Thursday, November 11, 2010

Marshall & Lily

Whoever is a fan of the television series "How I Met Your Mother" knows Marshall and Lily. They are two characters who are hopelessly in love and gets married after 10 years of courtship. They are not perfect but perfect for each other. They have their own individual faults and flaws. But together they are "Awesome!". Anybody in love would relate themselves to them. I believe any couple in love can be a great and awesome couple. And one simple rule to be one is that we should never take our relationship or each other for granted.  The day we start doing that, we slowly start extinguishing the flame. 

Ofcourse I am not an expert on relationships. I am talking here with my personal experience and looking at relationships of both married and unmarried couples around me. With time we tend to become so very comfortable with our partners/spouses that we simply forget to give that extra effort which was so prominent in the beginning of the relationship. They say after marriage, (I say 'with time') romance is thrown out of the window. But why can't we simply  keep the window shut?

Couples often complain that their partner has changed, because they don't do the stuff they used to and that they don't put any effort from their side anymore. It may be small things but they make you feel. They may be getting flowers, greeting cards, holding hands or even SMSes. Such things usually follow a negative graph with time. Love may not follow the same route but gestures of love should pop up now and then to assure each other and to make them loved, cared for and special.

As I said earlier Marshall and Lily, like any other couple, are not perfect. But they try to make their relationship perfect by always letting the other person how much they love them. And they never tire of their efforts. And that's the key to being Marshall and Lily.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Durga Puja Enthrallments

For me, Durga Puja is equivalent to being in Jorhat-my home town. I was not born in Jorhat. My father was transferred to Jorhat in 1990 and our family has been there since then. So Jorhat is the home town I know and love.

Prior to Jorhat, I do not remember any Durga Puja. Excepting a few times, I have celebrated all Durga Pujas of my life in Jorhat.

As a child, Durga Puja meant new clothes, colourful glasses, balloons, small toys, visiting pandals, earnings for Kumari Puja (ranging from 25 paise to 2 rupees!!!), gifts from relatives and so on. I still remember the green and red plastic glasses in white plastic frames, my father bought for my sister and myself. How delighted we were and wore them all the time.

Among all, I love the chanting of Ya Devi Sarva Bhuteshu in the pandals, the rhythmic beating of the drums and the patjal offered. And ofcourse, balloons!!

Celebrations start in Jorhat from Mahalaya morning itself. The Gar-ali road would be blocked for vehicles and a police surveillance centre is set up in the midway. People dressed in their best would throng the road and walk from one end to the other. And the time would be 4 a.m.!! Such enthusiasm. And the road is covered live in the local channel. The same thing happens in all the evenings of Durga Puja starting from Maha Shashthi. And young boys if caught eve-teasing were made to kneel down holding their ears in front of the police surveillance centre!!

Now as we both sisters are away from home, we make it a point that we are home on the eve. On the Maha Shashthi evening, my mother would go to our usual pandals (Police reserve or the Puja mandir) to give "xorai" for the next day puja. From Maha Saptami onwards, we would go in the mornings to the pandal for offering "Puspanjali". On Maha Ashtami, bhog would be served for lunch-khichdi and laabra bhaji. I don't understand why the puja bhog tastes so very good, it is simply mouth-watering. In the evenings, we would go to Jorhat town for seeing all the pandals and their deities and decorations-JPR, railway station, Lakhi sanga, Thakurbari, theatre hall, Lichubari, etc. On Maha Navami, after breakfast we would go out for visiting all the Durga mandirs-RRL, Tarajan and Dewal. On Bijoya Dashami, my mother and other married women would play with sindoor in the pandal and walk around the deities. And we would later join in the competition and fight to get the thread around the deities for tying on our wrists. In the evening jalepis would be bought to mark the end of celebrations.

On the evening of the last day, everything seems to be so melancholic. My mother would say, "Dura Puja had just come, and now it is gone also". And so another year-long wait starts for Mother Durga to come home...

