Wednesday, 23 September 2009

worn torn story of a gown

I am 15 yrs old. I am long. I am usually black but on this occassion I was kind of bluish. I have two hands.

I met her when I was almost 15 yrs old. On that fateful day she had kidnapped me. Though intentionally but unwillingly. She required my services and I was the only one without any guardian who could be any use to her.

She took good care of me though she could do nothing of the injuries that I had sustained over the years. But then she tried her best to hide my injuries from the rest of the world as best as she could. She knew that I wont be staying forever with her. One day my original guardian will find me anyhow.

I did not want to be found. I had found a new home. A new caretaker and a new companion. I missed the gossips of the ladies where I first used to live. Nevertheless it was peace to live in silence again. My original guardian had not taken good enough care of me through these years. I was injured at the hands but I was never treated. I was injured in the front beneath the chest but I was left to my own state. I had nothing to be happy about.

In this new owner I found a intelligent human being who knew her stuff. I had started admiring her. But it was not to last for long. After all I had been kidnapped by her. How could a crime like this be kept secret for long.

My previous owner saw me with my kidnapping mistress one fateful afternoon. She was drinking water when that lady saw me with her. All eyes in the room were upon us. I urged her to move fast. But it was too late. She intercepted us on our way out. I was speechless. She proded me with her fingers first to check whether I was the one she was looking for. She touched my injuries to make sure I was the one. And sure enough I was. My kidnapper was confronted and bombarded with questions. She being a good soul accepted that I belonged to that lady and she had "borrowed" me for a day or two coz she was in dire need of me. Such is the
good nature of my kidnapper that she readily agreed to give me back to my previous owner but only after a day or two when she could successfully find another replacement for me. So it was to be that I stayed for another two days with my kidnapper when she returned me back to the caretaker of the room where my previous owner spends most of her day time. I was reunited after a tearless but heartbreak separation.

I am the gown. Advocates' gown.

P.S. i am really sorry dat i had to rob that tattered gown, but i had no other option u see. just a minute ago my gown went missing before my eyes n i had to go to the court room. In Supreme Court wearing of a gown is compulsory so i had to make some alternative arrangement for myself :) and so i had no other course except to BORROW someone else's gown till the time i could buy my own :)

Sunday, 19 July 2009

kissa KURSI ka!!!

Life shows what irony! Only a month back I was cribbing about sitting and sitting on my blog because that was what I was doing those days. Sitting. But now since the time I have left my job I strive to sit. Yup, when u r in a profession which demands you to be on ur toes all day, I am left with little choice as to sitting. It has become a routine affair that I am being demanded to be on my legs all the time I am in the court premises. I have to literally snatch seats from illegible persons. Illegible persons? who are those you may ask. They are those who are 1) not senior advocates 2) are junior advocates be they elder to me 3) are those who are not recognised in the legal world as the luminaries of the profession 4) i do not know them though the world may know them 5) persons who are not related to me 6) etc...etc...

I have literally stooped down to the level of "Kissa Kursi ka" in order to straighten my back be it just for a few minutes.

I am sorry legal world but it is imminently necessary for my body and it is pertinent to mention herein that I have grown accustomed to the chair in these two years of having worked in the corporate world that I am unable to keep myself on my toes for longer than required :)

Friday, 26 June 2009

end of an era

It was the end of an era.
End of the corporate era.
The 'nice' journey is over.
The journey in the corporate world.
The journey of rat race.
The journey thru thick and thin.
The journey thru wilderness and plains.
Journey on straight and twisted roads.
Journey up and down the hill.
Journey on smooth and rugged roads.
The journey with friends and foes alike. But nevertheless a journey which gave me friends whom I will cherish for life.
The journey of many bad twists lost in the many good turns.

A journey to remember 'coz it was my first in the corporate world.

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Right Angle of Photography! - part 2

My pensieve


No, this is not Santa in an interview trying to stop his scooter. It is the rear tyre of the scooty I m sitting on going berserk. OK, it got punctured when I sat on the scooty. Happy.

Not that my sitting had anything to do with it getting punctured. There was no air in the rear tyre already and when I sat as a pillion driver it got worse.

Now, whats the use of telling this to you... Nothing. Just that my hand was itching for writing and i thought of penning down the thought for the fear that it may not get lost somewhere in the so-many-hundreds of other important memories stored in the so-many thousand neurons in the brain. I want my blog/diary to be my pensieve where i can take out a thought and keep it safely for later recollection. This way there is no cluttering of unimportant memories in my brain n i also do not lose any other memory though not significant to this unfair world where all i hv is myself n my memories.

