What It Is ?????????

Wonder, what it is ?????

What it is?

What it is?

What it is? 

Take a guess.... 

Some sort of electronic gizmo?

Hmmm.. No

May be a weird looking pen ?

Not at all... 

A camera !!! I had received a forwarded mail once. It was a camera looking like a pen. This is kind of similar to that. I think ... yeah ... it should be a camera.... but I did not understand the purpose of its shape. I mean .. this camera is not that handy ..

No no no ....

Hmmm... some sort of ...err...a toy?

Hello !!! could please stop your wild imaginations !!!!

This is just a HEAD MASSAGER.  

And now, you please close your mouth ... the flu viruses can easily enter if it’s that wide open.

Yes. It’s a head massager. I too was so amused to see this new invention. I was stuck in a traffic signal. And you know, some guys.. They sell stuffs like towels, dolls or new electronic items like a torch, or some watch emitting light. I see all these new kind of stuffs here in the traffic signal than in a showroom. Of course the quality, I cannot guarantee. (And why should I be?? forget it !!!)

So.. I was telling.. I saw this new instrument and one of the guys was demonstrating on the road how to use it. I could not stop laughing. I don’t know why I was laughing. May be because it reminded me of my husband, who actually asks me to massage his head at least twice a day and he is ready to give anything to the person who gives him a good head massage( No wonder, now I own his bike, car and house :) Pun Intended )

And then I bought a piece. (From past few days I wanted go on a ride in my hubby’s bicycle .. And he was not giving it to me. And now I know how to make him agree :) )
 

I reached home. After the evening chores, hubby asked me to massage his head (as usual). When I showed him this head massager, he was very happy and even the results were good. 

And you know... :)

Saturday I am going to Gandhi bazaar riding hubby’s bicycle .... 

So cool  haan .........                                                                       

Incorrigible Men

Today morning I got up at 7am in the morning just to fall prey for my MIL’s wrath.

More than falling prey, I just invited her wrath by not getting up early. Because she had already informed me previous night that the breakfast should be ready by 8am in the morning as my BIL (Brother in Law) was leaving early to attend some conference.

I hope at least readers can empathize with me for my inability to get up early, blame it on the weather. Such a nice weather I feel like wrapping myself in my blanket and continue to sleep indefinitely. Sigh !!! I wish I could do that. But the responsibilities force me to get up as early as possible. And now please stop laughing. 7am is really too early for me.


Ok... As my MIL had informed she would be doing only lemon rice, I thought she would require not much help and I walked towards bathroom to take bath, get ready and leave for office. My hubby who sensed his mother’s anger, asked me to help her in the kitchen. Actually you know I was supposed to leave for office early as I had some urgent deliverables. But hubby, who never asks me to do anything, now if he is asking, I understood there should be some reason. Dropping the idea of taking bath, I walked towards kitchen.

MIL had changed her mind. She also wanted to prepare chapatti and curry along with lemon rice. So I started rolling chapattis after cutting the vegetables for curry. Suddenly I remembered that one of my colleagues had asked me to talk to my family taxi driver as he wanted the taxi for Saturday. I called hubby from the kitchen.

“putta.... could you please come here for a minute”

Hubby replied “yeah coming ....”

I just got the reply but no response. Sorry, I mean to say, he just said he is coming but he didn’t. I was totally pissed off. First of all I was irritated because I will not be able to reach office on time. Secondly there was lot of things to do at kitchen and third, hubby didn’t come when I called him. My temper was boiling as the water on the stove. I had turned red as the chapatti on the pan. (Too much simile :) Just to make you understand how much I was vexed)

Fine. I was done with my work at kitchen and I stormed towards room where hubby was happily browsing the news papers over the net. Looking at him I shouted,

“BTW, do you have any idea that I have an urgent deliverable at office ??? and how much late I am??? You expect me to do things what you ask, but you cannot even respond when I asked you to come.....blah blah ....” The shouting went on for 5 mins.

Hubby was clam and cool. He didn’t tell anything. I thought of continuing my one sided conversation but as I was getting late to office I rushed to take bath.