Lyrics of the Devi Stuti - Ya Devi Sarva Bhuteshu in English Text

Ya devi sarvabhuteshu Vishnu-mayeti sadbita

Namas tasyai, Namas tasyai, Namas tasyai namo namah.
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu buddhi - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu nidra - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu ksudha - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu chhaya - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu sakti - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu trisna - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu ksanti - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu lajja - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu shanti - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu Sraddha - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu kanti - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu lakshmi - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu vritti - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu smriti - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu daya - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu tusti - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu matri - rupena samsthita, namas tasyai … … …

Meaning in English of the Stuti mantra  Ya Devi Sarva Bhuteshu

To that goddess who in all beings is called Vishnumaya
Salutations, Salutations, Salutations to Thee, again, and again.

To that goddess who abides in all beings as intelligence : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as sleep : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as hunger : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as reflection : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as power : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as thirst : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as forgiveness : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as modesty : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as peace : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as faith : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as loveliness : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as good fortune : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as activity : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as memory : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as compassion : Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as contentment ; Salutations to Thee, …
To that goddess who abides in all beings as mother : Salutations to Thee, …



Thursday, September 2, 2010

Antique Childhood

When I see children today, I don't always see innocence. Most of the kids today behave and talk like adults. Most of them donot talk of dolls and toys, but of movies, shopping malls , gadgets and food joints. I have even observed single-digit year olds commenting on elders outfits and accessories and asking about them, and also discussing latest movies with them.
 
I and my friends and colleagues today often talk now about our respective childhoods. And surprisingly,our childhood games and pranks are same or very very similar in ways more than one. Even today during lunch we were talking about the games we used to paly and the television programmes we used to watch. Some of the common games (some are girl specific) were playing house (ghor-ghor), teacher-school, marketplace, nine squares, "kut-kut", seven stones, coconut, skipping ropes, goldspot, lock and key, run races, treasure hunt, "kabaddi", "khou-khou", chain, making mud cakes and decorating them, and so many more. I am sure kids today know only 10% of the games we played.

Summer vacations were spent mostly doing holiday home-works and playing. Winter vacations were spent reading books

(because in my home town book fairs come in winter) and making new year greeting cards, apart from playing ofcourse. Badminton was another feature of winter games.

There was no need to take tutions then. Unlike kids today who take tutions from prep-school itself, we used to take them from 8th or 9th standard. After coming back from school in the afternoon, we will take lunch and then forced to take a nap. My sister and myself would literally wait for 4-4.30 p.m and then go out to play with the other children of our colony. When darkness would start setting in, we would come back home, freshen up, say our evening prayers, have something to eat and then go to our rooms to our study table. We would come only sometime before dinner, watch television for sometime before and after dinner and then go to bed.

Television was restricted territory. We were only allowed for sometime before and after dinner and for special programmes like 'Small Wonder" and "Hip Hip Hurray". And mind you, prior permission had to be taken. And serials and soaps...a strict no-no. We were not even allowed inside the television room!! The only exception was Sundays. Starting from "Rangoli", followed by "Shree Krishna", "Jungle Book", "Alice in Wonderland", "Duck Tales" and "Tales Spin". Other programmes we enjoyed were "Chitrahar", "Surabhi", "Tehkikaat", "Bomkesh Bakshi", etc.And today's children are addicted to soap serials even before they are born.

As we grew older, late afternoon games were replaced by badminton, table-tennis and cycling. And finally all these were replaced by tutions when boards exams became the top priority.

Seeing young children's attitudes, behaviour and habits saddens me. It presents to us a picture of what the world is coming to. It seems children today are pre-programmed to know and learn everything. Somehow it seems it is none other than the parents themselves who are responsible for such changes. Parents today donot say a "No" to their children, donot spank or scold (beating is lost concept!), give huge pocket money without asking, leave their studies to the tutors, donot monitor their activities at all, force them into competing in all spheres of life and mostly donot rectify them when they are wrong or misbehave.

They are so many things and facets to this topic that it is possible to go on writing more and more. Some are good, some are bad. But it makes me feel that the childhood we had, the way most of us have been brought up has become distant and antique...

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

My First Job



The year was 2006. I had just become a graduate and didn't want to go for higher studies the very same year. So I started looking for a job. Now job searching is a job in itself. Registering on job sites, forwarding resume to my visiting faculties and consultancies, spreading the word to my friends, scanning the newspaper everyday..I did it all. Got calls too. But being a fresh graduate with no experience was no help. And I never understand why people ask for experience all the time. If they don't give jobs, how will freshers gain experience! Finally after a number of interviews and meeting diverse characters I got my first job.

