If you have a sibling who is couple of years younger or elder to you, it’s more likely to be a friendly relationship. Not saying that it won’t be possible otherwise, but its “more” likely if the age difference is lesser. My sister is around two years younger to me.
My sister. My one of the sweetest (and probably the earliest) memories of her is her first day in school when she refused to sit in her class and kept crying until her class teacher brought her to me and then she happily sat next to me. My mom says that this routine continued for over a week!
She never had any qualms in declaring that she likes what her brother likes. If I chose compass box with Mickey Mouse, she wanted the same. If my favorite hero was Bigb, then hers was the same. If I loved cricket, then she loved that too. In fact, I remember coaxing my friends to let her play cricket with us and bowl only underarm balls to her. And she used to play from both the teams!
She has always believed that her brother is the best! If none of her friends were getting solution for any complex math problem then she’ll declare, “My bhai can solve this, lets go to him”. If she is stuck with the theme of the role-play or with the choice of the group song, to be performed at school events, she’ll bring all her friends to me and say, “Bhai, we need you for this”.
I’m not highlighting my qualities here. I’m highlighting her belief in me. Her trust in her bro, who can never do anything wrong! This definitely sometimes scared me. Made me afraid of what if I don’t live up to her beliefs?
But as mischievous as I was (and am), I did many things that cannot be called as correct. And many times she was my partner in all those crimes that we committed together. She has always been my trusted lieutenant. My mom can tell you all our pranks together which we cracked on our friends of neighborhood.
She tops the list of the people who understand me completely. She knows what I want even when I don’t say it. She knows my exact reactions to most of the situations. She has lied, sacrificed, and got punished for me. She even remained silent for me. I remember those days when she got the air of my puppy love but she silently assured me that she wouldn’t tell Mom and Dad!
I know that despite her belief in me, she is the strongest amongst us. Calm, composed and intelligent. Not a loud and emotional fool like me.
Come 26th of this month, she will start a new phase of her life. And I know that she will be the best wife, sister-in law and daughter-in-law just like she has been the best daughter and sister one can hope for.
This one’s for you. My mom. My sister. My first friend. Wish you all the happiness of this world☺
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Happy Endings
“Why am I not feeling happy? Have I made a big compromise contrary to my belief that compromises should be avoided? You got to be happy. Take this as a challenge. Use your “creativity” to design marketing campaigns for your company. Look at so many other people who are still not sure about their future. Did you not witness your senior’s fate? You got a better deal. You will definitely overcome this as well.”
These were the thoughts going on in my mind when 2010 was knocking at the door. I had just got placed and taken up a job which was not there in my list when I joined IMT. I was trying to console myself very hard. Sometimes even trying to find that consolation out of other’s misery. But isn’t that the way humans generally behave? Whenever you are down, you try to cheer yourself up by looking at others and say " Yeah, things could have been worse". But what pinches the most is that "Things could have been better". Well, recession was anyway not in the hands of my college. All said and done, I still feel the unease of trying to make a “smaller” line "bigger" by comparing it with even much “smaller” line!
So I entered 2010 with a big baggage with me. My group (which was my family at IMT) was aware of my situation which was visible when none of them actually congratulated me. They knew I have made a compromise (just like some of them had already made and remaining would do in coming days). They just gave me a hug and a pat on the back. We all knew that we would definitely get what we wanted sooner or later. I had predicted December 2010 as the month by which we will get that. And bingo! We got it latest by November when last amongst us, our beloved “Shri Shri 1008 Pandeyji”, got into Infy! So for once in my life, I actually justified that “Pundit” tag of mine.
Singling out IMT placement as an aberration would be unfair on my part. I have always got things with a little hiccup and a bit late. What suits me is “Ruk-ruk ke chalti hai apni gaadi”. I believe someone up their trusts me a lot and always gives me tough assignments. I believe that He gives you tough things because He knows you can handle them. But I must say that at the end, I get the best!
