Monday, April 6, 2009

My legacy

Now that my swimming classes were done with, I found myself free on Saturday after about 2 months. It was a lazy day and with nothing much to do, I went around digging my room to kill time; taking breaks in between my regular maniac routine of reading.

Snuggled in a corner of my wardrobe was this.


Its a churidar pyjama. Blue in color. By the way its MY pyjama; used to wear them when I was 2-3 years old. I vaguely remember the kurta. It had laced embroidery on it. Its in a bad condition a bit with stitches out and bruises; yet its magnificent.

I was awe struck seeing this garment. I cant even fit my hands into these leggings now. It was a nice feeling. Was I so tiny then? Did I really fit into this garment? Yeah I can recall I did. It was a bit loose then.

I have diligently preserved this piece of garment for 23 years now and would do for the rest of my life. I would want to show this cloth to kids around me when I am ripen old and tell them "I was a kid just like you honey bunches many many years ago"

:-)

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Taking things for granted

I just got thoughtful for a moment today morning. I mean, I do get thoughtful most of the time but for nonsensical reasons mostly. This time however, something struck me.

As I walk into my office building every morning; I see janitors mopping away the floor. Today, I saw a lady who was rubbing hard the metal beading on the lift floor entrance. She was not using any mops with handles which could have made her job easy, she was using a piece of cloth and was rubbing hard with her hands; she was kneeling down.

That was when I realized how we take things for granted. Simple things, basic things....its natural isn't it? As in, each day, I walk into my office, hop onto the lift and get to my work. I have not one day wondered how could the lift be so clean, the side panels, the lift floor and as I enter my cube, my things are organized, my docking station neatly placed, my trash can emptied, my phone, my stationery orderly kept, my empty coffee cups disposed. I just cant get to think how I left it last evening, all messy; now its speck less. I don't think for a moment what hard work has gone behind these orderliness.

How we take things for granted? The daily sunshine, the sunset, the rain, the sky, the water, the night, the stars, the thunderstorm, the nature, our family, our friends, our pets, our jobs, our home, each breathe we take in, our body, our well-being, our country..............Things have worked in a way, we expect it to work the same everyday; water flowing out of your taps when you turn them on, your lights burning when you turn on the switch, your bus arrival on time when you wait for it....

Human beings have that magical capability to get annoyed if things go wrong. But do we really take a second and appreciate the good things that we are showered with? I am no saint. I crib about my family, my job. How shameful of me! The next moment I do think of people who have lost their job in these tough times. Am I not blessed to have mine? Think of people who don't have a family. Am I not much better.....

We are annoyed we are fat, but how blessed we are to have good health. We smoke, we drink, we abuse our body and still its patient with us. Why do we take it for granted?

Parents are old-fashioned to the kids and kids are way too bold to the parents. Isn't it natural to complain? Parents say "Your time is easy. We provide for you all. We didn't have all these facilities that you are showered with". But do they realize the competition and the survival instinct the kids develop in this dog-eat-dog world?

Kids say parents are old. They didn't struggle as kids do now. It was lot easier back then. They don't understand what we go through. But don't you realize how blessed you are that they provided you with basics and a good education that has empowered you with thoughts and intellectuals?

We blame the government. Can we do anything other than complaining? Government is corrupted and so on. Do we think how privileged we are to live in a democracy where you can spew fire over the government, blame them freely, have freedom to express your thoughts. Hmm, thought what would happen if you lived in a country where you cant blabber what you want, freedom of expression curbed?

One can go on and on...The list is endless. As things are available with just a snap of your finger, we fail to notice its importance, we take things nonchalantly. Oh yeah, its well there and its well going to remain. YOU CANT SEE IT ANYMORE. When things become familiar to us, we lose interest; its frivolous, the mystery that it held once no more entices us. When was the last time we enjoyed a sunset? Or felt the rain drops on your skin? When was the last time we appreciated the beauty of a flower?

Thought anytime what would happen if you wake up one morning and figure out you have lost visual power? Anything could happen in a flash of a second.

We work hard, we dream to buy a car. How excited we are to have bought the first car, clean the car everyday, protect it from the rain and the sun. Then its there with you. You have lost interest. The mean machine loses its charm as its familiar now. Most of us feel the same with our family, friends. They are there and hence you are bored. Think what would happen to you if they were not there just for 5 minutes. How shocked would we be to feel boiling water flowing from your tap when you expected cold water? Or how annoyed we would be to get a no signal when we switch on our TV?