The organization that took me was a decent company (and still is!) and a baby organization at that time, only four years of age. It was a close-knit family with a few members and I was the first lady employee. I joined as a HR Executive and even though I was very young and just a fresher, the MD, Mr. Bose, didn't hesitate to give me responsibilities.

It took me almost 2 hours to reach the office from the place I resided  and the same time to reach back home. I worked for 9 hours a day and 6 days a week. And the salary was minimal. But I would go to work very happily everyday. Probably because I loved what I was doing. There was no internet or intranet in the office  or anybody to gossip with. But there was not a moment I was sitting idle. Being  an infant organization, it gave me opportunities to learn and grow at every step. And I am utmost thankful to the MD for all of it. After a few months of my joining, MD's wife who is a lawyer, joined the organization as the administrator. She became more of a elder sister to me than a senior. And even today we are in touch.

I spent seven months with the organization and left it to pursue higher studies. Two years and two jobs later, I realize that if we do not have our heart in what we are doing, no amount of hard work/compensation will satiate us. Apart from that, our first job always has a special place in our hearts and our lives and it is no different with me. I still miss my first job and its charm.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

A Take On Honour


India (especially North India) and honour killing goes together way back. But the rate at which they are increasing lately is alarming.Today I read an article in Times of India which is giving me goosebumps. Nineteen killings between 19th April 2010-30th June 2010, covering 80 days; so roughly one murder every four days. And as the article correctly states, it's not about caste or 'gotra', it is actually about love and emotion.

Still many families consider falling in love to be sign of having no family or societal values, it signifies defying elders' words or 'Aagya'. Earlier, I personally, had a notion that such things happen only in villages, where people are not very educated and liberal minded. but, how wrong I have been. What can you say about NRI Punjabis residing in the UK killing their daughters/daughters-in-law? About Delhi-based journalist Nirupama Pathak's death? What was her fault--only that she was in love with a boy from another caste!! All killings that have taken place are because of marriages/relationships..because the couples dared to choose the person they want to spend their lives with...because their elders' honour have marred because of their love...

But since when did love became a bad thing? How can love bring bad name to a family when it actually binds a family? How can love deplete honour of a family? Do the killers think that they will be going to some special heaven because they have 'protected the family's honour'? God is all love Himself....how can He ever advocate killing love altogether?

Honour killings are not restricted to Hindus only (although it's more prominent). It is also common in the Indian subcontinent and the Middle-East countries. And in the Middle-East, there are instances where couples are beheaded in public!! Whatever be the method, whichever may be the place...honour killings were, are and always be ghastly and inhumane.

Seeing and hearing such news, only makes me thank the Almighty all the more. I thank Him for giving me birth in the North East, where parents are not murderers....where love is not considered heinous, where emotions play a major role in lives...where I can breathe and say that I am alive...


TOI article: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Honour-killings-North-India-wages-a-vicious-war-against-love/articleshow/6112387.cms

Saturday, June 5, 2010

....Amma


I have never met her....but have seen her only in photographs. I have never spoken to her...but have only talked about her a lot.... I had (till tonight it was 'have') a dream of meeting her, listening to her, seeing her laugh....and tonight decided that my dream shall never be fulfilled.

Off late I was told that she referred to me a lot, about seeing me, and of me taking her around....I am so sorry Amma that I couldn't fulfill your wish.... I am sorrier for myself that I couldn't receive your blessed blessings.... I am so sorry that I am not there.... I am sorry that I have failed miserably....

Thank you Amma for loving me without even knowing me... And I thank Him that he gave me a little place in your blessed life.

May God bless you.
May your soul rest at peace.
Ameen.

We will miss you all our lives.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Lovely Lovable Rain

Have you ever fallen asleep at night listening to the rain drumming against your roof? Being born in Assam, God has blessed me with hundreds of such nights. I love the rain..and I'm never tired of it...