2010. Though it started on not a very happy note, but as it progressed, it proved to be one of the most eventful years of my life. Trips with friends to Shimla, Delhi, Vaishno Devi. Trips with family to Haridwar, Rishikesh, Amritsar. 3 months at my hometown doing nothing (and everything!). My sister got engaged. Trip to Orissa and AP (btw, my count now is 15 states…yuppieee…but still 13 to go not including UTs). Met my “moti” sister after almost 2 years when she flew down to Bangalore from US. Got a dream job. And more than everything else, spent later half of the year planning and shopping for my sister’s wedding!
So at the end of 2010, I can say that I’m the happiest person on the planet. As I always look at things, it was the year of "Kabhi khushi, kabhi thodi kam khushi". I tried. I failed. I kept trying. And I succeeded. That’s the way it works.
2011 promises to be a fantabulous one as well! It starts with a bang and then there are many events which may unfold in coming months☺ Just wishing everyone a very happy and prosperous new year with the following message:
“Sab ka bhala ho, sab ka sahi ho,
apna bhi lekin, sabse sahi ho”.
These were the thoughts going on in my mind when 2010 was knocking at the door. I had just got placed and taken up a job which was not there in my list when I joined IMT. I was trying to console myself very hard. Sometimes even trying to find that consolation out of other’s misery. But isn’t that the way humans generally behave? Whenever you are down, you try to cheer yourself up by looking at others and say " Yeah, things could have been worse". But what pinches the most is that "Things could have been better". Well, recession was anyway not in the hands of my college. All said and done, I still feel the unease of trying to make a “smaller” line "bigger" by comparing it with even much “smaller” line!
So I entered 2010 with a big baggage with me. My group (which was my family at IMT) was aware of my situation which was visible when none of them actually congratulated me. They knew I have made a compromise (just like some of them had already made and remaining would do in coming days). They just gave me a hug and a pat on the back. We all knew that we would definitely get what we wanted sooner or later. I had predicted December 2010 as the month by which we will get that. And bingo! We got it latest by November when last amongst us, our beloved “Shri Shri 1008 Pandeyji”, got into Infy! So for once in my life, I actually justified that “Pundit” tag of mine.
Singling out IMT placement as an aberration would be unfair on my part. I have always got things with a little hiccup and a bit late. What suits me is “Ruk-ruk ke chalti hai apni gaadi”. I believe someone up their trusts me a lot and always gives me tough assignments. I believe that He gives you tough things because He knows you can handle them. But I must say that at the end, I get the best!
2010. Though it started on not a very happy note, but as it progressed, it proved to be one of the most eventful years of my life. Trips with friends to Shimla, Delhi, Vaishno Devi. Trips with family to Haridwar, Rishikesh, Amritsar. 3 months at my hometown doing nothing (and everything!). My sister got engaged. Trip to Orissa and AP (btw, my count now is 15 states…yuppieee…but still 13 to go not including UTs). Met my “moti” sister after almost 2 years when she flew down to Bangalore from US. Got a dream job. And more than everything else, spent later half of the year planning and shopping for my sister’s wedding!
So at the end of 2010, I can say that I’m the happiest person on the planet. As I always look at things, it was the year of "Kabhi khushi, kabhi thodi kam khushi". I tried. I failed. I kept trying. And I succeeded. That’s the way it works.
2011 promises to be a fantabulous one as well! It starts with a bang and then there are many events which may unfold in coming months☺ Just wishing everyone a very happy and prosperous new year with the following message:
“Sab ka bhala ho, sab ka sahi ho,
apna bhi lekin, sabse sahi ho”.
Monday, December 20, 2010
December Mega Sale!
Yeah, I know that this title suits more to a shopping mall advertisement but how do you say it when you are purchasing a lot? “December Mega Buy”? Anyway, I’m (and my family) on a shopping spree this month. Well, the occasion justifies every single penny spent. My only sister is getting married next month and it’s the first marriage in our family of our generation. So that means my cousins’ preparations are also going on in 4th gear.
