A Silent encounter..

I have a strange tendency of smiling randomly at strangers. My smiles are often met with frowns, no reactions and very rarely a smile. So I am used to the fact that people might not react to my smile. And still it just keeps coming, my smile I mean. But this one time, I saw a guy. Cute and chubby. His hair fringes playing around his forehead. And even before I realised I was smiling at him. But again as I say no reaction. Except for some stolen eye contacts no reaction. And Ouch that did hurt. For no reason I felt bad. The hurt me, decided against making a fool of myself again, by looking at him. When the traffic lights were green. We started moving on. My heavy heart made my steps slow. He raced ahead, and made a tilt, looked at me and flaunted the perfect toothless and dimpled smile at me, from his stroller. The toddler just made my day. Way to go kid.

Summer of 69

I really don’t like the song. It makes me cry and feel even more helpless. I start getting visions of my college days. Which anyways were not "the best days of my life”. And definitely not something I would ever cry for.
The people I loved and cared for then are still in touch with me. Well back then I never realized that. Now 3 years after kissing my college life good bye, there is only one thing I miss about it. It’s being a teen. The rest I still have. The college friends, my boyfriend (very much the same) and enemies (trust me it just takes minutes for me to hate someone, inborn talent, one rude reply and you are up on the hit list).
I guess we are all programmed to crib. All 4 years of your graduation you keep cribbing bout the college and want to get out of it. Suddenly on the farewell party your stupid juniors play the only few songs they know "Purani Jeans" and "Summer of 69" and even though you were not born in the year of 69 still you go all tears over it. Even though the lyrics hardly match your experiences, you might just be shedding tears over the fact that it never happened to you.
They say memories are to cherish and not to shed tears on. I was the bookworm who would cry when she lost her rank. And spend her time in library. The extra curricular I participated in, are not something I am proud of (will write another blog bout that). Our college was near a stable, no place to hang out moreover not people to hang out with.
And though my college life sucked big time, I still get Goosebumps while listening to the song. Sentimental Fool I am.

My experiences with Blogging

You know I was so determined when I started blogging that I will definitely NOT make this blog my personal diary. But strangely that is what I have been doing since I started. But isn’t that the reason why you pen down your thoughts? Just because this cruel world doesn’t want to pay heed to your agonies, fantasies and at times facts, you force them to
read it. Publish it here and there. Well I surely do it. In fact I forced my roomies and friends to become followers as well I still don’t see their name in my follower list. Well I convince myself with the reason that they already get enough of me everyday either at home or office, and now they are being just generous enough to let others get a hint of my scripting. My history as blogger is not as glorious but as I don’t have anything else to scribble about and I am not surely willing to write about fair and lovely Singapore Guys (you know I have more facial hair then them.. and theirs are so silky and again I envy guys!!) so you get the hint why I don’t want to write bout them. And so like it or not I will tell you and make you read my EXPERIENCES WITH BLOGGING:

Once upon a time, there was this me at my place. Almost used to do hell lot of jabbering in front of my sister. So when she left me for her college I was left all alone in our cozy little room. My well trained mouth still didn’t stop, I used stand in front of the mirror and talk to myself. One fine day I was venting out in front of the mirror and my Mom caught me red handed and was quite amused. But I was kind of embarrassed. So I opted the silent medium. I used pen down things. It started with anger, then crushes, friends, frustration, failures and almost everything for which words were present in my dictionary. After writing I had a strange satisfaction. And I had an obedient listener, who’ll only listen and never question. Well it had its own problems, I used to and I still write into random pages, which often flew and reached up to ppl they were written for. And blush blush !! If not those ppl then it’ll for sure make its way to my Mom, and then I’ll have a round of
questions. In 2007 I happened to see "The Inconvient Truth". I could relate to it. My scribbling was actually cutting down so many trees. So Bang! I’ll go the Soft way.. No hard copies.. Blog things. My first Blog was more of venting, convincing, confessions to myself. The entire piece was bout nothing but cribbing over every possible dimension of life. And then like a winner I concluded the blog saying something like, "the solution for
all this lies with me". And surprisingly no one liked it.. In fact a smart guy commented "You have the questions and you also have the answers, great going any more FAQs". Huh Smart Ass (Well I kinda agree to him now though)!! And for the disappointed me this failure was too much to take. So I went hard on the Soft way and started my
scribbling again. Infact my first blog gave ppl funny ideas, someone came up to me and said "I’ll accept you just the way you are!!" But Hello! I cannot accept you whichever way you are!
So after a disappointing debut and a break for 2 years I made a comeback with trying my writing skills on reviews.
A few people (my sis and Mihir) liked it, so here I am.. Getting "Soft" again!

