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INNOVATION FRAMEWORK CONTD..

2011-09-08T19:54:00.000-07:00

Sorry guys this post isn't my regular idiotic one.

When i say innovation ..pleople give a smirk and say 'GAS' but I truly believe and have experienced that controlled and disciplined innovation does have a SUBSTANCE !

Today morning read a post by Meenaks on innovation framework.

Got inspired and hence this post.

Over the 1.5 years in Welingkar Business Design my biggest takeaway is "learning to build up upon ideas" so I thought why not build up Meenaks on suggested framework.(Research -> Resolve-> Reuse)

My framework is as follows ( from whatever projects i have done in class of @Welbd)

Rephrase -> Research-> Rejections and suggestions->Resolve -> prototype-> Reuse

Rephrase: Its been seen that a solution for one problem, creates other problems..we are problem creators. In order to mitigate this trend, it’s very very important to know what problem one is addressing. Hence rephrasing an issue/need gap into a proper definition explaining what the innovation is aimed at,is extremely essential.

Research : Normally humans (inc. me ;)) have a bad habit of jumping to design solutions once the idea is struck. But one must understand that this world/system is in existence much before you were, so most of the times THE idea is already thought of or THE solution is already being designed.It is important for us to discover if idea/solution already exists. If it is , then don’t get depressed you can always build up and come up with upgradation/improvisation of that idea.If the idea isn’t implemented then u can smile and run shouting “Eureka Eureka”.

Research on relevant technology is essential.Research of which domains have solved similar problem(Cross domain approach) is essential.

Rejections and suggestions : According to me, innovation happens the best in teams. It requires multiple views , counterviews, suggestions and rejections .So if you have an idea discuss with your friends or collegues or experts and have multiple ideas for the same issue/needgap. Third party views and newcomer views often gives a different dimension to the idea.

Reconstruct: Once you have multiple ideas reconstruct your original idea considering all the views and come up with a foolproof concept.

Resolve : .Once you have a concept ready, implemention is involved in this stage. It could be full-fledged implementation or pilot or prototype.

Reuse : According to Meenaks The reuse stage involves “marketing” the innovation to others in the company (i would say society here ) for further adoption.

P.S People who want to build up on this framework are welcome to :)

Duniya ka naara...zame raho

2011-07-20T22:33:00.000-07:00

6.30 am ...(Actually its quite late ..but atleast she would like to think its 6.30 ;) its her life after all and her time ;) ) 'who cares about her uncombed hair and these dusty stairs she thought...she tried blowing the dust off the stairs but air was already pregnant with the moist so the dust din't budge !

She looked at the today's news paper and without even giving a thought she spread it on the stairs and sat on top of the happenings of the world !!

'If i think too much about the world the smoking hot coffee in the mug will get cold 'she thought.

She cupped the hot mug with both the hands and allowed the transfer of the warmth..but the cool air hit her eye lid forcing her to open her eyes !

It disturbed her while she was listening to "Kyun hawa aj yun gaa rahi hai" (veer zara)

She looked out of the window...the slashing rain was hitting the new born leaves, the ocher dried leaves, the yellow taxi tops,the brown puddles...the red silver helmets..the dull grey road !

'What d F'.She thought 'what is she doing here on stairs..shouldnt the rain hit on her dry and uncombed hair also ? and shouldnt she be in some mountains n valley n jungle n grasslanenjoying the rain ?' she cribbed ! 'Oh then what would happen to the coffee which was still hot ..only for her !' she thought and consoled her mind and ordered it to be happy the way things were!' She was super happy that the next two songs in her playlist were 'Boondon se batein' and 'Zindagi bhar nahi bhoolegi woh barsaat ki raat' She thought of lowering the frequency of her sips so that the coffee could last till the two songs got over.

but suddenly the next song she saw 'Duniya ka nara zame raho !' suddenly she jolted back !

'All the case studies n schedules n never ending 'to do' list flashed in front of her eyes'

She paused the current song ..gulped her coffee in one go...got off her a#* from the stairs ..dusted the newspaper ...closed the window ..ran up the stair and moved on ...

Outside,the rain still kept on hitting the new born leaves, the ocher dried leaves, the yellow taxi tops,the brown puddles...the red silver helmets..the dull grey road and

Inside it kept on hitting on the corner of her mind !

P.S : the she is meeee ...i know you would have already guessed that ;)

SCARE THEM

2011-03-25T08:51:00.000-07:00

Just read a mail on earth hour initiatives promoted by NITIE..and then my wierdly fertile mind yielded out some deviant and strange thoughts which i cant hold back ..so lemme scribble them and trouble you :)

SCARE THEM

Go green,Green Building, Save the earth,talk and walk, eco friendly products..eco this…eco that..earth this ..earth that …OMG OMG !!

All these activities – YES but are any of these pushing anyone to repair the ever leaking or rather ever flowing tap in shiroli,a small village in India ? and I am pretty sure there must be thousands and millions taps like these in the world. Are any of these initiatives pushing Ms Tina in Hiranandani complex to stop using superfluous amount of water while bathing ? Are any of these initiatives pushing meee to switch off the lights at night before sleeping ? BIG NO !

These initiatives are absolutely fine ! But absolutely NOT ENOUGH !! All these activities are perceived as tasks, responsibilities.Someone somewhere orders you and then you have to follow them…and then we harp that we are trying to save the earth.
Such initiatives will come and go but when will each man HIMSELF feel from within to save the mother earth. Lemme also tell the answer ..”NOT VERY SOON” Then how do you make him feel ??? Mission Impossible J

Then what do you do ? He he he…SCARE ! SCARE HIM !

HOW ?

SUPERSTITIONS ! Yes …create amazing superstitions ?

Superstitions are great drivers …Superstitions exsist in all the countries in some or the other form. Superstitions are eternal. Action over a superstations does not require much of an effort. Man follows superstitions without questioning.

The superstations can be :

“If light and fan remains switched ON while nobody is there in the room the last person to leave becomes poor ”

“If computer remains ON for more than 3 hours then the owner gets a shock in coming days “

“If one does not plant 3 trees in a year then his/her child is born blind”

You can go on and on..

I know you would be smiling or wondering that this is insane ! but inducing actually fear works. No advertising is required or no one has to push us.

Fear is one of the basic natures in humans. Fear is one of the basic reasons why thoughts get converted into actions. Man always lives with a sense of fear. Then why not exploit it?

Even today we praise our ancestors for some of the intelligent superstitions they left for us.
Then why not follow the same and gather at least some praises coz I am sure our future generations are going to curse us big time ! coz ..

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children. ~Native American Proverb

ESCAPE

2011-03-10T11:04:00.000-08:00

You have no clue how much elated i am to post this after such a loooooonnnnggg time.
You have no idea how much my hanky got wet when i pressed the edit post button
I am bacccckkkkk !!!
I have manny things to post about ..Mumbai,my lost mobile, the local, my classmates, my exams, my teachers,emotions and many more ...but hold on your horses .

Lemme post what i feel strongly now :)
Again a disclaimer ..its not a poem n neither a prose i dont know what it is ..n dont ask me i wont be able to.
Dont try to find the rhyme scheme ...there isnt any :)

With horizon in my eyes

Spreading my wings

Taking a leap

I wanna fly high

Looking down at the earth

I wanna laugh at my past

Taking a turn then

I wanna get lost

Soaring in the sky

Over the unknown sea

I wanna befriend the waves

And make lotta noise

Then succumbing to the gravity

With speed I wanna fall

Getiing hit by the breeze

I wanna get tired

Then Sitting at the coast

Listening to the splash

Feeling the cold breeze

I wanna feel my dear ones near.

--kastoor,Kas,Cas,kasdhut,kash

(Thats what my classsmates call me :) ..theres a story behind each one ...will have a post about them too ;) )

Dear Moradian Sir

2010-07-24T22:08:00.000-07:00

This post is regarding a lecture @ Welingkar's foundation fortnight.So I apologise to my non Welingkar readers if they are not able to connect :(

“Don’t miss Moradian Sir’s session! He will make you forget to go to the loo!!” said one of our seniors one day “Since then I had been eager to see who and how this Moradian fellow was ! I waited n waited to hear his name in next days speaker’s list. After the long wait on second last day of the fortnight they announced his name.I was super delighted…then they announced the time..8.30 -2.30..”Wahttt !!” I thought “Never ever sat in one place..for that loooong ..and that too on a Sunday!!”I panicked silently..feeling sad for my but*s :) But you see..'sala I had no CHOICE na :) :)'

Next day when we entered the auditorium, the fair Parsi* was setting up his laptop.He was ½ n hr ahead of his time. The scene was like the guest speaker was welcoming the audience :) When laptop was checked..presentation was checked …very neatly n systematically he folded his sleeves ….drank the black tea and started off...and left us mesmerized for the next 6 hrs(the 5hr session turned out to be 6).

The 6 hrs session was simply awesome and awesome to such an extent that even 6 days after the lecture we friends kept speaking Moradian statements…in Moradian style :)(n we are going to continue with the style).

Now speaking about his session, amidst his patent words “Sala bastard”** n “bloody engineers” n “Bumboo Theory” n “join my competitor” n “I am a safe maaan” n “houy houy houy” etc (“Alana falana dimka”) we dint even realize that the “Babu” was injecting in us so many practical serious operational concepts and business fundas.He made us study those boring graphs..which thanks to him din’t seem boring at all. We “pappu–shappus” never even realized,when and how he made us look into those serious statistics and numbers and “Shhukss”……those formulas....they are surely itched in some lobe of my brain :)

In a very cute manner repeating “Its not that I am unemployed” n “I am a 60 year old young man” he told so many stories and so many facts and so many experiences which literally left us mesmerised. Unlike others, he left the jargon stuff behind and dragged us down to our basics…acc to him

Conventional Wisdom = ((Stupidity)^n)^infinity.In fact..I would love to call him ‘An Epitome of pragmatism’. And “Buoy oh buoy” after the fun learning..the icing on cake for us were the slideshows of Robert Cooper ……10 on 10 …no wait …… 9 on 10 …Moradian Sir’s lecture deserves 10 on 10 :)We never realized that 6 hrs had flew by..we were ready to let another 6 fly….if he was gonna speak.But there also “sala we dint have any choice naaa :)”

Some beautiful highlights,concepts and insights from Moradian Sir’s lecture.(I never want to forget them so I wrote them here :))

• Costomer is my CEO.

• Customer pays my salary.

• I am not slave of customer ..drive your own market.

• Make money NOW and IN FUTURE.

(He made us repeat these 4 lines atleast 5 times during the course of his lecture)

• Let the Europeans buy the latest technology...we must buy secondhand….CAREFULLY.

• Never automate for automation sake…automate for presicision.

• Don’t optimize everything.

• Design logically

• People perform on what is measured and how frequently its measured.

• Become a “Khandani chor” and not a “Chindi chor”…See where the big money lies.

• Variety does not reduce productivity.

• Learn Maintainence..read catalogues.(Can you believe Moradian sir’s car has never experienced a speed of 110kmph just coz he had read the whole catalogue which said that the car performs best from 40-80 kmph!)

• Die Young ..as late as possible (Mr Moradian called his hair as platinum hair..loved his attitude!)

He has coined some amazing terms …

• MBWA : Managing By Wandering Around

• GOYA : Get Off your Ass (“Bloody bastard !” he followed)

• Animal design theory

• Sugarcane juice wala attitude (I can still recollect him saying“You think its over,but then that bloody Bastard .. along with 4-5 makkhies does one more PAAAS“

“I am seriously planning to opt for operations now”Said many, as the lecture got over that day.

Mr Moradian,on that Sunday not only taught us operational fundas but taught us a VIEW he taught us LIFE and that too in Morrradian style!

Loved you sir…waiting to hear from you more :) :)

*Fair Parsi : Mr BM’s one core value : “He refuses to recognize a person by his gender,colour,caste,religion, creed..coz man had no choice for this..he was born that way” he believes.

**Bastard : He safely uses this word coz Bastard means “Son of the King who isn’t a Prince :) :)”

P.S :Guys who haven’t attended his session,pray for your chance..SERIOUSLY !!

P.P.S :I have started brushing my teeth twice a day coz Mr BM said “Sala tum apne body ka maintainence nahi kar sakte what maintainence will you do of your machines :) :) "

Being Single

2010-06-07T11:54:00.000-07:00

Until a few months I loved my neighbourhood, I loved all the aunties.They were pretty cool.But the same cool aunties are trying to smother, bother, interfere and strangle my singlehood.

Few of them go ..’So girlie are u gonna make your parents work for you or have you already found some one ?” Some of them go “Deear ..whats your birthdate” Handful of them are like “Oh gosh you’ve grown thin, is it on some purpose..tell us who is he?” and the fury inside me boils silently,making me shout out loud in my mind”HELLO YOU OLDIES..NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! WHEN MYYYY OWN PARENTS ARE NOT PUSHING ME INTO IT ..WHY ARE YOU ALL??? “Damn this whole society…I wish man wasn’t a social animal ! (I even sometimes wish i wasnt a human ;)) Can’t these people see me cherishing my singlehood? Honestly speaking early/mid 20’s are real trying times for Indian girls(most of them) and I am one of those most ! There is marriage marriage marriage in the air ..everywhere in the society around a mid 20’s girl.

Albeit,very fortunately in my case marriage air isn’t running in my house but it spread in the neighbourhood.Just because of these uncool,smothering aunties !!!!..and so I have started detesting my nice neighbourhood...not wanting to attend any birthday parties, any functions, any meetings not even blood donation drives or clothes distribution drives coz I know they’ll go again with their crap !!So I try n be away !!