We were supposed to get only 15 days for this shopping but as the events turned out, we then got almost 7 months! I’m a firm believer of the saying that “Everything happens for the Best” and it proved to be true here as well. We got good time to plan everything in detail.
One of the things I love the most has always been to fulfill all the demands (warranted or unwarranted) of my sister and she knows the power she enjoys and that’s why she has been very careful and judicious in her demands so far. But yeah, as a ritual of sort, I keep telling her: “Hey Ram, abhi ye bhi bacha hai khareedne ko!!” Hehe..
Well, my sister’s shopping has not given me that much trouble as everyone else’s advice to spend some extra bucks on myself! I have, unsuccessfully, argued that: “Boss it’s not my day” and got the same response from everyone: “It’s round 1 for your day”. Argghh…And my mom says “Lagna chahiye ki dulhan ka iklauta bhai hai” . And I can’t argue with my mom. And if I’m not wrong, I have spent on myself more than my would-be-brother-in-law has done on him.
So, December would be known as the month when my debit card lost its weight considerably and for the first time, I crossed my Credit card limit! Shopping is at full throttle in Bhopal, Mumbai and Bangalore. And yes, because of that I got a chance to go to Mumbai last weekend and then a mandatory visit to Pune.
Mumbai trip was full of shopping malls but Pune, as usual, was more subtle. A heart-to-heart talk with “Dagdu Sheth” of Laxmi road . I discussed with “Sheth” my future plans and thanked him for many things. And then a customary evening on FC road which always takes me on time travel: whether I want or not. And FC road is exactly that place where I end up doing things that not necessarily I want to do!
In short, exciting times ahead☺
We were supposed to get only 15 days for this shopping but as the events turned out, we then got almost 7 months! I’m a firm believer of the saying that “Everything happens for the Best” and it proved to be true here as well. We got good time to plan everything in detail.
One of the things I love the most has always been to fulfill all the demands (warranted or unwarranted) of my sister and she knows the power she enjoys and that’s why she has been very careful and judicious in her demands so far. But yeah, as a ritual of sort, I keep telling her: “Hey Ram, abhi ye bhi bacha hai khareedne ko!!” Hehe..
Well, my sister’s shopping has not given me that much trouble as everyone else’s advice to spend some extra bucks on myself! I have, unsuccessfully, argued that: “Boss it’s not my day” and got the same response from everyone: “It’s round 1 for your day”. Argghh…And my mom says “Lagna chahiye ki dulhan ka iklauta bhai hai” . And I can’t argue with my mom. And if I’m not wrong, I have spent on myself more than my would-be-brother-in-law has done on him.
So, December would be known as the month when my debit card lost its weight considerably and for the first time, I crossed my Credit card limit! Shopping is at full throttle in Bhopal, Mumbai and Bangalore. And yes, because of that I got a chance to go to Mumbai last weekend and then a mandatory visit to Pune.
Mumbai trip was full of shopping malls but Pune, as usual, was more subtle. A heart-to-heart talk with “Dagdu Sheth” of Laxmi road . I discussed with “Sheth” my future plans and thanked him for many things. And then a customary evening on FC road which always takes me on time travel: whether I want or not. And FC road is exactly that place where I end up doing things that not necessarily I want to do!
In short, exciting times ahead☺
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Dilli Ki Sardi!
Ye Shehar nahi Mehfil hai. I think this line aptly describes Delhi. Delhi is a perfect blend of modernity and historical importance in this part of the world. Delhi is one of those rare cities which help you in time travelling. There are few areas in Delhi which take you hundreds of years back in time. And then there are few areas which may resemble the Manhattan! But my favorites will always be Chandni Chowk and India Gate.
