Unlearn what you learnt!

I am back to my liberator (writing) from some frustrations, well not exactly frustration but some dilemmas that I have been facing off late! Back to my B-school days, ohk I am not from tier1 B-school, but I still learnt the same business which an IIM guy would learn. Well an IIM might feel this to be an insult, but I don’t care because that’s not my business and that’s not what I learnt in my tier-3 or probably tier-4 B-school.

Got diverted as ever! On that note, one more diversion, my sister hates me using “!!!!” which is there in most of my messages and blogs these days as she says it’s a symbol of frustration and I shouted back that it’s just a disconnect between two sentence instead of a full stop. That’s all! Well I started to write about something, I don’t know what that something was supposed to be, but this is where landed to!

Some of the learning’s which I learnt in my life, are now turning into some big disasters, no not as big as I think because small and big is situational! At this point of time, they are big, well may not be tomorrow or the moment you are reading this!

•I learnt : Change is preceded by chaos
Wrong-It is also followed by one. Change is not only preceded by chaos, but followed by a change is also a chaos. I join a new job; I have no clue what I am supposed to do. And worst of it all, every few months I have a change of boss (Luckily I have had all good bosses, and that the change was for good always) but then yes I have to change the work style and understand their ideology and work such that I make them happy! By the time I do, boss changes!!!! Yes one thing I learnt the most of my experience in the corporate world is “the key to success is to make your boss happy!” I just hope, none of my blogs are read by my bosses as I assume they wouldn’t have time: p!

•I learnt -Every day of our lives is learning processes!
No waz! We are supposed to behave we already know everything. A Tier 1 B-school guy already knows everything and I learn things every day. Well that’s what differentiates me and him or her for that matter.

•I learnt –Sun doesn’t shine the same all days!
Wrong! It has to shine with the same intensity everyday! And it has to be EVERYDAY. A single day miss and you lost the game. Slightly you lose of the level of your performance; some other smart guy takes over.

•I learnt -What we learn is never applicable!
Theory and practical are two different things! Who says? Presentation skill is all what we require which we DO learn while doing an MBA. That’s what my Marketing prof made me do! And all my statistics prof taught me was the excel sheets which definitely is coming in handy to make some good looking graphs to impress the customers. Well I wonder wouldn’t they have some MBAs like us to do the same analysis? I guess they would hire people with the same skills at a higher cost! There, now I talk like a business analyst. May be they would hire a Tier-1 B school guy at a higher rate to do the same!lol!

•I got trained to work 10 hours a day during my Post Grad!
Wasn’t absolutely needed! My college made me work 10 hours in college saying get used to corporate world. They also taught us that there would be no work life balance and all crappy things which possibly could happen in corporate world. I first proved them wrong when I was in my first organization striking an awesome balance between work and life. Now I can prove them even more wrong! If they really had to teach us the real corporate world, they should have made us work 24/7! Another learning to be negated-No 10 hours concept, we need 28 hours!

•EQ-Emotional Quotient an important factor along with IQ to succeed.
I wonder why do I need an EQ? We do a work from home! Sitting in front of system, I don’t even have time to understand the emotions of the family. Either I have too much work or in bad mood because of consequences of work! And if at all I go to office, I don’t have any of my team member as they all are doing a “WFH” and I don’t even know the name of the lady and guy sitting next to me on my either side! Well I can write one whole blog on how work from home concept would be a flop in country like India with day long power cuts which are common and I often land up rushing to office in rain, but let’s not focus on that in this blog!

•I learnt –Learn to unlearn
Unlearning is more difficult than learning! Man who cares! I have seen some exact replica of presentations and ideas which were there in my old organization, now in new ones! A guy who is replicating all possible ideas and thoughts of old place is a champ! And those trying to come up with new ones are definitely the fools?

•I learnt –eating Etiquettes
We learnt eating etiquettes in the B-school! This topic has some mention in one of my blogs earlier too! But all that we eat now is S***! Let me be more decent with it, I mean unhealthy food and what is more important to think is how many of us have time to eat? Gone are the days when we would sit in front TV and mom would keep giving rotis or dosas! We would keep eating until she comes and shouts of how many more you would eat; you already have had 10 of them. Not that I would have literally had 10, but you never know, I was concentrating on TV! lol!

By the time I finish writing the blog, all I learn is I wasted my time writing and we learn as kids: TIME wasted is LIFE wasted! You have wasted few minutes of your life reading this! Unlearn what you learnt and get back to your work!!!!!

Things really do change overnight?

I saw people sitting on the roads with big boards and screaming at the mid of the night “ Bijli do , bijli do, dilli sarkar bijli do”….and I suddenly got up realizing it was a nightmare.

