Tuesday 29 March 2011

A sleeping Beauty

She was in my arms. And I was trying to make her asleep. She was looking into my eyes and I was trying to avoid her eye contact so she can sleep. She started singing in her own words and tried to seek my attention towards her but I was trying hard to not to see her. And soon she slept. She was smiling during sleeping, may be because this was the time I was trying to hard to keep my eyes away from her.
 
She was looking beautiful, an innocent body full of love and smile like a daisy flower.
She put her little fingers on my breast making me realize of being a woman.
She was reminding me my days when I used to sleep in my mother’s hands.
 
She was giving me a reason to live, making me release the beauty of life, telling me the real meaning of a contended life.
 
I was kissing on her forehead every now and then.
 
Still, she was in my hands with her half eyes closed.
I thought of shifting her to her bed from my hands, when she woke up again and saw in my eyes asking for my touch and my uncountable kisses.
 
I took her in my arms once again and smiled.
 
She is my little niece.

Thursday 10 March 2011

A Rainbow of tears for him...


He was working for an IT company. Everyday was going good with his pals, his family.
Being an elder of his family, he was enjoying his responsibilities of every day.
Every morning, he took his lunch box from his mother and rush to office.
And every evening, coming back from office, bring hot samosa for enjoying evening tea with his mother and younger brother.

Everyday was going well. And one shinning day, his manager told him that he is selected from one of their Italian client, so he has to visit Italy soon and for that first thing he has to do, is to go for a body checkup.

He was thanking God and his parents for their blessings.
and next day, he went to hospital, where he underwent through all his checkups and came back to home with dreams of visiting Italy, his first visit out of his town, buying so many gifts for his parents.

He was busy packing his bags, sleeping every night in his beautiful dream.
After few days, he got a call from hospital for collecting his medical reports. And next day, he went to the hospital to collect where doctor told him that they found a one small tumor in his chest and which is not at all point of worry. He just needs a small operation and he will be all right soon.
He was in his tears because he never had any problem with his health, not even cold.
And he went back to his home where he told about this to his parents.

Next day, he went to hospital with his dad to meet their family doctor to show him his X-Ray.Dcotor told him that there is no point of worry; they get it removed by doing a very small operation. And once operation is done, he will be able to rejoin his office after ten days rest.
And after hearing to doctor, his parents decided to go for his operation and got him admitted to the hospital.
He had been taken to the operation theater and soon, he went to a deep sleep with thought of joining his office soon to meet.

But innocent fellow was not aware of, what destiny or Doctors had decided for him?

Doctors started their work and during the procedure,  found a small portion of the tumor had entered his spinal canal, and they could not turn back now because they had not accounted for it and they did a mistake by approaching it from the wrong surgical corridor.
Doctor tried to pull that portion and in a split of second, his blood supply to cord cut off and he turned paralyzed on the table itself.
He was brought out of the Operation Theater, paralyzed.
Outside his family was waiting to see their son, nobody even dreamt that his son was operated on the spinal cord. They were in a belief that their son went through a simple chest operation.

The boy did not know that he is disabled now, he can not go out with his friends for party, he can not go to his office, he can not enjoy his parents responsibilities on him.

But his family got to know that their son is paralyzed. They felt themselves disabled about how would they tell his son that he cannot play now, he cannot go to office now.

Next morning, he wake up and found himself unable to do anything, But his mother told him that this is because of his medicines, next month he will be okay.
And every other month, he listened to the same story.
And 6 months passed, when finally he got to know that He is a disable now.
And he broke down, He started contacting doctors, using forums on internet to find a cure for his problem. But nothing came out helpful for him and one of the neurosurgeon from USA told him that there is no cure for spinal code injury and he would have to be on wheelchair for his entire life.

And he and his family were in tears. But this guy was not ready to accept it and he decides to sue the doctors and his family supported him.

He sued the doctor thinking of using it for his cure.
And case started, and soon he got to know that his lawyer was bought by the doctors.

His world was broken and he went into deep depression. He started hiding the sleeping tablets from his family. He surrounded himself with depression and thought of ending his life on his birth date.

This time Destiny, decided something more painful for him:

He got to know that his mother got diagnosed with cancer one month before.
His life was blank, empty with tears in his eyes all the time but no way to go, no option to think of.
He was forced to settle down the case for paltry sum that’d have been his just 3 years salary.
He accepted the offer for his mother, for his retired father, for his younger brother.