Chandni Chowk. My first ever outing with my IMT friends was a day long Delhi trip. Everyone agreed when I suggested that we go to Chandni Chowk first and then to anywhere else, if time permits. Thanks to E. Sreedharan, a metro takes you to the by lanes of Chandni Chowk and then, in turn, 400-500 years back. Those narrow lanes welcome you with an aura which is unmatchable. On a 15 feet wide road, you will find parking, hawkers, Cycle-rickshaws, Cars, and Buses. Everything moving simultaneously on that 2 Km road from Lal Quila to Chandni Chowk. But not even once you feel discomfort. You look around and you feel that you always belonged here. Every building eager to tell you a story and welcomes you with open arms. Some of them even have their construction date inscribed (I remember reading in one of them: 1784!). And then you have the most famous address of Delhi..sorry..Dilli. “Parathe Waali Gali, Dilli-6”. That "Gali" is not even 5 feet wide and they really make the most delicious Parathas in the world. Its there only that you understand the meaning of that old saying: “Paet bhar gaya par dil nahi”. And there only Harsh and I kept ordering Parathas when everybody else succumbed! But its not only about Parathas. Moong/Gaajar ka Halwa, Dahi Bhalle, Gulaab Jamun…oye I already have water in my mouth! That trip ensured my return trips there many more times in coming days. I can now really understand the couplet by Zauq: "Kaun Jaaye 'Zauq' par, Dilli ki galiyaan chhodkar..."
India Gate. Well, this seems to be a bland choice for a favorite place in Delhi. But there are reasons. We never planned for our India gate trip and never went for it in daylight. It has always been a spontaneous decision and there can be any reason for that- even a long queue in mess! We normally used to start at around 9 PM and then would have our Dinner in one of the Dhabas on the highway where Pandeyji always had that extra butter Naan;) And the earliest we would reach India Gate was 12:00, midnight. First thing that we would do was to have “Chuski” in “Kaala-Khatta” flavor. And mind you, you will have to wait for at least 10 minutes before your order gets served. And yes, I’m talking about midnight only. That’s the kind of rush there at that hour! And it used to be more fun if the temperature was anything less than five degrees☺ That generally was followed by photo sessions (and especially the RDB pose on Kakke’s demand). We would roam around for next few hours having our coffee and doing all the bakar possible until someone shouts: “Oye, subah 8:30 baje presentation hai!” But by that time it was already 2 AM and we had not done anything at all on our presentation;) But that was the time when we were allowed to be careless and even if we were not: We didn’t care.
Ah! Those were the days. Anyway, I don’t want to start again on how much I’m missing those days but I’m definitely missing “Dilli ki sardi” here in Bangalore.
Chandni Chowk. My first ever outing with my IMT friends was a day long Delhi trip. Everyone agreed when I suggested that we go to Chandni Chowk first and then to anywhere else, if time permits. Thanks to E. Sreedharan, a metro takes you to the by lanes of Chandni Chowk and then, in turn, 400-500 years back. Those narrow lanes welcome you with an aura which is unmatchable. On a 15 feet wide road, you will find parking, hawkers, Cycle-rickshaws, Cars, and Buses. Everything moving simultaneously on that 2 Km road from Lal Quila to Chandni Chowk. But not even once you feel discomfort. You look around and you feel that you always belonged here. Every building eager to tell you a story and welcomes you with open arms. Some of them even have their construction date inscribed (I remember reading in one of them: 1784!). And then you have the most famous address of Delhi..sorry..Dilli. “Parathe Waali Gali, Dilli-6”. That "Gali" is not even 5 feet wide and they really make the most delicious Parathas in the world. Its there only that you understand the meaning of that old saying: “Paet bhar gaya par dil nahi”. And there only Harsh and I kept ordering Parathas when everybody else succumbed! But its not only about Parathas. Moong/Gaajar ka Halwa, Dahi Bhalle, Gulaab Jamun…oye I already have water in my mouth! That trip ensured my return trips there many more times in coming days. I can now really understand the couplet by Zauq: "Kaun Jaaye 'Zauq' par, Dilli ki galiyaan chhodkar..."