Well it wasn’t a nightmare but a flash back of reality which had happened some 20 years back in Delhi. During a peak summer season an area of Delhi didn’t have current continuously for few days including our house which was on Delhi-Meerut highway. And finally one night people sat on the roads blocking that highway and not letting the any vehicle pass by. I stood by at my balcony holding my parents and asked them “kal tak bijli aa jaegi na?” At times when things are not heard, we have to make things to be heard!

I google “KIA bus issue”, “BIA bus issue”, “Bangalore airport bus services issue” and nothing relevant was found.
Background: 2 weeks back, I board the airport bus KIA-8 on a Thursday to reach from my office in Manyata to Yelahanka and reached home safely. On Friday, I tried getting into the same bus at the same time and the conductor tells me it will not go to Yelahanka. I was confused, got down and waited for the next bus. And the incident repeated as the conductor said, it will go on the flyover and hence wouldn’t go Yelahanka or Kogilu cross, where I was supposed to get down. I still got into the bus and the driver explained that the routes have been changed from today and going forward all the Bangalore airport bus would go on newly constructed flyovers. I had to get down in midway somewhere and I took an auto to reach back home, which was late at night wondering things really change overnight in Bangalore.

Well two new flyovers have been constructed, one is almost an 8 km stretch and other one is about 12km, though I am really not sure about the second one. The availability of airport busses was the only reason why shifted to Yelahanka as I thought I would avoid the traffic and travel easily to reach office, although the airport bus fares are not too less.

Young population of Bangalore is sleeping: The day I reached Bangalore there was some “Bandh going on”. I still was on road because I had a necessity to search a house or a hostel. And that day I saw a guy with his SLR camera capturing the photos of vehicles running and shop which were open and I admired that the young population worked and held the responsibility in this place. And almost a year and half after this incident, I faced the airport bus issue and when I reached back home, all the neighbors told the same .There were so many young people taking that bus, when I asked what they are doing now? They said “they are switching 2 busses now”. Agreed that it was the most practical decision, but couldn’t they have worked towards achieving a better “win –win” for all. But no one did anything. Well you may ask “AAP ne(as in me) kya kiya?” .That would get answered in the later part of my blog.

Media is sleeping: I wasn’t able to digest the fact how the system can make such big changes overnight and tried googling again and again. I went through newspapers to see if there is any update on the changed bus routes, but all I got was no news found, no result found. I never thought media would sleep to this level.Has media lost the courage or was this was a very small issue to have been noticed by the media? Well I don’t think so it was small, because at least 100(Random numbers, no background check I have done, it’s a random guess) commuters have been affected on daily basis by the change of this route of the airport bus services whose regular travel route would fall below those newly constructed flyovers!

Environmental control teams are sleeping: So what was the result of the change? People had to arrange for an alternative transport, either public or private. The result was we added some 50 more bikes and 30 more cars to the Bangalore traffic? (Random numbers again, no background check I have done, it’s a random guess). We have added to some few decibels of noise pollution, to some level the environmental pollution and common man is not to be blamed, because at the end of the day, we have to reach office on time however we reach. No one accepts the delay in the time due to changing of the busses that I have to do or I get struck in the traffic!

Legal system is sleeping: As a result I took out my scooty for my daily travel to office. The distance is not less, but I do not have an option. It was only one day that I was hit by a truck when I was standing at the signal. Luckily nothing happened and I turned back to see what was the vehicle that actually hit and I saw it was a truck and in mean time 5 people come defending the truck driver saying it’s your fault. Not breaking the signal was my fault, as I saw the lights going red and I had stopped. Apparently the truck driver would have expected me to break it and go hence he forgot to apply the brakes! Whatever!!!! The traffic police (not one, there 3 were watching it happen), and they continued to watch without doing anything. Luckily I removed the helmet and seeing that I was girl, most of the people who came to fight, left. I didn’t prolong it long either, as I had the constraint of not knowing the language and I wouldn’t have got anything by proving that the truck driver was wrong. Actually one more interesting thing to note is, Police or the traffic control team also works only in general shift (mostly between 9am to 6pm) in Bangalore. At night we can hardly find them at signals, except few places where they do the alcohol test, with their selfishness to get money from the drunken people.