Singapur - Part 1.

This one is to all the ppl curious to know how the new country is treating me..
Well honestly I hardly feel the difference. And yet I miss a lot of stuff, like office gossips with my girl friends and late night chatting with my boyfriend,early morning masala chai with Mtv and my very cozy 2BHK and the inmates.
The things new here are ofcorse the tall, really tall offices, comfy transport and easily walkable distances. And as simple it sounds it is equally confusing. Although the transport is so comfy, the way out of the station is quite a task, there are some six or seven exit from the station and each one leads to some other street. On my first day some generous colleague helped me find the way, the second day I was pretty sure of my sense of direction I ventured out alone, and was pretty sure that I have come to rite place and yes I was at the rite place. There was just one problem,I was in a lane a little ahead of my office. I could easily spot my building, thanks to the 61 floors in it. And thought it will be just a little crossingof the road. But no that just one lane made go back to the subway and the climb up and down so many stairs and escalators to finally come out to the correct lane.
Then there are few things that will really lure alot of Indian guys. Yes they are nice tonned legs. Any one and everyone has a strange habit of displaying their legs. You get all size and shapes. Covered by a variety of clothings varying from skirts to shorts to things I am yet to name. The people here are so different and yet they all look the same. They all have such nice trendy haircuts that they dont look trendy anymore and the plane janes look more in fashion than them. And this holds true for guys as well. The cute, fair, slim guys are specifically not my choice but in case you admire timidty then this is the place for you. Every other guy here has either David Beckham, Edward Cullen types hairdo (YAWN).
Yes but still am looking forward to like this place and the people here!!!

Don't be shy my Buddy!!!

This one is for people who say they love and respect their country in a subtle manner!!!

So well, people you always pose out to be quite and silent sorts when it comes to loving your country. You want your name to be included in the lists of people who do good anonymously. But then, you do love yourself, your family, siblings and friends, don’t you. I am quite sure you won’t go around professing your love everyday to them. Nor would you stand in front of the mirror daily and say “I love you”. But when it is mommy’s birthday you will make sure that it is celebrated and she gets her gifts. All your actions will for sure make it clear that you are happy for her on her special day and that you love her. Even on your b’day you will be dressed the best, you throw a party and will let everyone get the hint that you are happy.

Then why do you shy away when it is a special day for your country. Don’t tell it every day. But when you get the chance don’t even miss saying it.

I am one who speaks out loud.

So here’s wishing you all HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY !!!

Memoirs of a Hero

When I look back, down the memory lane I recall the years which I spend being with the crowd, then the years when I thought I was different from the crowd and the years when I finally realized that I was different.

But then I was always there as your savior. When you'll know me even you will agree that i was there when you were a kid, Iwas there when in school you made mockery of your friends and teacher, I was also a part of all your physics experiments. Kids love me but hot chicks envy me!!

I know you are baffled now and want to know who this modest old gentleman is. I will soon quench your curiosity...

Yes I am the same stick man who was your first human figure sketch, I am the same stick man who was always used to make some quick caricature of your teachers. In your physics experiment you hung me from an inclined plane and made me the pendulum ball. I know some over imaginative professors like K c Joseph called me with weird names and added on accessories on me like a helmet, long locks of hair, a hand bag and the list is countless. I felt so molested!! But it was on deadly day when he decided to cut my throat and take out all my blood and measure my bone weight...