India Gate. Well, this seems to be a bland choice for a favorite place in Delhi. But there are reasons. We never planned for our India gate trip and never went for it in daylight. It has always been a spontaneous decision and there can be any reason for that- even a long queue in mess! We normally used to start at around 9 PM and then would have our Dinner in one of the Dhabas on the highway where Pandeyji always had that extra butter Naan;) And the earliest we would reach India Gate was 12:00, midnight. First thing that we would do was to have “Chuski” in “Kaala-Khatta” flavor. And mind you, you will have to wait for at least 10 minutes before your order gets served. And yes, I’m talking about midnight only. That’s the kind of rush there at that hour! And it used to be more fun if the temperature was anything less than five degrees☺ That generally was followed by photo sessions (and especially the RDB pose on Kakke’s demand). We would roam around for next few hours having our coffee and doing all the bakar possible until someone shouts: “Oye, subah 8:30 baje presentation hai!” But by that time it was already 2 AM and we had not done anything at all on our presentation;) But that was the time when we were allowed to be careless and even if we were not: We didn’t care.
Ah! Those were the days. Anyway, I don’t want to start again on how much I’m missing those days but I’m definitely missing “Dilli ki sardi” here in Bangalore.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
To Ganesh Yadav
It’s now more than 13 years since I left my hometown in search of my destiny. OK I know it’s a very heavy statement. So let me re-frame it: Its now more than 13 years since my parents kicked me out to go and do something in life. Well, since then, whenever I get an opportunity to visit my hometown, I get excited and impatient (which happens to every person who’s away from his/her home). And I got an opportunity to go to my hometown for this Diwali.
So, as excited as a kid, on the date of my departure, I went to the airport, picturing 567th time all the fun I’m going to have on this trip. So when I reached the counter to collect my boarding pass, the lady at the Kingfisher reception told me : “Sir, we have an offer for you”. I thought, I’ve got an upgrade and maybe it’s my turn, finally, to travel in Business class. I asked: “Yes?” She replied: “Can you travel to Mumbai tomorrow?” I was speechless and asked her again: “What!!?” She repeated the same thing. I said “Hello!!, I got a connecting train to my hometown”. Then she gave me all the good reasons (engine failure, festival rush, no backup etc) which reminded me of a perfect CRM case study!! Well, as we have been taught, I tried to be reasonable (did I mention that she was hot?). I said you get me to the nearest airport because Mumbai is not my destination. Then after sometime, she came with two boarding passes and told me: “Sir, you can go to Indore tomorrow via Delhi ”. And then, I reached my hometown after traveling over 3500 kms in around 12 hours!
During my lengthy journey, I kept reading some newspapers and magazines available at the airport. They did not have anything new to offer. It was the same crap: 2G, CWG and Adarsh Society. I was thinking that "Is Congress back to its basics?” but by the evening I read somewhere about Land scams in Karnataka under BJP government. So now, that gives Congress leverage over BJP. But where is the common man here? What about us? In the politics, its not that two wrongs make a right but it’s that every wrong is a right!!
When you read so much of depressing nonsense continuously, you yourself become a bit disappointed. What is happening in my country? What is the solution of all this mess? Should we shoot all the politicians and bureaucrats?
All these thoughts were occupying my mind space when I took a Cab outside Indore Airport. As usual, being a talker, I started a conversation with the driver. My nostalgia made me ask him more about the state of Indore. He kept on telling me how Indore has changed and how his own life has changed. He told me that 5 years back he was just a ticket conductor in one of the private buses in Indore but now he himself owns a Cab worth Rs. 8 Lakh. I was amazed and asked him: “How?” Then he told me a little more about his financial condition 5 years back. He was a poor fellow and the only one to feed 8 stomachs! But he made sure that he gives his children proper education. One of his sons is working in one of the MNC’s in Noida and because of this, he has taken a loan to have his own vehicle. Then he told me about how beautiful is the future of Indore and India. I was literally overwhelmed. Finally, I asked him his name. He said: “Ganesh Yadav”.