He decided to live for his parents with a rainbow in his heart and smile on his lips.

Today, he wake up at scheduled time, eat his breakfast at scheduled time, lunch at schedule time, naps at scheduled time, end his day at scheduled time. Internet is his only friend.

Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things in life.


To be continued with Part 2.......

Tuesday 8 March 2011

Innermost Language

Today morning,during reading NRN statement that " Kanada is very much his emotional language".
I thought of writing on it asking my pals what is their emotional language.

Emotional language is in which you can express your innermost feelings.
and yes somewhere this word hit me because yesterday I found myself in understanding my emotional language.

Yesterday , A girl came to me and invited me for a party.And this girl is my office mate but we do not know each other except names.I told her that i need time to think if i have not much work on Friday.
Now when finally I took my decision that I am unable to join them , I need to tell her.

and here come ,my emotional language comes into the picture.

I started my conversation with her in English which I feel, I am more comfortable in speaking or showing my interest  and then back to hindi,in which again , I am more comfortable..:)

So My emotional Language is : English+HIndi..:)

Whats yours..???

Yes, Finally I told her my decision..:)

Wednesday 2 March 2011

Warmth of her Nest



A girl who opened her eyes in her mother hands and saw her beautiful smile and tear. She was enjoying her father's care and mother's beautiful smile and love only for her. She also got a beautiful smile from her mother.
And eventually, she got the title of being lucky, by finding out all the things which her mother lost every other day.
Being an younger one, she was surrounded with love and care and fun.
Every single day of her school, her father gave her a ride on a bicycle and bought her a big packet of Crax and a five rupee note.
In school, again this lucky girl was surrounded with lovely friends/teachers.
She did every mischievous act which she could think of.
She grew up with so many dreams like every other child.
One of her dream was to buy a car for her parents and started thinking of earning as soon as possible to make that complete.
And the day came, when she got her first offer letter from a big organization which she only dreamt of a few years before.
First time this girl stepped out of her home and found herself in a new city, surrounded with new faces.
She enjoyed every single moment of her existence.
And she got her first paycheck, real money in her own personal account.
Being a totally drama queen, she sent her parents a hand written letter with so many gifts like banana chips, utti special tea leaves.
Few months later, she planned to take a break from her work to meet her parents.
She took a flight to her home, desperately waiting to see her parents, see the pride on their face for her.

And then a point in her life when she realized the house she grew up in
is not really her house anymore. She found her parents changed towards her.
That little happiness/Bonding/Completeness of a family was gone.
And she started questioning herself, “Is she getting mature"?
    “Has she started dreaming weirdly"?
    "Is she become demanding"?
   "Has she become moody"?
She thought of trying to give her best to see her mother smile which she saw as a baby. But Eventually, She started feeling like she can never get it back. She was dreaming of a place which does not even exist for her.
She started feeling that she would not ever have that feeling again until she create a new idea of home for herself, her own kids.
She missed the warmth of a home, of a family, of being a lucky child of her parents.


And suddenly, she heard a knock on her door and she woke up from her sleep.
A handsome man came to her and kissed on her forehead and took her in his arms.


And the next moment,she realized that she is married now,Its time for her to play her mother's role and She smiled.

Monday 28 February 2011

Hazzaron Khwaishein

Hello People,

Today when I am again in middle of my hazaaron Khwaishein, I thought of putting into words..

I started my career as Network Administrator and switched to SAP Basis Administrator.
And today, working as Iphone Developer :)
I dreamt of being a Java Programmer but that did not work out for me or you can say, I did not get an opportunity to work in java.

Dreaming,I am a day and night dreamer,whenever see something new/listen anything interesting, next moment felt like doing it and which is not right as per my surroundings.

Khawaishein List:

1) Mountaineering
2) Kashmir visit
3) Delhi to Jaipur--Done
4) Flute--Done
5) Fish Pedispa--Done 
6) SkyDiving

List will be updated in every 1 minute....:)

Will, I be able to make them happen?

And I really wonder,Why I think of doing so many things? Why I get attracted to all these activities very soon?





Thursday 24 February 2011

Acceptance from Outside or From your own Conscience

Why we seek an acceptance from outside. Is it in a human Nature?

Whenever we decide to do something,we think of any idea...We always search for someone outsider for acceptance...

