Return from sabbatical

A long sabbatical indeed.

Many questions asked. Why was this beautiful sole place so idle and dull? OR actually untouched?

The calling was a long awaited passion. A long awaited desire. 12 years to be precise.
Which finally found the wings to fly : )

July 2012 to June 2013 - a one year Executive Management course in Indian Institute of Management, Bangalore

Come May 31st, is the valediction.

And I hope to return to this much cherished space : )


Cia soon.....

Friday fill-in ; Filled in on a saturday

Friday Fill-in

Here are the questions they asked:

1. In the near darkness _____.

2. _____ till further notice.

3. But this _____.

4. _____ in the stream.

5. It's always nice _____.

6. _____ and pleasant company.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _____, tomorrow my plans include _____ and Sunday, I want to _____!

And here is what I have to say…

1. In the near darkness I saw a beautiful carriage being pulled by the white horses and there was my prince charming I always dreamt of!

2. Life is not all about cricket, No watching/talking cricket till further notice.

3. But this is what perturbs us the least! Though the world cup was just a replica of the real cup which still is in the Mumbai customs, The cup’ all ours! Ours ONLY!  Dream to reality!

4. Tragedy struck. All alone, I sat there, gazing at the sky and feeling the serenity in the stream.

5. It's always nice to be incrementally promoted, exponentially raised and dearly loved by boss!

6. All I need is A ride on the cruise, madness of the gushing water, watching the beautiful sunset, Single Malt and pleasant company.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward for some freedom for my heart throb Sangakkara , tomorrow my plans include going to the Freedom park in search of true freedom and Sunday, I want to attain the freedom by making my hubby cook for me while I watch cricket and run my eyes on the paper!

A Wednesday

In no mood to talk of the great movie where Naseeruddin Shah stunned all of us with yet another spectacular performance. This is about the coming Wednesday.

Sunday night. Another new week that beckons for Monday blues.

What will be different is that, come this week- I shall await the Wednesday and NOT the Friday. I claim to be in all senses, not clinically certified though.

I am gonna bunk office, be home all day with an early start of the day pretty well in advance. An early shower and Koffee. Prayer would not hold a special place today, as I would eventually be praying the whole day as I experience a series of joy, pain, anger, nervousness, pressure, silence  and any emotion that you could probably think of . Would read the newspaper starting page 21 as opposed to the usual page 9. For you know it’s -A Wednesday!

Me being home is another uneventful day of boisterous conversations for Ms and Mrs apartmenties. Warn you - all the Mrs. Khannas, Guptas and Iyers – you better not knock the door this Wednesday. I would not only NOT entertain your worldly genius talks, in turn-could be worst than Dolly Bindra if you still dare knock and spook. For you BETTER know it’s -A Wednesday!

My little monstrous kids – today you are excused from the greens and reds and whites that are stuffed when you are lost in the cartoon network. The food and the Cartoon Network, both will be off the air. Make your arrangements through daddy’s pockets for pizzas and burgers. And if you monsters have a  little heart, leave some tits and bits of the leftovers for mommy dear. Mommy would be off the air from Radio One,laptop,cell and maybe bio-breaks and food -if you both unitedly agree to disagree on food sharing. Afterall, this is not the usual Wednesday!

My dear all time great phone buddies, this Wednesday will be a lull day for the various telecom providers who run into huge profits, thanks only to we woman. As much as good fillers we are for a man’s life, we take the same pride in being equal fillers for the telecom provider’s pockets. But not this Wednesday. Is it even remotely possible that I will not speak on the phone? Trust me-For it’s A Wednesday.

My biggest supporter in my life, without whom I cannot imagine a life at all! Not even a single day goes by when I do not think of you. You flash on my mind the very second I open my eyes to the yet to rise -sunrise. I think of you all day and night, and dread the day, god forbid, I have to live without you. But my dear maid, you are excused this Wednesday. I know cleanliness is next to godliness. But no amount of dirt in the 10 by 10 room that I would be spending the entire day would bother me. As I would be completely lost this Wednesday.

More than a 1000 billion eyes would watch the 2 inch diameter spherical white object every second that it swirls, slides and spins. My heart would be at the center of that spherical object when god steps down to take it to his stride.

And when GOD does so, if all my 10 blue boys say in chorus –Honesty is NOT the best policy, I agree to them. Wholeheartedly.  Only this Wednesday.

McLaz and his F1 race with www. Part 1: Life- The Number Race

Monday Blues kicked. This time detrimentally. So fiction is at its best during such doldrums of the mind.