Having grown up in upper Asssam, I have enjoyed rains like anything... All greenery become greener.. Everything around becomes flushed with freshness... And the moments before the actual shower...Oh..I love those moments....the skies become dark grey..and against that backdrop the green trees...and the cool breeze making the leaves flutter like thousands of butterflies...It looks so very beautiful....And then the rains come..it starts a little distance away from me..and I can see and hear it approaching where I stand...and the scent of raw earth. I have spent so much time simply sitting on chair in our home veranda and watching the rain fall... The feeling is heavenly.... As a child, I would love making paper boats and let it float in the puddle... and when it would rain hail, me and my sister would collect the hailstones in a mug or a bowl and then bring them inside....

Now that I stay in Guwahati 'city'.... rains mean flash floods, water logging, traffic jams and house arrests!! I often hear people complaining of rains after a couple of rainy days (the same people also complain when it doesn't!). But still I cannot complain about rain.... I might be called selfish and unthoughtful, but I simply cannot help it...

This summer has been good in Assam...blessed with rains since beginning of April..and the spells are still continuing.... Last night I was not able to sleep.. but the rains came again at late night (after a break) and finally lulled me to sleep....

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Difficult Words


How often do you find yourself in a situation when you have to say something to a person which might often him/her...or strain your personal relationship...yet you got to say it to accomplish a goal or motive...or to avoid or to rather prevent future conflicts.

I have found myself in such situations quite a few number of times..the latest one being very very recent..I wouldn't like to mention the incident at this point of time though. In such a situation where I cannot avoid not saying because it would complicate things and my thoughts/feelings regarding that further, I look for a suitable environment or time...before meal or after, morning/afternoon/evening/night..then comes suitable mode of communication...verbal/written, letter/mail....face to face/phone...and finally the exact words to be said...and the tone of course... In short, all rules of communication are applicable... Believe me it's a very tough job...

One more situation common with me is when I'm intolerably angry and pissed off with someone...have carried/subdued my anger for long enough and I'm at no peace! And I have to let out my anger and convey my feelings to that person...Normally I am patient and wait till the time I can bear no more. There also I need to plan my words to reflect my feelings!

Although such situations can be tricky especially when it is difficult to say how the other person will take it an d react..The closer the person is to you, more difficult it becomes... It is also awfully difficult with friends because high chances are there that he/she would be offended enough to draw swords with you. Yet I have realized that such times need to be faced if unpleasant consequences (in the long run) are to be avoided...Sometimes we just cannot afford to be all goody-goody and allow to be made a fool...

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Pact of Sisterhood


My sister and only sibling (Namrata) is younger to me by one year, seven months and one day to be precise. And I don't remember a single moment of my life without her. When she was born my paternal grandma was perhaps worried that I might hurt her and so she scared me instead saying that the little bundle is going to eat me up if I go near her!

We did literally everything together....we played together, ate from the same plate, studied and said our prayers together, shared the bed....got beaten and spanked..and broke and threw away the canes (meant for us) together.. But yes, like all siblings, we fought a lot..we still do today....but our quarrels didn't last long..it was more about sharing clothes and other stuff and and about reading each others' personal diaries...we used to hide (even lock!) away our clothes so that the other wouldn't find them. And if we fought while going to sleep, we would create a LOC on the bed..and would fall asleep kicking each other...But apart from that we used to save any nibble of goodies and stuff we got and share them with the other.

People used to (and still do) to confuse us with each other and mix up our names (our names start with 'N' and have 7 alphabets)....they think us to be twins...we are of same height, similar likes and dislikes, similar dressing style and we both speak very fast (but she's faster than me!). As kids we used to wear same clothes and accessories....and it continued to the day she finally rebelled against actually looking like twins! Still today she doesn't wear similar clothes and accessories when we go out together. We went to the same schools, same colleges and the finally the same university...people tease us that we will get married to brothers and go to the same home!! But that probability is very very less though! Excepting our graduation, our degrees are also same. But hey! We are two different and unique personalities.

She is the sunshine of the family. Always chattering away and making you smile. And she makes a fool out of me very very easily. She is sincere, hardworking and very very caring. She always thinks of others first and then of herself. She is a dog lover. As a child she used to share her secrets with our pet dogs rather than with me!! She keeps on complaining that we have spoon-fed and spoiled her..but I know she enjoys being spoiled. Although we are almost the same age, she's my kid and will be all my life.

