Random Thoughts

Now, it has been a week since I scribbled my last blog. I really feel guilty each day I skip to blog. But even I fail to understand, what is it that makes my speed so slow that i couldn't find time to follow my passion. Blogging is like life, no matter if anybody even reads all the crap that I write as I hardly get any comments on this. Its like shouting on a deserted island, "hello!!!!!! Is anybody there?"

 But, whatever be the case, it still gives me a lot of pleasure to scribble down my thoughts. Its something which makes me feel so independent and proud.

The reason that I traced for being slow at times is that I think alot. I really have this habit of day dreaming and thinking about the past events. Every time when I am brushing my teeth in the morning, although I am hardly awake but my mind gets lost thinking about the previous day's events. Any happy incident that occurred would bring a smile on my face and anything unpleasant would make me depressed.

At any time, when I am alone, there would be millions of thoughts running through my mind and I guess its a proven scientific fact. But what makes a difference is how much attention do we pay to these thoughts which actually have an affect on our personality.

I am a soft spoken person and quite emotional. But I just hate getting senti. Its not a very strong personality trait and when someone tends to take an advantage of this so-called soft spoken and gentle nature, one feels betrayed and emotions together with those hurt feelings gives rise to aggression. That is the point when one tends to portray a hard and rude persona.

I had been experiencing somewhat similar feelings in the last few days but God seems to send someone just at the right moment when you need the most. The day before, I was in a mall walking away with these aggressive feelings running through me and almost deciding that the world doesn't deserves my softness and politeness when I heard someone calling from behind, "excuse me, excuse me". This was a young pretty lady dressed up in a pair of jeans and a smart top having neat and straightened hair. As i turned to her realizing she had been calling me and just guessing to myself that I must have dropped something while walking which she noticed. But to my surprise, she said, "Your attire is very nice.You're looking very pretty!! Where did you purchase it from?" For a moment I went into a shock, just unable to realize why is this pretty lady complimenting me when internally I am hurt the most and i thought, "Am I really looking so nice?". I gently answered her query then to which she again smiled and said, "You're looking very pretty." I said, "Thanks" still somewhat in a shock. I saw a reflection of mine in her.

For me, this was God's way of saying that no matter how people treat me, "I am special to someone" and if I portray to be rude I still wont be able to leave my roots which are made of sheer sweetness. A deep thanks to that pretty lady. I wish somehow she reads this.

Prince Charming...

There has been a time when I've dreamed about dancing with Hrithik Roshan. But I now realize that its not that dance with Hrithik that would make me happy but rather its the LOVE. The love which that special person(not Hrithik) feels for me. Its the magic he creates and the pain he takes to bring a smile on my face.

When he grabbed my hand for the first time I didn't resented it coz I felt safe and secure. When he pulled my cheek for the first time, I blushed. He kept looking at me all the time, admiring me and loving me and I just blushed. He's the strongest one as tough as a rock but he would go weak and on his knees just to win over me.

I remember the guilt I felt after my first fight with him. It comes naturally, u do tend to have complaints with the one you love most but you are unable to bear that for long. And the guilt after fight is actually helpful in reconciling again. And it happens even today.

He provides me the security of a father, the care of a mother, the understanding of a friend and unconditional love of a partner. He performs every role with due care and responsibility.

"Love deepens with every passing moment" is the tag line that best fits our relation and he puts in all the required effort and at times stretches himself beyond the limitations of time and money. There are uncountable situations where he has proven to be a perfect soul-mate and I am proud of that. Touchwood!!!!

As it would not be possible to collect all the water in all the oceans on earth and store it, similarly, it won't be possible to describe him and his qualities in words. I don't know if I am even worthy of this immense love and I hope God forgives me of all the temper tantrums which at times I throw at him. Te amo...!! 

Appreciation....

Why is it that we love appreciation so much and not the criticism? While the fact is that criticism makes us work much more harder that appreciation. More importantly, it is the impact on the confidence level that criticism/appreciation has which matters the most.

The salary being credited to our account wont bring that inner joy in us which a small piece of appreciation at work place could brings. We have such an appetite for appreciation. We are brought up in that manner. Remember the time when we used to jump with joy on getting a star by the teacher in our school copy. And then we tried to get mor and more of those stars.

Our hunger for appreciation increases as we grow up but the appreciation on the other hand starts decreasing. We are not pampered on becoming adults yet we just love being pampered.

