Courage-o-meter!

When impossible becomes possible, we never can let it go. And I feel it requires a lot of courage to let something go, once achieved because there may be a chance that we regret for the decision taken which could have otherwise changed the life for better. Often are the times when mothers sacrifice their career to look after the kids, which requires a lot of courage. If you have achieved something impossible and left it for any reason it may be you get +3

I always used to take up the work given to me in my old team. And my team mates would scold me “Say you can’t, it’s not a part your work”. But my thought process was different at that point of time as every small thing would help me learn something. They would shout at me “learn to say no, else you would suffer badly”. And lately I realized it takes lot of courage to say a “no” than agreeing to do what I have been asked to do. Ever said a no? +2

It is far easier to fight against the parents for your love. And even easier it is to elope. But I feel it takes in lot of courage to sacrifice ones love, for respect and feelings of others, especially your parents. It requires lot of courage to leave apart the person you love, knowing that he or she loves you equally. If done , you get a +5

We all talk about people fighting and guarding the borders. But it is the family of those who are courageous, who get to sleep peacefully knowing that any day may bring the news that their sons have become the martyrs. Have you slept peacefully when your family fought the enemies , you get a +7

We are brought up in a world which is full of corruption and injustices happening all around. Fortunately or unfortunately we were brought up so bold that we could never tolerate injustice and fought for the right. Me and sis fought for one marks, if given less or extra. Well it wasn’t about one mark, it’s about the right that we learnt to fight for. There have been people who react “jo hota hai hone do”. Finally when we would fail to fight for right, my parents would say “ dusron ko to badal nahi sakte, khud ko hi badalna padega”. But all I know is one needs lot of courage to stand up against injustice however small or big the injustice may be. Fought for the right ever? Take a +3, assuming it to be the smallest injustice you have fought for. If you have never done one you get a 0

We have rose day , chocolate day , propose day but never is a day for confession where we actually go and confess to people what we want to do. It takes huge courage to go and confess truly what someone feels. Have your ever confessed? +5 please.

One of the most difficult times is to see your loved one suffering from some terminating illness. Someone whom we counted upon, someone with whom we saw dreams and when we know all those were momentary and soon there would be time, when we would have to see the dreams alone. We try to save the life of the dear one for every minute that we can. It may be very easy to put it in words but requires huge courage to face such moments in reality. Not measurable as one required huge courage!

I don’t know how far this is applicable in today generation for whom “love” is just another word. But I always felt it takes a huge courage to go and say “I love you”. And I remember the dialogue from a recent movie, ‘ladki ko nahi badal paaye to , ladki ko hi badal do’. Try it and your get a +2.


Recently in a conversation from some unknown person, he asked me “how do you differentiate between your career and job”. It was a completely informal discussion at a family function. To which I said “I may be wrong, but what my perception is ….” And said what I felt about the same. He smiled “you will go places”. I argued “how do you say that? Just because my definition matched your thoughts doesn’t mean that I am right”, to which he replied “it’s not your definition , but the line which you said “I may be wrong, because it takes lot of courage to accept ones mistakes, and I have seen people who don’t admit even after they commit a mistake”. I hate to boast about myself and so here I say “I lied all this and it was just an imaginary situation” lol. I just wanted to give a description where people claim I am “right” and all I say is “yes you are right, and I am wrong” +3 for saying I am wrong and you are right.

As I almost completed jotting down my random thoughts , my roommate entered with malpua and rabdi, and I jumped from my bed to eat and I realized it takes a lot of will power, courage and commitment to not to eat something you love when it is kept right in front of your eyes. +10 if you can ever do this.



What’s your courage-o-meter in the scale of 40?

Expression of Love

As we all sat in the restaurant to enjoy the birthday treat of a dear friend, I loved the way he expressed his love for his to be wife and so was her way of expressing love for her to be husband (my dear friend). Although they are Girlfriend- Boyfriend, but I think defining them with those words would be quite a weak thing for the extreme love they are in with each other. We are all awaiting for the wedding bells to ring for them. Being the youngest of the lot, they have something huge to teach us all –The commitment with loyalty and trust! Commitment a word which is a reason of fear for the bravest of the brave, the strongest of the strong.


