One thing which is on my fancies list, i dont know since when, is having a younger sibling.
I know you would say ..."people are never happy..now she is the youngest and pampered one so she cant be content with that ".. and then I would say "hmmmm....hmmm...actually I want both ;)"...greedy people!!!!!
Yesterday I met Vartika's younger sister and my forgotten wish in some dingy corner of my heart again started leaping making me ponder. I always thought i would have some one whom I can browbeat, get him or her clean my room spick and span, polish my shoes, keep my plates, fold my clothes etc etc. ..hey Iam no tyrant..dont be scared ...just joking...
I wanted a younger sibling who would drive me crazy blabbering away about his/her school, college and I would listen patiently learning that Iam also outdated now. He would pester me for the latest cricket kit and she would ask for the most precious watch in town. I would teach him/her Maths and brag about my college and hostel experiences. when I would go home there would be some one waiting for all those stories.Then he/she would go round the city with me on my activa having fun.
There would be some one whom I can advice, guide and take care and not let commit the mistakes which I made in life.
This is the thing which I have longed for a long long time ..that is why I wrote this in fifteen minutes because I have all the things clear ..what all I would do :).
Unfortumately this dream cant be realised as we are four brothers and sisters and Iam the youngest one...already violating family planning so ...better luck next time :(
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
To A Software Engineer
The little girl's hazel eyes glittered and her lips curved into an admirable smile as she read the last line of the article printed in the Times Of India. Every sunday she would wait desperately for the newspaper man to throw the news paper dexterously in the balcony and elated at the thud, she scampered down to catch hold of it, open the news paper and read her favourite weekly article written by an anonymous writer. As she read and admired the authors imagination and creativity, a screaching sound pierced the tranquility she delved into and i got up from my dream and recklessly pressed the red button of my nokia 6300.
I started getting ready for office, and pondered simultaneously how good it would be if I get payed for something i enjoyed doing and every friday, every week of my life i would not say" thank God it is Friday".Singers get payed to enjoy themselves, for getting there heart puffed with joy , cricketers have there account registers ringing for hitting sixes.
Like Steve jobs says "you have got to find what you love". Everyone, in some crooked dingy corner of their heart nurtures a liking, a longing, to indulge in something which would never give you the time to look at the time in your watch, which would make your heart beam with joy, take you in some oblivious world of fantasy where you forget everything.
Many a times i have heard most of the software engineers saying " i never wanted to be what iam today", " I was not at all a technical guy". Some one says i am cut out to be a gernalist, some one finds joy in analysing each ball which pierces the stadium being the victim of the elated batsman's frenzy, penning down their thoughts takes some one on cloud nine.
Dont let life trap you in its clutches and kill your aspirations,dont let the zeroes and ones reign over you and make you their slave and make you utter these words" i always wanted to do this but could not". Caught in this viscious circle, you would never know when the sand slips out of your hand.
Pursue your dream. Along with your profession which earns you bread and butter there can be another profession which earns you one thing which even master card cant buy ..sheer joy and satisfaction of realizing your dream. May be the norms of society compelled you to be some one else, but this some one else can help you try to be some one you wanted to be always.For eg. if you wanted to have business, you can earn your own money and pursue it, if you wanted to be singer you can join any training school. If suppose you had tried your hands at being a singer and not succeeded life would be miserable.
So, just ruminate and reflect about the utmost thing which emancipates you from all worries. Do not let the dream die in that dingy corner, nurture it and let it bloom into a reality. As far as Iam concerned the little girl's joy is my saviour :).
Note:- Please share your dream also
I started getting ready for office, and pondered simultaneously how good it would be if I get payed for something i enjoyed doing and every friday, every week of my life i would not say" thank God it is Friday".Singers get payed to enjoy themselves, for getting there heart puffed with joy , cricketers have there account registers ringing for hitting sixes.
Like Steve jobs says "you have got to find what you love". Everyone, in some crooked dingy corner of their heart nurtures a liking, a longing, to indulge in something which would never give you the time to look at the time in your watch, which would make your heart beam with joy, take you in some oblivious world of fantasy where you forget everything.