However, appreciation would actually loose its value had criticism not been there. There should be a perfect balance of both. We should rather work on our critics more frequently to gather more of appreciation. Even the movie stars, while accepting an award do make it a point to thank their critics who helped them work on their weaknesses.

Rudeness....a virtue?

The other day I was in a restaurant where I observed a girl who came and joined her mother who had been waiting for the girl as she went to get some coupons. The girl  then narrated to her mother how she actually had to fight with the guy giving coupons over some misunderstanding and she even scolded that guy when finally she was able to get the coupons. The mother had a proud feeling and a smile on her face that her daughter had so skillfully dealt with the situation. I would have felt the same had I been at the mother's place.

"Its good to be bad". This is the most practically applied phrase these days. Its the joy and sense of achievement we feel when we dominate someone and get things done our way no matter how harsh we are on others. Its the results that matters.But I find it really hard to accept when nobody is actually bothered about one's feelings.

Being the youngest child in the family, one gets loved the most. One is pampered and kept safe from all the worldly evils. But why is it that at some point of time, one has to learn the art of rudeness? Why are the ones with a rough attitude admired the most. And I am no exception to that list of admirers who admire the rough dominant personalities. They do have an aura around them. Being that so, yet, I have a firm belief in the power of politeness.

The same words when given a slight bend of politeness could achieve wonders. I am being quite hypocritical here, as though I would love to learn the stern style of formal communication that actually saves you from being a victim yet I would want to win the world with politeness.And make this virtue regain its charm.

Day dreaming......

Its not a good habit to day dream but why is it that we always fall for the bad habits so easily and what if we realize that these are actually not that bad. Yes...I dream alot but most of my good dreams have actually been true.

The biggest one and the one I share alot being me meeting Hrithik Roshan. I actually dreamed of being with him. And from amongst thousands of people gathered there I got the chance to hold his hand. But as usual nothing falls in your kitty without an effort. I spent four hours standing there in the crowd just to watch him closely and hold his hand.

This incident really inspires that dreams do come true. And hope I put all the required effort to turn the dreams into reality. A movie dialogue that perfectly fits here, "kisi cheez ko dil se chaho to poori kayanaat tumhe usse milaane ki koshish mein jut jaati hai".

Beyond Boundaries...

Its often required to stretch yourself beyond the defined boundaries. It might be a bit painful but that pain is momentary. The sense of joy on overcoming that pain is indescribable.

I might be the luckiest girl on the planet who got to experience a love that just stretched itself beyond boundaries in the past two days. Plus, the lessons which I got to learn from this. The extra-ordinary patience that one needs to enjoy that extra-ordinary love and pleasure.

Its difficult for me to describe the chain of events that took place leading to anger, impatience, tears and then finally the much needed love that just flowed out like lava after the volcano eruption. God knows how thankful I am that this volcano of love erupted. Still I would not pray for more such eruptions as it requires a lot of strength to go through this roughness yet I would pray the lava(love) to be burning hot always. And there's an effort which is required to keep it burning.

I hope to gather all the strength I can to put in my best efforts for this and overcoming every obstacle. Kudos to the one who taught me this lesson and hope these lines brings a smiling curve on his lips. And this is not all....there's more to come.

Clumsy Clumsy day....

What to say....but what would you feel when in the midst of a meeting when everybody is silent and you get to hear a weird noise from your stomach because of hunger and everybody  else hears that noise too. A sheepish smile came to my face. Noticing others' reactions on this I think the just ignored it or they just seemed to ignore.

This wasn't all...my 18th century phone kept falling every time and getting into pieces every time. I was clumsily picking it up all the time. Added to this some papers also fell when I was carrying them. While picking up the papers I really thought "what a Filmy scene it is".

Apart from all this I enjoyed the work and even the tiredness after that. But I just wished I could have done much better on that part. Hope the coming days will just turn better than this with reduced clumsiness.

The 80-20 rule...

Women, known to be born multi-taskers but even they need to apply the famous 80-20 rule. Looking at busy lifestyles that we all are just getting absorbed in, this 80-20 rule is the need of the hour.

It simply states.......to concentrate on the important 20% of the tasks to achieve 80% of the results. But an important decision we have to make is to choose those 20% tasks carefully. It has been quite difficult for me in the past few days to take out time for my blogs and it was then that I came across this 80-20 article in the newspaper. Its a must but still it would be difficult to decide the proper allocation of time for your important commitments.

