Movements To Moments

Life is a grace,
Prepare to brace,
Count a second to time,
Summation ought to be fine,
For life is beyond what you infer!!


Life is a journey to a destination,
Follow within yourself the instigation,
Get a strong foothold together,
Clock those moments forever,
For life is beyond what you infer!!!


Life is tying all stray strings,
Inhale the fragrance of fringes,
Bind your thoughts to hold your heart,
Bundle it never to fall apart,
For life is beyond what you infer!!


Life is to reminiscence moments delightful,
Step down on all woes pitiful,
Take a deep breath at each step ahead,
Never fall back to behind,
For life is beyond what you infer!!!


Life is a charmer in an enigmatic way,
Do not be taken away by the calmness at bay,
Still the relentless pursuits,
Bow down to all those who deserve the tributes,
For life is beyond what you infer!!

Pack of WHAT

It's been a while since I have blogged and all thanks to my buddies who keep reminding me that I need to blog.. So this one is dedicated to all my motivators who keep me going no matter what I blog.... Love you guys all!!!!

As usual, I was running around since my mum and me had to get to my aunt's house for lunch.. I am not a person who takes ages to get going. I am a very quick one at this.... (I so read those smirks forming in...). I was hushing along so that I could rush downstairs...  My mum's tone was so not right , if I didn't get down in two mins.. Yup you got it right, TWO MINS!!! I was nearly hyperventilating thinking how in two minutes, but I just managed to wrap up and go down.. In the meanwhile , I had a text message from my aunt asking for what I thought to be as a packet of cards... I interrupted my mom and told her the same. She gave me the most weird look like I had lost my marbles or something.. Her look was quizzical. I searched a while before I realized I didn't have a pack of cards handy at that point in time. So, I let that matter half way afloat and set off with my mother..

We reached our destination. It was time for lunch and we all sat down for it.. Half way through my aunt asked me the most strangest question, : " Where is the packet of curd?"... Curd, excuse me.. Did I hear it right.. How the hell was I supposed to know where she kept curds.. I was wondering what's wrong with my always sensible aunt today... My mum gave me another you- are - so - dead- kinda - look,... I said I have no idea what you were talking about me.. She replies stating she had sent me a text message.. I said I did receive the message, but the message clearly stated , PACKET OF CARDS!!! 

That is when it dawned on me, it was not PACKET OF CARDS, but PACKET OF CURDS is what the text message meant..

Uffffff... I can be a great interpreter for times to come!!!!!

 

Method to Madness

Method to Madness--> MTM.... This is something that I really want to blog about.. Method and Madness, two words which seldom unite to form statement. But when it comes together, it brings a lot of harmony in itself. This statement has always irked me and I candidly want to articulate my thoughts. But when one really thinks about this statement, METHOD TO THE MADNESS, does it strike a thing or kindle one's thoughts, is what I really want to bring forth...

Everything around is sometimes so maddening and annoying that one just wants to run away from it all. Run into such a place that the daily madness is kept at bay, but is it really possible is the million dollar question to ponder. Everyone at sometime or the other wishes for this magical wand to wave and vanish into a no man's land - Just clean blue water, fresh air and lush greenery. In today's maddening world where everyone is racing against time. 

Just one fine day, people wake up to realize that madness is a part and parcel of life, but a method which when inculcated into this madness, would make our lives such a wonderful and peaceful existence. Just a little more organization into doing things, a little more dedication towards chores, a teeny weeny bit more of commitment, can help take that one step more closer to organizing madness. 

But instead all we think is about cribbing all along and making yourself miserable. 

Just spare a minute and think wisely. Wake up to a bright day and kick start a brilliant day. Organization, determination, method, patience, perseverance are those ingredients that one needs to essentially use to make this amazing recipe called MTM.... Believe me, its not easy, but nothing is difficult as well in this world. It is how you see the world through your window. Open your eyes and appreciate the daily madness and indeed then you would realize that there is a method in the madness.......

Mails Vs Male

This indeed must be one of my best punch lines used till date or shall I say the best.. Read on to fig it out...

The first time I met this pocket dynamite was the bestest thing that had happened ever since I entered this world of Corporate Life. I had just joined my new work and was just not happy about it. We used to have office transport and that must have been a saving grace for me to pick up that job. He sat there in formals listening to music. I entered the transport and sat in my last seat. I see this new face sitting there. We didn't speak much but we chatted a while. He asked me about my job profile and I asked about his. He said, he does e mail. Obviously my big mouth had to shoot off and I said, so you do not do any work.... He smiled. We met again everyday for a couple of days while going and coming back from work. I loved this pocket dynamite's sense of humor. It was just over the top. 

It's been lovely 8 months knowing this pocket edition. So I have the liberty to say anything and everything to him. 

The best I have said is this.....

We generally exchange a lot of text messages in a day. One day it so happened that is messages were sporadic and he later told me that he was monitoring also now apart from mails. 

Earlier when his messages would not come I would send him a text.... I know you are busy touching mails but you can send me messages as well...

Now when his messages do not come... Till you start touching mails and become a man eater, you can send me text messages.....

 

Claw the Cat

This is something I couldn't resist, hence the blog. 

One fine day, at work, a bunch of us were busily pondering over our super smart thoughts and hungrily debating over a lot of stuff as if there was no end to anything in this world....This is the point in time, I strongly vouch for the Quote - TOO MANY COOKS SPOIL THE BROTH!!!! Our topics digressed like a distressed meandering stream. We started with sports, then went into business and a whole lot of other stuff which is too laborious to pen down too.. Anyways let me not digress to glory and come right back to my point. When we started about sports which tuned into a specific game called - Badminton, my ears went alert and I dived in to take a swim. 

