The bird in it’s nest ....

A bird started weaving a nest. It was very happy it’s building a nest. The bird had a great enthusiasm. It flew far off places to get fine fibers and strong twigs. While weaving it took care of even tiniest things because it wanted to build the best nest. The bird all the time dreamt about its future. It was thinking it will get married soon and lead a peaceful life with its partner in the beautiful nest it’s weaving now. The bird wanted to make a big nest because it thought the nest should be enough for her kids when she will have some. She dreamt that one day she will be feeding her kids and playing with her kids and her partner taking care of her. She always dreamt about one happy family. She had so much love in her heart. She needed somebody to share it with. She wanted happiness everywhere. She needed happiness around her always. With all these dreams, anticipations, love and care the bird happily weaving the nest. The efforts she was putting in reflected the love flowing within her. Lost in her dreams one day while the bird was weaving the nest, it’s started getting dark. Bird with its everlasting enthusiasm thought night is approaching and continued to weave. When the tiredness won over its enthusiasm the bird found that she is caught inside the nest and there is no opening at all. The bird was buried in her own nest with her unfulfilled dreams.

It is the story of most of us who without realizing where we end up, just get lost in our dreams.

Happy Teachers day

I was thinking of posting this post from past one week but one lazy bum I am posting it now. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all my teachers.

In Sanskrit a teacher is called “GuRu”, and you know why, the syllable ‘Gu’ means shadows or dark and the syllable ‘Ru’, he who disperses them,
Because of the power to disperse darkness the ‘GuRu’ is thus named.

There were/are some teachers who shaped my life to a greater extent and are responsible for all the success in my life. Especially my mom (mothers are the first ever teacher in ones life) who stood by me in the time of crisis and taught me how to fight with the unfair life bravely. She taught me the little lessons of humanity, kindness, obedience, sharing, being faithful, and taking responsibilities which actually make a big difference in the world. Even if I want to thank her from the bottom of my heart, I cannot, because it will fall short for her stature.


I thank my teachers especially NSR, SR, MAV, MVV who made me a better person and inspired me to do great things in life and I only hope someday in my life I will do something great because that’s the only way I can repay for what I learnt from them.


I thank those who taught me the lessons which were there in the syllabus so that I could score good marks in my exams and get into good colleges and industries.


I even thank whole heartedly to those who did not even teach what they were supposed to teach, and gave some crappy reasons why they could not. And because of that I was forced me to learn by myself. They indirectly taught me being self-reliant.


On the whole I thank them all and all the small and big things in life, who/which taught me in one way or the other and helped me becoming better day by day. So everything and everybody in this universe are my teachers and I thank them all on this teacher's day.


As life itself is a big school and we are all the students of this school, we will continue to learn as long as we live and there will be many more teachers coming and going in our lives teaching something or the other.


So I wish everybody “Happy Learning” And let’s keep learning :)

I am Bored

I am really feeling very bored :(

Nowadays I am not able to get up early. Early as in by 7am. The weather is so good to wrap yourself in blanket and sleep forgetting the existence of the outside world!!! My boredom starts from the moment I wake up, as I don’t have the required energy to overcome the resistance of my desire to sleep more. But I have to get up as it’s the question of two square meals.

By the time I get up, get ready and leave for office the traffic jams will be at its peak. It takes around one and a half hour to reach office. While yawning I look around at the co-rider’s faces, I find the dreamy eyes, lazy postures and bored looks. People see what they want to see, you see.

I reach office by 11:30 which is almost lunch time. Good lord !!!
Then my drowsy mind takes the advantage of this and decides to start working only after the lunch. May be it feels having lunch may induce some energy boosters so that it can wake up completely or may be it ends the boredom.

So my half closed eyes start browsing through the official mails, forwarded mails and news websites, glancing watch every now and then. Sleep again throws its charm on me leading to more boredom.

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.
-- Charlotte Whitton

So it almost takes 3 to 4 hrs to strike 12:30 and which leaves the boredom to increase exponentially.

At last I am done with my lunch and again am back in my 3x3 palace. Trying to recollect at what point I had stopped my previous day’s work.

Ahh !!! The work is so boring.
I am not able to bring up the setup.
The network is too slow. See... even the network is bored of its every day’s work.
The sessions are not coming up.
Heavy lunch is adding more heaviness to the already heavy eye lids. My mega slow mind is now thinking “Actually I can postpone it to tomorrow as it is not too critical”.

Procrastination, a byproduct of boredom, had already started working within me.
Then I think “Okay let me blog, but what to blog?” I can feel the cloudy whether both inside and outside. My mind just wants to sleep tight.
“Shall I go home taking half a day leave????”

“Hmmmm... I do not have any leaves left with me”

Boredom had established it undisputed throne in my mind and heart and ruling efficiently. Its forts are so strong and high I am not able to muster the energy to fight it out.

So I ended up writing this boring post.

After another 10 to 12hrs..........

I finished 9 working hours. So I can leave for home now.
After the dinner I will sleep :)
Yes Yes Yes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my goodness !!!!!!
It’s so fresh now...........
Some sort of energy flowing in my heart and mind.
The face is lit up......
I am out of boredom and am not feeling drowsy.......
My eyes are wide open..........

No traffic jams at all on the roads.....
My scooty is running at rocketing speed.......

Whether is clear both inside and outside............ :)

Mind is now thinking...
baap re!!!! Finally it’s thinking....

”Once I reach home, finish the daily chores, sleep and tomorrow morning get up early (7am) and start the day afresh.... “
“Yeah.. Tomorrow I have so much to do.... “

As per the plans I am done with my daily chores. Now feeling like relaxing after the tough day...
So I am watching TV. Then I remembered I have some 50 pages from the novel left to read. I started reading.
I finished it.
Wow, what an ending....
I looked at my watch... It’s already 1am in the night.

And I slept............

I heard MIL banging the door...
I thought why she is banging the door in the middle of the night.
I suddenly got up...
Looked around.... It’s already morning
Looked at my watch...
Oh god ... NO !!!!!!!
It’s 9am...

I am still feeling sleepy...
I don’t want to go to office today :(
Its sooooooooooo booooooring

The story continues as usual...................

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.