Are we looking out for advice/suggestion or ACCEPTANCE?

Is this not true that whenever we think about doing anything..We ask our conscience first..Then why we seek for Acceptance?

Does this Acceptance mean Social approval from parents/family/society?

Can ,I call this fear of doing something from your own mind/Fear of thinking beyond/Fear of being called Unique?


Am I Intelligent?

Sometimes I really wonder what is the meaning of Intelligence/Intelligent..
Where it came from..and who spoke it first..

Many of the time,when we get success in any work ..people say "You are very intelligent"..
When you get a new job .."you are very intelligent"
If you are pass out from international universities,IIMs,IIT,NITs...."You are very Intelligent"

On the other side..If somebody get fail.."You are not intelligent"

Does intelligent depend upon a person brain or his/her success in any work?

Can not we say a housewife an intelligent women who maintain her whole house/her whole family/Budget?

Why People do not use a word an Intelligent, When a girl/boy chose their own future/own partner/own area of work?

Why a truck driver can not be called as Intelligent..When he balance so well..?

Was Steve Jobs Intelligent?The Answer is a loud affirmative. How come we are so sure about that?
Does Our Education taught us thinking this?


Is Intelligence Related to Mind only?






Wednesday 23 February 2011

Dilli...Dilli..Dilli..

Dilli...oops Delhi ji Delhi...Delhi hai Dil valo Ki...
Dil valo ki..momos valo ki....

Delhi is a capital of india..Jai ho..:p

Delhi is a city full of beautiful girls and handsome guys all around..

A city of Momos (Dim-sums)....A city of Fashion...A city of Brands..A City of Dreams..A city of colors..

Wherever you will see ,you will see people wearing brands...name it and you will see it...

Reebok,Nike,Versace,Adidas,Armani,Wills...Come on If you are thinking about Delhi..think beyond..These you can get it even on street side..

It was long long ago when people used to buy milk,vegetable on their own legs...

Even Cows/Buffalow are enough intelligent that they give different type of milk :

    a)Slimmed milk
   b)Toned milk
   c)Double Toned Milk


I am Proud to be a part of Delhi or Delhi Height....



Tuesday 22 February 2011

M- Mastermind Management Meetings

Sometimes I really wonder Why I never understand what the facilitator speaks about...

Do I not understand English?
Am I lost in my own world?
Do I not have good listening skills?

Why I start having headache?
Why I start dreaming (about what..I do not know)?

But Today when I understood a bit of what was the facilitator saying...I came across many cool facts...

a) African Dogs are more powerful than Lion/Buffalow
b) Stakeholders does not come to an organization..:p
c) BPO came first or IT Came first...
d)If you work for an IT Organization..You should stay near by to balance the organization Transport Management System
e) Software Engineers are more than average intelligent...(More than whom..Please do not ask me..)
f)South India has more temples...

And here I am an IT gal ,surrender myself to an almighty..


My First Love Letter-Beetle


Beetle is a cute little baby by volkswagen.

And I am in love with you...:P

Everyday going to home,I see you..standing..watching me..and giving me your innocent smile...

You look beautiful in yellow color...I feel like hugging you..playing with you..

Never felt love for Barbie dolls but you are amazing...you attract me..you make me crazy..

Do i want to see you..Do i want to feel you..Do i want to touch you..Do you drive me or Do i drive you..Why you giving me so many options..

I do not know how much time I will take to adopt you...

Are you my love or a fantasy or a dream or a desire...

Whoever you are..you are my baby Beetle..

My unconditional love for you..

Facebook-Think for Filling your space

I joined Facebook a month ago...But listening about it from last 1 year...

I never felt like joining this...:(..Same old stuff like on orkut..Scraps..Seeing others personal photos..and thinking about your old pals and then search their names...

But you know everybody has a day..and the day came when i joined Facebook...
and started adding my friends with whom hardly even i talk...But added all of them...

Never used my brain to think about sayings..or may be did not have the creative one :p

Eventually,I found myself addicted to Facebook..always commenting..liking..giving my views...

And One day..My eyes saw magic words.::::"Whats on your mind"..
And i became creative..My mind started working :p..I do google for finding good sayings...words..captions...


Sincere Thanks to Facebook for making me Creative..

Time to go Back on Google Ride...;)

Lost And Found- My Little Technical Brain

Once upon a time,there was a Brain...
He knew only how to play..how to smile..how to make others life miserable...