Whenever we fight or quarrel, our mother would say that we are lucky to have sisters when she herself long for a sister of her own (Maa has two younger brothers). I believe brothers can never be soul-mates (I would love to be proved wrong!). But sisters can...sisters are always there for each other...sisters understand each other like their own self....sisters are forever...and that is what the pact of sisterhood is all about....

Friday, April 30, 2010

A Simple SMS...3 (Cheers to Childhood)


This was sent to me by a senior Ba (elder sis) in my  previous office...... this is really touching and is bound to make one reflect on our bygone childhood..and the innocence of it....

I want to go back to the time....
  When 'getting high' meant 'on a swing'
  When 'drinking' meant 'apple juice'
  When 'Dad' was the only 'hero'
  When 'love' meant 'Mom's hug'
  When 'Dad's shoulder' was 'the highest place on earth'
  When your 'worst enemies' were 'your siblings'
  When the only thing that could 'hurt' were 'skinned knees'
  When the only things 'broken' were your 'toys'
  And when 'goodbyes' meant only 'till tomorrow'

Cheers to Childhood!!!!!

I miss being a kid!!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

A Simple SMS...2


The same friend of mine had sent me a SMS a few weeks back. I didn't delete it from my inbox and today I thought of sharing it. This, too, like the previous one is a lesson for life...

"People are often Unreasonable & Self-centered...FORGIVE them anyway..
If you are Honest, people may Cheat you...be HONEST anyway..
If you find Happiness, people may be Jealous...be HAPPY anyway..
The Good you do today, may be Forgotten tomorrow...do GOOD anyway..
The people you Care for, may not appreciate your Affection...LOVE them anyway..
Give the World the Best you have, yet it may never be Enough...give your BEST anyway..
Because in the End, it's between YOU AND GOD...it was never between you and THEM anyway..."

I don't think anything else needs to be added here.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

A Simple SMS...1

Most SMSes we receive are forwarded..and we seldom take them seriously....but a few of them can affect us deeply..like the one I received a few days back.

The SMS was titled 7 Cardinal Rules of Life..it went like this:
  1. Make peace with your past so that it wouldn't screw up the present.
  2. What other people think of you is none of your business.
  3. Time heals almost everything, give time.
  4. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
  5. Don't compare your life to others and don't judge them. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
  6. Stop thinking too much. It's alright to not know all the answers. It will come to you when you least expect it.
  7. Smile. You don't own all the problems in the world.
In life, most of times we are doing the exact opposite of these rules, isn't it?

I feel 90% of our time we fear to be ourselves..to do what we really want to....and maintain a certain conduct and behavior...all because we are in continuous consciousness of what other people will think of us.....controlling what we say...what we wear..how we behave....and what/where/when/how we anything....

Plus we never stop comparing and complaining...everyday we have something to complain about...nothing is absolutely great on any given day....

Topping it all, we hesitate to smile. Many of us behave as if smiling costs us!! We fail to see that a little smile can brighten and lighten our lives as well as those of others. Smiling is contagious...so spread the virus and spread happiness...

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Empty Nest

Do we ever wonder what occupies our parents' thoughts most of the times....I can safely bet that parents whose family is now an empty nest (with grown up children living separately--studying or working) are constantly thinking about their children...wondering what they are doing at the moment...about their next visit....

Before me and my sister went home last week, my mother  (Maa) was counting days to our arrival..and as the day came nearer, she sounded happier and merrier...before we are home, she makes a schedule list of delicacies for each day she will be preparing and keep the ingredients stocked.

My father (Deta) never used to voice his affections for us openly..but he changed and became increasingly vocal when we sisters left home after 12th standard for higher studies....ever since we could be home only every six months, that is, in semester breaks....how eagerly they wait for that....

We often tease our Maa saying that she should have got used to our absence..after all it has been seven years since we have practically left home...my sister goes to the extent of saying that daughters are 'Paraya Dhan'!! But still today Maa weeps secretly on the day we leave....Deta says the house has become empty and silent....

Today I am working and so my half yearly trips to home have ended too....Now I depend on the holiday list of the organization I work for and it's leave policy...My sister is in her final month of masters and soon she will be working too....

