Tata-We will miss you!

As I got a call from my mom early in the morning on Friday, 19th July at 5.00 am, I started to shiver even before I picked the call. I knew she wouldn’t call me at such odd hours. I picked the call and didn’t say “hello” and said “amma kya hua, sab theek to hai?”

She cried “Sonu…” In Bangalore's cold weather I started to sweat and I shouted “maa , tell me what happened”. She finally said “Tata is in ICU, leave now for Coimbatore”. I took a sigh and said “Oh Ohk, then I will take the bus tonight and come” and then she was like “no leave now, he is no more”. The world around stopped for a minute. My mind wasn’t ready to accept! And I left immediately.

"Tata" my grand father as we all called him,was a man who we all adored! His absence has created a void in the family, which I believe could never be fulfilled! I would list some of his best qualities that we all (his daughters and granddaughters) have inherited and carry with us in our lives.


Never give up attitude
With his never give up attitude we can’t say “May his soul rest in peace”; all we can say is “All the best god, he has come to fight you now”: He always had a motive in his life. Having a family of all daughters and granddaughters (No sons for last two generations), the wedding topic has always been a hot topic or an issue whatever we may call it.

For last two months my grandfather had been extraordinarily aggressive about getting his granddaughters married. Most of us fall in the age group of 22-29 which is often the crucial age for getting married. He would call my mom and aunts and scold that you people are not searching properly and then he would call us (cousins) one by one and ask “tell me if you have already seen anyone” and when we would refuse, he will give details about some guys and without knowing how to respond we would give some or the other excuse and finally he gave up. No actually he never can give up.

He had brought up his daughters in such a way that each of them had the power to fight the world and we all granddaughters inherited that from our mothers! He had to fight us all who were 12 times his power, and finally he convinced himself, it’s better that I go and fight with god rather than fighting them all.

Man of self-respect
Whenever we all would go out for tour, to temple or anywhere and if by mistake we would lend our hand for support, he would say “no I will manager on my own”. I remember there were times, when I would try to slightly hold elbow to ensure he is fine, he would shrug my hands off. He walked till his death bed at ICU without anyone’s support.


Passion to live life
The day before he died he got his Aadhar card made and when my mom scolded why did you do that? He said I will live for another four years so that I would start getting double pension as I will be 90 years old. Although he was 86 years old, he would immediately agree to go out and eat pizza or burger unlike other 85 year old people who would refuse to go out. There have been no weddings or family functions which he would have missed so far in his life.

Last year we were in the stage of some personal crisis at home, we had asked my grandparents to spend time with us. Me and my sister would return home from office at 10.30 pm and my grand pa would be awake for us to finish to dinner. Then he will come and ask “Shall we all play one game rummy (cards game)?” He did almost every day for one month to ensure we are all fine. And it was never over with one game. I used to make fun of him, when you will die, I bring cards in front of you and you will get up and say “ek game khel ke fir marunga yaar”.


Change with the trend
When I saw his oldest radio in his home two days back while cleaning, I broke out crying because there was a point of time in life when we all cousins used to stay in his home during summer vacations and he would early in the morning put some loud devotional song in that radio and come and keep it in ours ears to wake us up. Most of the time my youngest aunt would threaten him that she will throw it out of the window if he did that next day onwards. We grew up and his radio was replaced by a small new one with headphone, which was then replaced by his mobile radio and now when I had been to his home on Diwali, he played loud music in his LCD TV to wake me up. I came out of the bedroom shouting “Tataaaaa, switch it off” and he smiled “get up, its time” and it was 5.30 am in the morning.

Well Diwali reminds me that for almost last 15-20 years, on every Diwali he would say “This is my last Diwali” and we would all laugh saying “we have been hearing this for last 15 years and you would be saying the same next Diwali also”. But I think this was the only Diwali when I didn’t hear him saying that!

Last time when he had come home, he got his Gmail ID created and asked me to teach him to operate it. And best was he called e few months back and asked “what is your matrimony ID?” my reaction was “what?” he asked back “ tell me your ID” and when I said I don’t know he took it from my mom and he would ask guys parents for the matrimony ID, go to his neighbors home and check their profiles! At 86, expecting him to check the profile of the guys online was the least expected thing!