It often gives us a feeling of such disatisfaction which further results in useless frustration when we are not able to do all what we actually want to in those 24 hours. Hope this application of 80-20 rule will be of help in reducing this busi-ness of mine. Its high time to actually stop "being busy". And more importantly I just wish my family stops complaining about me that I dont spend time with them and dont even take out time for the household chores and getting the same complaint from my beau of not spending enough time with him.

Aaahhh....there's lot to do. So let me just figure out my  important 20% task list.

Confused Heart....Confused mind...

I took quite some time for writing this one. The work  had just kept me tied up and had been feeling very restless.The way back from Bangalore was not as thrilling as the first flight. Just captured a few pics at the office before moving for the airport.The girls at the office were as usual quite excited to get clicked.Got a good collection of those moments.

The cab driver arrived a little late but he really made sure that I reached on time and even asked me to give him a call once I am inside the airport. That was quite thoughtful of him. The flight was quite normal.The meal was good and watched a movie half way through when I started feeling a terrible pain in my ears. I've heard a lot about it but didn't experienced this pain in the first flight. And this pain was making me very uneasy. I even thought of just getting up and ask the crew for some help but then I thought to be patient as we were about to land in next 40 minutes.

After landing, this pain was still there but luckily it was vanishing slowly. At the airport, again I just grabbed my digi-cam and clicked few more pics of beautiful master-pieces I saw there. I checked out and my beau had come to pick me up. Felt so blessed to see him after such a long period.He was as excited as me to see me again.

Reached home and met everyone. A typical reaction that I got from them, "You've become so weak. You didn't used to have your food properly there?" All their care and love is reflected in these words. But it was great to be back.

I couldn't even wait to go to my office here and meet my colleagues. They were all so welcoming. Although happy to be back my confused heart was still missing Bangalore, its people and its beautiful weather and my confused mind was just struggling hard to get back the focus on work.

Bang Bang Bangalore...

Its actually somewhat difficult to explore a new city alone. I just ventured out to view a newly released and much talked about bollywood flick. It was a good start...the movie was worth watching. Ranbir Kapoor had set a new standard of acting.

After the movie I just walked around in the market. Had lunch at KFC and was quite tired of walking by then. So, just returned back to the guest house and had a small afternoon nap. In the evening just stayed back, lazily watched T.V. and had maggi for dinner. The day just went by.

Wasn't much excited about the holiday next day. The loneliness was somewhat filling me but luckily my beau and all my dear friends kept me busy on the phone and the net the whole day. Thanks  to all of them. Next, I just wanted to get back to work and just complete it as early as I could.

So it was office the next morning and the day went by busy in work. And it was just the same even the next day and added to that I just got some cold and fever in this changed weather. So just had some rest to recover from it quickly.

Surprisingly I got to know through the net that I have some of my old friends in Bangalore. So just called them up and fixed up to meet on Sunday. It was just so good to have them here who made my Sunday evening somewhat interesting. Also, had a visit at the guest house by one more of the office employees. Had some quality conversations with him. Quite a gentleman and a great human being at heart.

Now, just wishing to get back home and just not keep my family waiting any more. My beau had really been missing me alot as I've never stayed away from him. Hope this wait soon ends.

The New Place...

After landing in this beautiful city of Bangalore I straight away headed for the office. Got into a pre-paid taxi and kept receiving the birthday calls on the way. Looking out of the taxi window it appeared to be just like Delhi but the roads here were wider.

The signboards were in English and Kannada. It took an hour to reach the office. It was not very difficult to locate it. The driver dropped just in front of the building. The office was small with less staff but very well maintained. Then the day went off quite normally with the usual meetings and work. Had a typical non-veg South Indian thali in lunch. And the coffee here is just too strong for me. The climate in the evening was quite pleasant as the temperature lowers.

Went to the guest house in the evening. Its a beautiful one. Then at night went out for dinner. It felt great just walking out on the roads all alone not knowing where to go but just exploring the city. But yes it was of a bit concern to my beau for being out at night and that too alone so he kept calling just inquiring now and then as to where I was. Couldn't find much for dinner so just grabbed a subway at one of the malls and headed back. Not knowing exactly the way back as I am just too bad at remembering the directions, I just took an auto-rickshaw. Even the driver didn't knew the exact location so asked a few people on the way to help with the directions. Finally, reached safely.