After talking to him for 30 minutes, all those depressing thoughts just evaporated within a flash. I know I just happened to meet him after reading all that BS but still he helped boosting my confidence. On one hand we have those buggers and on the other hand we have this Gentleman who is trying his best to make his family and, in turn, his country prouder and stronger. I understood that its people like him who make India a force to reckon with! We don’t need to worry about those crooks who will be there but we always have these Ganesh Yadav’s to save the day! This is the real spirit of India which stands unscathed despite a few cuts on its body. Hats off to you Mr. Ganesh Yadav and all those people like you who make India. Real India.
P.S.: As I write this blog, one other Yadav, who made one of the most beautiful states of India poorest and a laughing stock, has been made to eat dust by the people. A stern warning to others of his league! I just wish that the state returns to its past glory and then it puts an end to all the brain drain!
So, as excited as a kid, on the date of my departure, I went to the airport, picturing 567th time all the fun I’m going to have on this trip. So when I reached the counter to collect my boarding pass, the lady at the Kingfisher reception told me : “Sir, we have an offer for you”. I thought, I’ve got an upgrade and maybe it’s my turn, finally, to travel in Business class. I asked: “Yes?” She replied: “Can you travel to Mumbai tomorrow?” I was speechless and asked her again: “What!!?” She repeated the same thing. I said “Hello!!, I got a connecting train to my hometown”. Then she gave me all the good reasons (engine failure, festival rush, no backup etc) which reminded me of a perfect CRM case study!! Well, as we have been taught, I tried to be reasonable (did I mention that she was hot?). I said you get me to the nearest airport because Mumbai is not my destination. Then after sometime, she came with two boarding passes and told me: “Sir, you can go to Indore tomorrow via Delhi ”. And then, I reached my hometown after traveling over 3500 kms in around 12 hours!
During my lengthy journey, I kept reading some newspapers and magazines available at the airport. They did not have anything new to offer. It was the same crap: 2G, CWG and Adarsh Society. I was thinking that "Is Congress back to its basics?” but by the evening I read somewhere about Land scams in Karnataka under BJP government. So now, that gives Congress leverage over BJP. But where is the common man here? What about us? In the politics, its not that two wrongs make a right but it’s that every wrong is a right!!
When you read so much of depressing nonsense continuously, you yourself become a bit disappointed. What is happening in my country? What is the solution of all this mess? Should we shoot all the politicians and bureaucrats?
All these thoughts were occupying my mind space when I took a Cab outside Indore Airport. As usual, being a talker, I started a conversation with the driver. My nostalgia made me ask him more about the state of Indore. He kept on telling me how Indore has changed and how his own life has changed. He told me that 5 years back he was just a ticket conductor in one of the private buses in Indore but now he himself owns a Cab worth Rs. 8 Lakh. I was amazed and asked him: “How?” Then he told me a little more about his financial condition 5 years back. He was a poor fellow and the only one to feed 8 stomachs! But he made sure that he gives his children proper education. One of his sons is working in one of the MNC’s in Noida and because of this, he has taken a loan to have his own vehicle. Then he told me about how beautiful is the future of Indore and India. I was literally overwhelmed. Finally, I asked him his name. He said: “Ganesh Yadav”.
After talking to him for 30 minutes, all those depressing thoughts just evaporated within a flash. I know I just happened to meet him after reading all that BS but still he helped boosting my confidence. On one hand we have those buggers and on the other hand we have this Gentleman who is trying his best to make his family and, in turn, his country prouder and stronger. I understood that its people like him who make India a force to reckon with! We don’t need to worry about those crooks who will be there but we always have these Ganesh Yadav’s to save the day! This is the real spirit of India which stands unscathed despite a few cuts on its body. Hats off to you Mr. Ganesh Yadav and all those people like you who make India. Real India.
