Walk A while

May 26th 2011 - A Day to remember all her Life!!

A walk down memory lane and this is the DATE to remember for a DATE.

This innocent looking creature asked a thing that wept her off her feet. All along this silent killer never uttered a word and when he did she was bowled.

Whisk, you will know and she will remember this d date!!!

Pocket Sized Joy

She sat alone for a few minutes pondering over the past few months that had gone by. No clue as to what had gone wrong in their lives. But within her hearts she knew the reason that she had to stay away a while so as to compose and bring herself together. Little did she know that it would just not be possible to stay away longer. LOVE, a word that did not really mean anything so long suddenly seemed to be the deeply enlightening essence of her life.

All along so thought they would never meet. But it didn't last long. She indeed met.

This pocket sized chipmonk version of joy was standing in front her and her joy leapt with joy. To express or not was the million dollar question in her mind and she yielded deeper into the world of silence. Joy can enwrap oneself in any form be it in packets or pocket sizes. They are the catalysts to accelarate the end result. Only in this case, end result is known.

Standing right in front of her with those innocent eyes was her pocket sized happiness. All those memories of past, she started walking down memory lane. A trip she was ready to make over and over again. Indeed the trip worthy of a lifetime.

Sometimes life is also an enigma which takes a lifetime to solve. How do such things become the breather to life. Oxygen in short. When everything seems sullen and dry around, here are the sprouts of green hope budding within.

Silently she smiled looking at her joy and knew that this packet was all that is required to sustain the pocket full of life!!!!

This little joy knows the value in her life and which is meant to be forever.

TOUCHED

This is why I guess some friends just say for life. Lots of people come and go.
There is a very apt saying,

To MEET , TO KNOW AND THEN TO PART IS THE SADDEST BUT TRUEST PART OF EVERY HUMAN HEART!!!

Isn't it really true in every sense. This blog indeed will touch aa lot of hearts who have friends close to their heart.

Years back I had given my best friend a tiny souvenir for her to keep.
It was a tiny thing, but filled with feelings to the fullest.

Years later, I happened to goto my friends house for the first time, post wedding. And to my joy, that tiny souvenir was still there with her. My joys knew no bounds when I saw that....

P.S : Ani, indeed we are best friends for life. Thanks for being in my life..... This blog is dedicated to you.

Big Mouth Continues

I am sure you guys would have read my previous blog that I had written a while ago about big mouth shooting off. Here is another of the same kind, but the only diff is Ramya is replaced with my Kutty.

Kutty I am sure you will know it when you read my blog...

Each day at work, we are supposed to give a commit in the morning about how much we will download by evening and God bless us if we de - commit, surely HELL WILL FALL ON US!! ( My colleagues will vouch for this best said phrase).

The most dreaded days at work are FRIDAYS, Freaky Fridays absolutely. This happened on such dreadful day. Kutty came out of the huddle along with the team. We were having our floor updates and all of us had gathered for the same. Kutty came out and stood next to us. She was frustrated to the peak and she started cursing our manager. She was in full swing and we were all laughing away heartliy.

Her dialogue was like this, Who cares if I de - commit? I am going to happily de - commit and let's see what happens.....

Laughter suddenly stopped and to our utter shock we realised our manager is standing right in front of us.....

The rest can be understood right???????

P.S : Kutty this one is for our friendship for times to come.....

CRIC O' KET

In the world of Cricket, there are still a few specimens who are hopelessly clueless about CRICKET. This is all about one such God's creation. From the young to the old, Cricket is loved by all. Everyone cherishes this game. But this friend of mine, is still naive and naive to its nascent stage. He happened to watch the finals of WORLD CUP. Here is what he had to say. He calls up another friend of mine to tell him about the Victorious treat. And this is what he had to say, " Man Sachin And Ganguly played the match so well"... Indeed Ganguly was so amazing on the field..... Do I need to elucidate it more.. One can imagine indeed his love for Cricket!!!!!

Bro TURNED KRO

Most of them know my Brother by now since I have written about him in quiet a few blogs. (Bro you owe me all the publicity you claim!!!)

He is in the USA and we communicate through mails. But I must admit, I am irregulary regular in mailing. But this time I wanted to make the first move and hog the FIRST MOVER ADVANTAGE ( Another hard core MBA Term). I was in such a hurry that I did not proof read the mail I sent. Just typed it at lightening speed and pressed SEND button as if it would vanish lest I did not. In a jiffy the MAIL WAS SENT, to relish the MOVER Advantage.

But here is the real story. My brother very sweetly replies back. His first line is like this.

Di, you have typed KRO for BRO!!!!!!!

I was so tickled in my ribs when I read that, I burst out laughing and I laughed for a solid ten mins.

I am sure my bro is going to read it.

Read the COMMENTS to knwo his take on "HI KRO ANTHE"........