When I expressed my unrest to my married friend she said “Hey!cool down your engine buddy..why are u so hyper n upset ?? Nothing much changes when one is married”!! and I was like “He ha ha haa haa (Dr. Horrible’s sing along Style) GIRL …WERE YOU EVER SINGLE? Are u aware what you are speaking. Everything would change …..atleast for ME !” You know why ???....

Being single for me means …
• Being King of my own times.
• Being crazy, illogical,unreasonable,funny,carefree,impractical all the time without giving a damn to anybody.
• Never walking down the last two stairs,but jumping over them (I swear I used to do that in Company(Cogni) as well :))
• Wearing shorts (Long back I even wanted to shift to Europe or US…not to study or work but for their liberty to wear a half pant :))
• Drinking Pina Colada/Vaishali Cold coffee in one breath..bottoms up! (Oh come on! i have the decency to wipe off the foam moustache immediately when the friend in front tells me so you see I don’t embarrass anybody :) )
• Shopping crazily in mens section and shrugging and saying “So WHAT!!” to the salesman when he says “Mam this is a gent’s Tshirt !”
• Avoiding to look even at the door of beauty parlour.
• Secretly thinking of a date with Nathan Fillion.
• Trying out a dance step while seeing little kids dance in the reality shows.
• Shouting and hooting and booing while seeing a tennis match or a cricket match.
• Using F words every time the car crashes while playing NFS.
• Not taking bath till I complete half the book I started reading in the morning.
• Loud bathroom singing esp. Kishore Kumar’s Yodeling and peppy songs.
• Having a burp competition with my bro and father :)
• A quickie weird Ganpati dance if I get a LOD(Level of Difficulty) III sum correct.
• Sitting behind my brother’s bike and speeding down the college road when he is checks out chicks and i check over the chicks he checks out :)
• Forgetting to comb my hair sometimes (it doent matter much..they r quite manageable)
• Visiting the nursery just to play with the Grey den -Jonnie.
• Fighting with mom for not wearing a gold ring (But I lost :) unfortunately !)
• Enjoying the morning 5.30 or night’s 12.30 breeze all alone.

So you see for me,being single is like being in my comfort zone….I have absolutely no problem with this comfort zone.I am cherishing every moment of my singlehood..so isn’t it a great reason to be upset if someone is trying to pull you out of your comfort zone ?

All that my friend said was "You’ll know” But I preferred not listening to that ..and left her place with my bag of fury,wrath and unrest. I have just emotied it in this post..Now i feel much better :)

You know what .......I going to take 50-60 printouts of these blog post and next time when some aunty asks me my age or how much cooking I know or give me weird manipulating looks
I am going to handover her this printout right away !
What say guys ????

Love
Shinde

P.s : For my dear AUNTIES : NONE OF YOUR BUSINESSSSSSSSSS !!! GRRRRRR (eyes red with fury)
P.P.S: For others (single) we can start a meme :What’s being single for you ??you can write it in comments and for those who are not single –what are you missing the most of your singlehood ?
P.p.p.s : If you think if you have just known me better by these facts....you have noooo idea ;) he he ha ha ha

He he ha ha ha

2010-06-02T03:21:00.001-07:00

Guys recently i had an affair at a dentist's ;)
Got a painful root canal done and coated my tooth with a ceramic cap.
For that the doc had to prepare my handsome dentures..after the work was done
he said "These babies are of no use for me....i hand it over to you" and he gave me these dreadful,horrifying, frightning dentures making me wonder ..do i carry THESE in my mouth ?
so presenting to you my dentures ...

But then when i took them in my hand i felt as part of my skeleton was ripped right away when i was alive

I dint want to throw them either coz i had paid for them so heres what i did to them :)

I took them to the doc then..he smiled, raised his brow and said "Whoa now these babies are of some use to me and he placed them right in his showcase. NOW my dentures will grace the doc's showcase FOREVER he he ha ha ha.

P.S : dare if anybody says aything to my teeth !

From NO to YES

2010-05-30T14:09:00.000-07:00

Guys before you start reading the actual post let me clarify some things...

I absolutely have no idea why i am writing this post
I also dont know who told me to write it then
I dont feel that anybody will understand what i have written...
In case if anybody does....lucky you ..you will be eligible to apply in NSA (National Security Agency, America) to crack those mysterious codes ;) lol.
Guys, Its neither a poetry nor a prose...i dont know what it is
Maybe it is my mind's lingo....
I know i am sounding insane but i cant stop my mind from thinking
n ya.....please dont unfollow me after reading this insane post...it sometimes happens to the wierd inside me :)
so bear with me this time n here i go......

From NO to YES
Woman of substance u think are you ?
I shouted quietly n asked myself once...

Being surprised as to why on earth the question asked
i waited for myself ...as getting an answer was not at all an easy task

Memories flashed n events recollected..
Remembered the successes n mistakes were highlighted

Every moment of life was analysed
and finally there came an answer

YES and NO
Yes was welcome but NO disturbed the core

I couldnt ask myself - "Why the damn NO?"
coz I myself already knew the reson for that answer so

Disgusted by the reasons for that damn NO
I cursed the real culprit fragile and uncontrollable mind
which was of my very very own.

When gloomy n doomy all i was
the 'YES' which lingered in the background suddenly popped up and said

'Dont sulk my dear..for you i am always there'
Together we will turn stones and make a way for the damn NO
to go forever go away..

Happily i agreed with an optimism gushing out..
here i am talking the support of the YES to knock the NO out.

Now I know few days later when i will ask the same question
Woman of substance u think are you ?

I know pat the answer will come "YES YES YES'

P.S : you are free to post your interpretations ....provided u have time... as i have no itentions to waste your time on this :)

MUMBAI or BOMBAY

2010-05-01T06:02:00.000-07:00

One dear friend, some days ago said ‘You know what,I am going to call Mumbai as Bombay’ .I produced a fake smile(awkward discussion) and said ‘Ya sure u can! Bombay sounds much cooler !!’.’Oh nooo’ he said ‘Its not the question of acoustics.. i’ll do this with a purpose to hurt some elements in the society..” Now,me being in a mortal body,bound by stupid manmade boundries,and a certain instilled emotion called ‘feeling of belonging’ for a particular state(Maharashtra) made me feel a bit gloomy.
But then he quoted some facts and I was left with “AGREED BOSS..YOU CAN !!”

The facts were…

• Mumbai were soggy,desease-prone,deserted,wastelands and of no ones interest.

• First they were possessed by Sultan of Gujarat..he dint want them and passed these soggy islands to the Portuguese.

• The Portuguese dint want them either ..so they gifted these islands to the British.

• The British were not that interested so they passed them on to East India Company.

• Parsees,Gujratis,Suratis and Bohris were the first ones to start trading from Mumbai.

• So Mumbai was never owned by Marathas...so they cant claim themselves as owners.

I absolutely agreed that history…But, But as I walked away thoughts ran in my mind !Question Marks started jumping !

If Parsees and Gujratis were the ones to start the trade, where were they when the city was being renamed??

I decided to dig in this some more ..I thought that I just cant keep gulp down history and sit quietly so I decided to clarify the present and came up with
second set of facts …

• Though Parsees and Gujratis were the first ones to land for trade the original inhabitants were Kolis (Marathi(dialect) speaking fishing community).

• Before Independence Bombay was a huge area even comprising of some of the princely states.In 1955 when Mahrashtra and Gujrat were split … Bombay Citizens' Committee, an advocacy group comprising of leading Gujarati industrialists lobbied for Bombay's independent status.

• There was a protest during the movement in which 105 people were killed by police.

• Bombay State was reorganised on LINGISTIC lines on 1 May 1960.

• Gujarati-speaking areas of Bombay State were partitioned into the state of Gujarat and Marathi speaking areas went to Maharashtra.

So I decided to call up my friend and tell him “Hey Mr …The Mumbai you see today was legally partitioned on the basis that....Majority were Marathi speaking public in that area ,at that time so Marathi people can legally claim the ownership.

BUT! BUT! BUT ! fortunately I DINT CALL ..(Thank God my weird mind thinks at least a gazillion times before speaking !)

Here is what I thought ....

"WHO ACTUALLY CARES ? “ Absolutely no one !!

Tommorow, if most of the locals start calling Mumbai as Bombay no one will pay a heed or
Tomorrow if most of the letters in the post office have address as ‘Bombay’ on them, it will absolutely make no difference to anybody.
Its only when people,somebody like Karan johar say Mumbai as Bombay a brouhaha will be created ...just because this can be taken up as a headline and certain elements can use this as a means to stay in news !!!

So all this ‘being in news by some or the other ways’ is all for political gains.

This name game and all region specific issues are just to polarize the society,divide their views and thoughts,highlight opinion difference among the citizens,strengthen their political sides and create unrest amongst we civilians.

So until and unless you become a somebody you are free to call MUMBAI as BOMBAY !!!

The only sad part is.. in this name game who are the real loosers are ? Its us, the Maharastrians whose wrong image is being sketched in front of others just because of the few of them. Today when I hear someone say “Maharashtrains aren’t co-operative or they are not of adjusting nature (just because of these few)”, IT PAINS …moreover we cannot counter them because some unwelcome events are testimony to what they say !

Its not that… I am not proud of Maharashtra or Marathi..Of Course I am ..TO THE CORE !!! ..but I don’t support the disgraceful things which are done in the name of it !

I don’t like the fake,typical image they have carved of that of a MARATHI MANOOS.

We are NOT all that BAD as we are pictured..I hope you all realize that when you come across the Marathis.

Now that you all have come across me let me say this “Peeeooopple, you are free to say anything reasonable to me coz I know no one cares ….What I care is and proud of is..that I know you and I hope you feel the same!” Be happy,Be safe,Njoy, Don’t get stuck in unnecessary issues :)

Happy Maharashtra Day

Love,

Shinde

Interesting Derivation ...

2010-04-15T09:43:00.000-07:00

I read two axioms today...

1. A woman dresses up to impress men.
2. A woman’s wardrobe is characterized by pinks and floral prints.

Read them again ...
Firstly do you agree to the two ?
If you dont, then read furthur...
Secondly just think what u can derive after you combine these two ???
If you cant then read furthur ....

As you aaaalll know that I have a bad habit to think over any crap,I thought over these two axioms and came up with an interesting analysis....

Axiom1
Women dresses up to impress men.

As for me, currently this axiom is a holy shit as I never wear anything to impress anyone!!!

But, But,But if I think generically this cliché is absolutely TRUE .

I remember my aunt saying once while buying a saree “Owww! I like this this color but your uncle doesn’t :( so I wont opt for this one”

One of my roommate once said “I know, I wear this top like a thousand times !!Actually I hate it but my boyfriend loves it “

and everytime I shouted mutely …“Hellow ladies ..Have you just lost your LIKES and DISLIKES ??"

But NOW as I think over it I realize that they are just trying to make the person happy whom they love.So god forbid who knows one fine day i MIGHT think the same ??

Anyways as for now I completely agree with this line …WOMEN DO DRESS UP TO IMPRESS MEN.

I hope you agree with it too .Now lets move on to...

Axiom 2

A woman’s wardrobe characterized by pinks and floral prints.

NO OBJECTIONS for this one too .

Maximum girls do have pinks and floral tops !!

I hope you agree with this one too.

But NOW NOW NOW if i combine 1 and 2 this is what I derive…

WOMEN WEAR PINK AND FLORAL TOPS JUST TO IMPRESS MEN J

That means its actually GUYS who like PINKS AND FORAL PRINTS !!

So its Guys who are pink lover and flower admirers be it on women or whatever ....

But lookig at these axioms this is what I can say ...

If you deny this analysis than one of the axiom goes wrong and if one of the axiom goes wrong then you are arguing the toss n saying that sun rises from west !!!

WHAT SAY GUYS(the pink/flower lovers :) ) ???? and girls support me.

P.S : What if I go furthur and say its guys who are soft n emotional and its gals who are rough !!!

P.P.S :Dare if anybody calls me crrazzzzzy ......you dot need to tell the thing I already know ;)

Out in the fields...

2010-04-12T23:44:00.000-07:00

Now I know after reading the title,most of you must have scrolled down to see the photos …Well If you haven’t, then hats off to your patience !! Now don’t scroll to see OK.Let me explain….

When I say weekends, its always about sleeping more,exercising more, shopping,fighting over Sunday times with d roomies,watching dozens of movies ,cooking food at home and reading quarter or half a novel…

But this weekend was quite different..Quite quite quite different ..Since I work as a content writer for Art Of Living website I got a golden opportunity to visit Chimbli, a small village near Pune and and write a report on it.It was an experience of a lifetime to listen to the joys and sorrows of those innocent and sauve villagers.It was wonderful to know their lifestyle .It was great to come out of the goodie goodie urban lifestyle and be among those villagers ..understanding their work, listening to their grievances and getting connected to the roots (India is a land of villages.)

Life is so so different out there…

Its so much more than filling IT returns
or checking out SALE in the mall
or updating the playlist in your mobile/ipod
or fussing about gym
or cribbing over the petite savings
or waiting for Promotions …

Its total different world out there …
World with lack of water but world with abundant love.
World with frequent power cuts but world continuous flow of goodwill.
World with less demands ..world ofsimplicity ..world of hardwork..world of negligence ..world of ignorance …world of sacrifices ..world of restrictions …and world soooo small..

There are some 15-20 Yuvacharis(Art of Living volunteers) in the village who are working for upliftment of the village.The visit was all about knowing their activities and encouraging them and here are some of my Kodak moments…

All set to become a farmer ..getting to know about the chemical free farming.

The result of chemical free farming…good yeild…good shelf life of crop…good market…good money.