What happens if the sun did not rise for a day. What happens if your skin loses its sense of feel? What happens if you are given a pink slip? What happens if an earth-quake occurs or there's a flash flood? Your home that you complained would seem cozy then.

But the irony is we get bored by the very things that used to excite us once upon a time. The once new hobby that you pursued astutely, your boy friend, your pet....is that due to the expectation and then the disappointment thenceforth?

What are we taking for granted at this very moment? Right now, I expect my keyboard keys to respond well as I type this.....i expect my eyes to get adjusted to the monitor glare.....

Why don't we count our blessings and be thankful?

Lets remember.......

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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Happy All Fool's Day

So here is the day when friends, family play pranks on each other and take joy in fooling others. But why take the trouble of proving what one is on the other 364 days a year? As Mark Twain said -

The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.

Have fun. Don't be embarrassed if you have fallen for the trick. Just think, if you weren't to commit silly folly, when would you learn? And yeah, you are not the biggest fool, there's always someone bigger than you; who looks upto you and admires you.

So be PROUD to be a FOOL!

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Monday, March 30, 2009

All good things come to an end

"All good things come to an end yaar"

This was the immediate response from Ankita when I told her that yesterday was the last swimming session.

Yeah, I remember how my first class was - A successful disaster. Trying to stand in the pool, walk and jog in the pool to keep myself warm. I felt the toughest part was to breathe out while inside water.

Every little action of swimming from my coach was welcomed by cheers and claps from us students who were still managing to float around in the water. How we were excited when we managed to float. Wow, that was quite an achievement.

Well, here is an update. I did not at once leave the wall of the pool and venture further. Coach always coaxed me to leave the wall and always said "Its all in your mind". After 5 classes, everyone started with free-style and I was still safe near the wall, I thought I must quit. My coach told on the first day that 99.9% of the folks who join the class learn to swim at the end of the sessions. I thought I might fall under the 0.1% category. I thought it was not for me.

But when I went for the next class, I let go of my fear and then my first success - learnt to float!!!.

After that, there was no looking back - free-style, back stroke, butterfly and breast stroke, mushroom, dogie paddle, deep water swimming, diving, dolphin style, flipping back and forth as one swims...

I cant believe I learnt all this. Though I am not an expert, I can manage. I can now do these stuff, though not elegantly. This was an amazing experience. The sense of joy when I managed to swim breadth wise, and the unbelievable awe when I could manage to swim lengthwise...Wooo hooo... We even had relay races which we won!

The sense of achievement you get when you learn something new sure gives a high. The euphoria surrounded by it is unexplainable. For someone like me when the biggest water body that I have ever got into was an average size bath-tub, this was something to celebrate. A friend of mine was pleasantly surprised and gave a thumbs up when she saw me swimming well after the class hours; for someone who was scared of water.

More importantly, I got to meet new people. The crowd was so friendly and awesome; each one trying to encourage the other and cheering and clapping when someone managed to swim a lap. Got acquainted with nice people.

Now that its over, I am sad. But all good things do come to an end. What next? Maybe salsa or foreign language course...He he he





Friday, March 27, 2009

Overheard at work

Software Engineers.................

Aaaahhhhh...Rings a bell huh? Intelligent boring geeks, who just stare at the black screen and code, code, code......

Actually, we are all dumb people, who don't have a care for the world, doesn't know what is happening with others. Guys, aren't we the ones who would wish "good morning" to a colleague via office communicator? Aren't we the ones who would call up a peer who is in the next aisle instead of walking up to the cube? Aren't we the ones who have forgotten what it is to hold a pen and write on a piece of paper? All we have is some teeny-weeny half-baked knowledge of the technical product, we don't seem to care where Norway is...errr...unless you are asked to go on a business trip!!
We don't seem to know anything, confined to our 3x3 cube space with laptop and gallons of coffee.....

We are DUMB. To prove that, overheard these conversations

Person X : Shall we go to KFC today?
Person Y : Yeah, sure. KFC, hmmm do you know its American fast food restaurant.

(I really didn't understand if it was necessary to be pointing this out. I mean, most of us knew it was American. But BONKERS)

Person X : Oh yeah? I didn't know.
Person Y : Yeah K-F-C Kentucky Fried Chicken.