P.S.: As I write this blog, one other Yadav, who made one of the most beautiful states of India poorest and a laughing stock, has been made to eat dust by the people. A stern warning to others of his league! I just wish that the state returns to its past glory and then it puts an end to all the brain drain!
Monday, November 8, 2010
Chhoti-Chhoti Baatein
Only if you dream big, you can achieve big. Do only one thing but do it greatly.
And then there are many sayings which urge you to put all your energies around so called “big” or “great” things. How many of us do that in reality? We all have to agree that bigger moments are so few and smaller moments are so many!
I have learned over time that life defines itself in many smaller things. I’m sure we all have had our own bigger moments but is our life only about those few moments? What about all those other million smaller moments which helped us to become what we are today? I would say our bigger moments are those curves which we took on our journey called life but our smaller moments are those which let us reach those life-defining curves.
Before reaching a seat in one of the engineering colleges, we had to pass so many smaller tests. I remember the euphoria (momentary though) after beating all my friends in Math test caused me so many times to forget about that engineering seat! That one test, on the way to engineering seat, was a very small moment in comparison to what I was aspiring for but still that euphoria is something I’ll never forget! And I’m sure my friends got the similar feeling when they beat me in all the other subjects;)
Same with my MBA seat as well. When I was in Pune and preparing for my MBA, I used to give full-length tests with “youth-icon” Chunnu. We always had that healthy competition of outsmarting each other. My arguments and all the teasing with him are more memorable than the offer letter which I received to join an MBA college!
You can easily decide which is more important:
Paying for the family dinner at a restaurant for the first time or your current take home? Buying Nokia 1100 from your first salary or buying iPhone now? Someone’s name appearing on the mobile screen or actually talking to her?
Smaller moments make our life meaningful. Life is more beautiful in those smaller moments. Cheers to all those chhoti-chhoti baatein:)
And then there are many sayings which urge you to put all your energies around so called “big” or “great” things. How many of us do that in reality? We all have to agree that bigger moments are so few and smaller moments are so many!
I have learned over time that life defines itself in many smaller things. I’m sure we all have had our own bigger moments but is our life only about those few moments? What about all those other million smaller moments which helped us to become what we are today? I would say our bigger moments are those curves which we took on our journey called life but our smaller moments are those which let us reach those life-defining curves.
Before reaching a seat in one of the engineering colleges, we had to pass so many smaller tests. I remember the euphoria (momentary though) after beating all my friends in Math test caused me so many times to forget about that engineering seat! That one test, on the way to engineering seat, was a very small moment in comparison to what I was aspiring for but still that euphoria is something I’ll never forget! And I’m sure my friends got the similar feeling when they beat me in all the other subjects;)
Same with my MBA seat as well. When I was in Pune and preparing for my MBA, I used to give full-length tests with “youth-icon” Chunnu. We always had that healthy competition of outsmarting each other. My arguments and all the teasing with him are more memorable than the offer letter which I received to join an MBA college!
You can easily decide which is more important:
Paying for the family dinner at a restaurant for the first time or your current take home? Buying Nokia 1100 from your first salary or buying iPhone now? Someone’s name appearing on the mobile screen or actually talking to her?
Smaller moments make our life meaningful. Life is more beautiful in those smaller moments. Cheers to all those chhoti-chhoti baatein:)
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
From here and there..