Perfectionism was his style
This January when I took him to show the flat, he went around the house as we all did and when we reached the reception back, he pointed out 3 things saying the door paint was done only once, you were supposed to do two coatings, one tap is leaking and we had asked you to put a AC plug on other bedroom and you have put a normal power plug! I kept staring at him with my eyes wide open. There were time when any of our flats would be under construction, he ensure till the fact that tile colors matched the wall paint. He would stand in sun for hours together to ensure that they do the construction properly.

After his death when we opened his documents,they were all neat and clear in a manner that everyone could understand . He ensured that even in his absence, my grandmother or any of us do not face any challenge. It was till the level that he has planned for the amount that would be spent for his funeral and from which bank it has to be. His death was as fast and perfect as were other things in his life.


His love for my grandmother was eternal
His commitment, loyalty and love for my grandmother were commendable. They both couldn’t live a minute alone without each other.55 years of their life which spent together and every day till his last he used to impress my grandmother. They both threw tantrums as they were young couple in college. When my grandfather would walk my grandma to some place, she would stop in between and say “auto karo, warna I am not coming home”. Whenever they were both asked to take a pic together, he would put his hands around her and she would blush at that. He would switch on the TV every day and ask her to watch the serials and when my grandmother would fall asleep in between; he would wake her up and say abhi khatam nahi hua hai or at times next day he would give update of what happened yesterday. My grandfather would give my grandmother the medicines and just to irritate him she might not eat and pretend that she forgot. After my grandmother had her eye surgery, he ensured that he did the cooking and she only assisted as the doctors had said she has to keep away from spices and heat as it is not good for her.

 

Tata & Pati

These are just few of the instances. To put everything in word is not possible as there are endlness moments and things that we learnt from him. All I can say is “we will all miss you tata and all that we can do is to promise that we would take care of Pati as you did”!


Tata with his granddaughters!

 

The Choice or The Chance

Yet another book and there comes the next blog! No this time it’s not Cecelia Ahern as I have already finished all her books and waiting for the next one. This time it’s “The choice” by Nicholas spark! Well I feel I have become a book reviewer than a blogger these days as all my blogs are written on some book.

Off late I have been contemplating a lot about the existence of the support system around us, which is hardly acknowledged until we come across with some issues and realize their existence. Well to put it clear, when I see people in my office who clean the washrooms i felt no one cares about their contribution for the company or in our lives. As I see the cafeteria Bhaiya always smiling standing behind the cash counter when he would take the order of the food that we give, we hardly bother their existence in our lives. Recently as I shifted to my service apartment, I wasn’t getting hot water in the tap. Well my age old problem of wanting the “hottest water” even in the “hottest weather” was creating problems for me. I couldn’t sleep all night wondering if the problem would be fixed by tomorrow or not and luckily they did.

Well there are many similar things in life which are thought to happen obviously and we ignore them.

The author had got everything in life but a sudden accident in which his wife goes to coma state, who recovered in the end, made him enjoy the smallest of the things when things got normal. I believe everyone is not as lucky as the author to get the second chance, but I wondered why we do not realize that in the first ever chance and make the most of the “THE PERFECT” life we get. 

Defining the “The perfect life” is to be successful by earning amount of money to live a decently lavish life, which when drilled down would lead to being with friends and family.

Gone are the days when we would be happy with “roti , kapda aur Makan”. Talking about the decently lavish life is where we expect a little beyond the capability. We just don’t want Roti but want “shahi paneer” with that. Kapda of a good brand would make us feel us more confident. Makaan, well we don’t want a house but a “home”.  I feel there is nothing wrong in these expectations. sBetter are the wishes, the more would we strive to achieve them in life. In olden days, people expected less, earned less and got what they want. Hence they were satisfied. In today world, we expect a little more so we work a little more to get what we want.  But the point is, are we satisfied when we achieve what we want? Do we celebrate the success or we just set the next target for the life and move on?

The final destination to happiness is being with family and friends. We earn so that they can live happily. No matter how much we get paid, but it’s the time to get back home from when we are the happiest  as we know someone or there are some people who are there waiting for us. When I live alone, for me it’s the same if I am in office or at home as it’s all about the four walls and laptop but that’s not the case when I am at home with my family. Or rather I spend time at office because my friends are there. We can spend off our life’s earning if we realize that it is going to give one more day of life to our dear ones! Money does bring the support system in place which adds to the happiness or satisfaction level! But more than often it’s the family who are taken for granted, where things are considered to be obvious, which may or may not remain the same tomorrow!

Wondering ………..Is it about the choice in life or the chance in life? Or is it the choice to be happy in the first chance, rather than waiting for the right chance and left with no choice!