Now look at the chemical free groundnuts OK and not the bangle …For those who know me, firstly the bangle isn’t mine ..and I wore it just coz I thought in Rome be like Romans and dint want to feel out of place OK..and dare if anybody teases me on that

Chemical free farming is possible only if one has the Indian holy cow.
Some interesting facts : Hybrid cow = 20% cow, 60% pig, 20% horse
One Indian cows dung is more than enough to provide manuare for 30 acres of land.
The yuvacharis have built a goshala and have brought 13 cows of different breeds from Gujrat.
(Devni,Gir,Lal Khillar to name a few breeds) (Wow !! with that I know something other than ….different type of ORA errors / difference between ORACLE 9i and 10g :mr green:
Preparing fertilizers from cow dung and Go mutra (cow urine)..I learnt to prepare 2 fertilizers
Jeevamrut and Dash parni Ark (10 leaves tonic) ..Those of you who wanna know the recipe ..contact me

Knowing about the smoke free Chulah ….The Yuvacharis have helped about 60 families to install these chulahs ..so you see Chimbli is all set to go green ..What are we waiting for !! and for those who know me…relax I dint cook !!

The Yuvacharis …n me . This was shot from a hill where you could get the view of the whole village.

From a distance I could see the cement jungle ready to encroach the village….I was sad about that

The baccha party inc me

I loved his eyes…He was chhhoooo cute..

The satvik cat and me…It was a pure veggie cat who ate only corn,tomamto and leafy vegetables and allegedly he prefers all to be chemical free ;).. it says in the temple and it seems that he never mixes with the other cats and attends all the pujas in a very disciplined manner !! Some of them also worship this cat !!! Strange !

The people of the village were so sweet that they loaded our car with whole lot of vegetables and fruits enough for the whole week.

It was a great great Experience !

Youngistaan Ka WOW!

2010-04-12T02:52:00.000-07:00

Hey guys..this isn't my usual post. So this time you can be relieved that my thoughts are not going to eat up ur head !
This is my entry for youngistaan ka WOW contest.
I had to nominate 4 of my funniest posts(damn difficult maaan)..and in the fifth post I had to answer this question - If you were the game master, what challengze would you like to throw to Ranbir? (To find out what the game is, check out http://www.youngistaan.com/)For example, ask Ranbir how he would get to a Pepsi if it is 15 feet underwater and there is no one in sight to help him (he is water phobic!).
So folks my 4 of my entries are..
other side
in the life of zero
today
mirrors

And my answer to the question is.....

After following map and overcoming all the dangerous hurdles in jungle Ranbir finally finds the cave where Pepsi bottle can be found .The Pepsi is right there on the Kings chair ! But there is an istruction stating that,If the bottle is lifted,the door of the cave closes immidietly and venomous snakes fall from the ceiling! How will Ranbir drink the pepsi and escape from the cave too ?

CANT STOP LOVING MICA

2010-03-30T22:52:00.000-07:00

Finally after 5 long days I am back to normal Kasturi again. These 5 miserable days people around me were shouting ‘Come on Kasturi …You can Bounce Back’ and I felt like ‘Ya right ..I wanna bounce back ! ..but so hard that I attain the escape velocity and flee this hopeless,aimless earth..I don’t wanna live’ This was all because 26th March 2010 at 5.15 MICA rejected me by saying a big SORRY.

That SORRY…took away my life which I had been living for 6-7 months ..that SORRY shattered my dreams which I had been not only seeing but also living for 6-7 months now…That SORRY took away all my hopes..my future..my Smile (So not me :)) !! I just couldn’t get over that SORRY.

I was a biggest MICADICT ever known to me :) .To give you instances...

I dreamt of playing baddy in MICA.

I dreamt of me,cheering for MCL team in a match against IIMs.

I dreamt myself to be a part of SANKALP,MICANVAS.

I even dreamt of patting and scolding and playing with ROXY,the gr8 :)

I pictured myself sleeping and dreaming in those MICA classrooms.

I had even taken a pledge to never eat a pizza in MICANTEEN!! You can imagine how attentively I had mugged up CHUCKs and UTSAV’s thread on PG.

I even dreamt of packing bags for MICA.

I read and reread the brochure so many times that now if you ask me to list down the faculty members I would even tell their qualifications and that too in Print order ;) (Dare if anyone tells me to do that )

But Its all over! I still cant believe that I have to order my brain to stop dreaming those MICA dreams ! GOSSH its so hard…Who on the earth said Dreaming was good???.who?? who?? who ?? I am gonna kill him and if he is already, then I am gonna dig up his grave and leave it as is ….GRRR.

Giving up dreaming is soo hard and then there are so many thing which just don’t allow you to

For eg..I can see those piles of India Today,Reader’s Digest and Outlooks (n what!!!Only 2 FILMFAREs beside)there inside my cupboard which I had avidly read during the prep.

As I open my laptop I see those innumerable folders prefixed with MICA....MICA_gk,MICA_puzzles,MICA_idioms,MICA _pschyo :) and MICA_whatnot . Its really so difficult to Shift delete them :)

As I open my browser my Favourites menu bar is all occupied by MICA material sites. Its so hard to remove them from there :)

Its still so hard to give up the habit of silently reading those MICA threads on PG over and over again :)

Its so hard to place that dear brochure in the stack of daily newspapers ready to go in scrap.

Its so hard to not think of those missed weddings and missed outings and all those missed episodes of so many sitcoms.Gosh.

Its really difficult to forget MICA..but after these 5 days,I have to…

Since MICA dint tell me what went wrong I have finally pushed it over on my Destiny (unfortunately).I honestly tried my best to shape my own destiny but may be I was destined to do so :)!! But I am not gonna give up so easy …No..I wont be preparing for MICAT next year :) but I am moving on with my life…but I know and believe that SOME DAY..I am gonna make it BIG and gonna be CALLED/INVITED by MICA and this is a promise from me (guys do not forget my name ;))

These premier institutes do make mistakes once in a while ..RK Narayanan was rejected by JJ School of arts ! I forgive MICA to have made that same mistake in my case :) !!! But its OK ..I still love it :) and so you all will see me there when MICA calls me!
(Its not that ..grapes aur sour for me and I have an attitude problem ...I am saying all this, just coz there are personal obligations and I cannot give MICAT next year:( :( )

Finally…

ALL CALL GETTERS...just realize the value of what you have in your hand …It’s the thing which thousands of like me are dying for ..so Best of Luck ..be the Best and convert the call ..Let MICA get the best !!

For all those who dint get a call and are preparing for MICAT next year “All the very best” …and for all those are not preparing for MICAT next year “BOUNCE BACK and MOVE ON”.

And for MICADDICTs like me “Never stop loving MICA” .

Love,
Kasturi

In the life of a forward

2010-03-22T23:28:00.000-07:00

“Now I know that I’ve come in your inbox again…but that doesn’t mean that you become so pissed off ,make a murky face and brutally kill me by Shift-Delete. Its not that I love your gloomy face either .It’s Someone with gloomy face like yours has sent me to you…so curse that person and not me.And moreover even if you delete me I wont be restricted.I ll drop in some other time !!!:-)

I hate when people say”Oh!!!!these Forwards!!!!”...Hellooow !!Excuse me !I don’t have any interest to grace your mailbox OK…. but unfortunately I cant avoid it also ….

I am very faithful servant of the sender. I go whenever,wherever and carry whatever he gives me ..sometimes viruses also. Sometimes people dress me up with useful information which very few people think of reading ..sometimes people dress me up with pictures which ppl only scroll down (that too midway) and don’t even have patience to scroll till end.Sometimes network glitches do come in my way …but somehow I manage to reach the destination.

As for me my age is more than your age now. From the time I’ve been born I am just travelling from one inbox to other.Only that’s the aim in my life.One deletes me.the other fowards me.So anyways I am alive some or the otherways..No one gets inspired,no one cares for me.No one treats me specially.Those formal work mails of yours always tease me as they go in those special folders and we….in the recycle bins !!!

But I am a great optimist I know that I have more value than those imp mails.Just imagine that whole day you keep on receiving those bore work emails and not a single casual forward !!! You would go mad...so even if you neglect me I know that I have distracted you and brought you out of the work for a couple of seconds.So I am responsible for maintaining your mental balance.So I don’t care what impotance I get !Mind It !!So Stop giving me dirts and stop staring and Forward me so that I can handle some one else’s mental balance now !!!

Out of the life of forward ..its me,Kasturi again saying ...
Next time you get a forward instead of getting pissed off !Just think your mind needed that !!!

Experience will teach them

2010-03-21T23:59:00.000-07:00

Just yesterday,I read an ariticle by Anupam Kher where in he says that money cant buy happiness.Agreed ..Yes boss ! at the first thought ..but then suddenly I thought twice and now..if you ask me I would say ‘YES’ for those who have it and ‘NO’ for those who don’t.

I feel that every person should undergo both the feeling in his/her lifetime.
I agree that it’s a truth that Money cant buy happiness…but this truth should be arrived at. Gradually.And, not to be considered right away at once just because everyone says so!

Just by saying or knowing that money can’t buy happiness, the poor cannot stop yearning for it and wait for happiness to come to them .It will be like sour grapes if they do that.

Same is the case with the rich,just after realizing that money cant buy happiness they simply cant relinquish all their money they have…It will be stupidity if they do that.

It’s a stark reality that 70% of the total wealth in the world is acquired by mere 5% people on the earth and there are way more number of poor people on this earth striving for these basic necessities than 5% of people.If you tell them that money cant buy happiness ..they will say "then give your money to us".

Since the 1st grade we have been learning that the basic necessities of man are food,cloathing and shelter.Well, how do you get them?? You need money to get them,unless you are an aboriginal !
Then there are some who have these basic needs but are striving to maintain those basic needs ..how do they do that ! Money !
Then there are some who require more than the basic needs,the luxury..how do they get that..Money !

Now you may say..”oh Kasturi you are so shallow ..hapiness does not always lie in Material things …grow up “!

People ..wait ...I know..I know ..I know ….but you all are saying this …just because you all have already experienced the feeling with the material things,you all have experienced the temporary phase but some people haven’t got a chance to experience even that ! What about them ??? We cant just tell them that things dont give happiness ..they will have to experience that for themselves !!
And speaking about those who say money cant buy happiness...
At some point or the other every person does see happiness in material things, be he rich or poor..If that wasn’t true then after some point of time, everyone would have renounced everything they had or they might have never purchased anything after realizing that materials do not give happiness.
But does that happen??No..Even today dont we see Bill Gates travelling in jet and enjoying luxury??

In a nutshell what I want to say ..We people created money as our basic means and we ourselves just cant devaluate it by saying that money can't buy something.
Today,the whole world is driven by money and one just cant stay behind ..saying that whats the use of money if it can't give us happiness.
Man himself has created such circumstances that at some point or the other he does require money for some of his needs.I am sure for a happy man also, lack of money will be a cause of concern sometime..unless he is a saint.

Those who want to earn money let them earn ..those who dont want to earn let them dont...experience will teach them..
I wrote this post just because I cant always accept and nod my head with whatever is being said !
Well as for me ...balance is the key :)

I have taken a step : Youth Congress

2010-03-19T10:14:00.000-07:00

I am no different than those youth,who at 23, are bursting with the thought that world can be theirs and they can make a great difference.In my case, that world is confined to India.Long Long ago,before I was a youth I felt that I can be the prime minister of India ..i remember,back then in 3rd i even wrote a composition 'If I were a PM' and had got the spelling of 'discrimination' wrong :)

Things Changed and ..'I started understanding !'

The first thing,as a small girl I understood that to be a PM one had to join politics and I understood that Politics isnt a career for a fresher unlike doctor or engineer for which one had to study and obtain a degree !! That left me with a big question hovaring in my mind 'Then what was I supposed to do/study for to join politics ?? My small mind found the question ultra difficult and I gave up..So when people asked me...... 'Beta,what you want to become when you grow big ?' I changed my answer from PM to an Engineer :) a legacy of my father ....but still,somewhere in the corner of mind I never wanted to take up job like my fathers, who worked with non living things...the circuits....for the whole day!! (I thought I loved people ..I thought that they atleast praise when someone works for them but circuits do not :) :) ) Anyway,i ignored that corner of my mind.

But then things changed again and I started understanding more ..

By this time I had revised the later answer(engineer) again and again and the former (PM) became blurr and was pushed in an unattentive part of my barin and without caring much about it I found myself busy with my school tests, the rat race around,my atheletics matches,my tennis matches and slowly politics became a big NO..NO and major reasons being that I never understood the boring headlines of the newspapers...and I never understood why people fought in that green-brown archaic room with low hanging fans ??

But then things changed again and I started understanding some more ...

By this time I started understanding the headlines ..(not editorials though) I understood why those people fought in the green brown room..and I very well understood that they fought even outside.
I understood from what I read..I heard ..I discussed and came to a conclusion politics is a brat's game altogether..people join politics for own selfish reasons or people who dont know anything know everything about politics or people who have their mothers and fathers in it join politics soo for me politics was now like ..."EEEEKs I hate poilitics" !
This feeling remained unchanged for quite a long time until....

Things changed and I started understanding some what more ...

I became a Computer Engineer and started working with the non living things! Even though I worked with the thinking machines which were far better than circuits at least :) I still thought/felt that I loved people much more than these non livings. I loved listening to them ..I loved organising events for them..i loved guiding them..i loved thinking for them ..i loved fighting for them..i loved questioning others just for them...i loved seeing them happy around me. This feeling was much much better than a fixing a bug !! It was then when I realised that it was the time to find answer to the long lost question.
Even before I heard Shashi Tharoor or Rahul G say that middle class should take interest in Politics I was of the same opinion as theirs ..I started feeling that Politics is not all that bad and it requires the middle class to jump in..and when I had heard ST and RG and many more say that Politics did require the middle class ...my feeling strengthened. and the word which was once pushed in one corner of my brain (PM)...started dancing right behind my thoughts .Suddenly i decided to join politics...Youth congress.