Finally what I did? The maximum thing which I could do was, to pick up the mail and feedback ID’s from the website of BMTC and airport authority to bring it to their notice about the change and told them that people who live below those flyovers are facing the issues, and requested them if they could find a solution for the same. Well I was glad for a minute that I got a revert back from the concerned teams which lasted only for few seconds as I realized that I just got a justification and not resolution. Justification that few busses are still running, which I can make use of! My Mail had clearly stated that both those two busses go straight from the Hebbal junction which is not right for people working in Manyata /Marthahalli and areas beyond them! But I was asked to make use of the service which do not fall on my route and that THESE BUSSES ARE MENT ONLY FOR AIRPORT TRAVELLERS! We work and do all analysis for foreign customer; can’t we do a bit of analysis before coming to such decisions? Please use the ticket dump (the electronic tickets generated in these bussed should have some records) not just for the revenue calculation, but also to see the routes and places where they are being used. And if the justifications are valid, I am sure people would accept it!

Aam aadmi is the sufferer wherever he goes. I wish I could sit on one of those flyovers, blocking them for few hours to make this issue heard by the right people. But if I am the only one going to do that, some truck would hit on and no police would be there to notice also. My life is too precious to let it go for such a petty thing which remained unnoticed even by media. I wondered if this issue could be reverted back overnight as it got changed?


Note: No offence to anyone or anything. I like Bangalore for its own reasons which every bangalorean is proud of! But traffic issue has been a thing for which we all want resolution. And this bus route change hasn’t brought anything good or rather added to the traffic problem. Feels bad that such thing also happens in my city of angels!

Fast Please!

I am going to write about the buzz word which I had been hearing for last 1 week. Loads of friend’s status updates changed on whatsapp! And as soon as I would switch on the TV, this was the only masala news they had to broadcast.

I was about to enter an important meeting on 22nd October at 2.00pm when I get a message “are you fasting?” from a friend. My reaction having been lost in my work was “WHOOATTTT FOR?????” The extra OO’s and TTTT’s were ment to threaten him meaning ‘don’t dare to send some crappy reply’, but still I got one “Karwa Chauth?” My reaction would have been worse, if my meeting had not started.

I forgot about the message as I was totally engrossed in work and thus my friend was saved until I switched on the TV in evening, waiting for my other friends to join me for dinner. As I was flipping through the channels I saw the news scrolling in the bottom of the news channels‘Patna me dikha Chand! Jammu me dikha chand! Dilli me dikha chand!’ and in few others channels were message from husband to wife and wife to husband. What was I supposed to do with Mr. and Mrs. Dholakia messages to each other on TV. Well there were others too but I found this name to be funny, which got registered in my mind and thus they get a special mention in my blog! lol! Well people don’t need TV to send messages to their husband or wife in this era of technology!

Should I call this an advantage or disadvantage of having a family member from media background, I don’t know. My sister used to walk with the next day’s newspaper at night and once she said “we didn’t get an update from the astrologer for tomorrow’s horoscope so we used last to last month’s newspaper, picked out the horoscope of some other sun sign, pasted it and work got over”. Not to mention the name, but I am talking about one of the largest daily newspapers of India. On the similar lines I was wondering if Mr. and Mrs. Dholakia were some imaginary characters of any news journalist and so could have been the messages.

I picked up my phone and replied back to my friend, “dikha chand janab? Mil fir, din me tare bhi dikhaungi tujhe!” and we laughed at that. And yes I did try to irritate some people asking the same question “did you fast” but ensured the timings weren’t wrong! :p

Before I go to sleep, I really wanted to understand the significance of this festival. I browsed through few sites and everything had a mention of how it is celebrated but none gave a reason of why karwa chauth is celebrated. Or rather none gave the actual significance of the festival. During my search I came across one article of Shobha de in times website, which said “it is absurd to do such a thing”. Well I have found loads of other rituals which I feel were absurd and often would get into arguments/trouble with people who said “things are important without any practical explanation behind the rituals!”

So here are some of the practical reasons I thought why Karwa chauth is being celebrated (Warning: Some reasons may be too sarcastic to handle! Do not read further if you can’t take a joke as a joke).
•Women get to remember their husband all through the day as compared to any other normal day. Well if they talk about them on a happy note or angry note that depends…..!

•In today’s era most of us (married working women) don’t cook all three meals at home. Both husband and wife are working, so they manage to eat at office. Well weren’t guys doing it before they got married as bachelors? So they continue to do so after wedding also, which is OK! But yes this day of karwa chauth would help such ladies realized that if they cook, atleast once in the day, their husbands might remember them and be glad to have them as their wife! So they may get to know the importance of cooking lunch! But I believe most the married working women would react to this by saying “10 ghanta they didn’t remember so just for a minute of their remembrance, I don’t think it would be worth cooking wasting my morning sleep!

•This is not a sarcastic one. For those who aren’t working, this may be a good opportunity to socialize with women who are sailing in the same boat. And it may be a good opportunity to gossip about their mother in law or daughter in laws! ohh I think that again got sarcastic!