Let me foray into fiction. For a blog as young as this, it might not meet my dear readers expectations. Neverthless, a try.

Presenting the series of "McLaz and his F1 race with www".

Part 1: Life- The Number Race

Four years of spending time on the college campus, dinner in Hiranandani and movies at Regal Cinemas. Endless night in the Robotics lab and the many walks to Powai lake.  Simply said - love in the air.

That’s Dhruv a.k.a McLaz and Gia for you. A couple who seemed just picture perfect.

Dhruv grew up fantasizing fast cars, races, adventures and arithmatic. Cars, the speed and the numbers were his way of living. His love for F1 went on to procure him the McLaz name by best of his buddies. You guessed it right – coming from the McLaren team. In the realms of possibilities, not one seemed logical to Gia. Yet love blossomed. Just that he remained Dhruv for her. Not to rule out the possibility that pronouncing ‘McLaz’ seemed too intricate for Gia.

Gia on the other hand was one of the little girls with real long silky hair, sparkling eyes, who loved nature, the woods and long walks in the same.

Dhruv’s  rhetorical questions did irk Gia. Yet the tranquility of the nature that she had, kept them going.  Or was it something else in store for her that she embraced the nature of calmness?

What could go wrong with a ‘so much in love’ picture perfect couple? Does -not every cloud have a silver lining? Does one really see GOD when you experience a near death?

To be continued…..

When did you last look at the sky above you?

Don't stare at the laptop/desktop screen.

If the answer is ages - Go have a look. Its surreal.

If the answer is yesterday  - Dream less and work more ;)

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Thanks Mridul for the spark ;)

The topsy turvy world

How would you feel if…

You went to an exam hall and the answers are given. You need to write the questions.

Cricket field.  11 Batsmen batting.  1 Bowler. No fielder. Audience – You tell me?

Slept on the sky. Looked at the earth below and pissed and poohed.

The rocket went deep into the center of earth. Landed. Found aliens who will evolve. To humans to   GODS once they reach the top of the earth.

Planes landed on the sky and you disembark on the stars.

Americans begged the PM of India – Can you increase the quota for H1 visa so that Americans can come to India to learn maths and work in IT industry?

Russsians come to India to study rocket science.

Katrina Kaif/Aamir Khan begged you to give them once chance to prove his/her worth.

All software engineers get internationally international trips to moon for business meetings.

Hollywood stars flew to India to beg you to watch their movies.

The kingfisher air hostesses sat next to you on the flight all night.(For males and lesbains only)

Men cooked , cleaned and baby sat the kids. Women watched cricket and read newspaper all day.

The sun never rises and the moon never sets.

I could sleep all day and get paid $2,00,000 a year.

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Stop reading and dreaming

The Miserably Failed Pied Piper

It’s fun to watch your kids perform on stage! Feels so vibrant and effervescent.  I loved my brat perform to ‘Chak de!’ As much as I liked it for his moves, also loved the patriotism that the song brought in! Ask a Doon school kid about patriotism and one’s heart spurs out. My boy seemed a pied piper to me, who could make me dance so easily when he was there up on the stage!

Reverse situation – the vibrancy and effervescence is lost! (Atleast -so was in my case)

Over a month, I was preparing for my stage show and as the day neared, I was so excited about it! In my enthusiasm, I asked my brat :  

“Beta- Do you look forward to see Mama on stage?”

“Ohhh..Mom…Pls. You females are all so boring. Give me cricket any day to dance”

“Well..you don’t love your Mom! Sigh! “

“Mom—please don’t bug me”

On the day of the show, hubby dear had to make the little brat sit in front of the podium. Not becox my brat wanted to watch Mommy dear perform, but becox father dear could not leave the kid wander without parental attention! Why are rules so strict out in New Jersey, rather the west?

With hands cluttered on his cheeks and beating himself onto his head, my kiddo tried to put up to the dance show boredom as he kept dragging himself with time.

His drag time was further aggravated when the audience applauded “Once more…Once more!!!”

Another 20 minutes of performance and a heavy toll on my brat.

Post the performance, gasping out of breath I asked him – “Beta –did you like the dance?”

“Mom – you are better cooking in the kitchen. To me it seemed like a BIG FAT rat dancing to the pied piper”

“And who was the pied piper?”

“The miserably failed pied piper. The hubby who could only flute but could not put the BIG RAT down the valley ”

Ahem!

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Aren't married men pied pipers who always want to get their wives(RATS) down the valley? But in vain...