As usual things changed and I started understanding in real sense...

One fine day I declared that I was filling form of youth congress and everyone in the house was zapped ! Hell broke down for all of them !! There was a huge hue and cry about my decision ..lots of difficult questions followed which made me think seriously before i submitted the form...and left me with the a feeling "Am i doing the right thing !!!"

The questions were ..

Everybody says that it is a puddle of dirty water at the low level ...how are you gonna survive to get to the top???
You are an unmarried,unsecured,just started living,naive to the world of politics and most importantly a young girl like a glass vessal ..who will protect you ??Who will gaurd those guards out there ???(You know moms :) but this time it was my dad too :) )
You are a middle class girl whose father,brother,mother or even a distant relative is not a MLA,MP or for that matter even a simple ward counciler...who will guide you ?????
What if you had to compromise your ethics , would you ??
When you know you cannot change the system ...why go into it???
Whom will you rely on ???
What if tommorrow something adverse happens ??

I could hear my mother cry and say 'See Kasturi, we do not have those super contacts like other people ! If god forbid, some adverse condition crops up..me a poor housewife and your father a poor soul wont be able to do annnnnnything..except giving up our lives ..For us only things we have with us are ..our ethics and you both (me n my bro) ..U both happy and we are happy ...then you decide ?
The night was restless but me being a true optimist never looked at the side they were trying to show me ...i knew firmly that the next day I was going to submit the form.
I silenced everyone @ home with my enthu ,confidence and my convincing capabilities..
I had realised that I had only one life with me and I could take chance only in this one ..i assured them that i will draw limits for myself and not get hyper about it..I told them I'll continue working with the non livings and just do my small bit !! Without thinking more I went and submitted the form of youth congress.

Things dint change and I dint know whether I ever understood anything ??

I was now a software proffesional and a member of youth congress..In their first meet they proudly introduced me to many of their members ..most of them ,the superior sex and hardly any women
(which made me uncomfy :( though ).Most of them were introduced as nephew of 'XYZ' ward councillor,daughter of 'ABC' minister,cousin of 'LMN' ward councillor which terrified and petrified me...coz I had no one like that .A chill ran down my spine and I kept giving fake smiles.But without having any furthur prejudices with an open mind i attended the meeting I heard their agenda,their motives,aims and plans ...and things changed !

I was assured that ...though they werent people with ipods ..
though they werent people who used deos ..
though they werent people with inshirts and orderly trousers ..
though they werent people with those sophisticated looks ...
though they werent people I am used to seeing around me ....
THEY WERENT THAT BAD ..THEIR THOUGHTS WERENT THAT BAD.

I am ultra ultra happy that I had taken the right decision and at least had taken a small(smallest) step towards accomplishing my dreams.I know its a long..long...long journey ..and though I wont be able to become a PM..I will be happy that at least I am doing my bit for my world !

Now wait..I dont understand wether what I feel is correct or is it too early to feel like that :) :)
Time will tell ...Waiting for things to change furthur :) :) Wish me luck guys :)

NOTE :

At times those horrifying questions DO crop up in my mind and shivers DO run in my spine.
I am sad about one fact ..that today I kept those questions aside and took a really audacious step but there are thousands who are willing but still have got stuck up with those questions which are occluding/preventing them to enter politics ...and unfortunately I dont have a slightest idea ...what I can do for it ..except for writing this post :( :( May be Shashi tharoor and Rahul Gandhi can come up with a solution :)
Dont think that I understand everything about politics now..I still have problem in understanding some editorials and god knows what will happen once I start understanding them.
I have said that I cannot be the PM just because I still feel that you need a godfather in politics and I am still searching for one :) Anybody out there ???????????????????????????????????Helllowww ??

YUM UFF..Whose en ..whose out..whatever !! {MF Hussain}

2010-03-15T11:37:00.000-07:00

Read about MF Hussain.Read both the sides ..For and Against.

Speaking about MF as an artist I am a nobody to comment on his work.He is one of the masters of his own field and the awards and accolades he has brought for India speak of his forte.I can't speak also because I haven't seen all of his paintings and I cant speak also coz I dont know under which circumstances he has drawn those paintings as I read that he has also painted against British rulers during the pre Independence period.

But speaking about MF Husain as a person, I cannot help,but say that he is an irresponsible citizen of India.He should have realised that, if his paintings are harming the nation's integrity or creating unrest amongst some particular community, then there is no point making such paintings .But but but instead of realising this,he continued to pinch the same community again and again. Hence all these consequences have followed.

I know that an artist has freedom of expression,but a commercial and world reknown artist like MF should definitely keep his audience in mind while painting and just cant allow his mind go any where.I mean, even while writing this blog a novice and noone like me thinks ..what my followers will like and what they'll not (though they r not many) then why someone like MF cant?
Doesnt he want to make his audience happy ??And if he paints something inspite of knowing that it will make most of his audience sad then he should be fine to digest all kinds of reactions and either stop making a fuss of those reactions or stop making such kind of paintings.According me its a nature's rule that one can spread sadness for long, and if MF thinks that he'll make hindus sad by painting these then he is not apt for the 'survival of the fittest' racein India .Deriving happiness from someone's sadness is utterly inhumane.

Now I (we hindus) know that depicting nudity is not obscene..I (we) am (are) that mature enough. I (we hindus) know that it is the purest suit ,one was born with and I (we hindus) have no problem gods being showed nude ..in some temples we do have them shown nude..but what I (we hindus) object is MF Hussain's own concepts of nudity and the intentions with which he makes a character nude ..Now acc. to him ....

Clothed : Love/I have no problems : : Nude : hatered/I have problems !!!

Now, this is something I (we) truely object ..he simply cannot let us imbibe these concepts-of-his through his paintings ..I (we hindus) are absolutely not going to tolerate that !Hence all the incidences against MF have followed !

But...

In 2006 MF quit the 'survival of the fittest' race in India and went to have a race somewhere else..(London<->Dubai)...It should have been a matter over for India.Now let him get a quatarian citizenship or Mangolian one ..we dont care ..He has done his part for India (his other non controvercial paintings)and we have done ours (conferred him with Padma Bhushan,Padma Vibhushan,Raja Ravi Varma etc) so its a win-win and theres no point chewing over the same chapter again and again ! India will gain nothing as far as I can see unless there is some political relevance whichI cant see :(
(I absolutely have no views on what govt should have done ! What it shouldn't have and what it has done!)I just know one thing that there is no point in thinking of bringing MF back or even discussing over it ..or cribbing over how Indians have reacted and how they should have !( I know I shouldnt have written this blog either ;) ;) ) .But seriously theres no point pulling the same thread again and again..

-His official website has been Forbidden in India.
-His wikipedia information has been changed (Indian born Quatarian artist)
-He has accepted the citizenship already.
-He is 92 year old quataran now and there is no point having differences amongst we fellow Indians over him.India is a young country and should move on to other much more important issues.

Now ..if he again says that 'you can move MF out of India but cannot move India out of MF'..then I'll say Mr. MF, first behave like a responsible Indian.We would proudly like to own your works ..provided they are sensible and appealing to all audience!You can come back and spend your last days on your very own land provided you and your paintings venerate that land and every single being living on it !If yes ...then you r welcome !!

P.s : Hey wait u know...u were on Kasturi's blog and simply can't leave the blog so serious!!! So allow me to bring the notorious me back..My mind simply cannnooot sustain such serious thougts ...u all know :)...So now what this Kasturi has to say about MF ????? "Arey,LET GO !! At least he thought n knew a great deal about our gods and godesses !!! Now how many of you even think or know about his ?? An artist's only prolog so serfound thoughts get converted into his paintings ..so I am happy that even in his profoundest thoughts he thinks about our Gods :) :)..So LEAVE and let (him) live wherever he is :) :) ...Now ..here 20 maoists have stolen 60 tonnes of Ammonium Nitrate ..so beware"

Ps Ps : You know What I did ..shhhhh .....I saved a copy of MF's semi nude Bharat Mata and dressed her in paint and signed as KS :) ha ha ha (ya,I knw I am nuts :) )!!

Waaannnh my chair :(

2010-03-11T11:29:00.000-08:00

OHhhhhhhhhh noooooooo Daaammnn !! my chair is gone !!
Hey its not about THE powerwala chair haan its about my chair on which i sit the whole day and code incessantly.Its been captivated by my team lead !!
Shaah ! It was my beloved one ! I was so fond of it ! I was so comfortable on it ! I used to love it soo much ! It was equivalent to the “singhasan “ for me.
But now its gone and I can do nothing but see it behind me .I am soo uncomfortable sitting on this stranger one !

(Now dear readers ..I know I might sound crazy,Frenzy,jug-head,crack pot and a nut in the furthur post..but I am not used to hold back my feelings so you'll have to bear with me n ya sorry for breaking the link :))

So where was I ? My chair got captivated and I am broken heart.
Whenever I look at it ..I feel the chair say...
"Hey !! I dint like my new owner please take me back I want YOU to sit on ME”
I felt as if it is spreading its handrests and calling me …and saying
“Dear Kasturi please save me from this new one on me .
YOU were the one who gave me full respect,this new one doesn’t care about me.
I don’t matter for him.I am just a matter for him.
I want you... I remember how unnerved YOU used to be when someone else sat on me.
I remember how your heart skipped a beat when YOU found me misplaced.
I remember how blissful YOU felt when you sat on me.
I felt so pampered with YOU but this one doesn’t think about me a single pence ..so have me ..at once..now!”

(Now stop thinking fool of me )

But strange,Isn’t it !!! I never knew my chair played a so much part in my life ..to tell you seriously I am not able to concentrate on my work !(I know that’s bad..but Its good to be honest).After every half n hr I am looking back forlornly at my chair and hearing new things from it.

(Now,my frenzy mind goes again so beware :) its my turn to talk to my chair and I owe some words for my chair :) )

“Dear Coushy..(Thats what Ive named it .. Coushy for my Tooshy.. Thats what I keep sayin !!!)
I feel for you as Fedrer feels for his racket..
I feel for you as Picasso feels for his brush ..
I feel for you as Shakespere feels for his pen .
I feel for you as Lance feels for his bike …..
You brought a smile on my face and I'll get you soon :) ”

(Thats it ! Now you can relax !Its time to get serious..)

I never realized that my productivity shares a fraction with my chair…
I never realized ,that “feeling of belonging“ for materialistic things ..can be such intensive that it can have a psychological effect.
N I don’t see anything wrong in that .
Today I will work …but after every half n hr a small thought of the chair will disturb me …but tomorrow b4 the TL comes when I ll interchange the chair and get it back ! The whole day Ill feel contended and that simple feeling of having my chair back will make me work with double the zeal..so i'll make up for today.

In a nutshell,I just wanted to say that derive happiness in smallest possible things around (Its chair for me) .These small small things constantly keep giving us happiness and contement but we fail to acknowledge.
Just find out such things in your life and acknowledge the happiness it gives you and I am sure you'll be happy everytime you see it. After all life is all about being happy :)
So all be happy, as I shall be Tommorow .
But For Today….”Waaaannnhhh MY CHAIR!!!”.

P.S : Sorry for those "Third world conversations b/e me and my chair but I meant them :) "

FEEDBACK

2010-03-10T08:56:00.000-08:00

Sunday evenings are special for us roomies because , we don’t torture our tummies and taste buds with that dreadful Tiffin of ours from our “doesn’t know how to cook ” aunty :) :) . So thanks to this so-called aunty of ours every weekend happen to try a new restaurant . This weekend also we did try one. It wasn’t so high profile and elite that along with the bill we get this huge Feedback form !!! Seeing the form I was like “No…Not here, Feedback Feedback Feedback every where..”

Feedback of a course@ cognizant.
Feedback of caterer services @ cognizant.
Feedback of our HCM Supervisors.
Feedback of garbage management in the society.
Feedback of a new Tabla Sir @ our music Vidyalaya .
Feedback of an exhibition.. and nowFeedback of this small eatery ?
It almost made me sing “Feedback is in the air ;) ”

But then I thought why am I ranting about it ??? After all Its all about feedbacks, isn’t it ?
Isn’t feedback the reason for all the improved versions of things …be it car or product or even a document?Feedback is a source of motivation …don’t we strive for positive feedback ? Even bad Feedback is a kind of motivation coz then we strive to turn it into a good feedback.
Whenever we say we like him/her/this/that ….what are we doing ?
Whenever we complain about things …what are we doing ?
Feedback makes us spend and feedback makes us save.
Feedback has the power to retain and feedback has the power to change.
Product companies,marketing firms ,entertainment industry ..etc are so very dependent on feedbacks ! THEN….THEN..THEN a deep insight has struck…EUREKA
What do you think our TESTING is ? Isn’t it a kind of feedback given by our testers for our code ?So you see in IT industries…too 70% of the work is based on giving feedbacks :) :)

So doesnt it make us say it’s all about giving Feedback !!
So henceforth,if you are asked for a feedback ….toss your laziness and take it seriously.
So now time has come that you give your feedback for this post :) .

(P.S : I think we should start having feedbacks for our Politians and their policies as well !!)

At least Shut up !