Next morning got up early. Made tea for myself. Went to the office as usual. In the lunch, it was dosa this time. The gentleman who accompanied me took me to this small South Indian restaurant which was filled with employees from all near-by offices. Not only the food  was delicious but economical as well and the place was quite tidy.The rest of the day went quite normally but my main concern was how to spend the upcoming two days which were declared as holidays to much of my distress.

So the next two days..............

First Flight Saga

It was moving slowly and I was sitting there with my seat belt on, smiling and a thrill that filled me up. Then the sound of the engines raised and it was gaining speed. The speed raised my excitement level as well and I was smiling trying hard to hide from the fellow passengers that it was my "first time". And when it finally did take-off....waaaaaoooowwww....it was wondrous.

It has been quite long a wait to write this one but couldn't have waited more. Just want to pen down all the excitement that I have been through in the past two days. As a kid I always used to wave my hand at every air plane I saw in the sky with a big smile on my face and an enthusiasm in my heart. And again there was this same smile on my face day before but this time I was up in the sky on my first flight gazing down at the city from above.

I rather thought it would be quite dramatic when I would be boarding my first flight...with tears in my eyes saying bye to my loved ones at the airport but it was something very different. The excitement didn't let me sleep the night before. But I did managed to get some sleep and at one go of the alarm I got up in the morning at 0400 hours. My beau was to come to pick me up from home and drop me at the airport. I could sense his excitement as well but he had been disappointed the day before and it was because I was leaving on the day of my birthday...the real birthday. He had plans for this day to make me feel special. However, I had to leave for Bangalore for work on this day. I had cut the cake at night with my family. I anyhow felt special and pampered in his presence. He treats me just like his child giving me instructions and asking me to be careful at every point.

We reached the airport. He helped me keep my luggage on the trolley and accompanied upto the gate. It was now when I was supposed to add that emotional touch to it saying bye with tears and giving him a hug. But instead of that I was more worried about finding the directions at the airport. That was really stupid of me. But I did gave him that sweet good-bye hug when reminded by him. I entered the airport and I had wonder struck eyes. Clumsily I was handling all my luggage and didn't even know how to tie up the tags on the bags. They kept falling. While waiting to be boarded I called up my beau. Then we got the call for boarding the flight.

Again walking through those passages towards the plane, and then entering the plane, locating my seat, everything seemed so dream-like. The view that I saw from that height was beautiful. It was in dreams that I have thought of being among the clouds. Although I was very conscious of fellow passengers getting to know that it was my first flight and I didn't wanted to look stupid in front of them but all this couldn't just stop me from grabbing the camera in my bag and capturing those amazing views. The Sunlight falling on those snow like clouds and the tiny structures down couldn't have been missed. I even saw a circular rainbow with the shadow of the plane falling just in its center. The camera couldn't capture it as it was quite light but its captured in my memory.

It was a 3hour flight so I went to sleep as I had no interesting co-passengers to talk to. On landing when I switched my phone on, I started receiving the birthday wishes from my friends.

It was an amazing and exciting start to this day. I hope to find much more in this beautiful city and completing my work assignment successfully.

 

9/11....The Mystery Continues..

It was 11 years back in 2001 that this date made a mark on hundreds of lives but till today this date is one to be careful of. Its my legal birthday as well, the original one being on 17th of the same month.
The day before my sister in law lost her phone which by now is in safe hands but still not with her. But she had some additional trouble to go through with the telecom company as well which didn't blocked the original sim connection when requested to do so and added to that they provided her an altogether different number of their another 10 year old customer. It was a bit of a hassle to bring things back in order and still the telecom company is in process to settle this whole issue. I doubt if they are really "happy to help"?

Further, the upheaval continuing at the workplace was a bit upsetting. I would rather call it a clash of commitments. The management desiring a big commitment from the employees to make the organization reach an astonishing high level but the employees having their own commitments and responsibilities in life as well. It was a tough a call for all of them who just had to make a choice to remain or to move. I truly connect and deeply respect the decisions taken by each one of them. No matter what would be the outcome each one felt quite light at heart after taking their respective calls and had a smile on their face.