I may use the words girlfriend boyfriend for those who don’t know if they would actually get married, but at the moment it feels like they are made for each other. When two people know they like each other, but they still don’t know their own priorities in life. Ohk not diverting from the topic, as I see them, I realized there is not just one way to express love, but thousands of them.

Listing down few ways of expressing love which came to my mind:

Mutual respect: You respect your partner and their decision or suggestion plays a key role in decisions you take, however small or big they are.

Adoration: you love the way they are. You may adore their perfection or their imperfection. You may adore their command for respect or their love for nature. There may be no reason, but you still adore them.

Leg pulling love or Frustrating love: To constantly do something which you partner hate. And to ensure that your partner is watching you doing that. You constantly make fun of them, but nothing offends either of them, as it’s a way of expressing your love.

Giving up love: As one continuously frustrates other, either of them gives up. Giving up is not a sign of weakness, but a way of expressing your love.

Fighting Love: I hate to see you with another girl or you can’t tolerate to see me other guy. Well call it possessiveness or jealously or envy, the root cause of the problem is just the one, you love them. So to express it, all you do is to fight. Well that increases your love and never decreases.

Assertive love: you support each other to grow up the ladder in life, whether personal or professional. You motivate each other at the worst and best of the times. You wish to celebrate your success and failures with just them. And that’s assertive love.

Dignified love: You are proud to introduce them to your set of friends. You let her speak and allow her or him to grace the event, however small or big it may be. You honor them, for completing your life.

Hidden love: No one ever express it, neither to each other, nor to the world. A contended feeling in both the partners is nothing but love.

Freedom love: Giving each other the space they require, the freedom to live their life the way they want. The love should be the binding force for the commitment and not a reason to bind someone.

Public displayal of affection: Last but not the least, the public displayal of affection which I believe is the toughest way of expressing ones love as it takes lot of courage to project the love in the right way. And I believe it what proves that I don’t care about the world as you are world for me.




The one who was in your mind while reading all is the one whom you truly love, don’t hesitate to go and commit your love, who knows they may already like you too, but may be their way of expressing it was different from how you wanted them to do! As far as my dear friend and his love is concerned, it’s not one way , but they expressed their love in all possible ways and finally my friend’s to be wife declared “Didi, he never expresses his love”, to which we all laughed and said “because he likes someone else” to create a jealously feeling.

Connecting the learning’s of life to life!

Recently I met someone, who didn’t know me. After having some brief interactions I got a response from the person “God!! You are an extrovert”.

Mathematics

Formula number 1:

(+)  * (+)=(+)

(-)  * (-)=(+)

(-) * (+)=(-)



And I don’t know if people can remember, in theorems we would write

• Assumptions

• To be proved

• Proof

And after completing the proof, the last line would be Hence proved

Well I have tried to bluff in my exam answer sheets when I would forget couple of steps in the proof and write hence proved in the end, but my bluff never worked and marks were deducted. Hence I got the theorem for my life “Bluff would never work”

Although I did study mathematics in my graduation, but eventually I started hating formulas because life can’t be lived with a formula. But I did like few of them which I could connect to my real life.

Connecting to the statement “God, you are an extrovert”. A positive word in a negative situation which makes things negative as per the formula. Well it would be difficult to explain the situation, so please assume, although I wouldn’t bluff in the proof.


Civics

One of the 6 fundamental rights recognized by constitution of India is right to freedom which includes speech and expression. (Ohk honestly, I just remembered the right to speech, rest of the words I Googled to specifically define here what I meant to express!)

Connecting to the statement “God, you are an extrovert”. I love to express my emotions and yes I don’t think before I speak. I love to use this fundamental right to the fullest. Unless it’s going to offend or hurt someone, I don’t think I need to think.


Biology

Darwin theory of survival of the fittest. Well I don’t think any explanation is required on this.