This is one sport which I play religiously and love joining a conversation which circles around it. So there is this colleague of mine who shares the same love for this sport. We both stopped at this topic while the group was intensely jabbering at a million different topics across globe. This colleague of mine has been fondly rechristened to - THE CHINESE CAT!!! Wonder what the thought process behind this was?? Well that is something I would like to park it aside for now. 

So this Chinese Cat and me were debating away about Badminton and eventually the conversation came up to asking me from when was I playing this sport. So I told him from junior school and mastered it in my 11th STD. Now this guy, out of the blue, tells me that he had stopped this sport in class 11. My big mouth shot off and intending no offense blurted out , " No wonder you stopped growing after class 11"!!!!.. There was pin drop silence around me for a min. I just came back silently and sat in my place. My entire team burst out laughing and exploded like miniature mine bombs into fits of laughter...

P.S : This cat apparently is one no one messes with.. Well, me being me, got away Scot free......

Attitude Vs Attire

Is is true that your attire reflects your personality? I mean how many of us actually believe this is true. Lot of us feel that according to the way we dress, our body language and our traits also change in accordance. It depends from Saree to Jeans.From Kurta to tops. But not all of us actually realise this. I was also one among them who never actually let this thought sink in. Well, now I am a strong believer from the day it dawned on me very strongly. I actually felt it and hence verily vouch for it.

It so happened that on a Thursday, I was really bored to wear formals and landed up wearing Jeans & Tee, and there I went.. I reached office at my usual time which is about 8 in the morning. From 8 I was in no mood to work at all. I just had a funny feeling that it is Friday and had a totally casual feeling. To top it I am telling my colleagues too that Thank God It's Friday ( TGIF). My colleagues had to remind me the entire day that we had to come one more day to work... Just imagine my poor plight. My brain is just not able to reciprocate the signals and comprehend another working day..

That entire went in consoling myself that I have another day to work ........

Hence, I have decided that whenever I feel like being casual, I will wear Jeans and Tee to work!!!!!!!

Love is a path

Feel in the breeze,

Makes my vein freeze,

Chill in the spine,

Makes me whine,

Is this love???

 
The tress sway,


Which makes my way,

The path is set,

With a grit in my chest,

Is this love??



The smile a way,

The tides at bay,

The unstoppable zeal,

Will make all wounds heal,

Is this love??



The path is right,

Future seems bright,

Life is a test,

Rest is at its best,

This is love,

Indeed this is love!!!

TALK IT OUT

The first time I met this guy was during a Job Interview. It so happened ( fortunately or unfortunately) that we both had our interview on the same day and at the same time. We just had a casual chat and attended our interviews. I finished mine and got selected immediately. Curiosity got the better out of me and I decided to check on what happened to this guy's interview. He came out and told me that he had one more round. We exchanged our mobile numbers and parted ways.
Little did I know that we would be joining as Team mates.

A few days passed and I walked in for my first day at work. Arranged in a huge conference room , neatly placed on the table was our name cards and notepads. I was so impressed that I just couldn't help feeling proud to have come on board this IT Giant. As I settled down, I saw this familiar name - ABHISHEK PRATAP SINGH.....I was so happy seeing this name that I waited for this guy to join in. But knowing by the standards , he never turned up. I called him up only to realise that he will join Training with the next batch....Anyways I knew I had my first friend in this gigantic flow of people.

We finished our respective training and started our job. This journey continued and its been close to 2 years knowing this FATSO and he is one of my bestest colleague who turned into ma closest pal.

Now comes the real part of the tale. We used to have something called talk time with our clients and we had to maintain about 3 hours a day , undersatnding their business, requirements and infrastructure. It used to be a real pain yanking for 3 hours with them. (Anyone from the same industry will vouch for it).

This Fatso of mine had kind of given up on. He used to talk non stop, but on his SAMSUNG 5 MEGAPIXEL TOUCH PHONE, lest did he know that it didn't count. His manager called him because of his humungous achievement of a TOTAL TALK TIME of 5  FULL MINUTES.....This great guy's reaction, "I am not sure so to who and how has done that 5 minutes even.......".....!!!!!!

Need I say more as to why we hit it off from DAY1........

( Ladoo.. Awaiting your comments EAGERLY.....)

BURY 'd HURRY

All in a minute's time... Well this line is indeed very true to one of my colleagues, who all the time seems like she is running out of time. This is one such incident which displays her un - thought moves.

This lady needed water bottle in her cubicle. A couple of days back she had spoken to an admin head and she had informed that she will get it. Now after a few days, it dawned on her to follow up.

In a hurry as she always is, stomped into some room, assuming that she is right. After about 5 mins, she comes out in fits of laughter...

Now this is the scene that has taken place inside,

Hurry Lady, : Sir, In 3rd floor we need water bottles. Nobody has kept bottles in there and I have been follwoing up from days.. ???? ( She would have spoken without even thinking for a fraction of a second...)

Guy Inside: Maam, I am extremely sorry, but I am not the person incharge of WATER BOTTLES here!!!!!!


Highly embarassed to the core, she walks out.........

SILENT HOW

A silent smile,

A silent stare,

Even before the care,

How is it??

A silent whine,

A sturdy pine,

Even before the shine,

How is it??

A silent hope,

A stalwart cope,

Even before the lope,

How is it??

A silent pray,

A powerful ray,

Even before the stray,

How is it??

A silent wish,

A compelling twist,

Even before the opaque mist,

How is it??

A silent road,

A deterministic strode,

Even the path glowed,

This is it indeed........