•I was taught during my MBA about the concept of success transfer which I have already mentioned in few of my blogs. Women tend to put on weight after marriage and it’s a process of success transfer to reduce weight. If women can go without food for a day, the success can be transferred to other days as well. Logically this looks like the most practical reason for celebrating this festival.

•And last but not the least, time to test your husband and their level of dedication. Thanks to Shahrukh khan of DDLJ, women do expect their husbands to fast too! Ask them to and test their loyalty. YES guys would have their own reasons and complaints that they are tested day in and day out post their wedding and they don’t need a day to prove themselves! BEWARE if that is the case, the same is applicable for women also.

For once in my life, I am proud to be an IYER. All that we do in all festivals is to EAT! EAT! EAT! Or is it just my family problem of eating, I don’t know!

Consequences of quitting Facebook

•People no more remember my birthday, nor do I remember anyone’s except for the close friends. So? Good I would have lot of time to talk to people on my birthday rather than taking calls every minute! And I save time as I don’t wish every tom dick and harry on their birthdays on Facebook!

•Some people thought I got married! Good imagination that was! But I did wonder why!

•I got to know who gossip mongers were, as they kept calling to know what’s happening in “MY” life.

•Some didn’t realize also, should that make a difference of having such people as my friends? I wondered

•Some very close and some not so close friends did realize and called me after few months “when did you leave FB?” my reaction was der hai andher nahi, you realized I quit!

•No more do I click self-obsessed photos to post on FB! And neither do I keep checking every minute of how many likes I got! Now I like and love my own self! lol

•I do miss out on some stupid jokes being discussed amongst my friends and colleague, but that’s ohk! Had I been on FB, jokes would have been on me only!

•Well my cousins got really angry, imagining that we took them off from friends list, without realizing that I actually quit! So we have some fights and yet going on with some! But they would eventually understand that FB is for socializing with friends and family would always be family , whether they are on my friends list in FB or I don’t exist on FB

•I have so much time for myself that I don’t know what to do?

•I don’t have to worry who is going to tag me in what comment or what photo!

•I don’t get to know about things like rose day and chocolate day or any other small occasions unless its declared holiday

•No one gets to know my daily mood, whether good or bad and I am glad unwanted people don’t mess around in that case

•Well I don’t get to hear from my friends “how bad my update was” or “how frequent they were” although I did realize they didn’t have any other business than to follow my updates

•I don’t get to see the wedding photos of people. Well I am sure I would soon get to see the photos of the kids of the same couples and I am glad I quit before that! The worst are the wedding invitations posted on FB.

Realization: In the name of social networking, we have stopped the actual networking with the real friends which is more important. The virtuality of life has taken over reality of emotions!

I wish I was on FB to see how many likes I would have got for my blog as soon I would have posted it!:p

My experiments with life!

After one year of my Hostel, PG and my life at service apartment, which was far too luxurious I decided to move in to a flat to experiment further with my life! Not that I had to when everyone said, you are taking a wrong decision which I did know, but yes I wanted to learn to cook! I didn’t want to get up with the sound of TV every weekend! Well there are few more reasons, but i knew i had called in trouble for myself!Listing down some funny and some not so funny experiences in my new place!

•So what if I just a shock of my life when I touched the switch near the washbasin, although it was not just a shock, but an electric shock of my life!
•So what that the milk I got to make tea in the morning, got spoiled even before I could get up!
•So what if I had to land up to drinking bore well water, although I was getting the RO sweet water in my service apartment which I choose to leave and come here to experiment with my life!
•So what if the bread had fungus which I had planned to have for breakfast, although it was bought the night before!
•So what if I realize that water had entered my room as it had rained too heavily at night , leaving my one day old “new” mattress wet, although I didn’t realize it had happened as I was far too tired to get up in between my deep sleep!
•So what that after getting tired with shopping I still had to come back and make rotis! Well that’s a different story where I kept wondering if they were roti’s or parantha! Never mind I didn’t sleep hungry!
•So what if I couldn’t sleep properly, I still had to get up at 6 to catch the office bus!
•So what if the bus drops me back on the main roads with heavy rain and I get back getting drenched and wondering what best food can I manage to cook!
•So what I wondered if it was better to cry over the phone to mom and come back home to realize there was no current!

But all I can say is it was my decision, so what if I realize that it was a wrong one.

I think this was the shortest blog I could have ever written! So what if this shortest blog, things and perceptions changes with time.

Moral of the story: Need to start thinking far ahead of time and not start my pros and cons analysis at the 10th hour when the “To happen" change makes me panic!

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!