Friend or Colleague?

It was few months back; or rather few days after I reached Bangalore that my friends cracked a joke or rather described an instance on the difference between a friend and a colleague.


I have this problem of doing head on collision with problem. Not that this was a serious problem. I asked the person who had brought in this difference of a friend and a colleague “so what am I?” to which he replied “hhmm…”well there was one more “hhmm…. A friend”. I believe it was said to make me happy for that moment. Never mind i was actually happy.I didn’t happen to write anything about it then. But today as I just finished my book by Sheila O’ Flangan, I again came across these two phrases “friend and colleague” that there is a difference between a friend and a colleague and I couldn’t resist writing about it.

It was just yesterday, after 8 months that I finally broke and I called my mom just to say “I want to cry”. After talking for some time, my mom gave the phone to my sis. My sis giggled “You have come to your senses and I am glad about it”. For last eight months, I never cried, I never missed home, or I did, but I didn’t express it. I was scared to go home as I knew I would be far more home sick once I come back. I cried to my mom “I want to talk my heart out”. I always used to ask my mom “how can people be so attached to their friends?”, to which she would “had you not had a twin sister, you would have known that”. And my mom always used to say “don’t expect anything from the strangers”.

I learnt hard lessons from own life that colleague are not supposed to be the friends and I don’t know about vice versa because I never came across that situation although my organization does support referring your friends to be a part of the same organization. I pretty well have faced situations where my problems and weakness served as an advantage to others. And the book talked about that too.

I have come across two set of people here in Bangalore. One who are friends or more than that and other set who are nothing but can be called a colleague. I might now be interchangeably using colleague and acquaintance because it’s more to do with people outside my organization, whom I just know. So I am not sure if I can call them friends.


I have been really lucky to get some lovely little angels (real time devils) around me in office that I may never be able to call “colleagues”, as they are much more to me than friends. Although they are far too close, but I hold back my own self from talking my heart out, I don’t know why. They humiliate me, we fight like we are school kids beating and slapping each other. We scream at each other and they make limitless fun of me. Every word I utter is a joke or they can convert it to a joke. I make a pledge every day “all Wipro-ites and ex wipro-ites are my brothers”, but still they show me the worst of the guys and ask “acha laga?”. They are one set of people who even if say some serious truth, I would be laughing madly at, because I know they never can. May be I hold myself back because they would think I am cracking a joke, even if I cry my heart out and it wouldn’t make any sense wasting my time. According to them all “doing an MBA means losing your common sense, and MBA are the people who don’t do any work”. One of those crazy angels/devils says he can write a book “10000 reasons not to do an MBA and all that I tell him is “we can target to complete in less than an year or two, provided you give me the credits”. My sisters reaction after meeting all my friends was “god you all rag people in office”. Well we don’t, but all I pray that no one should happen to get into the lift when this gang of crazy people is there with me. But at the end of the day,i know they would be there when i need them!

I also have come across people here who are all so self-centered that they give a shit to others and to their feelings”. They can talk and relate well to the characters in the TV serials but not in real life. Well I am not sure if they have two faces like villains in those serials, they may have. But I don’t want to be the heroine to face all that.lol. I am ohk being a real life character or probably lost in my world of books. They talk over the phone to their friends and boyfriends all through the night and the only option I have is to curse the person who launched the free night calling schemes, wondering why didn’t he launch day calling schemes? I at times used to think would they talk to me, if I call in their mobiles. My roommate was offered a project in Delhi where her parents also live, and she was extremely unhappy at the thought of it and refused to take up that project. My reaction to that was “why?”… I expected some answer like ‘role was not good, I wouldn’t get to learn anything’. But NOOO. I got an answer “nahi wooh yahan hain na”. I was a little too shocked. I do understand that boyfriends oops I mean boyfriend(one at a time ;)) is more important than friends, but I wondered are they more important than parents also? Well I am getting introduced to a new set of people, whom I can’t call friends but only acquaintance. For someone whom their own parents mean nothing, then I think I can equate myself to just ‘A stranger’.

In the end all that wondered is unless a person is given the space to become a colleague or an acquaintance, how can they become a friend as that is the first step to reach the second step of friendship!

Time to change!