Connecting to the statement “God, you are an extrovert”. I believe every individual has something special, some unique attitude and that’s what makes them special and they survive in this world full of competition. I had always thought my extrovert nature was my way to be the survival of the fittest. But then the reaction did make me think, is that what make me survive, or I need to think of something other attitude which is unique about me.


Physics

Newton’s law of every action has equal and opposite reaction.

Connecting to the statement “God, you are an extrovert”. You call me an extrovert, and I realize you are an introvert. But I have learnt recently that we have no rights to judge anyone. In such a brief conversation, I get to hear being an extrovert is a negative thing. At first, my mind didn’t want to really accept it, because that was what my friends, close friends and also not so close friends liked about me. But then I realized by not accepting I would be depriving the individual of their freedom to express. And I suddenly remembered one bad advertisement of Govinda in which he says“ maana maine dhakka diya, par tune kyun liya”.


Chemistry

I hated this subject; I hate to implement it in my life too. Only thing I had loved was in chemistry lab, when I would mix two transparent liquids in one tube, suddenly the colors would change to bright red or pink. And throughout my life, I mixed things to see if I can generate laughing gas in the lab to make my serious and strict chemistry teacher laugh, but that never happened. Although I was never disappointed, as I would imagine my chemistry laughing madly, which would make me laugh.

So I am not connecting to the statement “God, you are an extrovert”. But the laboratory experiments, I still apply in real life as I feel when right things fall in place, life becomes amazingly colorful. I believe one can create laughing gas around without actually using any chemicals. I am still in the learning phase of this experiment, but I know I would learn someday.



Marketing

I feel being more educated makes the person stop using his common sense. As I do the MBA in marketing, I forgot what I learnt as a kid in all these subjects of physics chemistry and mathematics. My life runs based on the 4P’s of marketing.

• Product: as I focus on the materialist things I have in life

• Price: I would rephrase this as value. Whenever I do something , I think of how people would value it, whether good or bad

• Place: By adopting the policy of be a roman in Rome, I often look for my lost identity as I change according the place or circumstances

• Promotion: it was the only P out of 4 that I thought I had applied positively in my life by being an extrovert

Now that I connect promotions to the statement “God, you are an extrovert”, and that too in a negative sense, I wondered did I apply that also wrongly?

An appointment with my life!

As ever the solution to problems of all my life laid in Cecelia Ahern books. It was ironical that the book I read always reflected my current state of life, or if not, at least provided the answer to my current question in life. I just started with “The time of life”, where the author gets an appointment letter from her life. Well that’s just few pages (Around 20) that I have read, but that was enough to trigger my imagination to write something.

I went back to think when did I meet my life? I wondered if I had ever met my life or not? As I kept thinking, I realized I did meet my life. Not once but twice and both time my life made me a better person than what I already was. And when I met them they came in two contrasting forms.



My life before I met my life for the first time

During my school days, although I was a good student but “shabby” could be a word I can describe myself as. I hated to polish my shoes because I knew at the end of the day when I am going to return back home, it would again be dirty. I used to wonder why at all I need to polish my shoes. The same was applicable while ironing my uniform. I felt that was an absolute wastage of time to do that. My sis would spend few hours of time polishing shoes and ironing her uniform. At times I would bribe her saying I would do her homework or give my lunch to her if she would polish my shoes and press my uniform as well. Sometimes she did, and sometimes she didn’t.

When we would stand for prayer, my sis being taller than me, would stand behind me and properly fold my collar and put my tag below the collar in right manner. I never believed in putting the books and notebooks in order in my bag. They would just be there. I never had any pencil box, but for sure all my pencils erasers would be inside my bag and I would put my hands in bag, rotate my hands and take it out. The sense of happiness I felt was like Aladdin’s genie had done some magic. I felt myself to be the genie! Lol

Ohh how did I forget my Almirah? Well almost similar to how my bag was. Early in the morning, I would put my hands in the shelf, rotate my hands, and would get what I wanted. My uniform blazer was never hung on a hanger as that irritated. I always folded it and kept in shelf, which eventually would get lost while searching for other things, and then I would search my blazer as well.