Numbers Indeed I'M Possible

Scientific Name: MBA

Common Name: GOMBAZ

Well, I am sure most of my friends will vouch for the above. For the ones, who do not know what GOMBAZ means, then I am sure it is time to get the tickets into the owrld of MBA. For the rest,

WELCOME ABOARD!!!

(Before I digress further GOMBAZ means Grossly Overpaid MBA'S , no clue how True it is!!!)

Like a few of my friends in the Herd, I too aspired to get into MBA in my Engineering Days. Most of my class mates wanted to get into MS and Mtech and I was keen to get into Management side, the logic being I would have a combo of Technical and Managerial mix. (Not sure how good the mix was going to be!!!)

After my Engineering, I went ahead to persue my blend , though not sure how the Cocktail would turn out to be. ( Time had to tell that!!!)

My journey of churning into a so called GOMBAS or GOMBAZ was gruelling. The day would never seem to end at all and to add to it, each day would be the same high spirited - DIE ANOTHER DAY attitude. Initially, it would take a toil, but as days passed, we began to get into the groove of the game. Marketing and Sales was my passion, so I passed out with a MBA in Marketing. Well, would MBA really be GOMBAS, the real test was to take off.

We rejected offers in college and got into off campus. I started off at an I.T company, where I really wanted to be. Now, the scene unwinds in front.

For every MBA with a Marketing Degree, the base to start off is SALES. The very word creates pressure in any normal human's mind. But the money behind it, is what people think, camouflages the PRESSURE. But does it really do that, you got to find out from a hard core sales man or a sales woman ( Like Me!!).

Well, I also began my career in SALES. Yes SALES and I got into IT Sales. It was a place where only NUMBERS were all over the place. I first day I got into it, the scene was strange. There were a bunch of people sitting in the meeting room and a tiny man was yelling at the top of his voice stating numbers were not met. You could just pass off if not for that voice. I was so taken abalc because I had never seen anything so strange all my life. As days passed I kind of got used to it because eventually I figured that people live for a day and the numbers are to be met each day. Here is the scenario,

Target for the Quarter -> A Quarter has 3 months -> 3 months number is broken into 12 weeks -> A week's number is broken down into a day -> DAY's NUMBER SHOULD HAPPEN.

I mean, just imagine, if X is the number for the day, it is supposed to be met. IMAGINE THE PRESSURE FOR A ROOKIE.

But as days passed , the numbers started giving me a high. Presure would mount, but it would be like the TIDE - Rise and Fall, but that pattern entirely depends on how the NUMBERS are met. There are days when you feel like pulling apart your Manager's hair , of course him beacuse he asks for the Numbers.

For all those who want to make some good money and fall under the priviledged category of GOMBAS, please be up for grabs....

No idea how long the high will remain... Till it becomes low... So long...........

PREAMBLE TO THE KICK

WHISKY!!!!! The more I write, the more I want to write... Seems strange, but this very word WHISKY has a rock solid power.
One has to meet this special creature, who leaves a beautiful impact in one's life. Of course , not to mention the kick that comes along as a snacks with the drink. This creature hardly ever opens up, but when it does, the others cannot close their mouth. In short, a brilliant comic relief...

The time spent with this creature is memorable for times to come. Ever lasting memories. Short time, indeed verr brief, but indeed lady luck favored to meet. A petite creature, but very powerful.

I can just go on and on, but words just fall short to describe. There is some enighma wrapped within this creature, that YEH DIL MANAGE MORE!!!!

Whisky, I know this blog wouldn't make any sense to anyone except you, but who cares, THIS BLOG IS WRITTEN ONLY FOR YOU!!!

Whisky would like to go on but you know.......

Jad se tere touch main aaya hoon, breafast aur dinner dono missing hain!!!!!!!!

WHISKY WHISK

WHISKY or should I say WHISKEY????
This was how my conversation started with my dearest friend. A very unusual name I could think for one of my dearest friends. But that is what I call fondly.

Whisky this blog is just for you.....

I still remember how I started talking to you. The Quarter was almost coming to an end when we started talking. But, somewhere down the line I feel it was one of the most brilliant things that could happen. Generally, great friendships start at Junior School or College and continue all along, but at work place is a rarity. This Whisky is one such rarity in my place.

Don't really wanna brag, but all I want to say is, Whisky, you indeed deserve this ma pal,

Tere Sang, ek simple si coffee bhi kick deti hain, tere sang.....

P.s : No breakfast, no dinner!!!!!!

MISS U WHISKY!!!!!

CAROLINA LSLE

This is a review of a book I recently read and thought would put it up...

JUDE DEVERAUX - A new author that I accidentally happened to read. First time.

Title - CAROLINA LSLE.

This book was about two cousins who were life long pen pals. They decided to switch places. One can imagine the havoc created to switch roles, but nothing of that sort happened. These two girls, poles apart, switching roles... One a city bred lass and the other a small town rookie.

But in reality when they meet to swap roles, city bred turns out to be a reclusse and the small town turns out to be a social butterfly.

Then the journey they traverse is something I leave it toi you guys to read it.....