Now I call Maa-Deta every single day..and if I don't, they will!!! Maa updates me on all family issues, relatives and family friends...Deta now freely says that he misses me...He would call us even if he has a small tiff with Maa. He doesn't talk much over phone but he needs to hear us everyday...

And this is not unique of my parents alone...this is an universal phenomenon! Parents' world revolve around their children...and at times I really feel that we children become selfish as we grow up...but this is a cycle..someday we will be in their shoes and will understand the purest relation of all...that of parents with their child....and the agony of an empty nest...

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Hangaroo Nights

I got a taste of Hangaroo in my MBA days. My friend Priyanka (M.Tech student and my friend from school) introduced me to it and we both were literally addicted to this cute kangaroo. It became a habit to play every night even during exams! It is basically a word game with 10 levels. Whenever a wrong alphabet is chosen, the kangaroo lashes out to you and scolds like anything....because if the correct answer is not given..he is hanged!! And his angry soul (complete with a halo and wings!) goes up the screen. So he scolds us for his life....And he's so scared when we continue choosing wrong alphabets....Priyanka and I badly wanted to complete all levels and save his life...so even cheated! And whenever the campus wi-fi was working fine (which was rarely), we googled for answers.......Pheww!! what pain we undertook to save his life..but he would reward us only with his sharp tongue! One night we finally managed to complete all 10 levels....but the ungrateful scoundrel didn't even thank us and simply freed himself and took off!! But good for him..he was struck by lightning and died anyway!!

But the best part of it was the time I spent with my friend..a chance to be the little girls we were at school...giggling in delight and excitement...Last night I once again opened the game...I missed Priyanka...and placed a call to her....

Monday, April 12, 2010

Boundaried World

From time immemorial...the world has been driven by only one hunger..hunger for power and money.....All battles and wars fought...innocent people killed....eco-system imbalanced....flora and fauna exploited and destroyed...all major national and world problems today are the result of this one hunger of man. You name it...and it boils down to greed for power and money....It has reduced mankind to a parasite....destroying everything we are living on...

Have you ever realized that we live in a world of boundaries....boundaries of geography..boundaries of work...boundaries of language, caste, community, religion....boundaries of gender....boundaries of money, economy and possessions....boundaries of power and status....boundaries of 'do's and 'don't's....boundaries defined by every possible word....

Life is so much beautiful...It is such a waste to live it in hatred, greed and prejudices. Why don't we live as to cherish every moment...and contribute to make our world a better place...for today and tomorrow....

John Lennon - Imagine

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Friday, April 9, 2010

ATM Blues

Please enter one person at a time.....this is what is written on all ATM doors.....but people misread it as 'as many people as possible at a time' I guess....and instead of making a queue outside the door, they will make it right from the ATM machine...this problem is specific of ATMs where there are no security guards and especially of SBI ATMs...I can't comment of anywhere in the country but this is what happens in my State.
Don't know how many times I have literally quarreled with people who enter along with me and stand right behind me while I withdraw money, and wouldn't even budge when asked to step outside....Most of the times the person standing behind me in the queue will urge me to go inside as well when I reach the door!! May be they think they will save time if they do that..but they forget that the ATM needs a few moments to get ready for the next transaction!! And gone are the security and privacy factors....the door is just a formality...in many ATMs the doors are always wide open and the locks do not work...
And I am not the only victim of such loss of civic sense....many of the people I know share my ATM blues...

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Perfect Depiction Of A Week

Days of Letters

I really miss the good old days of handwritten mails (letters). As a kid I used to write a lot of letters to my Koka (grandpa), Aita (grandma), Mama's (uncles), cousins and wait in anticipation for their replies. Even during summer and winter vacations, my then best friend and me used to send each other letters  (the vacation used to last only a month!! ). I used to be a huge fan of postage stamps and inland letters.

When I was away in college, I wrote letters to my sister, parents and friends. Letters used to be a messenger of happiness. But today in a world of instant messengers like mobile phones and internet, letters have lost their way.

But I still believe in the effectiveness and magic of letters and write now and then to my special ones. But at times, I do long for a letter...longing to feel its charm and magic all over again...