As I joined DU, my life became shabbier. My table was never cleaned. Since me and my sis were in different subjects, I had threatened her not to clean it, else I would lose my notes. All her books would be so much in order that I used to wonder “padhti bhi hai ki sirf saja ke rakhti hai”. My table would have not just books but also tea cups, a pen stand filled with pens, none of which would write. My night lamp, but I never studied at night as I was scared to sit alone and study and few of novels and my mobiles (please note it’s not mobile, but mobiles) in between my books and notes.



For all my 8.30 am classes I would reach on time –FOR ATTENDANCE, which was taken at the end of the class. Professor would call my name and I would be at the door, screaming “yes mam”. But with my innocence, cute smile and sincerity to be always on time for attendance, made my professors love me. Yes they actually did and would ask me what’s the excuse of the day, and I would sometimes give one, if I genuinely had, else I would just smile “kal I studied whole night" and  I would continue with my tantrum “I would never be late from next time, I promise, aaj de dijiye attendance please” and she would smile at that. My reaction would be “hassi to fassi” and I would go to first seat and push people inside and sit for next five minutes till she would finish taking the attendance.



Well that was when I met my life for the first time

He came in a form shabbier than me. I felt “eeewwwkkk”. How sick could a person be. He hardly wore shoes, but came to class in shabby floaters or chappals. His jeans were hardly washed. And shirts never ironed. His bag would be stinking and I would ask “dust bin se utha ke laya ki this itself is dustbin?” .He would have some chewing gums in his bags, luckily not the chewed ones, else I would have thrown him along with them. And after the release of Rang de Basanti, he said “I am going to have long hair, like kunal kapoor”. And I warned him that I would disown you from being my friend. He thought I was kidding but I did mean it seriously. He used to hardly attend the classes and would take my notes, to get them photo copied.





So finally I completed my graduation. Soon we all parted our ways and my life improved after I met my life. I didn’t want people to give “eeeewwwkkk” reaction after seeing me.I don’t know where he got lost, but I got what I had to-MY LIFE. I realized I have to change my habits.



My life before I met my life for the second time

After I completed my graduation, I had decided to clean my table and from my table draw I collected recharge coupons worth Rs 5000 as each of them valued Rs 10 or Rs 20. You can do the mathematical calculations to see the number of coupons I got. My mom was standing right behind me. I looked up at her with a dirty looking smile, without knowing what to say. Finally I said “poore 3 saal ke hain na mumma”.So my table would be clean, but my bed became the replacement for my table for my post-graduation. But I wouldn’t keep my tea cups, and night lamps, for that I got a side table near my bed. Improvement after meeting life!lol



I also improved on my punctuality. I always struggled to reach on time for next two years, but I had to. At times when I was late the college gate was closed in front of me asking me to go back home. No excuses, no smiles worked, only I worked harder to be on time. I got habituated to be punctual.

We were provided buffet lunch and breakfasts in college. Our plates used to be filled with food, although there were cameras in cafeterias. We wanted to avoid the inconvenience of going back and getting food again and again. Once the professor came to the class and said “you all were watched for your etiquettes for eating and I bet you all would fail, if we had to give you marks on that”. After the class got over, we all giggled “we have paid money, koi phokat ka shadi ka khana nahi kha rahe hain hum log”. Well that was funny at that point of life, as we didn’t understand that professor wanted to focus of etiquette and not quantity.

When we would go out, I used men’s wallet in which notes would always be folded, and it would take me some five- ten minutes to figure out what rupee note is that. By the time I would give the shopkeeper the money, he would have lost the patience or if anyone was with me, they would pay it off for me.

Soon I became a manager; I joined the “corporate world”. Some habits changed, others were yet to be changed.