2010-03-06T07:42:00.000-08:00

Well this post is an old one ..my apologies for posting it in off season :)

The other day ..I read an editorial written by the Arindam Chaudhary where in he quoted.. that “India is a country Of Lions led by Donkeys" LIONS !!! To hell with it !!! LIONS DON’T ALLOW DONKEYS TO RULE OVER THEM !! Then what sort of lions are we ???

Since ages …..especially post attacks I’ve been listening, reading,hearing this bullshit ‘Our politians are irresponsible,dishonest, incompetent,unethical,good for nothing ,soul-less souls.’But b4 you follow this proto type..just think what we as Indian-citizens are doing other than cursing the politians??

Zilch,Naught,absolutely nothing Just Discussing ,discussing rather gossiping about the sorry state of Politics in our country.Fighting in FAVOUR or AGAINST a Politian…..Grasping those crap negative news (Mind it..I haven’t written ‘watching those crap negative news’ Coz grasping never occurs in case of the positive ones ..n sorry 4 breaking the link ) and blaming the politians over the lunches ..in the parties..in group discussions…in the meetings….in the bus..wherever we think of flaunting our so called concerns for the country…But That’s not enough Mr!!

Who s listening to you ??Whats the outcome of all ur talks..do they show how alert and concerened we Indians are ..or do they personify…'OK Mr. You are well updated with whats going on around.’ Oh Crap !!

“CHANGE “ that’s what is required ..corect ??? BUT not in them …….in US (its not United States OK !!! :) ) Yes An attitude change …a total reengineering and change in oulook towards politics is required.

Ya..Its high time we get interested ..and take our politics seriously.!! We, no more can afford to ignore the deciding factor …Yes… politics IS the deciding factor… industrial dev,economic dev,infrastructural dev,agricultural dev,educational dev .etc depends on politics….then how can we Indians be SOOOO casual about it. How can we just hand over the country in the hands in whom we hardly trust ??? How on earth we dont understand..when we say 'we are handing over the country'..means in a way we r handing our future in their hands…And future cannot change just being lionhearted….go Hunt ..now that doesn’t mean leave cognizant and join politics …..

I know …and realize that we have no magic wand that can convert the stagnant puddle into lake of Swans in one day..but at least we can try and make efforts to contain it …!!!
There could be various ways I can think of…but the easiest one….. VOTE !!

I know that office schedules are tight and and a day off comes to be like splendid spring in a desert but… let not that day be the day of elections !! Please..Please ..Please don’t plan short trips,movies etc on that day …but carry out ur moral responsibility to go and VOTE .Each VOTE makes a difference.
The other ways could be….(there are just 4 so dont get bored scroll down..

• To efficiently use the Right to Information and enjoy the transparency.. Its just a click away ..google it and there it is ..its amazing …there are so many things which govt provides that can make our lives better ..but we are unaware of .But no one will publisize them n dont expect them to..coz we love negative.

• The bureaucratic staff needs to be given more importance than the polititians…It should be ‘polititians under the bureaucrats’ but in our case it’s the othe way round.

• Increase the weight-age of subject CIVICS and ECOMICS in our academic portion.(Don’t get terrified ..read further …lemme complete) ….Provided…the matter in the books is designed in a better fashion to make it interesting other wise these two subjects are nightmares for me as well.

• To identify the candidates right from school level and train them for the.. administrative exams.Apart from doctor-engineer we need to put a third option in front of them.Until this happens we cant expect d swans to in the puddle

I don’t know wether I am right or not ..I dont know how all this will happen…when it will happen and who will make it happen but I just wanted to express or else these thoughts would have killed me if any longer they…would have to stayed in my mind so I had to put them on paper however much relevant-irrelevant–practical-impractical they are..

Hush so here I come 2 the End …Well…all these are far off things the main reason for this post was…..to coax you all to vote.

And if you don’t vote..at least SHUTUP n don’t dicuss the sorry state of politics and dont discuss @ the souless souls …coz you have no right to !!!

Disclaimer :Apologies for being rude in some places……But I mean it .

Not only go green

2010-03-02T19:40:00.000-08:00

“Shhhaa ! maan I hate !! I hate it so much…
I hate not seeing the sun in the morning when I get up.
I hate seeing the puddles of water everywhere .I hate that yucky smell of moist clothes.
I hate to see the bobby prints of mud on the back of my pant .
I hate to see half a kg mud stuck on my sandals.
I hate those somewhat wet socks which attract my attention from time to time.
I hate those open umbrellas draining water which occupy MY Space in the balcony .
I hate to see those creepy patterned leakage patches on the wall.
I hate to see the mud filled mud gaurds and mudflaps and dirty cars and wiper marks.
I hate the moist salt ..the moist matchsticks .. the powercuts.. the traffic jams …
Gawwwwd I hate this rain so much !! “ I used to say so before a couple of days …

when suddenly one day our (me n my rommies ) happy n flourishing lives were hit by this immense turbulence. That day we returned from the office to see our ever water vomiting taps run dry !!!

Very unalarmingly the water supply had been cut. We all saw the amount of water in the filter and all of us thought the same .. “What are we gonna drink ? How are we gonna cook ? How are we gonna wash these utensils and most importantly how are we gonnaa…….

And there all of us at once we looked at each other — nodded our heads –and ran in search of the watchman..who was as usual watching nothing and had gone ..god knows where. . After a long Ctrl+F everywhere we found him and asked the obvious question for which he answered casually ..”Water is gonna come at 8” and we were like “HUSSSSHH” and then he said “Tommorrow Morning ” and we were like “WHATTTT …NOOO” :O We all leave for office by then…Some angel.. told us that there was a tap in the nearby building which was emitting water and ..there :)….. everybody saw 5 Software Proffesionals helplessly carrying buckets full of water up and down ..6 floors :roll: we tried out as many algos we had learned ..to reduce the number of turns ..but in vain…Finally when all the buckets and huge containers were full..we stopped , had painkillers for dinner and quickly went to sleep fearless of nightmares as we had already experienced one . Really that day was worse than a nightmare (Our daily serials also went for a toss that day :) we are still sulking 4 that :)

Muni. Corporation had cut 40 % of the water supply so water came only 2 hrs every day..The monsoon had ditched us ..everyday it used to be cloudy but it never rained ! One fine day..when I read that … IMD had predicted that the monsoon will be postponed still further ..I was sure and happy that it would rain that day but god knows how their predictions were correct !! (they updated their instruments I guess )

After a lot of prayers,wailings,cryings and suffering finally it rained ..and rained.. and rained but things are different now …Now I love everything which I said” I hate “above . Previously, I just knew ..or I just thought … about the importance of rain but today I have realized it in real sense . Ive truly realized water’s worth and I want you all to realize it too w/o experiencing all the brunts which I n my roomies have ..So folks NOT ONLY GO GREEN ..GO BLUE TOO and use water judiciously !!

AOL Banglore Ashram

2010-03-02T18:30:00.000-08:00

16 hours pune –banglore journey seemed like nothing when we reached Banglore’s Art Of living Ashram . I felt as if the atmosphere around the Ashram had this unique capability of absorbing the fatigue and injecting a smile and a feeling of awe on your face .

A beautiful hoarding of Sri Sri Ravishankar jee (Gurujee) with as usual beautiful, divine smile greets you warmly and pushes you inside the Ashram.

As you enter ..Shades of green ..right and left makes you wonder about existence of a term called global warming :) :) . The ashram doesn’t appear to be 21 km away from the city but appears to be 21 light years away from the normal life and daily routine.

As I looked around..

The far away mountains appeared as if they were into deep into meditation.

The breeze hummed ‘Om’ ..
The trees appeared to be doing Ujjai continuously ..
AND
The beautiful structure Of Vishalakshmi * stood right there in the centre like Guruji as if examining all the above activities.

As I moved on with curiousity…. I saw those two lucky chaps - Maheshwar and Indrayni (Guruji’s Elephants with whom he plays daily !) and cows and buffaloes (Sorry..I dint ask their names )

Formalities for accomodation were done and then finally we were compelled to serve the rats which ran like crazy inside our stomachs so we hurried to the Ashram’s Kitchen – ( a testimony to self service and also selfless service) where we had delicious lunch served by the devotees.

Then we had meeting for approx 2 hrs where I met these highly dedicated, focused , sincere,ever smiling, warm,polite ,wonderful people about whom I’ll be writing later (This blog alone cant do justice. )

I never felt that I had met them first time.

And @ the meeting –it should have been for surely been recorded as an exemplar for an ideal official meeting .

And then the most exciting part of the tour for which I was fervently looking forward to ..Guruji’s Darshan ..We had to meet him and tell him all the statistics of the YOGA site .

First we went to Bhadrivishala where there were at least 300 people and we 15 were wondering how will guruji wait …and listen to our statistics . Changing places dint make any difference for sure

Then suddenly I dont know how ..we we were taken to Ganga Kutir (Place where Guruji meets select few if I am not wrong..coz I am new :) )

As soon as we entered Ganga ,

Time surrendered !
Atmosphere changed its composition with more of his warmth and divinity than the nitrogen and oxygen
Gravity had loosened her hold on us and we felt as if we had already surpassed the escape velocity :) to leave this earth !
Neurons and sensory motors were totally out of our control.
I felt as if my facial muscles has been frozen with that smile on permanently ! I just couldn’t stop smiling :) .
His presence ..his radiance ..his smile …his look ..his aura …his warmth..had just shook me !!
He looked at each one of us ..and said that we were doing a good job (;) )…said that we were a dynamic team..
He listened to all our statistics very calmly ..asked some doubts and the doubt showed that he dint hear us just for the heck of it..he was interested ! He gave us blessings for the next site on meditation and told us to come back on 20th June ! He looked at each one of us and kept on saying very good !!

And then guess what he gave each one of us a silver pendant an gave us loads of imported chocolates !!
When he noticed that some of us were silently trying to capture those rare moments …He said in a very very cute manner “You want a picture ??? ..Wait ” and he stood up..came forward and we all very excitedly gathered near him to click a snap !
Wondering ..whether I deserved to be there or deserved for whatever I had felt ..I left the Ganga kutir with an awe and with that unique Sri Sri coating around me :)
(Sounds like sugar cookie right ?)

It took me some moments to come back to my senses. I felt as if I happiest and luckiest person on the planet that day !!!

We then very fairly ,justly and loyally distributed the chocolates amongst ourselves and again had meeting for couple of hours and

Then we attended the satsang .I litrally experienced “ love in the air” around the auditoriam ..people were so enthu,excited and happy ..they were singing with joy ,dancing with joy ….leaving all their feelings behind they were there just for him.
The questions were amazing and interesting and @ his answers I need not tell !!! Its implicit

I would like to share with you one Q-A

Q-”Guruji..you feed us with delicious food and you treat us so well in the Ashram ..how will we go home ?”

A –” What ???Go home !! I thought you consider this as your own home.” (I dont know whether you understood it or not coz it made more sense in hindi :) )

Next day was spent in venturing someparts of Ashram and in the meeting .We also witnessd video recording where in weheard some great experiences from experts from AOL who were working on terrorism,insurgency,militancy and naxalism .

Then we again saw guruji in Satsang and with a realllyyyy heavy heart we left for Pune.

The whole journey back home I was wondered about these two days …My destiny ..My Luck .and of course …Guruji !!! To tell you people ..I have surely built up a firm conclusion that Guruji surely has a secret magnet with him which attracts people …infact all the beings towards him !!!

Those two days were really best in my life ..hope you all experience the same soon !!

FAOURITE MOVIE IN 30 words

2010-02-23T08:38:00.000-08:00

Hey if I tell you I picked up this meme from so and so blog then I will be lying..It a game which I have created and u can carry it forward ..
Its a twitter world..world with less words.
The following game will check your clarity of thoughts and your ability to be brief ..so try it out

Describe your favourite movie in 30 words and also include what change you would have liked in it.
Just paste your blog link in the comment section or mail me the link so that I can include your link in this post.

OK let me start..

DIL CHAHTA HAI
Cool cast,fresh mood and story,witty comedy,nice songs,catchy dialogues,no bollywood exaggeration,same old story handled in quite different way.
Change: Dimple shouldnt have died.

28 words.

Now its your turn.

P.S : Yipeee I am improving this is my smallest post.
People to tell you the truth my favourite movie is schindler's list but it was hard to describe in words ..he ha haa haa :)

4 am massacre

2010-02-17T01:26:00.000-08:00

This event probably would never make it up to the headlines ..neither would it fulfill the cheap criteria of being featured as breaking news on any one of the news channel . It will go unheard and unnoticed ..but my blogspot wont let that happen..Ill try to give full justice to that dreadful even which happened right in front of my eyes…Yes I saw it happen..

When the world was sleeping they were awake.
When the world was dormant ..their activities were at peak.
When the whole world was snoring ..they were quietly amuggling things.
When the whole world was still ..Afraid of no one they were carelessly roving here and there.
Darkness did not terrorize them.It did not limit their vision.It did not make them feel sleepy..
In a nut shell Darkness did not matter them and as usual everything went on very smoothly…

But with a flash of light that day everything got devastated.Everybody at sight was killed..Absolutely nobody was spared.Seniors,Adults,Kids..even the newborns weren’t spared.In a few minutes their innocent existing world became extinct.Ruthlessly and Recklessly many were bombarded with harmful gases like imiprophrin and cypermathrin.Many were crushed under great crushers and many were left with major injuries.Finally All the dead and injured bodies were collected and thrown in the Dustbin.

(Now don’t be surprised..YES its dustbin) . The innocentswhom I am talking about are COCKROACHES ,the killer is me myself and the place is my Kitchen!!!