Many a times i have heard most of the software engineers saying " i never wanted to be what iam today", " I was not at all a technical guy". Some one says i am cut out to be a gernalist, some one finds joy in analysing each ball which pierces the stadium being the victim of the elated batsman's frenzy, penning down their thoughts takes some one on cloud nine.
Dont let life trap you in its clutches and kill your aspirations,dont let the zeroes and ones reign over you and make you their slave and make you utter these words" i always wanted to do this but could not". Caught in this viscious circle, you would never know when the sand slips out of your hand.
Pursue your dream. Along with your profession which earns you bread and butter there can be another profession which earns you one thing which even master card cant buy ..sheer joy and satisfaction of realizing your dream. May be the norms of society compelled you to be some one else, but this some one else can help you try to be some one you wanted to be always.For eg. if you wanted to have business, you can earn your own money and pursue it, if you wanted to be singer you can join any training school. If suppose you had tried your hands at being a singer and not succeeded life would be miserable.
So, just ruminate and reflect about the utmost thing which emancipates you from all worries. Do not let the dream die in that dingy corner, nurture it and let it bloom into a reality. As far as Iam concerned the little girl's joy is my saviour :).
Note:- Please share your dream also
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Black & White
An object appears to be of a certain colour depending on the amount of light reflected by it for eg white colour reflects all the light falling on it thus appears to be white. This could be the most bland and uninteresitng definition of colour, ironical to what colour stands for ..rich and vibrant.
Sun is yellow, sky is blue. Had they not been of this colour ? Had everything been black and white? There would be no rainbow, boys would not fight for blue and lil girls would not want their rooms to be pink, there would be no dilemma to select the colour of a dress...you can either go with black or white, there would not be festival of colours HOLI.
There were many firsts this Holi. This was my first Holi at Bangalore. I dont know how many more to come. I hope the count is less. For the first time I played Holi with my new found friends. For the first time i had a bath twice :X and played till 5 in the evening.
When i think of this...memories of playing Holi as kids flashes back. One week prior to the date of Holi mom will start all the preperations...sev, namkeen, papad, namak paare, meethe paare chips...or aunty chips as all my friends called it...everyday we came back from school and one delicacy was there on the table. One day before gujia and nairyal ki barfi was prepared. Didi, daai and mom used to prepare gujias and i was not allowed to be part of the process being the youngest.
All the kids of the colony were enaged in cleaning and decorating the premises for the Holika dahen. At night what ever be the time ..be it 9 in the evening or 4 in the morning all of us used to be wide awake for the grand finale. Buying colours and pichkaaris used to another important tasks to be done
Next day my holi would obviously start from Shuchi's house, playing with her cousins. Vicky's papa would prepare special samosas and chhole for all of us.
So you think ...if there had been no colours you would not be reading this becasue i would not have been writing this.
Have you ever thought that why are colours associated with joy and happiness ? Why are black and white not?
Sun is yellow, sky is blue. Had they not been of this colour ? Had everything been black and white? There would be no rainbow, boys would not fight for blue and lil girls would not want their rooms to be pink, there would be no dilemma to select the colour of a dress...you can either go with black or white, there would not be festival of colours HOLI.
There were many firsts this Holi. This was my first Holi at Bangalore. I dont know how many more to come. I hope the count is less. For the first time I played Holi with my new found friends. For the first time i had a bath twice :X and played till 5 in the evening.
When i think of this...memories of playing Holi as kids flashes back. One week prior to the date of Holi mom will start all the preperations...sev, namkeen, papad, namak paare, meethe paare chips...or aunty chips as all my friends called it...everyday we came back from school and one delicacy was there on the table. One day before gujia and nairyal ki barfi was prepared. Didi, daai and mom used to prepare gujias and i was not allowed to be part of the process being the youngest.
All the kids of the colony were enaged in cleaning and decorating the premises for the Holika dahen. At night what ever be the time ..be it 9 in the evening or 4 in the morning all of us used to be wide awake for the grand finale. Buying colours and pichkaaris used to another important tasks to be done
Next day my holi would obviously start from Shuchi's house, playing with her cousins. Vicky's papa would prepare special samosas and chhole for all of us.
So you think ...if there had been no colours you would not be reading this becasue i would not have been writing this.
Have you ever thought that why are colours associated with joy and happiness ? Why are black and white not?
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