I know. I write absurd sometimes but that is how I am. sometimes gud n sometimes bad but the beauty is that i write where many people don't :)

Thursday, 18 June 2009

Sit! sit! sit!

sit for a while when u wake up

sit when u go for nature's call

sit everytime u shit

sit when u have breakfast

sit while u drive or are driven to office (1 hr, 2 hr...)

sit when u reach office and start ur PC

sit when u r read mails

sit when u r working on projects

sit when u go to breakout area to have coffee

sit when u come back to ur seat

sit when ur boss is nearby

sit when u want to play carom

sit when u have lunch

sit and watch when others are playing TT

sit in the shade when it is sunny outside to take a walk

sit in the sun when it is chilly

sit after a walk

sit after a run

sit when u have no work to do and all u do is play games on ur computer and idle away ur time

sit while u drive or are driven back to ur home

sit when u reach home

sit when u have dinner

sit with ur family for a hearty talk after a long day which u passed sitting

sit @ home when u watch TV (lying and watching is harmful for eyes)

sit (slumber) in theater seats when u watch movies

sit in the bus or auto when u go out

sit and listen to ur friends while they do the talking

sleep while sitting (when u don't have any other option)

sit when u r tired

sit when u have nothing to do

sit and gaze up in the sky to feel the beauty of night life

sit and watch the birds who u didn't realise existed

sit and watch the world go by

sit and watch ur lawyer play with words in front of judge

sit and watch while the doctor operates on ur near and dear ones

sit and wait for that one phone call for which u have been waiting for so long

sit whenever u get the opportunity to sit

sit when the room is crowded and there is no place to sit, yet u find a place for yourself to sit by hook or crook

sit when an elder is standing and needs that seat more than u do

sit while the child hangs on to u for his dear life

sit and read ur favorite book (lying down while reading is harmful for...u know what...)

shit! sit while u write all this nonsense!!!

double shit! sit while u read all this nonsense!!!!!!!

These humans do not have a single ounce of value for us bums on whom they sit and do all these rubbish things :P

i m fed up of this sitting and shitting... God! plz rescue me from all this sitting :(


Ego, Ego, Ego
why did you come not to go!

Differences, opinions & view
these have created much hue.

The situation created by my three good friends who were inseparable from each other some time back but now cannot see eye to eye, made me realise that life is not a bed of roses and I spilled out these words in anger.

My very first attempt at something so emotional in poetic verse :)

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Find the road of ur life

"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."
[Ayn Rand]

Friday, 12 June 2009

unusual photographs

Childhood and old age - a miraculous combination

We are born dependent on others
We die depending on others

We are born with all four limbs undeveloped
We die with all four limbs non-functional

We crawl towards our growth
We crawl to our end

When we are born we are unable to recognize our family members or anyone for that matter
When we die we are still unable to recognize the outside world

When we are born the only communication we have is the cry
When we die there is no one to hear our sobs

We are lavished with all the attention in the world
We crave for attention when we are nearing the end of our life

We are happily doted on by our fathers and mothers and family
We are left helpless in one corner of the home because the child we took care of is busy taking care of his/her child and has forgotten the parent who took care of him when he was a child

We are introduced to the outside world very eagerly
We remain in one room of the house if there are some guests visiting lest our children are embarrassed

We are given every basic necessity that we need
We are dependent on our children to have our specs repaired and out artificial dentures made

We are happy when we see our grandads and grandmas coz they are the only ones who do not have teeth like us
We understand our grandchild's cry and play with him without our artificial dentures so that he can relate to us

We are yet to see this world
We have been there and experienced it all

Childhood and old age are two stages of life which are very similar to each other though having a gap of 60 years or so. The connection between a grandchild and his grandparents is a very divine one. They both are so similar and different to each other at the same time. They tend to understand each other so perfectly. And when one is not at home the other misses him profoundly. A perfect combination for a growing child and an ageing mother/father coz the child needs attention and the grandparent needs someone to spend time with. PERFECT!


"What has she brought?"











P.S. A conversation between the old generation and the new generation. Though the word cherry was pronounced perfectly as it should be pronounced, my mom could not understand what was being said. Not that I blame her. Its just that people need to view the product themselves to understand what actually it is. Well, it happens with my mom atleast (and has happened to me also occasionally). Maybe it is because the way they pronounce it is slightly different from the way we youngsters pronounce it. Or is it that the memories of old people is dimming as they grow old they need to visualize things inorder to recognise it?