I was little bit cool after taking bath. And I was getting ready to office. Hubby came towards me and smiled. I really don’t understand what happens to me when I see hubby smiling. I feel as if I was waiting for that smile throughout my life and I m glad to see him smile. My love for him starts like water coming out of tap and then flows like river running to meet the sea. I calmed down completely and also was very content and happy. I kissed him on his cheek.

Then looking at my eyes he said “sorry, I scolded you very badly”

And I replied “Its ok!!!”

Then I was trying to recollect what happened and when did he scold me??? I was totally confused.....

Could anybody please tell me what does he mean???? I am the one who was throwing out my anger on him. I am the one who was pissed off and I am the one who was scolding him for his lack of timely response and he thinks he was scolding me.

God please save me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Will these men can ever listen to their wives???

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings -- socrates

People are very careless when it comes to crossing the road, driving the vehicles. A pedestrian just cannot wait for a minute until he gets traffic signal to cross and he just wants to cross the road. A driver cannot wait for few more minutes and just jumps the signal with a greater speed as if racing with the time.

Today I over heard a guy talking to his friends, the day before how he crossed the road. He leaped over the two wheelers, suddenly ran in front of a bus and the driver suddenly applied the breaks. He exclaimed “Maccha !!! You should have seen how shit scared that driver was!!!!” Then a roar of the laughter by the group followed.

I felt like slapping the guy then and there. Usually I don’t feel like this. Even I have done such things many times in my life. I too ride a two wheeler everyday to office covering at least 18 to 20kms one way. Many a times I call my mom or hubby when I am riding towards office or on the way home. But after yesterday’s incident I dare not to do the same again.

I, mom, sis, aunt and my brother were happily shopping near national market. Then we thought of going to alankar plaza to look for some foot ware. We had to cross the road and were waiting in the signal. Vehicles were moving. One guy standing on the other side of the road ran towards this end of the road zipping in between the vehicles that were on a fast run. He had reached this end suddenly we heard a bang and screeching sound of an auto fellow applying the breaks. Everybody ran towards the sound creating a traffic jam.

Few people lifted the guy and laid him over the foot path. Apart from some scratches on his arm there was no other scratch or anything. There was little blood on his wide opened mouth. People around him started putting water on his face, checking his heartbeat. Looking all these from a far corner of the road with frightened eyes; I expected that the guy will get up soon and he will be taken to the hospital. For five long minutes I was waiting, nothing happened. Nobody is bothered to take him to the hospital. I cursed the traffic police who had already arrived there for their lack of time sense. I couldn’t understand why they are delaying. Then I heard somebody telling, “spot out” !!!!!

I was so shocked and looked at my mom, sis, aunt and my brother, just to find same expression on their faces. My sister was already crying and none of us knew what to tell and console her. The pop corn in my hand had slipped to ground without my notice.
And we carefully walked towards alankar plaza and we talked about that death for few minutes and we continued with our shopping. While coming back we saw the dead body was thrown inside a corporation vehicle which took the body somewhere which we didn’t even wanted to know.

Though I continued to enjoy with the company I had, my second mind could not stop thinking about that death. How we struggles each day for our living. We go to office, we work like donkeys, and we love our family and friends. We fight with/for our loved ones. We play the number game with money everyday. We buy land, purchase car, we go to movies, hotels and we enjoy as if there is no end to our life. We cry and we make others cry as if there is no end to this sorrow and pain. But one fine day sorry one fine “second” everything ends and we leave everything behind and go on the road from where there is no return.

I was thinking about his family who might have been waiting for him to come home to have lunch together. About his kids, waiting for him to tell what happened in the school that day. About his parents waiting for him to tell about their broken spectacles or to tell him how his wife annoyed them. I was thinking about his dreams which will be either buried or burnt along with him and his desires which ended on that road where he met with the accident.

Helpless we are, could not do anything other than shedding few drops of tears and feeling pity about the whole thing.

Bhagavan Buddha asked a mother who lost her child to get “mustard from a house never seen any deaths” in order to bring back the child’s life, Which only made the mother realize “death is inevitable”.

Though the death is inevitable, we should never invite our death by our small mistakes.
Life is full of gifts, let us take care of ourselves and enjoy the bliss.

Follow traffic rules. One, who breaks the rules, puts a break to his happy life. Take care.