As a kid, every year we would travel to my grandparents place in Coimbatore for summer vacations. It was always the train journey which would fascinate me. 2 days when I and my sister would jump across from one seat to another and I can say that’s the only time, when my parents never scolded us for being naughty. Then I didn’t know the reason, but today living away from family, I can say their excitement to meet their families, used to make them happy too. There were many instances, when some people who were Muslims would travel in the train and they would do prayers few times in a day. I don’t know why I was scared, but I would sit beside my parents scared, watching them pray. So as a kid I was always scared of Muslims.




Few days back I happen to attend a Muslim wedding.
I got an invite from a Muslim friend to attend his elder brother’s wedding. From the time I had seen “band baja barat” movie, I had been very excited to hear “kubul hai”.I asked my friend “kubul hai bolenege bhaiya?”, to which he said “he will say, but you girls can’t see because that event happens in mosque”. I was a little disappointed, but I was more concerned about the food, which is one of the major reasons why we go to weddings, at least I do. I asked him “vegetarian khana hoga na?”. He laughed at my naïve behavior and said “haan hoga ,nahi to tere liye special banwa dunga, aaja”. And that’s when I finally had agreed to go for the wedding.



As I observed the wedding, it was completely similar yet there were some dissimilarities. But certain good things, which do not happen in the Hindu weddings made me wonder. I wondered when we adopt western culture, why don’t we adopt something which is good in other Indian culture itself, from the Muslim culture.



There was simplicity in their way of living. Their wedding was equally simple as they were. In the end uncle (my friend’s father) asked us “Beta you all got bored because in our weddings, we don’t have dance music and all, unlike yours?” all I could say was “I admired the simple way in which the wedding was carried out”. It was more of a get together of the families and friends. It was then I realized simplicity has no boundaries of caste,custom and religion.



Their wedding was not a show off affair like our Hindu weddings. The point which proved that was there wasn’t any photographer. I was amused comparing the fact that my cousin brother asks me to wash my hands, to ensure his wedding album is not spoilt when I tell him to show that. I do make fun of him “ Bhai , I know tujhe tere bachon ko dikhana hai, par it is laminated, it won’t get dirty”. I completely admired the fact that in their culture they didn’t want a photo album to show to their generations. They set example by living and created new memories for them. Memories don’t have the boundaries of caste, customs or religions.



In Hindu culture we say “mehmaan bhagwan samaan hota hai”, but in the wedding they actually lived by that. The hospitality which we were provided cannot be put in words. I wondered if I had ever been so comfortable at any my closest relative place also. They ensured that we were comfortable and enjoyed, because we were their guest.



In hindu’s we often talk about “Vasudhaiv kutumbakam” which means the entire world is one family. I have heard this phrase many times in my life, but in reality got to see it for the very first time in my life in this wedding. The entire flat was celebrating the wedding. We could almost enter in any of their neighbor’s home to take rest or spend time. And we entered someone’s home, friend said “haan haan , apna ghar hai, you all can take rest”. Sometime later the actual owner of the house came and that’s when we realized it was their neighbor’s home and aunty started to make snacks for us. When we said “No, we don’t want”, she said “aise kaise? You are all our guest today”.



Contended were they all. In the evening Bhaiya who got married came in his casuals to the neighbor aunty’s home, asking “you guys not going out to see the place”. To which aunty said “aaj to kam se kam ghar ke kapde pehen ke mat reh, dulha kaun hai hi samajh nahi aayega”. Bhaiya only smiled at that and didn’t say anything. Their happiness was reflected in their contended nature unlike the Hindu culture where the wedding ceremonies itself goes on for days and days and that the bride and groom would get so tired that they would praying “When would all the drama get over?”.



The neighbor aunty made tea and we were all deciding where to go out when I got a call from a Punjabi friend saying “I am getting married in May, make sure you book your tickets and be here for all ceremonies.” I once had a fight with this same friend when I asked him why we all do such a show off wedding, to which he had just one answer “my parents have seen only one dream since I was a child, to see their son sitting on horse dressed up like a groom”. After asking him the details about the girl, I teased “Finally tu ghode pe chad ke lane ja raha apni dulhan ko?” and we both laughed.



The customs which had some relevance in olden days are meaningless today because of the development of the technology. Yet the dreams are the same, and people struggle to fulfill them. No one is ready to take the challenge to bring the change. But as it is said ‘change is the only constant’, things would change and when it would happen is something no one can answer. There is lot of good things that we need to adopt from other cultures.



In the evening, we went out to see the place. We were driving parallel to a railway track and a train went by. I remembered my days as a kid travelling in train, when I was scared of Muslim fellow passengers and I smiled wondering I was scared of people who were the angels of god!

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?