Well that was when I met my life for the second time

There were moments when I would think “is he a machine or human?” But I never had the courage to ask, so I choose to assume he was a machine. He wasn’t just punctual to come to office, but also for the time to eat and sleep. I used to smile wondering “log alarm laga ke uthte hain, yeh alarm laga ke, time se soote honge”. There was an agenda for every day in his life. In his plate, rice wouldn’t get mixed dal, and he would eat in just the perfect manner. A perfectly calm life. At times I would envy his life and used to say “kaash meri life bhi aise hoti”.



Soon we parted our ways and my life improved after I met my life. I don’t know where he got lost, but I got what I had to-MY LIFE. I realized I have to change my habits.



My life today after meeting my lives

• Thank god I don’t use recharge coupons any more, I recharge my phone online.

• I had been for a team outing and a senior who didn’t know me, came to ask “have you studied or worked in US?” I replied “No, but why?” to which he said “the way you ate with fork and spoon”. Well I just smiled, I didn’t know if that was a compliment or I should give credit to my professor who screamed at us about etiquette or to my life, who taught me to eat food with love and in a humanely manner. Or was that in a machine form, I still don’t know! Anyways!

• I wear ironed clothes, I press the clothes required for tomorrow today itself, just in case I find there wasn’t current when I get up in the morning to rush for office. I carry my small iron machine when I travel, as the ironed clothes lose the crease when taken in suitcase.

• I polish my shoes every day and I keep things in bag, in the partition allotted for things where it has to be. At times when in hurry, it does become messier, but I ensure it’s put back in the right manner the same day.

• My formal coat hangs on a hanger, wrapped inside the coat cover.

• Recently as I stood in cafeteria payment counter, my friend laughed “Do you press the cash before keeping them in your wallet?” and I was taken aback to that men’s black wallet which I was using , and struggled to make the payment.



After being completely changed from the way I was to the way I am, I now feel, I forgotten how to live my life!

Mind is like a parachute, it flies when open!

We all have our own ways of dealing with things whether good or bad. There are those who are completely happy at good times, totally shattered at bad times. There are those whom remain the same in all times without expressions. But one thing that is common is we all express emotions in some or the other way. I have off late realized my way of expressing my emotions is to write. I wrote when I was happy, I wrote when I was in worst times, now I have learnt to express no emotions in any times, I am still writing. So I am just writing down the random thoughts and observations of mine.


We all often ask questions to others. During work we ask our seniors or juniors for suggestions, ‘you think it’s possible? It’s not that difficult, is it?’ Or even the time when we just decide to go out for dinner, we ask others “where shall we go?” but if we have ever thought deeply about it, these may not be the questions that we want to ask others but our own selves. By asking other, we are evaluating and analyzing the same in our minds.


Without knowing what the other person thinks, we still feel we have all the rights to throw tantrums, to shout and to fight with them. We also say what we have to, without thinking how they may interpret what we are saying. Unconscious mind does what it feels and all this happens when the conscious mind is switched off or sleeping. I felt it was good to be honest and express what you feel. But now I realized it’s good not to be honest than to lose the precious gift of friends and family that we have from god.


I laugh and I see people smiling around. I cry and the world seems gloomy. I hated people, other hated me. I try to be a good human being and I saw the people around were similar. Finally I realized the change is not in the world but in me. The world was my own reflection.


I have often heard people saying “Envy” is a bad quality. But I feel we envy people because they have what we don’t have or rather what we ever wanted to be. Can’t envy be taken in a positive sense to learn how they achieved what they are and is what we want to be? Wondering wondering!


My parents and my close friends always said “Go ahead, you can do it”. I at times succeeded and at times failed to prove them right. When others trust you more than you trust your own self, there are only two outcomes- we either succeed or we fail. There is no mid-way to that. We feel more confident or we fear that we may let them down. All that is to be thought is even if we fail; those who trust us would know we would learn from the failure and succeed the next time so “Go Ahead”!


You think I have given a great start to the week? Well the answer to my question which my mind says is “yes”. Have liberated my mind from the thoughts and it is often said “Mind is like a parachute, it flies when open”. My mind is ready to fly, what about yours? Smiles Smiles!

