justin- the lead of the book describes a painting in which a lady writes a letter with a smiling face and he interprets that the lady must be writing a letter to her lover.
And as usual I was taken away by my thoughts. As the technology has developed, no longer remains the concept of letter, so no longer the smiles on the faces of the writer. No however things have been changed, yet the messages are conveyed even today! The smile was not because of the letter she was writing, but the fact that she was writing to her lover.
So according to today’s generation a lady smiles while typing the message on the mobile, writing a mail is concept which has replaced letters but no longer today’s generation have the time to write mails like it used to happen! But I wonder even if we have the time to write the mails, will that passion which would be expressed in the handwriting of a person seen? The love that would be transmitted by the handwriting no longer can exist.
Ohk without deviating from the topic, lets talk about smile, or conveying the message (its one and the same), talking to the person, which was next to impossible! The world may think the person is mad while they speak but the one who talks have the smile on the face. This explores another facet, earlier we smiled only when we conveyed the message, now also when we receive the message!
Being a painter and a writer, I am wrong to call myself both as I no longer do the first one at all, and neither can I call myself a writer with the blogs that I write that are only for me, however assuming I have a bit of knowledge of the both I am wondering can I portray myself when I am smiling, as I closed my eyes with this thought, I was smiling while writing a blog! Am I conveying the message? To whom? Not surely to the one whom the lady in the painting did!
But I can say I am smiling for the passion with which I am exploring my thoughts. So here I am again wondering was she smiling because of the passion with which she was writing the letter or because she was writing to her lover, or because of the thought that she is conveying the message?
Only the one who has written a letter to the loved one can explain me this fact of smiling while conveying the message!J
Note: Changed the front as that is the handwriting which I can change using the technology, trying to express my passion while conveying the message
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Emergency number
I wanted to talk to some one. Was flipping the numbers in my phone was trying to think when was the last time I was trying to do this? May be a year back? Nahh!!!!!
I am reading the novel of Cecelia Ahern which talks about dialing an emergency number which everyone would remember by heart that at any worst circumstances of ones life.
Looking back I want you all to get into a thought process of what’s your emergency number was/is?
For me it was always dad who was my emergency number, car kharab-that emergency number, School declared a holiday all of a sudden-dad’s number was my emergency number, I am late for college-my emergency number! Besides all this, there was day when I wanted to call someone when dad was in hospital, I wanted another emergency number to call, it was 1 or rather 2 at night, I was all alone, pa was rushed to hospital, in hospital neither ma’s number nor was lavi’s number reachable! It was then first time in my life I flipped my phone, wondering whom should I call?
Relatives? No one was in Delhi to come immediately rather they will all be stressed out thinking what has happened!
Neighbors? No what will they do?
Friends? Yes friends I can call…though they may not reach immediately, may be they will, but at least if things get worse they will, I knew.
I flipped my phone again which number should I dial? And then I had got my emergency number.
All I did was called and started crying, as I would have never done before in my life.
The person freaked out without understanding what has happened? But didn’t say a word and let me cry and say what I wanted to, but I am sure that understanding of what I was saying was impossible because of two reasons, one I was crying and speaking, second it was 2 at night. And next day was his exam, but that never was my concern, and he spoke for next two hours and then on my request started calling my parents, which I also started doing. And ironically it wasn’t me but he who got my sis line first and said call Sharanya now, and I realized by that time all had reached home, I over heard the voice at door, my mom’s, then sis and then when I heard my dad’s voice! I was relieved! All three are back, without even asking them what happened at hospital, I knew now every one is home and fine, and slept off…without realizing that the emergency number was still awaiting for me to call back and say thank you everything is fine!
Exams were over and it was afternoon that I realized that I had forgotten because my old emergency number was active, I had forgotten to even bother about the new one!!!!!!
From that day onwards I knew I had two emergency numbers. Nuisance emergencies were to him, and necessary ones to pa. Things were going on well, but things had to change.
And after a recent incident, I again realized everyone has their own lives to worry about and the emergency number has to be updated as and when life moves on, according to situation, but I have the brain to understand that, but how do I explain that to my phone?
Whenever I pick the phone it starts dialing the same two emergency numbers! One will remain forever but other I don’t know, if at all the other number would even ring if I dial?
So keep updating your emergency number and a personal suggestions is you always should have 2 emergency numbers!!!!!!:-)
And make sure after reading this, you are giving a call to both your emergency number and say thank you for always being with you when u want them!:-)
I am reading the novel of Cecelia Ahern which talks about dialing an emergency number which everyone would remember by heart that at any worst circumstances of ones life.
Looking back I want you all to get into a thought process of what’s your emergency number was/is?
For me it was always dad who was my emergency number, car kharab-that emergency number, School declared a holiday all of a sudden-dad’s number was my emergency number, I am late for college-my emergency number! Besides all this, there was day when I wanted to call someone when dad was in hospital, I wanted another emergency number to call, it was 1 or rather 2 at night, I was all alone, pa was rushed to hospital, in hospital neither ma’s number nor was lavi’s number reachable! It was then first time in my life I flipped my phone, wondering whom should I call?
Relatives? No one was in Delhi to come immediately rather they will all be stressed out thinking what has happened!
Neighbors? No what will they do?
Friends? Yes friends I can call…though they may not reach immediately, may be they will, but at least if things get worse they will, I knew.
I flipped my phone again which number should I dial? And then I had got my emergency number.
All I did was called and started crying, as I would have never done before in my life.
The person freaked out without understanding what has happened? But didn’t say a word and let me cry and say what I wanted to, but I am sure that understanding of what I was saying was impossible because of two reasons, one I was crying and speaking, second it was 2 at night. And next day was his exam, but that never was my concern, and he spoke for next two hours and then on my request started calling my parents, which I also started doing. And ironically it wasn’t me but he who got my sis line first and said call Sharanya now, and I realized by that time all had reached home, I over heard the voice at door, my mom’s, then sis and then when I heard my dad’s voice! I was relieved! All three are back, without even asking them what happened at hospital, I knew now every one is home and fine, and slept off…without realizing that the emergency number was still awaiting for me to call back and say thank you everything is fine!
Exams were over and it was afternoon that I realized that I had forgotten because my old emergency number was active, I had forgotten to even bother about the new one!!!!!!
From that day onwards I knew I had two emergency numbers. Nuisance emergencies were to him, and necessary ones to pa. Things were going on well, but things had to change.
And after a recent incident, I again realized everyone has their own lives to worry about and the emergency number has to be updated as and when life moves on, according to situation, but I have the brain to understand that, but how do I explain that to my phone?
Whenever I pick the phone it starts dialing the same two emergency numbers! One will remain forever but other I don’t know, if at all the other number would even ring if I dial?
So keep updating your emergency number and a personal suggestions is you always should have 2 emergency numbers!!!!!!:-)
And make sure after reading this, you are giving a call to both your emergency number and say thank you for always being with you when u want them!:-)
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