The tiniest creatures in the Universe

It’s been a very long time since I wrote something in my blog. I was very busy learning TCL and automating some of my scripts. The fact is how much ever I try I am really very poor in coding and scripting. But I still am having fun with scripting as this is something new I m trying in my 5 year old career. Very funny !!!


Ok .. lets come to the point !!!

I want to share something in my blog. The thing what I am going share is not that nice, but blogs are there to throw out ones frustration, inability, temper etc... in order to keep your mind calm ( I learnt this only after reading Anurag kashyap’s blog on PFC. Now please don’t ask me who is Anurag Kashyap. Every movie buff in India should know who he is)


Our company provides breakfast, lunch and snacks to its employees for free. It’s not free though. It’s part of our CTC. I really love the breakfast they provide here, masala dosa twice a week, on Tuesdays and Fridays. Even though my MIL prepares amazing breakfast at home, I never miss masala dosa at office at any cost. (I don’t miss even what my MIL prepares. I pack it and get it for lunch :-) )



As everybody knows, in offices there are technical staff and non-technical staff. Non-technical staff includes even those people who clean the building (sweeping, mopping and cleaning stuffs). For those staff the facility of free breakfast or lunch is not available.

Yes, it’s a fact.

One of those facility’s staff members gets her small 2 yr old kid to office, very smart kid indeed. She has big beautiful twinkling eyes and a cute charming face. She stands in the corridor wishing everybody good morning, Hi or bye. I really like her. If anybody meets her they really fall in love with her.



It was a Friday I had masala dosa and was returning back to my cubicle (where I m spending 3/4th of my life. Oh god plz save me from this Jail !!!) I heard that small kid crying. I went to her and asked why she was crying. She didn’t speak anything but continued crying. By then her mother said “she wants a masala dosa. But those catering guys don’t give and she doesn’t stop her cry. I don’t know what to do”. I felt really bad. I have seen most of the times employees wasting food. I myself have done that many times. I am ashamed of myself many times for doing so. And I was very angry with the management and also with the catering guys who actually could have showed some mercy for the kid and given her a dosa.



Driven by my pity and care for the girl I went and spoke to the catering guys and requested them to give a dosa to the kid for which they obliged.

When I returned, her mother who was standing their in a corner had tears in her eyes and she was unable to speak but her eyes were showing how thankful she was. Though that was a very small deed what I did, she made me feel so great.



Silly people we are. By doing such small things we feel we are great. I remembered a poem by DVG where the poet says “when a seed sprouts and comes out by tearing the surface of the earth it doesn’t make any sound. When a trees give fruits they never say it did and helped the mankind. The sun who shines the whole world never said I am the one who lightens the world. But we , so called human beings make lot of sound and noise even when we die and are buried”, such great those words. We are really tiniest creatures in this whole universe.

Carried by my pride and my deed I could not remember what DVG said though I had read that poem thousands of times in my life. Whoever gave a call to me that day, I told them about that incident and also I got hugs and kisses from my hubby for my great work.


Some days passed. After that incident her mother started treating me like an angel. She used to share things about her kid with me. What that girl did that day. How she fell down and got hit by the stone, what the kid ate that day, every possible thing. That made me happy.


Few days back I was walking on the corridor and the kid wished me good morning and wished her back. And her mother told me that one day before they had a meeting with the facilities manager. The manager was furious on this lady because he had received a complaint from many of the employees telling that kid made lot of noise in the corridors, and asked her to quit her job if the same continued.


Again I saw tears in her mother’s eyes. This time they were not the tears of gratitude but the tears of pain. She said why these people cannot understand that I cannot leave my kid at home and come here for work. Why can’t they understand it’s just a small kid and obviously makes some noise when it’s playing and cries when it’s hungry? It’s just a small kid. I was very much moved by what she said. I could sense by her voice that she believes that I can talk to the manager and I can save her job if I tried. I was confident that I will do something to help her.


But, I was as helpless as she was. She didn’t know that I have no special powers in office and I just an employee as she is here. I felt so ashamed. I felt how small I am and how cheap I was that day when I told everybody about the dosa incident. I never deserved that gratitude of hers.


I remembered DVGs poem that moment. I smiled at myself and went back to my cubicle. That was the only day I felt I was protected in my cubicle.