Thursday, 11 June 2009

Caught Snapping - Novemebr 1, 2008

This is the image of a 50 ps dividend that I had received from a company. It was published in the column "Caught Snapping" of the weekly Delhi metroplus magazine of a leading English Daily The Hindu.

After having received a phone call on the next saturday following the publication of my photograph I was on cloud nine. I had to be. It is not everday that u get to see ur name published in an English Daily newspaper! I was doing office on that saturday :( n I cudnt just control myself when this piece of information was delivered to me. I immediately started eating the ears of my colleague who was overtiming with me ;)

Later in the day when I met my parents in the Great India Place Mall in Noida, I just couldnt stop myself from blurting out my achievement...

As a reward of the phot being published in the newspaper I was given a Rs. 2000/- gift voucher of Art Karat - a semi precious jewellery house. Yipee!!! a 50 ps dividend was returned with a Rs. 2000/- award. Can anyone believe my luck???? I can. He he he he

Later that day I had also brought a Fastrack watch for myself which was pending for a long time. All happiness in one day!!!

My letter published in the Reader's Digest - June 2009

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

books n me!!!

It was always my dream to sit with books all day reading and doing nothing at all. I just believe that dream has come true. These days I have nothing to do except read books and dream for the future lying ahead is so unsure. Well, one thing that is proving quite beneficial is that I am catching up on books I had lost out on all these years. I have been reading continuously, but I am afraid to say how much I had wanted this phase in life I just cant stand it. I need to do worthwhile in my these formative years but I am being denied just the chance and the opportunity and if I keep listening to my well wishers I'd not be able to do anything at all in these formative years and what a wastage of time would that be :(

So I better get started with something worthwhile before it is too late. c u soon with more updates on my life.

Friday, 29 May 2009

Lost on the road

As the title suggests this post has got nothing, absolutely nothing to do with being lost on the road. I couldn't think of a better one, so this.

As we were on our way to the office today in the morning, on a highway I saw a man standing in the middle of the road wanting to cross the road but nevertheless confused with the oncoming high speed cars, bikes, buses, cycles (for the driver of the cycle he is at high speed atleast) etc... The driver of our car slowed down as he approached the stranded man and let him cross the road safely. Having seen the man stranded in the middle of the road with high traffic I was forced to smile at having recalled the day when I was similarly stranded at a red light which had suddenly turned green and i was stuck in the middle of the road with high speeding vehicles from all sides.

It happened when I was in college. Near to my college there was a bus stop and further across the road was a temple. To reach the temple I'd to get down @ the bus and cross the road via a red light which was at the crossroads. Just as I was crossing the road the red light did not show any sympathy towards me and turned green. I panicked. Not because I was in the exact middle of the road but because on one side there was a truck and on the other a bus and forget about all the other vehicles zooming past me. I shut my eyes tightly for a second or so standing there. I don't know what overcame me but then I opened my eyes and began to think rationally. I tried to dodge the cars and buses and the trucks and finally heaving a sigh of relief reached on the other side of the road. whew! I must tell you guys it was a horrible nightmare sort of thing. I let out a very loud breath thru my mouth as if that was the reason I was holed up in the mid of the road and at the same time I thanked the God overlooking me.

And at that point of time I also remembered another incident which had happened to me back in Kerala while I was in school. I happened to be going somewhere but I dont remember where. So, I got down from this bus and had meant to cross the road when another bus came across the bend without any notice (read horn) and I had to jump back from the road. Had I not jumped back I would surely have become a poster. The conductor of the bus let out a loud whistle and said back to me "have u told at home that u wont be returning back today". I felt annoyed by the comment but at the same time I felt a smile of pain cross my lips as the depth of what he had said crossed my mind. Since then I have narrated this incident a lot of times to whole lot of people at a whole lot of situations and to whoever is ready to listen coz I still feel it as fresh in my mind and that if I dont tell people I will be at fault. And I feel a pang of guilt even today for having given that creature an opportunity to say those kind of words to me.

You never know when where who what how any incident may hurt you. Not physically but mentally.

Have a safe day. And thanks for reading this post.

Friday, 22 May 2009

Right angle of photography! - part 1

The right angle while clicking photographs can make all the difference! Don't believe. scroll and have a look...