Entire day,Thinking hard about naughty acts...

Everyday, wake up with a beautiful smile and spark in his eyes.....

One scary day , he started of making his personal weird thing name "Dictionary".....
His first words ..."Mamma","Papa"...

And the day came when he went out of his world to add more words in his dictionary...and get himself into "Education"...

Things were going well..ALL WAS WELL..Till he added a new word "Computer"...and He lost...

Started dreaming of earning in pounds(:p)..seeing himself in BIG World of Computers...sitting in front of big screen..playing with excel..

According to the Computers world..he changed his name to...TECHNICAL....

And now where is he...NObody knows...

To be continued....:p


Monday 21 February 2011

A goal without a Ball

We all know that A goal happens only with a Ball...

Goal= Your Dream
Ball==Will power/Hard work

In real life,when we think about a dream,we think about completing it as well...
but for making it happen that we do not have will power..we can not take pain..

When we dream...We never think about surroundings,our restrictions,our being so called Indians...

but when its time to follow your dream..so many thoughts....

When we all know the truth..Then why can not take any action..Why we do not have the guts to complete our Dreams...

People say that A person should dream which is possible for him/her..control on your fantasies..Control on you mind...But why...

Can we control on our sleep..Can we control on our Death..Can we control on next moment..Can we control on our phone bills..:p(just to calm down the situation)....

Then Why to control on our Dream....

Make A GOAL WITH A BALL....ITS SHOW TIME




A man behind the success of a woman…


 A man behind the success of a woman…


Shocked.. Always a woman behind success of a man..why not other way around..

There was a girl..full of nonsense,no style,no direction,not even self-sufficient,always crying,no talent,no face…

And here comes a man..nobody knows about him..

Met the girl first time and listen to her senseless stuff and lost..

eventually,favorite line of both " Can i call you sometime…"

Man changed the woman..A beautiful face,beautiful thoughts,full of talent,so many direction in one go,smile became her identity,independent…

Man used to call the woman..An angel

but nah..that was not easy task for man to teach the woman three simple words..
LIfe is beautiful

When she learnt …..

She flew away…

and a man behind….nonsense,no direction,numb,stunned…
waiting for a women behind for his success..


Life goes on...

Friday 18 February 2011

A virtual Tour of Pune

Pune is like my hometown.
Like a new born baby i open my eyes for life there with my best pals.

Journey of freedom..Journey to Explore..Journey of Love..Journey of Dreams..Journey full of fantasies..
Journey of seeing firangi alive in front of me(that was a bit scary for me)...

Those were the days when like a child I used to wait for weekend to come.

Every another day, learn a new marathi world.Dreamt of doing so many things at one time.
Taking breaks actually entire day was a break but still break..:)..sitting in foodcourts and thinking hard about what to eat..so many options..wow..

Staying at friends house without taking anybody permission..Go for long rides...

Feel the mountains,rain.... touch of fresh air everyday like a dream...

Eating vada pav,kachi dabeli,cheese burger,tea at every other corner

finally celebrating Ganpati at your own home and reading the marathi pooja book without even understanding a word of that..and singing the DON movie song.."aab to ghar mai aana hai aana hi hoga" for ganpati..

feeling shy saying "Ganpati bappa morya..Mangal Murti Morya.."
and finally crying during Ganpati visarjan...

And the day came....

Selling your mattress,almirah,gas...



And then journey Away from Pune.....


Thursday 17 February 2011

A day to be complete carefree

Carefree......very confusing word

People keep saying me that i am very carefree..but i never felt this way about me..

But today..when i woke up at 7:30 a.m. when i have to leave for my office..
I got a call from my friend that He is waiting outside for me and I was blank..

What to do..and i do not know how i thought of getting ready in 2 minutes and i told him to wait for me for next 5 minutes, I will be out.

And yes yes..I wore my jeans,kurta and flew out

Yes I skipped the toothpaste and face wash part ..
but let me tell you I did not forget to carry my toothpaste and toothbrush..:P

But the good part for me is I did not feel anything wrong in that even when I am surrounded with so called beautiful faces.

May be i got this confidence from my working styles in my previous company..

And after reaching office..clean my teeths and afce in washroom which is for guests only..Was not interested in giving shock to delhhites..:)

and here i am writing my blog with my clean face and teeth.