Thanks to these smiles that I was able to celebrate my "on-papers" birthday as I call it quite happily. It was for the very first time that I was cutting the cake on this "crucial" date. I had always cut the cake on 17th otherwise but really thankful to all my colleagues and the mails that filled my inbox that really made me feel special. Lucky to have two birthdays in a year.

All the more there was a sadness of separation in the air. Its not that easy to say good bye. But yes celebrating that final bye does helps to some extent. I still see some hope and wish there will be no good bye. But whatever be the case everybody was in a mood of celebration at the end of the day....to celebrate their decisions.

All the best to you buddies in all your endeavors and wish to stay connected with each one of you in some way or the other.

That common mistake...

It was just another day for her but what an exciting one. She is quite careful otherwise but may be this was not her day. She was on her way to office when while waiting for the metro at the station she just went and sat on the bench. The scorching heat having no mercy on her she was sweating alot. She just grabbed her handkerchief from her handbag to wipe her face. Aaahh...That was some relief. And the metro arrived. She hurriedly got up and got into the metro.

Managed to get a seat in the metro which is usually a big task in the morning office timings. It was then that she realized something was missing and oops... it was her phone..that too the one she purchased just few days back... that went missing. Tensed she just got down at the next station and took the reverse metro. Thinking all the while that she must have left it at the bench where she sat while waiting. When she reached there at the same place praying hard just get her phone back but all in vain. It was gone.

Losing a mobile is quite common with the girls but it can be as stressful as a final examination. She then borrowed a phone from one of the fellow passengers to call on her number. And as expected it was switched off. Quite angry on her own blunder she went to the metro customer care center to explain her situation and seek some help. But...these customer care centers do not actually care for it. She wanted to get a complain registered to which the officials replied that metro thefts complaints are registered at only one police station that too in Sarita Vihar. And what raised her tempers really high was when she was refused to view the CCTV coverage. She just couldn't stand this refusal. She argued that what is the use of their opening a customer center when they cannot entertain customer's complaints. She then got to view the CCTV coverage but was of no use.

With a lost heart she went to the police station for the very first time in her life to lodge an FIR. What a weird atmosphere there it was she realized. She came home with her head just bursting out with pain. But then something more was still there for her in the store for the day. She receives a call at home on mom's phone from her sister. Her sister  had some good news for her. Her sis when called up on her number a man answered who said that he had found the phone at the station which went off due to low battery so he brought it home. He gave his address from where the phone can be collected. It was actually a relief to her.

Hats off to this happy go lucky girl that is my Sis in law. But the story has something more to it.....

that will be continued in the next blog with a lovely message.

Something is missing...

Getting an eerie feeling. Its like losing something. This is just lack of something and I don't know what. Have been feeling quite left out...didn't actually wanted to write this but feeling relaxed to some extent after hitting the keyboard.

Hopefully this goes away and it goes away fast. Missing the fun these days and missing all my best buddies. Wherever you guys are...just give a call....let us hit the dance floor once again. And hopefully when we are happy we will find out what is it that is best for us in life.

Life is just too big to play small. Come, lets make it large and lets bring back that missing inner happiness.

UPHEAVAL................

An upheaval that's not required....an upheaval that is just leading to waste of precious productive time. Its making the atmosphere tensed. Not only that, its leading to raised voices as well.

Something which has a positive side of it. Something which will definitely not turn out to be as bad as imagined. Something which will bring a smile on every face and all this tensed period will be forgotten as a bad dream.

But all this upheaval as i call it has definitely brought unity among those who are facing it. This has all the more provided them the strength to bear it. There is actually no sense of fear amongst them. Its something they are dealing with smiles on their faces.

I am cent percent sure that these smiles are not going to vanish so easily. There is a positive outcome which I could view and they all will end up having a great party at the end of the day. And this celebration will be for coming out victorious collectively.

Hoping for the best!!!!!!!!!

Excessive analysis...leading to paralysis

One of my favourite teachers always used to quote this, " Too much analysis leads to paralysis". Its so true that too much of thinking is not a nice habit plus it eats a lot of productive time. Its hard to get rid of this habit and this is what that can be commonly seen around us.

Too much time spent in planning and meetings is somewhat eating the time that ought to be consumed in execution. Plan of action is important but its of no use without any action taking place.

Had I not got into action this blog wont have been in existence and remained just there in my plan of action. Hope I'll soon be able to bring the other actionable items into actual action soon. The thoughts running in my mind desperately need a platform of execution now.