Cricket and the Corporate World!

I always went out searching for some motivation to write blogs and went out in space to think or let my mind blank to observe things! Today strangely my mind kept analyzing and repeating things which I do while working in office, when I was watching India –Pakistan cricket match and triggered me to write the blog.



1st March 2003

When all students were preparing for their 10th board exams, we were glued to TV to watch India- Pakistan match. My mom feared if India would lose, we would waste a day which we should be studying. She kept switching off the TV initially for few minutes and asked us to go study, but then she realized, we any way wouldn’t concentrateand let us watch. Those days we didn’t have mobile phones and internet connections to get the scores even without TV. Luckily India won and we ran out to buy ice creams to celebrate the winning!



30th March 2011

Wipro office seemed more like match ground than office. All cafeterias’ jam packed with people with big projectors screen with loud noise. The cafeteria hall was full even before the match began! I was in the third row with my team which was an all women's team. As the match started, we screamed and howled and soon it was 7 when all my team mates had gone. I wondered what to do. I didn’t have TV at home. Another colleague who was with his team mates waved and asked me to join them. I did and now I was standing on the table, jumping at the last overs and they watched as if I come from an alien world. One of the team mate asked widening his eyes “You follow match?” I rolled my eyes with a smile “only if it an India-Pakistan match.”




28th December 2012

People keep posting their FB updates and unlike 10 years back, we now had mobile phones, which could be used to check the scores and I had no board exams to worry about. I kept eating and every time, I felt India would lose, I ate .I kept checking the FB status and updates in every break and commentaries posted were liked at every interval!



I found things very similar to the how things work in the corporate world. I wondered every ball that a batsman had to face was new. Every challenge one faced in office was also new .As the batsman changed his strategies according to every ball; we did the same on daily basis. We changed strategies to meet the new challenges.



Two batsmen stand in minority in front the team bowling, yet there are times when they win while batting. One needs to understand that there are thousands out there in audience supporting, as against few whom they are facing in the field. We face similar situations in corporate world where the performer may be in minority in terms of number of people, staring at you to know how you can perform better. All one has to remind themselves is, ‘I have thousands of people working as my support system, though they may not be in field with me’.

There may be times when we play in home ground and the confidence could be better because of the motivation from the audience that one may get and vice versa. For the team which is not in home ground, they need to take the silence of the audience as motivation and go on! Well the same concept applies in corporate world in absence of support system. If others are quiet, understand that you are on the right path and keep going.

When the first team plays without the target, it is much easier for them to play without stress. But the goal always is there to play for twenty overs and give the best shot within that time limit or over limits! Then team which plays with the target score is at a stress. I feel the same is very much applicable in corporate world. Those who work under stress can never apply strategies properly. Set the mission and let them play without the targets is the best way. However that differs from roles and is subjective to talk about in terms of the corporate world.

Team work is something that we talk in both sports as well in corporate world. One thing which is common in both team works is, we first need to do our role the best, rather than just trying to see what others are doing.Every individual need to perform well to be a good performer in the team.

If one team wins, it’s definite for other to lose. All that we can say is “Shit happens” sorry I mean “It happens”. Winning or losing is a part and parcel of the game. And there is always a next time and we would do it better. Same thing happens in corporate world, if someone wins, there is someone who loses. And when someone loses, all they have to do is “Move on” as there would definitely be a next chance.

We shouldn’t feel proud when we win whether it is cricket or the corporate world, as you never know what could be the outcome in the next match. Whether we are in corporate world or in playground, confidence leads to success and over confidence leads to failure, because if success transfer can happen, so can the failure transfer happen.

As I was about to complete the blog , Rind Posh Maal started playing in my mobile and the lyrics “dosti ka saath chedo, dusmani ko bhool jao”,sets well with this context of cricket and corporate world and these matches have achieved it’ s goal –Entertainment! Entertainment and Entertainment!

O kabulliwala! O Chaiwalla Bhaiya!