One fine dawn @ 4 am I woke up for a glass of water..I switched on the light to see my kitchen being ruled by these miniscule creatures Thirst could be quenched later but opportunity to kill sooo many at a time wouldn’t have come later.SO at once I picked up HIT (Btw my blog is not promoting it !!) and sprayed as n wherever possible to kill hundreds(Mind you hundreds should’nt make you think that we rommies stay filthy ..but these unavoidable creatures you see !!).Finally ,when the HIT made me feel ..a cockroach myself . I left it and singled up a broom.And crash …smash..whack I went killing many at once .

After a few minutes game when I saw no movement around. I was damn elated.I felt like a great achiever .I felt as If I was some great conquerer .I was so happy that..if at that point of time .. I had a flag in my hand for sure I would ve hoisted it …:) :)

After the thumping victory I turned to go back..but just to have a glance of the battlefield I looked around ..and there tring.. ring… ring… ring.. ring I saw one more !!! staring at me as if to say !! ”When your nuclear weapons cannot ..how can you kill us !! …I wished as if I could strangle their throats ..pull out their antennae …pluck out the 5 legs and tow it with its 6th leg to the dustbin..

but I knew that after all this ..one more would pop up ..My corner of the mind shouted that “you’ve lost” but like the fox for whom the grapes turned sour .. I thought . Why hould I get restless ..just bcoz I couldn’t kill any body …Why …that’s not my job ..its God ‘s .

So remembering the thirst again I drank water and went straight to the bed sparing each one on my way back with a principle in mind “LIVE AND LET LIVE. !!!!” .

Scaling beyond Horizons ...Part 2

2010-02-12T01:53:00.000-08:00

Ya…so where was I in the previous post ? Ya ..With great plans and exciement I slept praying for tomorrow to rise as quickly as he (GOD) can. And he heard me..before I could start dreaming,it was morning .Super duper excited I jumped off the bed knowing that it was going to be a different day. A day when I’ll have something else to do than merely solving aptitude questions or reading comprehensions. I gave special orders for light breakfast and a bland lunch..obviously for the ADI. I was waiting for 9 ‘o’ clock. Till then I checked on which channel nos CARTOON N/W ,DISNEY,HUNGAMA was. I wanted everything to go on very smoothly.I climbed the attic and dug out my brother’s ageing bat (not the bird/mammal :) ) and the dust coated ball.I recollected the nursery rhymes..coz I dint want to baffle and end up saying..”Twinkle Twinkle …..Yes Papa” :) :). I had heard that young minds can be moulded any how..so I had planned to teach him new words (Ofcourse not my CAT vocab words :) but words like ‘thank you’ n ‘you are welcome’ and ‘no mention’ etc )so that when he leaves my place he leaves as an altogether different and sagacious kid .

The clock ticked 9 and the door bell rang ‘Ting Tong’ and tadaaaaa ..there he was still ting toiiiiinnnng the bell even after the door being opened. My aunt then let him down and innnnn he vanished somewhere till the time my aunt told me his schedule. Then she escaped..but as soon as he heard the Car disappear..he appeared …..from god knows where and let out a huge cryyyy.. paralyzing all my senses.I took him to our garden …

I showed him sparrows n flowers n chikoos on the tree n the weaver bird’s nest …but all in vain…I never thought that children don’t appreciate God’s creativity. He went on crying till he was out of breadth and then suddenly he stopped and gladly when I looked at him ….woooooo….there he was
tasting the mix of phlegm mucus and lacrimal fluid …In layman’s lingo …tears and nose snot ..the gold what we normally say :)
CHeeeee.. yukks…..I shouted and ran to bring a napkin and when I came back the kid had plucked the most beautiful rose of our garden..I dint wanna beat him up …not because the rose flower couldn’t be put back again but, I dint want to hear his high pitched cry again.

Some how he lingered for 15 mins in the garden thus pacifying my soul ..It was real fun to see the little thing pluck this leaf ..that leaf ..scratch this trunk and that trunk ..throw the stones here and there but I dint utter a word… I was just wondering which action movies my aunt must have seen during her pregnancy.

Suddenly he heard a far away marriage band (the baarat) somewhere and then he wanted to go there. Now who on earth knew where that baraat was and where would I have taken him? So to distract his attention I showed him puppies outside our compound..the kid ran to them.But I was sooo glad that he feared them… he sat and watched them from a safe distance ..then suddenly I don’t know what boosted his confidence level and the kid held the puppy with the tail and lifted it like a rat.The puppy scremed and me too…I hit Adi hard and immidietly and took him away ..inside the house …He wailed and howled and so put on the TV
(I knew the channel nos by heart :) ) so I put on the CARTOON n/w ..he dint want that ...then DISNEY..but nope …then HUNGAMA but he dint want that either .He wanted POGO :) what the heck …I dint know where it was..I started switching channels,he got bored and went somewhere leaving me to search for POGO.

I found the silence very strange coz ADI and silence don’t go together..so I went to search for Adi and he was coming out of my bedroom smiling ..but my sixth sense told, not to trust that fishy smile and I peeped inside the bedroom to see if everything is fine there and in place…and Waaaaaalllllaaa.. he had spread the moisturizer alllllll over :) :) the room and wiped his hands to the curtains :) .

When I went to see ..now where the devil was .. he was there in the TV room trying to put his finger inside the plug. Nooooo GOSSSH I hit him hard again and shouted . He cried and cried and turned back and said ‘BHOOK’ ..’hungry’.. and I shouted YIPEEEEEE. Then I took him to the kitchen and fed him properly ..telling him most illogically made up stories (obviously he demanded for a Ghost story ) in between I had to face his nonsensical !stupid ! out of the world questions questions also. I told him the gost had biiig teeth ..he asked me ‘HOW’..Now How…how how ..how can I tell him HOW the ghost had big teeth :) .
I told him God gave him those big teeth. I am never gonna tell that story to any kid from now onwards.

The food made had him a bit quiet...we played hide and seek...then we played cricket.Then when I did a mistake of asking him for the bat...and he hit me.But me, an injured player, still continued playing with sportsman spirit.The phone bell rang ..and when I came back after answering it I saw that the champ chewing something ...I forced open his mouth to find the phenyl bottle lid.I dragged him inside the house and played catch-catch with a steel bowl. Everytime it fell down and made noise, a boundless happiness and laughter flared on Adi’s face. Then the car horn honked and finally the owner of the little thing had come .I had been waiting for my ‘THE GREAT AUNTY’ for so long. The little creature went upto her and told her ‘KAstuleee didi hit me …here’ Aunty looked at me and seeing the expressions on my face she burst out with laughter…I dint know how to react.

But Ya ..the episode taught me lot of things ..I realized that till now I had faced nothing in my life ..there was much more in the plate for me.I need to prepared for everything.
Those result days ,those deadlines,those complex quant questions and those difficult comprehensions seemed nothing in front of this job. There, If I go wrong I miss a mark or reputation ...but here one whole life is on stake. So if you are a guy ….please do not underestimate a housewife’s job..its hardest one.Taking care of the little one ..while handling other things is a hard job and you must learn to respect it :) ..Go and thank your mother and if you are a girl..CHEEERS n BEST OF LUCK.

--Kasturi

Scaling beyond Horizons ...

2010-02-10T21:33:00.000-08:00

Oh Come on,climbing everest seemed a hard task to me only till yesterday.
Rocket science was a complicated stuff for me only till yesterday.
Indian rains were the most unpredictable thing for me only till yesterday.
Himesh Reshamiya’s voice seemed intolerable only till yesterday.
YESTERDAY,all thresholds changed for me because YESTERDAY I realized that raising a kid is the most difficult thing on earth ,thanks to my 3 yr old cousin ,Adi. (Jyotiradiitya Btw :))

“Kasturi can you please take care of Adi for half a day tomorrow” cried my aunty in a low skeptical voice. “Whattt !!!”I was stunned and exuberated at the same time .

Stunned because I always thought that people had an opinion about me that I would be a suitable candidate to take care of their kids only if I were the last adult to survive on this earth. As many of my relatives had made me feel like that way when they relied on my cousins..younger to me when it came to their kids :)

I was exhuberent because firstly I loooove kids . (I know many of you will be surprised by that fact :))
Secondly I had an opportunity(first ever) to prove that I ya can take care of
those little THINGS oops BEINGS..I mean :) !

And thirdly I loved Adi and this was the first chance to spend some considerable time with him.All that I had conversed with him since he was born was “Ollu llu llu llu ..what is that..who is he ..what you want ..who am I ?..Say k-a-s-t-u-leeeeeeee ! n what have you done :) :) ”

Now tomorrow, I would be having whole of him entirely for me ..I thought rubbing my hands :)
(I know that sounds like devil :) :) :) )

“Yippee ..Sure..why not” I cried to my aunt who albeit dint seem to smile! She was still doubtful about my capabilities,skills and potential to handle kids I guess !

Was eagerly waiting for tomorrow…With lot of plans and schedules and excitement in my mind I slept.

To be continued … :)

P.S : sorry for that peeeooople ;)

In the life of a ZERO

2010-02-08T05:47:00.000-08:00

Recently growling and crying for getting a zero in one of the exam a thought just struck me "how would the zero feel????????? Now I know you must be thinking that I am wierd Okay ! but I know you would read furthur :) so I dont care what you think :) ..Ya ..so where was I ? THE ZERO.Was feeling dejected initially but then I thought 'After all he's mine I have managed to get it...Why should I be so ashamed of it ?Its has an identity..its not that i've got nothing !! then why to crib?? Infact I felt sorry for Zero and there ………he started speaking..(Ya It happens ..you remember 'Lage Raho Munnabhai's Gandhiji !!')

The ZERO says to me…..
""'Hello! Excuse me !! Whats the problem wid u mankind??
00   Its ME from where the world starts and its ME where the world is said to end.
00   Its only ME..what a man possesses when he is born and Its only ME.. what he possesses when he's dead.
00   Its ME..because of whom U People have got inspiration to progress.
00   Its ME..because of whom U people have standards !!
00   I am the Driving Force..of this world
Still Still ...
I dont understand why my owners give me such disgusting looks and carry guilt with them ?Why?Why?
You humans have given your children a kinda cruel training to be away from me.They also feel terrorised about me.
All mankind just hates me when I am alone.They are completely fine when they see me with other numbers…That too when I am not leading……They cant see me in front of any numbers..They get terrified ,Petrified.
They say I have no value !!!
How they dont understand that it is me ..because of whom the numbers are been created!!!
What not I have done for you ppl ??
When things get complicated ..you round off …Leaving things for me to solve .
Its me with whom they compare each and every thing.
The Positive and negative is just distinguished because of me.
I absolutely have no hopes of gratitude from this mankind...ya its their nature I know :)

I am just thankful for just one invention by the mankind "The Binary System".
Coz I know how much they worship me there.

Well …why am I saying all this …there's nothing to actually complain about mankind coz I know ultimately its only me whose existence is confirmed in this world and nobody else's .So I am the KING…………."""""

I was taken aback by this conversation..but was pleased to be a proud owner of the "KING of the world…ZERO "!!

And so here I stop growling !!

Be Proud when you get ZERO !!!!!
(Ya right...Now dont say the Girl is CRACK :) :)..think think ..theres no use cribbbing !! now then why to ?? )

Human the victim of surroundings

2010-01-31T22:54:00.000-08:00

HUMAN , the poor animal behaves as his surrounding tells him to ..and behaves in accord to whatever he sees around him.He Learns what everybody around teaches him to.

Nobody can gainsay all this..and as far as i am concerned i will for sure never challenge this axiom . Coz it has just been proved !! In fact i myself have proved it today.How ???

Back then ..when i joined this project i was a fresher in cogni.i had never b4 experienced the return of an onsite candidate. i can still remember how my team mates had attacked the poor fellow.

i can still remember the look on his face when his bags of chocolates got snatched.

i can remember how my team members had surpassed the speed of “Sweets @ my desk’ mail and had managed to reach the desk line for chocolates and sweets b4 the mail reached their desks.

i can still remember the mob around that guy…. who was shouting… initially ..”Hellow ..Hellow…cool it… cool it ..Slowly…..Spare the bag at least. “ and later had given up all the shouting when he realized that nobody was listening.

i can still remember everybody’s contended faces (inc the manager’s) after seeing their fists full of chocolates and there i was wondering how much i had underestimated the size of their fists by seeing the number of chocolates each one had managed to snatch.

i can also remember the post activity….when each other was exchanging the chocolates and trying desperately for variety.

And then everything suddenly fell silent …everyone went at their respective places..everyone dumped their heads in their pcs and then later on the whole day all I could hear was “Plattter “ “Platter” “Plattter” …the sound chocolate wrappers …..from this corner ..from that corner..from the opposite cubicle…from the neighbourhood cubicle….from every where …. and sorry for exaggerating …but the sound horrified me in my dreams too….

And yes… the most i can remember is the disgust on my face ..when I had witnessed all this for the 1st time from a distance and at the end of the day had managed to get just one small chocolate thanx to sympathy shown by my neighbor towards me.

That day i kept on thinking about the absence of discipline in them …the whole day I was upset by their ethics…The whole day I was thinking @ their dormant conscience …the whole day i felt as if I was the only one who had well behaved with nothing to make noise of.I remember how glad i was when i thought i wasn’t among them to snatch the chocolates….i remember how happy I was with my parental teachings, my school preaching and myself who had rightly implemented those preachings and teachings at the right place and had held back the greed for chocolatesJ

When it was the Second time I was equally disgusted about everyone again but was disheartened by myself coz I had managed to eat 4 chocolates….but was glad I wasn’t among snatchers.

Same thing continued for couple of times…The amount of chocolates I managed …went on progressing each time.