All credit to my teacher for repeatedly using this favorite quote.

Young and Old...Together...

Family gatherings...a frequent phenomenon in everybody's lives...yet there is still something that goes unnoticed in these gatherings....the togetherness of the generations and the sense of completeness among each of the family member.

Its true that it is one's family that makes him complete. And it is in these family get togethers when we actually enjoy these generation gaps. One such get together at my place was no different. Yes, we being the hosts it was somewhat hectic for us but a lot more enjoyable. Staying up till late a night before for packing the return gifts and making extra seating space in the house so that all fit in comfortably. Then getting up the next morning...the day of the party...going to the market for buying vegetables, fruits, cold-drinks and other snacks for the evening and can't forget the scorching sun having no mercy on me and my sister-in-law who bravely ventured out in the heat to make all the purchases.

As the evening approached the preparations sped up. The house filled up with the aroma of the veg and non-veg starters being cooked. The guests slowly started flowing in. The kids getting just too excited started with their trademark hallah-hoo. The ladies in the family just got busy in serving the food and gossips of-course. The gents as usual busy with their drinking stuff. A sort of group-ism yet togetherness. Each one being incomplete without the other.

There was an exchange of gifts along with smiles. Few lightened their hearts by sharing the hardships that they had been facing. Hopefully the young found some solutions to their day to day hardships in those advices of the experienced elderly.

Finally, the good-byes which went upto 2.00 a.m at night. The hardest part was cleaning up the after party mess. After completing it we slept around 3.00 at night. Though tiring yet it leaves a smile on faces. Its a fun get together that's just always welcome.   

Sad Partings...

Its so easy to get attached to people around you...the ones with whom you spend most of your time. And saying goodbye after a long attachment is tough. But its the way life goes on. Recollecting the memories of the farewell at school definitely brings a smile on our faces and that moment had been one quite close to our hearts. Parting away from friends and from our early year crushes made us somewhat emotional.

And even now its no different, making new friends and that too close ones in a short span of time and yet saying goodbyes to them seems so difficult. It was an amazing evening out with my friends the day before filled with enjoyment. But it was kind of a farewell party. That was the difficult part.

Heartiest congratulations to him for moving on.

Morning...Afternoon...Evening...

Quite a normal day yet eventful. It usually starts normally. Getting up in the morning and getting ready for work, grabbing the newspaper and running through the headlines, getting stuck in the traffic at times and finally reaching the office either on time or late. Getting the morning greetings everyday in our inbox is what I would call an excellent start for the day. The solution for almost 50% of the problems are in those greetings.

After this excellent start seriousness silently creeps in.Slowly everybody just gets engrossed in work. And as the afternoon approaches it becomes quite aggressive. With the increased aggressiveness, tempers rise which eventually resulted in raised voices yesterday. It did sent shivers in my body for a moment. There was an eerie silence on the work floor with more seriousness on faces and smiles completely vanished.

Yet it is the application of true sportsman spirit in such situations which brings everything back to normal within minutes. Smiles were back but not for all.For few emotions come in the way.She is strong yet I viewed her sensitive part. Its quite hard to handle. Having gone through that phase I know it takes some time to be back to normal.She would feel better after a good night's sleep and feel stronger after that. Still its hats off to those struggling hard with their emotions to bring things back to normal and to those who within minutes bring the smiles back.

By evening everybody is relaxed and some just head off to party.Seeing one of my friend in a changed look almost brought the "miss world expression" on my face. That was really funny. The rain is an added pleasure but the traffic jams were again a spoil spot. Walking towards home and enjoying the weather I was almost dancing with the street dog.

It was wonderful, eventful, enjoyable and yet normal.

The Conference

Conferences are usually considered to be quite boring. One can easily recall the Parliament's budget session where the attendees are either yawning or banging the tables. Contradictory to this common notion, for me conferences have always been quite an attraction.

These are the corporate conferences that seem to be quite attractive. The first one that I attended was way back when I had just passed out of school. It was a Law Seminar. This was quite different from a corporate conference. Here the audience comprised of students and parents. It was a seminar on why to choose law as a career. What keeps your attention grabbed in such a seminar or a conference is the way panel members present themselves and their topics. I still remember the person who addressed us in this law seminar was a young corporate lawyer who had this big smile on his face. He was a good orator. The way he was sharing his experience with us was very interesting adding the tinge of humour now and then. His voice was quite energetic and he made it quite an interactive session as well.During the session I made a query to him regarding placements after completion of law. Not only he answered it quite well but he gave it a positive bend as he said at the start of your career no matter whatever choice you make just maintain a positive outlook for it.