I don’t have any title for this post. There are so many things going on in my mind nowadays, that dedicating my post to any one of them would be an injustice to the others and I also cant write about them one by one as I’ll be less on motivation to write on them as the time passes. So here are few thoughts occupying my mind space from last few days:
First one of course is Ayodhya verdict. Do I even care about it? No. Am I going to ever visit that place (unless accompanying my parents)? No. But still it made me nervous for good(?) 2-3 days. The reason behind that is same as that of any common Indian. Whole time I was praying to the poster of Lord Rama (and I’m content with that fragile poster of Him on my wall) that please give good senses to all the “concerned” parties. Those horror stories of that bloody ’92-‘93 winter are enough for us. And see, He listened to me and many more who wanted peace. Who wanted to move on. Who have more concerning issues in their life than a religious structure. Who are trying day in and day out for the betterment of their families and themselves. Who want to do their little bit to lift those 55% (according to the latest UN report) out of poverty. Who want to contribute in their own way to this great country. Who don’t want to hurt the 8% growth story. And finally, those who don’t want street violence by fanatics ignorant of the teachings of the religion they claim to champion the cause of. Thankfully, this is new India. A matured India.
One other God is also blessing everyone. Sachin helped India decimating the Aussies!! Giving Ponting a punch on his face. An achievement to celebrate. More so for people like me who watched 3-0 whitewash in ’99-00. But as I said, its new India. Everywhere.
CWG. Ah.. Well it was one thing I was waiting for from last so many years. More so after watching the Beijing 2008. But it seems that there are still some crooks that we need to deal with to make our Country a true superpower. Though the opening ceremony helped in soothing the unease but still we’ll not forget your contribution Mr K. And finally, stupendous show by the Indian sportspersons came as an elixir of relief. Looking at the dismal infrastructure of our country, they must really be a motivated lot to play for their country. They are the actual celebrities. Coming against all the odds and winning all over! Bravo!! Kudos!!
Then Bigb got national award for his performance in Paa. Whenever I think that maybe this is his best performance, he proves me wrong by coming up with another one! Waiting for many more riveting ones in the future. And there are murmurs that Aamir bhai is going to start reading scripts from November:)
And finally, its festival time!! Going home for a week for Diwali. Its after 4.5 months that I’m going home. Diwali has always been one of the favorite festivals but this Diwali is really special. Very special☺
First one of course is Ayodhya verdict. Do I even care about it? No. Am I going to ever visit that place (unless accompanying my parents)? No. But still it made me nervous for good(?) 2-3 days. The reason behind that is same as that of any common Indian. Whole time I was praying to the poster of Lord Rama (and I’m content with that fragile poster of Him on my wall) that please give good senses to all the “concerned” parties. Those horror stories of that bloody ’92-‘93 winter are enough for us. And see, He listened to me and many more who wanted peace. Who wanted to move on. Who have more concerning issues in their life than a religious structure. Who are trying day in and day out for the betterment of their families and themselves. Who want to do their little bit to lift those 55% (according to the latest UN report) out of poverty. Who want to contribute in their own way to this great country. Who don’t want to hurt the 8% growth story. And finally, those who don’t want street violence by fanatics ignorant of the teachings of the religion they claim to champion the cause of. Thankfully, this is new India. A matured India.
One other God is also blessing everyone. Sachin helped India decimating the Aussies!! Giving Ponting a punch on his face. An achievement to celebrate. More so for people like me who watched 3-0 whitewash in ’99-00. But as I said, its new India. Everywhere.
CWG. Ah.. Well it was one thing I was waiting for from last so many years. More so after watching the Beijing 2008. But it seems that there are still some crooks that we need to deal with to make our Country a true superpower. Though the opening ceremony helped in soothing the unease but still we’ll not forget your contribution Mr K. And finally, stupendous show by the Indian sportspersons came as an elixir of relief. Looking at the dismal infrastructure of our country, they must really be a motivated lot to play for their country. They are the actual celebrities. Coming against all the odds and winning all over! Bravo!! Kudos!!
Then Bigb got national award for his performance in Paa. Whenever I think that maybe this is his best performance, he proves me wrong by coming up with another one! Waiting for many more riveting ones in the future. And there are murmurs that Aamir bhai is going to start reading scripts from November:)
And finally, its festival time!! Going home for a week for Diwali. Its after 4.5 months that I’m going home. Diwali has always been one of the favorite festivals but this Diwali is really special. Very special☺
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