I vowed then that I will never fall in hands of mad scientist. I was really happy being in the sweet memories of old parents who recalled when their child first drew that "MY FAMILY" sketch.. Life was so peaceful no more enemies only love and memories. Just then it so happened that a cute little girl sketched me in her drawing book and her mother's friend who was a model had a glimpse at me. She could not take her eyes off me. I also couldn't help blushing, never had a woman observed me with so much of lust and desire in her eyes. She was so desperately scanning me. And finally she told her friend "I want that". My fantasy were about to take a picture. Then she repeated "I want it that figure, all bones and no fat. Oh I envy that ugly stick man so much".

And the bitch in me got a wake up call and she just said "Good For you!!!".

Two Mirrors have a same face!!!

This for people in general. Except my BF :-)
Who says your professional life is different from personal.
They have the same flow, may be the terminologies might differ, but the flow of action and thoughts are so similar.
For that instance falling in love and finding a job are so similar.
And yet one comes under professional and the other in personal.
They both start with attraction, followed by a few rejections.
And finally the most awaited part come you finally get one.
You are happy, you celebrate.
Some people feel good for you and some envy you.
The first year is probation, wherein you are getting trained. In the job you are a trainee and in relationship as of now you are “JUST GOOD FRIENDS". You give your best shot to all the assignments. You are true to all your deadliness, in your job and on all your dates.
And hence passes the first year, and finally its the moment you have dreamt of you are now entitled for the company's payroll and in your love life you are now the official boy/ girl friend. And strangely one fine day you start getting hints that your freedom is invaded. The understanding and the contracts are just some emotions and papers lying in some isolated corner of your partner's mind (if they have one) and in your bosses drawers (again if they have one, cost cutting you see!!).
Suddenly your dream is a nightmare and you want to break free. You just want to relive the days where you were jobless and single.
But then something holds you back it's the desire for money and love.
You live in this confusion for quite some time.
And finally, after a lot of counseling you decide to file the papers for resignation and kiss your partner good bye.
Just when you are about to say/submit the same, pop comes the offer of promotion.
You are promoted as a manager!!! Woopie..
Will you marry me!! (sob sob of course)

And there you go again!!!

Roadies

It was late in the night. I was all alone on the roads. Thinking all the while what will happen today. Just then I saw him on the opposite side of the road. I waved. He nodded. And started moving towards me. I crossed my fingers and wished he replies in affirmation. After a long hard day, a heart break is the least you want. Praying he says yes today. When I finaly confronted him I asked "Bhaiya, Borivali". And he grinned, exhibiting his saffron teeth and without a word ran zoomed away.And there I was all alone standing on a lonely street, wondering whether to curse him or my luck or just call it an icing on the cake.
But this is not just a tale of "One fine day", it is almost every day. These Roadies (Auto drivers), believe in monopoly. And RULES, they dont give a damn to it. Mumbaikars are all aware that it is a rule an auto driver cannot deny going to any place when they do not have any passenger already. But our heroes are born to break the rule. They might be scared of carry 4 passengers and breaking the signal, but when it comes to going to some place which is not so far they always have a problem. And when you imply the rule on them, it's always "Auto Kharaba ho gaya hai, nahi aa sakte".Threaten them, by naming the police in your conversation, they reply "Hum kyun jhooth bolenge madam". And then tell them "Andheri chalo", all of sudden their sad and suffering auto is all right and healthy to vroom away. I know I am sounding frustrated, but it is relavant. The society we live in has responsibility assigned to different people. Doctors, engineers, teachers and the list goes on.And when either of them deviate from their call of duty it is definitely not tolerated with the others in the same society. While serving society we look beyond our personal interests. Imagine if the "more money virus" infected the doctors, they would treat only the deadliest ailments, the teachers would prefer to teach only in private schools, and the engineers will work only on the outsourced project and let the domestic infra go for toss. We are sure to be annoyed. Similarly even the people working for transport should understand their responsiblity and respond to the call of duty when required. An excuse once in while is permitted after all even doctors and teachers are permitted leaves.
Just wondering how to kill this monster of monpoly.