And yet another conference that I had attended just yesterday gave me the same feel. This was exactly what I would refer as an "attractive corporate conference". It was about the foreign upcoming markets. The panel members had smiling faces and amazing experiences as well as knowledge databases to share with us. Their presentations were interesting and something new for the audience which comprised of lawyers, CAs, MBA professionals and entrepreneurs. Who could have imagined that words like "sexy" and "unsexy' would be used in such conferences to describe an attractive investment. It was a healthy interaction of like minded people from varied backgrounds.And yes the tea time snacks after the conference were very much required for my small empty stomach.The tea itself didn't had a nice taste. It could have been better.

Looking forward for more of these conferences and hopefully as the member of the panel now having a smiling face. 

Sharp skills

In a country like India sharp skills are your surviving tool. By sharp skills I do not mean something that is taught in schools or colleges or something that one is born with. These skills are developed over a period of time. In a situation where you have just nobody to trust these skills are your guiding light. And we find ourselves in these kind of situations almost everyday.

These skills are quite common among the guys. The girls being usually brought up in quite a protective environment are somewhat lacking in these skills. But I would be contradicting myself by saying that these skills are in abundance among the housewives. The way they deal with the vendors while buying groceries and vegetables , their multi-tasking, their dominance while arranging a function at their place is somewhat quite admirable.

Among the guys its more of a practicality that can be seen. They just can't trust anybody so easily. A friend of mine arguing with the parking attendant on charging parking fees without a permit caught my attention. If you are not alert at any moment you can land up in serious trouble at times. These practical skills of cross-checking, dominance, strong voice, alertness, people management are your safeguards. Even if one is lacking in these skills, an effort made in acquiring these skills would not go waste. Its not really hard to acquire them as these can be learned from your day to day events and observations. The application of these skills at the right time with the right people in a right manner is where your presence of mind comes into play.

As the famous saying goes "Precaution is better than cure", so better protect yourself before hand than to land up in a trouble-some situation.  

Far away....yet close

It is never the distance that really matters but the thoughts and feelings I shared with him that really made me connect so well with him. You would always need someone with whom you could just share your deepest fears and feelings.It was really a comfort to me when the person with whom I was sharing my experience few days back had himself went through the same circumstances and faced similar situations.

I hardly had an interaction with him during my professional training classes during which we actually met each other.Then he went overseas for employment. Even after that we didn't really had much in common to talk about but yes the usual gal boy thing like movies, flirting, gossips and at times certain profession related topics.

But then it was a certain situation that I was going through which I started sharing with him just to lighten myself. It will be hard for me to describe that situation in words and its really not the situation that is important its the solution he provided me. Having gone through somewhat similar events he had an idea about what I was going through and he said its just "the beginning" and its just the initial steps that are hard to take, the rest of the journey isn't that tough. Its the simplest advice but it comforted me to quite an extent. At that instant he even made a call to me and my hour long conversation with him on the phone not only made me feel lighter but happier.

This far away yet close connection really works.Hope this blog would bring a smile on his face. An amazing quote that perfectly fits here, " Your journey will seem a bit incomplete if you don't end up making new buddies on the way."
Thank you buddy.

Tech Tonic

Technology....I never really thought I would be writing about this topic. I am not quite tech savvy kind of a girl. I would require all the help in the universe even to operate the simplest of the tech devices. I somewhat feel that me and technology don't have the same frequency. Even for making a simple online payment I really have to struggle a lot. My payment is never processed in one go.

While my friends would love to play "Angry Birds" on their touch screen phones I would rather prefer to use my non touch screen phone just for texting and chatting with a good old friend. Playing games online would never be on my list even when I have nothing to do and I am really bored. When I bought my first camera phone I didn't even knew what do we mean by megapixels.