Twinkle Twinkle little star

This is the full version of the nursery rhyme which is the most remembered one by any adult.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky!

When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut your eye,

Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,

Lights the traveller in the dark,-

Though I know not what you are,

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Murphology - Personalized

When you need company for lunch no one will be able to give you the same.

And when you want to be left all alone during lunch time with only your favorite book and both your legs comfortably seated on the opposite chair, someone or the other will find that the only seat empty in the whole of the cafeteria is the one on which your legs are comfortably rested.

Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Insane while Sane

Lack of sleep and the bite of mosquitoes are so overwhelming that they can cause any sane person to go insane. I am an advocate by profession and one of these days I was working on some agreements and contracts in my professional life. It is said that whatever you do in the course of the day provides the source of what you dream in the sub-conscious stage which is known as dreams.

One fine night I was safely lodged in my bed of comfort and lost in sleep (I won’t say dreams coz there were no dreams at that time), when suddenly there is darkness everywhere (I know its night and there is supposed to be darkness but in this case the inverter technology was being used and the inverter had died down after the electricity had been cut-off for 2 hrs). And so there was darkness and the whole household was rendered without fan or light (light would have not served any purpose at that time but fan would have). And so there was darkness and no electricity and then there came this horrible species of mosquitoes that take the pleasure of buzzing around you and sucking out your blood unless you raise your tail and ward them off. Of course a world without these mosquitoes would have been heaven for people like us who constantly live in the danger of being bitten by mosquitoes and catching some unpronounceable disease. So the coming of mosquitoes was directly proportional in the going away of my sweet sleep. The larger the number of mosquitoes, the greater the amount of sleep I was losing.

In that tragic time, anyone would have lost his sleep, even a person after a hard day’s work. But I, I did not lose my cool and tried to solve the situation ASAP. I proposed an agreement. An agreement with the team leader of the mosquitoes that they will forget that I am a human containing sweet blood and it is their duty to trouble me and in return for their this consideration me and my family will not attack them with any mosquito repellants or any other device used for squatting mosquitoes including our own hands. The TL in consultation with his colleagues reluctantly agreed to my terms and conditions. Oblivious to the fact that I was being tampered with by these cold blooded mosquitoes, my family was having a sound sleep. So I did not bother to wake them up and signed the agreement in my own capacity but not without one further condition from the TL. And that was to sign the damned agreement with MY own blood. The TL had surely got me in his claws. I had never shed my own blood with my own hands except for at the time when we had founded the secret seven society in school and had required the seven members to swear by their own blood that they will not reveal their identity come what may (as if I remember as to who I used to be. Maybe Janet or even Peter or was I George?). Nevertheless, to escape the wrath of the blood sucking mosquitoes I had to do what they wanted. I had to give in to their request of signing with my blood. But there was a catch. Being a lawyer I could not leave them with such an easy agreement. Sure enough I asked them as to whose blood are they going to shed in order to sign the same agreement. The TL started laughing. I could not fathom the joke at first because the sleep ridden brain was failing to respond properly to any event. But slowly things came into a clear picture and I understood. These stupid mosquitoes had been sucking my blood for so long that whoever did the signatures it was my blood that would be shed ultimately.

Well, all said and done, we had entered into a Gentleman’s promise. But then gentleman’s promise is only for gentleman and not for gentle ladies and hard stinged mosquitoes. As soon as the agreement was signed by my blood from both the sides and the mosquitoes having had their fill of my offering began their attack in full force. I appealed to their TL but he shrugged and showed his helplessness by saying that his colleagues do not obey him any longer after having signed any agreement with the opposite party. They do as they wish and it is beyond his capacity to stop them. But he gave me one solution. That their manager can stop these mosquitoes from misbehaving. But the whereabouts of the manager was unknown at this point of time as he was hard at work on another subject and to reach him and bring him here would take another day. I had first thought that I will take the risk of waiting for the manager but then something else clicked and I was forced to consider the fact that the manager wouldn’t be coming alone. He will be coming with a hoard of other employees and that if the manager’s orders fell on deaf ears I would surely be a gone case than I was at this time.

So I decided to let the mosquitoes take their own course of action and I took my own. I shook my head like a dog does after having taken a water splash and got ready to beat the pulp out of these damned mosquitoes that have no respect for words given to a fellow living being. Having already lost my sleep I took it upon myself to get rid of these mosquitoes but they were outnumbering me by the second and at last I had to give in to their demands of blood till the time the electricity was restored back in our sweet home.