And today when one more returned …There ..…i saw myself gladly in midst the mob …there i was happily snatching the chocolates….there i was…wildly and handling the chocolate box…there i wa desperately increasing the size of my fist…there i was managing as many chocolates as i can…and there I was hushed ,pleased and contented with as many chocolates in my fists….and there i was hurriedly stuffing the chocolates in my bag…and here i am “Platter” “Platter “ munching on the foreign chocolates…saying

“HUMAN,the poor animal behaves as his surrounding tells him to….!!” :) :)

BLINDEST FAITH

2010-01-29T23:47:00.000-08:00

When I ask you ..whom do you bestow your blind faith upon…Pat! Aren’t the answers like Parents?? Wife ?Books?God? Self ? ? Well then read furthur….
     Waaaaiiiiii …tttt I screamed seeing the lift doors just about to close and in fraction of a second I risked my only life by putting my hand in between the attracting doors  .The sensors did their work and the doors repelled . I heaved a sigh of relief seeing myself inside the lift !
        During the 5 floor elevator journey..just a weird thought ran down my weird mind…”How blindly I had relied on the sensors…!!! How could I ? I had never thought about their failure at all !!! What if the sensors had given away !!! …And then a perilous picture flashed in front of my eyes ….and TADAAAA it was then I realized that man has his blindest faith on technology !! We never ever doubt it ..we NEVER doubt technology!! Annnd as the zeroth floor arrived …instances of blind faith just flowed in my mind !!!

Nut Bolts: We people are so damn sure that they’ll hold the big machines ensemble.While fixing a tyre of your car do you ever think "What if these nut bolts give away while i am driving?? NEVER ….you know that they are going to hold your tyre tight !! You soo verrrry blindly rely on them..                                                                                                                                                   While sitting in the aeroplane do we ever worry about that small nut holding the shaft of the fan in the propeller ??NO ! NEVER..coz we soo blindly rely on that little thing.

Ctrl S and Ctrl Z: What strong faith do we have on these buttons !! Do we ever think while pressing ’save’ or ‘undo’ whether they’ll work or not ?? After some words when we press CTRL+S do we ever go and check whether those words are actually saved or not ? Never…we are dead sure that the file is saved or the changes are undone.

Gas Knob: Have you ever thought that you were risking your only life.. when in morning ..with half open eyes you fiddle with the gas knob to make the tea ??? Never.. coz you believe that its implied to work fine! Right ??

Main Switch : How easily we switch off the main switch and start struggling with those dangerous circuits being dead-sure that the main switch is off and nothing adverse is bound to happen.Why? Why ?

Send message: After seeing 'message sent'on your mobile screen are u tensed whether the msg has been actually sent or not??Do u everytime go and check the 'sent message' folder???Noooo . So damn belief u have on the technology !

Alarm: While scheduling the alarm do we ever doubt it ?? Do we go sleepless being tensed wether the alarm will ring or not ??No ??Right ??We know once it is scheduled …its gonna ring !!

There are soooo mannnnnyyyy instances ……

Just think about the faith of…
        Sky divers on their Parachutes .
        People on the roller coaster.
Suicide bomber on the bomb tied to him :)
        Astronauts on their space ship.

        Patients on their medicines.

        Adventurers on their torches …
On and on the list goes …Sooo many instances of faith there are ....

These things have continually served us and will always serve us…U know WHYYY ??? ...Just coz we so blindly have faith in them,they kind of.. consider their moral responsibility to serve us so faithfully(I know thats a personification but you all know I am mad;)) …
Ok now just imagine ..
If faith can work such wonders then why cant we try it on people(now come on i am not talking about strangers …)but at least your acquaintances …the ppl whom we know..Have faith guys ..have faith...they will serve you ......
what say ???

THE OTHER SIDE

2010-01-24T23:42:00.000-08:00

Oh Fissssh ! Nooo ! Our bus was in the middle of traffic jam !! Just 10 mins more and I would’ve seen myself sipping coffee at home but hell.. this traffic ! Past 35 mins, parking myself on the middle seat of the last row of the 8 pm bus I had been cursing …..

•The civil engineer who constructed the road which made our bus bounce like a ball

•My neighbors on either sides who were competing b/w themselves to squeeze me like a lemon.

•The heat in the air which made me feel like a potato in the cooker

•The radio in the bus which played the song “Panchi banu Udti phiru mast gagan mein..”

( Errrrrr ..how I felt like hammering it till the springs in it sound ..DWAIING DWAIING :) )

•The Indian population who managed to own so many vehicles which caused the traffic jam. (I bet Mr.Ratan would’ve never thought of the NANO if he would’ve been in my place ).

•Lastly …I was cursing myself for the reason that I was cursing others .

Before things got worse and I started cursing GOD for his creativity…I warned myself “ Hey you girlie-grudger STOP pesting !! :mrgreen: HOLD IT!! CHILLL !! n look around ..there’s so much of amusement around “ !! and guys you wont believe , in the next 20 minutes I witnessed and thought of the most amusing, entertaining and funny people on earth …..’The people in the bus …’

THE SLEEPERS : They were maximum amongst the lot. Horns,Radio,Smoke ,heat, light , force against their own inertia and even the open defects in defect lists din’t seem to bother their inactivity .They had completely surrenendered themselves to their fatigue…some with mouth wide open ..some with their heads towards the sky ..some towards the ground..some with their heads on the window panes and some almost on their neighbour’s shoulders ..

THE PRETENDERS : They were the ones who were trying hard to be THE SLEEPERS..but probably the thoughts of ‘ null pointers in their code /java script error/ which vegetable to cook ‘ made them wake up from time to time…

THE DOZERS : They were the funniest amongst the lot…At one instant they were conscious and at the next instant they were un . At one instant they were straight n still and the other instant they were swinging .The process is amazing ….It goes like this …….First they stare and stare at ..god-knows-what

Then open and close their eyelashaes go..

Up and down their eyeballs go..

Front and back jerks their neck (everytime the intensity increasing) and then …after some time the world becomes dark for them and finally the show starts.. In a very rhythmic motion (in sync wid the bus)..

Swinnnggg goes their upper body goes to right and to the left.

Swinnnggg it goes up and down Until..

•Their chin hits their chest or

•until their head hits the window or the bar in front or back-rest of the seat or

•until they suddenly feel their neighbor or

•until the bus runs over a speed breaker or over a trench .

•or until their atlas (cervical vertibrae) gives up supporting the weight of their head or the angle which they are trying to attain :)

And then taaa ddaaa …suddenly they wake up with eyes wide open … Right and left they look to ensure if nobody has seen them dozing..then being contended that nobody has (when the whole world has ) they return to the normal state and then process continues …They are damn funny

But I don’t understand one thing Why don’t the dozers sleeeep ??? What holds them from sleeping..and why do they consider sleeping as crime???

THE PRACTITIONERS : Some of these are ardent followers of baba Ramdev ..for.. they practice his principles in the bus by continuously rubbing nails of one hand over the other making the neighbor go frenzy by that sound.-Then some of them are tabla/drum practioners ..with earphones stuffed in the ears…
zap zap zap their fingers dance over the knees or on the bag-in-lap or on the seat….and Tap tap tap.. their toes tap trying to synch the beat of god-knows-which song. -Some of them do their singing pactice ..they hum and hum a tune which makes the neighbor wonder ..”What the heck …which song is that ”. -There are some practitioners who practice “SNAKE”,”TENNIS”,”ROAD RASH” games on their mobiles.

THE READERS : There are some readers who burry their heads in the book and look up only when the bus stops .
-There are some readers who have the book in their hands …but are aware of each and every overtaking vehicle on the way.

-There are some readers who read less and struggle with the newspaper pages and the wind more. - There are some readers who read and re-read the smses sent to them .

SPEAKERS AND LISTENERS :Speakers are the ones who incessantly speak and speak over the phones or with their neighbours….and listeners are the ones who are either the neighbours of THE SPEAKERS or who listen over the phone and say “OK..OK”/”hmm..hmm”/”Accha accha”. Then other types could be‘THE OUTLOOKERS’, ‘THE PONDERES : who think of god-knows-what’, ’THE EDGIES : who sit at the edge of their seats and behave as if every stop is their stop and they are going to get down at every stop ..they just cannot sit on their seats’ , THE UNDESCRIPTIVE : These are the ones with insipid and bland look on their faces …the look ..which just cannot be descibed.’
And finallly the most important type of person in the bus ….THE DRIVER (I don’t need to tell @ him )

As I was enjoying ..seeing..and thinking about these people suddenly the bus stopped !! My destination had arrived !! I couldn’t believe that 20 mins had passed !! and moreover I couldn’t believe that I was geting down with a smile…

WHAT i LEARNT FROM THE INCIDENT : Just when I thought that world should end …just when I was cribbing about all the possible things at sight …I happend to look on the other side ….and there I was….laughing and smiling …I could have kept on cribbing but I did not ..

Every situation has two sides ..You cannot keep on looking at one …you need to look at the other side as well !! And then ..its YOU who need to choose which side you would like to stick to

In a nutshell: LIFE IS ALL ABOUT LOOKING ON BOTH SIDES AND CHOOSING THE RIGHT ONE …. soooo..evryone choose the right side (correct i mean ) and be happy always ..even in traffic jams

Bus stand to home

2010-01-23T00:58:00.000-08:00

I was told to describe the monuments that came in the way from one famous place to other..but I chose to describe the monuments which came in the way from Nasik's Bust stand to my home..(they are famous places for me :) and the monuments are very close to my heart :) )

So here I go...

The horrifying BUS STAND
After the patience-testing 5 hour boring journey (Pune-Nasik) I lay my tiny feet on Nasik’s bus stand . Its not a horrid one, but it horrifies me so I scoot out from there as fast as I can, coz the only memory associated with it is how in 5th Std I had slipped over a banana peel and had safely landed flat on the ground in the sea of PAAN spit .
And then I remember….
How my father had spent crores and crores of rupees on the bisleri bottles to wash me instantly (We still are repaying that debt )
How I had dehydrated myself and increased the noise pollution by crying.
How my mom had struggled for days together to wash off the mosaics of Paan stains from my frock.(Yes I wore them then )
And how my brother tortured me by telling how each onlooker had reacted !

Then comes generous GOLF GROUND

Its generous coz all the possible things happen here except GOLF. I learnt car driving here !
GOLF Ground reminds of that fine day when I had just begun to feel that I can set out for a world tour in a car and then suddenly,
While changing the gear ….
east became west ,left became right, yes became no, white became black , green became red and cluth became the accelator
and there..over there…..you will see a crooked tree standing tall with a bump in its stomach,a testimony to what hapened next

Then comes THE FRAVASHI ACADEMY

It’s biggest rival of my school (Nirmala Convent).
Back then , Pakistan was a faaar better enemy than FRAVASHI Academy.
The only thing I remember when I see FRAVASHI is, the heated discussion on how “Nirmala Convent’s Toilets are cleaner than Fravashi’s class rooms”
Such loyalty we had for our Alma mater !!

Then comes the ABB circle
Its a huge ball like structure on which huge ‘A’,'B’,'B’ letters are carved .
It had such a huge impact on me…………..that in KG I had written ‘A’ ‘B’ ‘B’ ‘D’ ‘E’ ‘F’ ‘G’ and had lost a mark in final exam :( (Size does matter you see :)
Then Comes our Mahalaxmi Grocers
Even if Walmart opens up a branch in Nasik, we will buy our stuff only from Mahalaxmi.
I dont know why I am fascinated to it ..
Inspite of seeing the 1cm thick dust on their LAYS packets.
Inspite of knowing that their godown is a harmless house to many rodents.
Inspite of knowing that their coconuts are smaller than those in the Food Bazaar.
Inspite of those irritating satchet chains hanging down from the ceiling.
(You wont believe they have soo many shampoo sachet chains , that if all were to be joined , then they would cover a distance equal to the circumference of the earth )

Then comes NIWEC (My sports Club)

This is the bestest place for me on this earth ….I have already spoken to the manager about my will to have my monument built over here :) He is working on the proposal
NIWEC has given me health,wealth and fame(I am national level athelete if you dont know (Trumpets blow in the background !! ) .
It has also helped me find the love of my life . (Roger Fedrer )

Then comes our Iron Man (Istri walah)

Its a small laundry shop..”Anand’ Laundry with a Mithun Chakraborty painted on the board ! ( I remember how annoyed our iron man was once ! when I said that your Mithun looks like Anil Kapoor !!

World will go flat ..nano technology will rule ..east will become west …but still you will hear Vivid- Bharti being played here and three men in their baniyans-with-holes passionately pressing clothes without complaining.

Then comes the legendry Mango tree

Its a huge Mango tree under which a Banana seller sells Bananas and guavas !!
I never rested under that tree ..not even when it rained ! Never cared whether the tree bore any fruit or not ..never waited and bought any bananas either…
Its just a great landmark for me shouting ……that your house is near.
I just cannot describe what it feels when I see it
I close my eyes as I see the tree and then when I open my eyes ….There… I see my Mom outside the gate…waiting for me eagerly ..

An instant smile breaks on her face as she see our car halt…

I jump off from the car leaving all the bags (and father)behind . I hop to her and without giving a damn to the world, I hug her tightly (poor mom!) and then world becomes blurr for both of us !!!
(Papa and my monster bro smiling in background )

Yup!! I dream small !

2010-01-08T08:38:00.001-08:00

Just today…. i read “Your Thoughts get converted into Reality..So dream BIG” and a shiver ran down ma spine ! I was terrified and petrified for if it turns true, then for sure, my future… is endangered !! Why ???Go on..read furthur.

Yes …….I know there are goals …there is passion …and one should dream big.
n for that matter I also have them …I also posses one ..and …I practice it.