But then there was this article in the newspaper that I came across the day before which made me write on this topic. The article was "how the net gave Delhi boy his memory back". This headline actually caught my attention. The article stated about a boy Mayank diagnosed with tubercular meningitis which is an infection of the central nervous system. This boy had lost his memory to such an extent that he didn't even understood the language. It was then that technology did the work of the medicine. He saw the desktop one day and recalled the day when his family first got it. It was a strange turn of the events that he who used to be a writer earlier had language as his biggest hurdle after the memory loss. He made mobile phone his English tutor. Watching the news on TV taught him how to construct the sentences. He then tested his re-acquired skills on Twitter whose character limit forces one to be creative. With an internet connection at hand but no memory, Mayank just googled himself. He discovered the articles he had written. And then Gmail helped him recollect the missing years of his life. Every e-mail told him something about himself in his own words. And not forgetting the most popular networking site Facebook helped him connecting with people he had earlier connected with.

At times we are so helpless that its just too hard to get back to leading our lives normally but then God sends us help in such forms that it leaves us astonished at our capabilities. But its possible only when we are ready to help ourselves and we never give up hope. Technology added one more merits to its already long list that it can be used to discover your own self. And moreover this article had  made me tech-lover now.

The Event

I couldn't have missed to write about this. It was something that had been missing from life for so long....something that I had probably been waiting for quite some time. Something like a medicine that I seriously required for my inner happiness. It was the STAGE...the Anchoring...Something that I love to do.

It was the first salary event that our company organizes to present to the new employees in the company their first salary cheques. This event is something which anybody would rarely get to see. Its a ceremony where your first salary cheque along with a memento is presented to your family which gives them a proud feeling. It was a nice get together of the employees along with their families and their new family being their colleagues and their seniors in the company.

As far as anchoring is concerned, this was the second time that i did it. Last i did comparing was in a inter house competition in school and I won it. I got to experience this yet again yesterday that when I am on stage and I have the mike, its a different me altogether. Something different from what I am normally in the routine. I kept thinking about being on stage before the event. Various thoughts running through my mind about how I'll be introducing the management and my colleagues plus adding a tinge of humour to it so that the audience is not bored and enjoys it thoroughly and yet keeping it quite decent. When the moment actually arrived it automatically brought a big smile on my face. I was completely enjoying it...at times forgetting my lines and then covering it up quite decently.

I can't afford to forget mentioning the presence of my co-host there who not only made me comfortable but was a boost to my confidence level. He himself being quite creative helped me out with most of the introductory lines.

After we concluded the event successfully, the appreciations which me and my co-host got to receive were amazing. The smile on the faces of my family members is unforgettable.

It was a tiring day though but the after thoughts running through my mind after the event didn't let me sleep at night. And even when I got some sleep what would you expect I had in my dreams. Yes..me anchoring the event.

I just hope I get more opportunities to do what I am good at. It is just like discovering your true self. Doing what you want to do and being astonishingly best at it. I hope to reach upto that stage quite soon in my life.

Passion and obsession

"She's hot, she's cool, she's just irresistible, she's amazingly attractive, she's beautiful." This is not about a super hot shot Hollywood diva but yes this is what a guy passionate about cars would describe his dream car like. This guy actually dreams about cars. Just like one fears losing his near and dear ones, this guy actually views a dream about his car getting drowned in a swamp and he is trying hard to save her and feeling terrible when he is not able to rescue her.

Its something crazy. And this craziness is what is called passion. Its a driving force. Something that actually makes you live life. One can retire from work but one can never retire from his passion. Perfection can be well achieved by passion. It's passion that made Sachin Tendulkar a 100 on 100 perfect.

There's a thin line of difference between passion and obsession. Going by the dictionary meaning passion is an intense feeling, emotion or desire for something while obsession is domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire etc. It can be understood this way passion in its negative form is obsession and obsession in its positive form is passion.

Passion can have innumerable forms ranging from cars, bikes, dance to cricket, music, and what not. These flames of passion should always be kept burning as this fire cannot harm when given the right direction.

The Beginning

On this 66th Indian Independence Day I am starting this blog of my mine and thus chose the title "The Beginning". Its a new beginning for me in most of the aspects of life right now. My entering the corporate world is a new "beginning". Starting this blog and waking up the inner hidden author in me having this flair to write is a new "beginning".

Many thoughts running through my mind....the character "Julie" from the Oscar winning movie "Julie and Julia"....I am just feeling similar to her. She needed something to do and keep her going after she reaches home every evening from work. So she started blogging about cooking which was her inner deep passion. I need the same. But I wont be blogging about cooking.

Hope this new "beginning" gives the right direction to my desires and my passion. And I hope this blog will the most happening one to read.