So yeah, we do haunt fast food joints, we do gorge on burgers, sandwiches, pizzas. But we don't know that KFC is American

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Person 1 : Kathmandu kahan hai? (Where's Kathmandu)
Person 2 : Nepal mein (Its in Nepal)

Person 1 : Oh, mai socha Tibet mai hai
(Oh! I thought it was in Tibet)

(Oh dear!.....Pathetic. An Indian does not know our neighboring country and its capital!!!!)

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We guys are so used to our "office lingo" that it rubs on to us even while having personal conversations. One of my friend got a call from his mom and she seemed to have asked about God-knows-what. His response was

"Yeah mom. I will weigh down the options and get back to you by End of the Day."

Hmm, 3 office lingos in just one sentence.

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Hmmm...I am sure I will hear more bunkum similar to these..Will update as and when I do...

Fast Life......Lost Spirit

Today is a state holiday in Karnataka. Its the celebration of New Year for people in certain parts of India....I am at home idle, wiling away time, doing nothing.......in the sense doing nothing related to the festival. I am not celebrating it. For that matter, I don't recall celebrating any festival of late. Its not that I have lost interest out of the blue. But its the way of life I have gotten into. Given a holiday, I would be at home, laze around and think about the mad week that has passed by, glad enough to have got a day off to break away from the chaotic nature of mind and relax it.

HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS UGADI FOLKS

When I was a kid, a festival was looked forward to with great fervor and excitement. Diwali was one such festival I started preparing almost 2 months before it arrived. Thinking about what new dress my parents would buy, what other gifts I would get, the idea of missing school for 3 days! Yeah that's right. School used to be shut for 3 days during Diwali, unlike now, just a day. The variety of crackers and fireworks that I would have, meeting cousins, uncles, aunts, receiving gifts from them... Shopping for a toy gun was a ritual. We used to go with our parents and diligently choose a gun - NO to plastic toy guns, they may break. It was stainless steel, polished and glittering in the sun. Once we finalized on our toy guns, next was to buy rollers - which is to be inserted into the gun and shoot....shoot...shoot........

And yes, not to forget the day of festival, when it finally arrived, the ritual oil bath....it was not an event to look forward to - Whole body massaged with Sesame oil and we would be advised to keep that oil on us for about an hour while it seeped into our eyes. It was a religious ritual, but medicinally helpful - to cool down one's body. But this was a necessary evil, as the bath was followed by getting to wear new dress. The excitement, the happiness, the plead to wear it before the festival and the stern rejections from parents.....And yes, who can forget the sumptuous festival meal after the pooja......

The burring of fire crackers would begin 1 week prior to the festival. Entire streets, roads covered with blown up papers, mixture of red and white papers...the burnt out sparkling sticks........
Well, the same during Christmas, the excitement of counting the number of paper stars hung outside buildings month before Christmas, the idea of looking at decorations and feeling them in a Christmas tree...the satin ribbons, tiny bells, the tiny stars......tiny presents.........

Today is neither Diwali, nor Christmas. One might wonder why am I talking about them. I still have the same excitement to count the stars for Christmas, appreciate a Christmas tree. But alas, seems its no more the same.

I hardly see a star hung out on Christmas, hardly see a Christmas tree outside a home a month before Christmas, and certainly I don't see the burnt out papers on the streets a week before Diwali(Don't get me wrong. I am certainly in for a greener Diwali. Its just that I want to point out the loss of excitement among people). I have the inkling to celebrate but have lost the excitement and the spirit. The enthusiasm that I had as a child, waiting for the D-day, waking up the whole night the previous day...its no more.

Fast life, complicated, competitive - no time to keep up with our celebrations, our culture. Fast disposable income, high level of stress, work pressure, nuclear family, no friends, lonely life......Friends and families are greeted over e-mails and SMSes.Whatever little time one gets is spent sleeping, snoring, just lazing around, strolling around a mall, looking at mannequins and buying things one doesn't know if its really needed, think about work even while off it, take out your cellphones every other minute to check if there are any missed calls......WHEN YOU REALLY KNOW THAT THERE IS NO ONE WHO WOULD BE MISSING YOU AND WOULD BE THINKING ABOUT YOU.

This fast life has surely made us walking-talking dead woods.


Thanks Mano for correcting my flaw of wrongly mentioning Castor oil instead of Sesame oil

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Wish I had a Punching Bag

I feel like beating up someone......I am playing my mood down...Yet I cant get to. My hands are restless, I dropped my PDA while picking up tea and the back cover, battery all went along in different directions......

Wish I had a punching bag....Oh! I really wish. I want to beat up someone....