After a tiring and dull day, I returned back to hostel and almost slept off. My mom called me and asked “what are you doing?” I sleepily replied “Ma I slept”. She said “Get up, go and have your ginger tea, if you sleep now you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night”. It was 7.30 pm in evening.


I got up and asked my roommate if she would accompany me to have to ginger tea? Usually someone from hostel would come along with me although they don’t like tea as I do. When no one would come, I jog or walk alone to go and have my evening tea, however late I come back from office.



I went and stood there and as ever gave him twenty rupees with the smile on my face as I knew Chaiwala bhaiya would ask for change. He looked up and smiled at me and managed to give me some change with few toffees. I was the only girl, with tall guys standing before me. Bhaiya got the tea cups in big tray, distributed to everyone, last four cups were left and they were all in glasses than plastic cups. I picked one looking at bhaiya, making a face, which a small child would make to the parents when they would deny her of her favorite chocolate or teddy bear.Chaiwala bhaiya quickly took the glass with tea from me, brought a plastic cup, put tea in that, handed me the plastic cup. I smiled and took the cup and sat at stairs nearby when my thoughts went to the kabuliwalla story I had studied as a child.



I wondered how many such people had come in my life. My thoughts went to shunty bhaiya’s shop, which was right next to my home, where he loved to see me and my sister fight to decide on which chips or chocolate we both were to buy that day. We were in 2nd stardard then.



The Chankya “Bikarnerwala” was 15 minutes away from our home where we used to go every alternate weekend regularly for almost 8 years and have our dinner or drive down late night just to eat a piece of Gulab Jamun there! Last year after I got transferred back from Chennai to Delhi , me, my sister and parents had been to Bikarnerwala and when the bhaiya allotted seat , asked me “aap log bohot saal baad aayen hain?”(Went there after 2 years), I smiled back at him and said “humne do saal dusre sheher me te bhaiya, ab laut aaye hain”.



There are some people who become integral parts of our life for some time, yet we don’t have any relation to them. I wondered what is it that drives me to walk all the way from my hostel to Disney Bakery just to have a ginger tea.


I don’t think it’s was the business customer relation management skills of the shopkeeper but the genuineness in the face of the tea shop owner that makes me feel go there every day. Yesterday after a tiring outing, I took my friends to have my favorite ginger tea. One of them who had come there said “chai me aisa kya khas laga, isse better meri biwi bana leti hai”, to which other friend who also goes there every day like me replied “yun samajh le yahan log waise aate hain , jaise roz Mandir maatha tekne jaate hain”. Although we all laughed for that minute, but I realized it was true.



I wondered I go there may be because chaiwala bhaiya could understand my choice in one small thing which was never told directly .We belong to a generation where children don’t understand the feeling of their parents, an era where a husband may not know what his wife likes and would hand over the menu to order the dishes what she would like to have. Thousands of young people come there and he remembers what they all like and he offers them what they like and not what he wants to sell. Well may be that’s the hidden marketing strategy, but that just can’t make everyone run to the tea shop every day.



Well I am not the only one, but hundreds of migrants from north go there. May to feel at home with people from their own place, to get the empathy feeling is why we all go there every day. But then why only to Disney Bakery? Why can’t we go to some other sweet shop or any other shop for that matter!



And last but not the least, people from north call everyone “Bhaiya” and “Didi”, by default getting into a relationship with whosoever they talk to. Recently I and a friend were searching way in mobile navigator standing at NO PARKING. Friend had commented “I like the way you call everyone ‘Bhaiya’ even if you have to ask direction”. I snapped back “huh! What do you call then?” He said “boss! Excuse me! Hello! Or just ask them what you want to ask them”. We saw a traffic police coming towards us to shout for standing at NO PARKING when I sweetly asked “Bhaiya where is this place?” he politely showed the direction and we escaped paying the fine!:-)



I had forgotten the kabuliwalla story and googled it right then to read the story. After reading the story, I wondered what is the real life story of the Chaiwala Bhaiya!We never come to know about them!