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

20th march, 2009 - memorable. not for the date. not for the day. just for the fact that i left what i had been enjoying most dese 1 and a half yr. company of some really gud people. ultimately I had decided to move my own CHEESE. and then i too moved with the cheese. change was good. adapting is difficult. wen u get used to some things for a long time and u really enjoy those lively moments in life, u really dont feel like adapting to the change. u tend to become like HEM. but then change is important and advisable too. u need to be someone like HAW who was initially binded to the old cheese but then understood that the best course will be to go in search for the new cheese.
i faced the same situation. i gave up the old cheese in search of new cheese. and i have found my new cheese. but adapting to this new cheese is proving a bit difficult. its not impossible but difficult. the type of casual environment i have always lived is not to be seen till far-off lands :)

well. anyways. 29thmarch. last day in Noida office. shifted to gurgaon. gurgaon boring. trying to adapt. adapting difficult. end of story. period.

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

life is roller coaster

life is roller coaster. it had not happened before. but it was happening now. i was never a party to such a treatment the whole of my life till date. but then all thing are meant to happen for the first time and u never know wen that first time arrives in ur life and at which stage. u may be wondering as to what mountain has come crashing down on this gal that she is so emotional and senti.
I will tell u wat happened. i have started having lunch ALONE! yes, it was my choice and not chance that i have started having lunch all alone with no one to share my time except for the books which will always be my best friends. i had to take this drastic decision after having joined the current team in gurgaon where i was shifted after a short stint with the earlier team in noida. i have left behind some of the cool friends of all times and now i dont feel like making new friends coz ultimately i will have to leave them behind one day. i made friends in college and then office and now everyone has been taken away from me coz as the elders say "Life has to go on".

but why???

why? life is so unfair that the friends u make are taken away from u time and again? so that u can meet new ones and forget the old ones? so that life can show u the various colors of personalities in this world?

i am unable to decipher the mysteries of life...
to be contd...

Monday, 23 March 2009

i m loving it (?)

new place, new job, i dont know if I should be happy or confused. coz confused is the state that I m feeling now after having left behind some of the coolest friends in office :(

But nevertheless, life has to go on...

Wednesday, 18 February 2009

Slumdog Millionaire

Recently saw the much-hyped and talked about movie Slumdog Millionaire (henceforth referred to as SM). I found nothing wrong in the way India was depicted though some people feel that it was wrong to depict India in such a pitiable state.

No one complains when a movie like Metro is made because majority of the Indian audience is able to connect with the movie. No one complains when Imraan Hashmi goes about kissing all his heroines in all his movies. No one complains when there is skin show in the movie much more than what is needed.

Now our Indians feel that India is much more than slums and goons and poverty. Very true. I agree with all of the persons who say that India is much more than these things. I agree India is about corporate houses and outsourcing culture, India is about fashion and glamour, India is about models and beauties, India is about tourism and beautiful places, India is about Taj Mahal and all the other places that could not make the list, India is about kings and palaces, India is about religion and secularism, India is about yogis and snake charmers, India is beautiful...

However, it is also true that INDIA is about slums too. India is about poverty too. India is about goons too. India is about corrupt leaders too. India is about bad politics too. India is about riots too. India is about sex workers too. India is about child labour too. India is about child abuse too. India is about breaking traffic rules too. India is about rash driving too. India is about killing christian missionaries too. India is about clashes between Hindus and Muslims too. India is about tension in Kashmir too. India is about tension in North-East too. India is about Kargil too. India is about cold war with Pakistan too. India is about bomb blasts too. India is about terrorism too. India is about disrupted law and order too. Still India is beautiful...

The way India is and its depiction in SM is not at all an atrocity on the Indian movie-lovers. The face of real India which is so aptly shown in SM is not against the corporate culture. SM is very true to its title though with some glitches here and there. I belive it is an English movie and was meant largely for International audience which is why 2 poor kids suddenly start speaking English when they land up in Agra after having escaped from the so-called Orphanage. How Anil Kapoor, the host of "Who wants to be a Millionaire" show insults Jamal is a slap on all the wealthy people who treat poors badly.

I particularly liked the scene in which the child who is trained to sing is blinded by the goons for begging (Arvind). Liking in the sense that it was so very well handled that even I felt a vomitting-sensation well up within me like the other young kid who was a witness to the happening (Salim). The way the events were linked was also very well directed.