But,But at times…holes appear in my goals :)..My passion goes for a tos
n I cant help dreaming smaller :)

I don’t know whether it happens to everybody or not…but ..this happens to me very frequently (I know 'very frequently' is wrong but the word ‘very’ is there to show the intensity of the frequency :) so carry on …

To give you some instances when my dreams attenuate ....

Recently …while watchin Fedrer-Nadal Australian Open final…
I din’t dream that i should be in the vvip box watching the match…neither did I see myself in Fedrer’s girlfriend’s place (Can any one tell me her name please ..)
In turn, I just wanted to be the ball girl passing the balls or towels to the titans..watching their match from the base line or from the net while being awed by their skill sets

When I listen to a Rehman number
I never feel that one fine day I should walk up to the man and appreciate him and thank him for such great stress busters
or
I never feel like telling him that it will be he …whom I would be hiring...if ever I produced a movie.
but but in turn…I always feel that I should be a small violinist (not even the lead) in the big fleet of his violinists who just goes on and on as AR wants … and see the man closely and help him while he cherishes his passion.
and if violin is too difficult to learn and I dont make it to his band , then I wouldnt mind being a caretaker of his music studio !! That man is Gawd !!!

When I read about APJ his works.
I never feel ….I should be inviting this man as a chief guest if ever I open a research center or an institute or a huge firm.
inturn ….I feel that.. I feel that I should be one of his security guards watching him from a distance being mesmerised how the person manages his time , the people artound and his innumerous noble activities so humbly and so efficiently !!

When I read PL(A great Marathi author)/Ayan /Robin/Enid/Domnique or for that matter ....even Archie
I never feel that I should be some one someday who would get chance to felicitate these great writers.
But in turn I feel ..I wouldn't mind being a library concierge @ the author’s who could watch the great ponderer and brilliant minds @ work .

So you see if these thoughts turn into reality ..I will be big time screwed up.My ma n pa would think of disowning me...their dreams would land flat n the society n the uncles n the aunties n my collegeues around me ...what would all of them say ? these thoughts clogged my mind and So was the shiver in the spine :(

But, But, But, as.. I think over..deeply….(Ya I do that,sometimes ;))

Why was there a shiver in my spine ? There shouldnt have been any..coz these kinda thoughts occupy me when I am in the utmost state of Happiness…Its all because of the missing "Dignity of Labour" in our country
But if I give a damn to it then I will be screwing up my life n I dont want to do that ..I have only one :)

I know ..thats all this will sound really stupid n silly of me …. but its true,that dreaming smaller makes me happy..and the now shiver has passed away…and no more I am afraid of any profession provided it
gives me happiness and whats wrong in that...coz ultimately we all are in search of Happiness..!!!So don’t be surprised if one fine day you see Kasturi shinde on Wimbledon court picking up balls for the experts coz when she’ll be doing that she’ll be extremely happy

MUSIC -Today I have started.

2009-12-17T22:44:00.000-08:00

One fine day a small little girl (me) of 10 takes the utensils in the house and starts playing them like a tabla.
An ideal mom (my mom) sees that as an interest and puts her in the tabla class with great dream of seeing her as a great tabla percussionist.
The girl attends the class .. without knowing whats passion of music.
She reguarly attends the class ..does no riyaz ..practices tabla only when moms scolds or mom forces or only when exams are near..gives five exams and one fine day without any regret ...leaves the class and feels absolutely nothing.
For the next 4-5 years Tabla is out of her life..She is off to a different city busy with her academics..with exams.THE TABLA WAITS...
One fine day she listens to a classical concert in the college and tears roll down her eyes.
She realizes what a treasure she has with her. She realizes ...what great opportunity she has missed ...not everyone gets a chance to learn an instrument.
But academic responsibility,expectations overcomes this realisation...moreover later when she starts earning this realisation dies....THE TABLA STILL WAITS.
The girl grows up ..tries to discover herself ...tries to understand what life is.. she understands what passion is ..and realises that tabla was never her passion but beats and music was a thing without which her life was incomplete.
She realises that still music was the thing which was closest to her heart.
She realizes that music is what makes her happy.
Music is what makes her realize her existence.
Music is that which takes her to all the existing worlds in the universe.
Music is what brings tears in her eyes without any reason.
Music is what brings a smile on her face without any reason.
Music is what makes her wait while she is talking..eating...even shopping.
Music is what makes her continue what she doesnt like.
Music is what makes her feel lonely even when she is surrounded by near and dear ones.
Music is what fills up her life even when no ones around.
Music is what makes her realize every emotion
She knows that when no one would be there ..it would be music.

But material responsibilities ,expectations, hopes and being in a human body holds her back...and she is still moving on with her life without recognizing the love for the music especially the beats.

But Today she feels that this isnt fair for her life..she has got only one and it is then , that she writes this blog :)

From Today I WILL NOT MAKE MY TABLA WAIT ANYMORE :)

From Today I will dedicate some of her daily time at least thinking over it or playing it or even dreaming about it an never let music or the beats die out in me.

Today i have taken the first step to learn one uthaaaan from the net ...
http://www.wonderhowto.com/how-to-tabla/

TeKita Dha | TeKita Dha |
Te Kita Te Kita Te Kita Dha |
Dha Teeta dhi Teeta Ka Ta Ga di gana dha |
Ka ta ga di gana KaSSta Dha
Dha Teeta dhi Teeta Ka Ta Ga di gana dha (9)

MADLY IN LOVE [Tennis]

2009-12-15T21:21:00.000-08:00

Being a Tom boy , rarely when I tell my collegues “that Guy is nice na ..or he’s cool na ”they stare at me with appreciation and say Hmmm“ D Girl’s Improving !!”

But people today..i declare i am in love with him..Madly in lov e with him :) So here goes…for what I feel.

4 years has real been a long time dear,
But nw my feeling 4 you have bcome crystal clear.

I can surely tell you that its not your success or money,
But I can’t tell you what exactly I look in you honey.

You win or you loose I don’t care,
But my love will always be there 4 you, I do swear.

Unlike millions, I watched you from a distance and observed your every move and stance,
for sure, this love has been tough and is not a matter of luck by chance.

I know there were and will be many like you,
But I dint or will not love them as I love YOU.

I very well know that you are married,
But my feelings for you cannot be buried.

I also know that soon you are going to be dad,
But that doesn’t make me bit also sad.

Now I know ..I’ll seem shameless to quite a Few,
But what will I do…FEDRER I really LOVE YOU.

FEDRER I love YOU,I love YOU,I love YOU,
People do add MADLY above in front of every YOU.

Yesterday’s match was awesome !! I thought that it would be a onsided match and Fedrer would just wash away all the games.But RODDIK no doubt gave a tough fight and dint make people miss NADAL.

Anyways, about my love…what I like in him…

Nope its not his super duper Forehand crosscourt.
Nope its not his graceful singlehanded backhand.
Nope its neither his aces.
And it isn’t his stylish volleys as well.
Its his silence on court, his calmness on court, his cool even when he does a mistake, his serenity inspite of a beauty shot.
The thing which awes me is his control on emotions during the match …no doubt he bursts out and openly shows his emotions after the match but that’s OK ..thats cool too (You know girls like crying men ).
But seeing him transcend from a person who broke two rackets in every match to person he is today is really unbelievable.
(I saw a documentary on him ..The way he has worked on it is really great..a lot of mental hardwork has gone behind that ).
Rather than learning shots and the strokes ..learning to control emotions in front of our opponet is much more harder!!!
(We must learn that too )

No doubt…that guy’s silence Speaks and I love those words….

Whatever !!!!…… (Nobody asked me to give reasons right !! )
CONGRATS for the win FEDRER !!! ( Even if you had lost yesterday..I would have posted this poem !! So chill as usual man . You know I LOVE YOU …AND THAT TOO MADLY……. :) )

P.S : Sorry for that Mirca (his wife)..You got to accept that !!

MIND OVER MATTER

2009-12-14T02:10:00.000-08:00

Ya.. I know that hardwork goes in for preparation for CAT and all those mba entrances n I am ready to slash my butter...but preparing for the exams is not an easy task ..at least not after leaving the job at hand.There are so many thoughts which interfere in the midst of all those mathemtical calculations and gramatical rules .Sometimes they are the anxiety of future.Sometimes its about the lonelyness in the room around.Sometimes its about the view of the goal.Sometimes its about the stupid fights and arguements with the family members and sometimes its like a blank filled with vacuum of melancholy.

Sometimes the thoughts made me MAD...It was really very essential to divert those thoughts ..so I thought why not just jot them down....and get rid of them at once. But to jot them down in form of words made me think of them more ..and was time consming as well......so i decided to use ms-paint and let and let my mind flow..so heres the way my mind flowed........

ITS A LONG LONG WAY

This was when I just started studing for CAT and the goal seemed a looooooooooong looooonnng way.

GO ON

This was when I started studying seriously and was on the way towards my goal :) and facing whatever came on my way..be it a LOD (Level of difficulty)-III sum or a bouncer RC (Reading comprehension).

AS YOU SOW SO U REFLECT

This was when I got a good marks in the SIM CAT for the first time ..The marks reflected my hardwork :)

XING

This waas when I had a BIG FIGHT @ home this was my mind post Fight....I felt like winding up everything and everyone.I felt like screaming and screeching ..Thankfully I just painted and did none of those :)

Guys..you wont believe ..this is an amazing method to cool down when you are angry

Firstly you loose nothing infact u gain one more painting in your picture gallery :) and when you look back you smile instead of frowning an getting those bad memories.

ANYBODY THERE ?

This was when one fine day I felt very very very very raised to infinity ..LONELY.The vastness of the world crept in me.I could see no one around me. i dint feel lost ..i felt as if god created only me. Yukky feeling was that ..but after I paintng was over..it wasnt only me but me and my paintaing !! and I smiled :)

THE WAIT

This is the present state of my mind. I am eagerly waiting for the results 22 Jan.

I am ready to plunge in the world of success ....:)

Gwaaaaaadddd Help me n guys wish me luck :)

He is there everywhere

2009-12-10T00:20:00.001-08:00

Hi guys,

Found this bell interesting ...

The picture is clicked with a very artistic view revealing certain details and hiding certain details.

but something more caught me.

The initials written on the bell are very very special to me.

Since I am one of the tiny followers of Sri Sri Ravishankarji......
S. S. R stands for nothing other than him. I just couldnt think of anyone or anything else...
so indeed..He is there everywhere.

I always experience him in the sound of music ..so this bell in indeed near and dear to me :)

Jai Gurudev :)

MIRRORS

2009-09-12T01:17:00.000-07:00

There they come again ..I am smacked yet again by these weird thoughts !!
I don’t know from where do I attract them….and not only do they dwell in but they also multiply encumbering other thoughts which is not at all normal.
Seeing their flourishing rate I often wonder what do they get in here to breed on :)
Anyway, before these weird thoughts clog all my other thoughts and make me weird I better squiggle them on this post and make some room for normal thoughts !!!
Zillions of apologies for spreading these weird thoughts through my blog.
Well,this time the weird thought is ..MIRRORS !Had a haircut recently ..Sitting on the hot seat I had nothing to gaze at except ..
1. Cosmetic Bottles and tubes (Which don’t lure me )
2. My Face (Which I am bored of already )
3. Pieces of hair (they make me compare the time they took to be of that length and the time the barber took to recklessly detach them from their roots…making me feel sad so I dont look at them either !! )
Soooo I had nothing to look at except the MIRROR and there a weird thought struck ..WHAT IF DIFFERENT KIND OF MIRRORS HAD TO SAY SOMETHING …. Here they go ..

FAMILY MIRRORS : “OH no !! not you again ! I am bored seeing the same ol faces.. since ages ! Come on I want a change !!!! ”

THE SIDE VIEW MIRRORS OF A CAR: “For god sake …..Can anybody tell me the formula to calculate the actual distance of these vehicles !!! Everytime I see vehicle coming closer it makes me jump out of my skin …when the reality is…those vehicles are miles apart !! ”

THE REAR VIEW MIRROR : “Can I ever see the lady of the family…coz Ive never”

MIRRORS IN THE LIFT :”These humans !! when they enter the lift in groups ..none of them dares to look at me ..and even if they do … they just give me a quick fleeting peek. BUT BUT BUT !!! When they are alone ..you must see their confidence !!! they look nowhere except me” .

MIRROR IN CHANGING ROOM : “Next ! Next !”

BASE MIRRORS IN SHOE SHOP : “Damn it …Can you ever show me your face !!! Feet can’t be the only distinguishing factor OK..How will I know whoz who ?? “

MIRROR IN LADIES LOO : “Hey you guys !! they have no offence when we stare at them whenever wherever !!!! Now just stop burning !! ”

MIRRORS IN GENTS LOO: “We know that its been said that ..only ladies fuss about their looks …BUT we know what the reality is …so we don’t believe the statement . ”

AISHWARYA’s MIRROR : “ I know about that pimple which is beneath those layers of foundation ” .

MIRROR WITHIN YOU : ” Firstly ..there are a very select few who are aware of our presence ! and even if they are ..they never carry what we have shown them ! Its really unfair on our part !! you all accept and carry what the above mirrors show you ..then how can you just suppress and overlook what we have shown you.You are never your true self which we have seen !!!!
All the above mirrors will show …when you look at them but we are with you forever …its just that ..you ignore us !!!
When will you listen to us !! Stop acting for the sake of world !!. Be what you are !!! Show your true self.
Do us some justice you poor humans !!!! We know its Hard !!! but it’s a challenge “
GULP !!! HUSH !!! that it !!! I made some room for other thoughts now !BUT BUT be ready for more !!!