All in all the movie has nothing to be not liked about. It is a hard reality which is indeed very hard to accept but still needs to be accepted.

Friday, 13 February 2009

A Sweet Story...

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: The boy asked,"Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? The woman replied,"I already have someone to cut my lawn."
"Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now." replied boy. The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. The little boy found more perseverance and offered,"Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your side walk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach, Florida."
Again the woman answered in the negative.

With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all, walked over to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job."The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

I am sorry

I donn wann anyone's praise,
I donn wann anyone's solidarity,
I donn wann any of these things in this world of cruelty.

I donn wanna this 'coz they won't let me to be what I am
They want to make me what I don't want to be.

I am sorry I don't want to borrow someone else's spectacles to view myself with.

Thursday, 15 January 2009


It is not everyday that you have the pleasure of experiencing God's presence and that too as close as your own heart beat.

It is not everyday that nature shows itself in places you may never have thought of.

It is not everyday that you get to realise that there is a power that holds on to you which is beyond your reach.

It is not everyday that you appreciate the life given to you.

It is not everyday that you wake up and thank God for a beautiful day and a beautiful life irrespective of what hardships you are facing in life.

It is not everyday that you see a pre-mature baby born @ 6 months being fed in the nursery of the hospital.

It is not everyday that you encounter the mother of a 6 month pre-mature baby watching intently her baby in the nursery not missing even a pulse.

It is not everyday that you appreciate the utmost care taken by the nurses of their patients though internally they may be fighting a war aginst their employees.

It is not everyday that you smile at a stranger and make him wonder the reason for the smile.

It is not everyday that a stranger smiles at you and you return that smile irrespective of the fact that the stranger is a male or a female, a black or a white, a child or an elder, well-dressed or poorly dressed, a janitor or a doctor...

It is not everyday that you do an act of unselfishness and totally forget about it.

It is not everyday that you help the needful though they may be in need of help and you are capable enough to render that help.

It is not everyday that life shows you its many colors.

It is not everyday that you thank the nurse as profusely as you thank a doctor for having taken the care of your wife while she was in the labor room expecting your child.

It is not everyday that you thank your hubby for having sat beside you the entire time you were in the hospital because you think it was part of his duty.

It is not everyday that you see the happiness on your mother's face when she holds up her new born grand-daughter for the first time.

It is not everyday that you see your father rush to the hospital in a great hurry so that he is in time to greet the arrival of the new member of the family.

It is not everyday that you thank God for so many things...

But on that 15th day of January, 2009

It was the first time that I had held a half-an-hour old baby in my 25 yr old hands.

It was the first time that I had felt the presence of God so close.

It was the first time that I felt nature so close.

It was the first time that I felt a miracle so close.

It was the first time that I had felt the power of conception is the biggest gift given to a women.

It was the first time I had thanked God for having made me a women.

It was the first time for so many things that I am short of words to express them here...

From this day onwards...

It is now everyday that I hold a new born baby in my hands and keep admiring her sleeping face.

It is now everyday that I enjoy the pleasure of sitting idle and watch the baby playing.

It is now everyday that I get the chance to change nappies of my new born niece.

It is now everyday that I look forward to evening approaching fast.

It is now everyday that I wait for the office to get over.

It is now everyday that I pray to God that we are not stranded at any red light.

It is now everyday that I thank God for having given me a beautiful niece.

It is now everyday that I see the twinkle in my mom's, dad's eyes when they hold up their first grand-child.

It is now everyday that I thank God...just simply.

Wednesday, 7 January 2009

about me...

i m a liar
cause i won't tell you everything
i m stupid
cause sometimes I'm wrong
i m controlling
cause I get mad sometimes
i m clingy
cause I like to be around people
i m greedy
cause I like to be satisfied
i m conceited
cause I'm proud of who I am
i m rude
cause my manners aren't perfect

Thursday, 1 January 2009

Cognizant 2009!!!

Rays of the sun befall the dew drop, making it glow in glee
Birds weave the melody, you love to wake upto, swirling from tree to tree
Tabloid in hand, you turn more informed, with each sip of that quintessential tea
You rush to get ready, to see yourself at work, hoping for a chance to flee

Thus life goes by, day after day, joy and woe cheek by jowl
As yoy try to fathom the meaning of life and carve amongst it your role
But then befall things that leave you agape, that make you wake up and take note
Things that set you ticking, episodes that get you thinking, events not heard of before...