Perfections of an imperfect world

An Unanticipated Visit

2016-09-21T12:09:00.002-07:00

Today I happened to visit a Tyre factory for some official work. It is the month of September here and the rainfall this year has been more than generous. An arduous 45 kilometer journey to work is no endearing feeling every morning. Road traffic and potholes test your patience to the core. So it is one of those very cloudy, drizzly and windy days. The area I was going to visit is an industrial hub with many small, medium and large scale units. Most of the population comprises migrant laborers from different parts of the country.

I hired an auto to reach my destination. As I stepped out of the auto a gigantic iron gate stood tall, one similar to the gate of a prison. After Id’ing myself to the gate keeper, I entered the factory. As I set my foot inside the gate, I was immediately teleported to one of those Hollywood movies about prisons, concentration camps or punishment cells. The towering walls, the dark surroundings, the greasy and weary faces, the reek of rubber, it all painted a very gloomy picture. There was something very depressing about the place.

As I kept walking inside after signing the visitor’s register, guided by a guard from the Northern part of India, many thoughts crossed my mind. The place was filled with hounding sounds of machines, stench of chemicals and black fluid spilled all over the floor. I entered the HR person's cabin and was asked to wait for him. I sat there, absorbing my surroundings. I thought “how can someone wake up and walk into a place like this, every day? What on earth could have possibly forced them to travel all the way, away from home and family to a gloomy dungeon like this one?” Then I realized, these people are not here out of their choices, they are here to make a living. I realized the subtle difference between, just making a living and making money. Maybe I have undermined the phrase “making a living” in the previous sentence. Making a living is not as easy. Unlike some of us with swanky, air-conditioned and well-furnished work places, others have to be content with dreary ones, places which can suck the energy out of their lives and reduce them to mere robots. And here we are, complaining about long drives to work, bad bosses, bad roads, mean colleagues and the list is endless.

As I walked out of the cabin after meeting the official, I requested if I can click a few photographs, which was politely declined. While walking out, I managed to steal a few clicks from whatever angles I could. I crossed the exit gate, with a feeling of victory for getting the clicks, a sense of relief for having my job and my life, and a sense of wretchedness for the workers of the factory.

PS: Scenes from a couple of Hollywood movies that flashed through my mind are: The Shawshank Redemption and Life is Beautiful.

A Long Pending Gift to Myself

2016-04-26T11:58:00.004-07:00

I started my career in 2004. It's 2016 now. That's twelve years. Phew! But I still feel like a rookie. I can never behave all wise and expert-like. I love to live with the child like curiosity and innocence.

Anyway, that's not the talking point here. The point is the fact that I finally own a laptop after twelve looong years of service! Yes! You read it right. Most of the people who have worked for nine-odd years in a Multi National Company would have owned a laptop within two to three years of their service. I have my own reasons though, and I am not going to delve into them. I am just glad that I have it now. :)

Thanks Dear Bro for sending it despite the time crunch. :)

PS: iPhone is another stunning electronic device that I possess now. Thanks to my li'l sis. :)

Getting inked.

2016-04-24T11:59:00.000-07:00

Finally! Yes, I got tattooed. It was long pending. I am glad I did it. :)

The first step was of course to finalize the design. So yes, a lot of research (browsing) went into it. I did not want to go by the "most popular" choices. I wanted something which is an expression of my personality and my beliefs. I went through a lot of hearts, butterflies, dragons, stars, birds, etc.

Then I came across this one and I got hooked onto it almost immediately!

Lemme take some time to explain what it means. The anchor symbolizes strength and the heart at the centre (bottom) is the source of strength. At the top is the symbol of infinity with the words "love life" because I believe that life is the most beautiful gift of God to mankind. So live life like there is no tomorrow. Enjoy every moment. I would like to quote a couple of dialogues from one of my favourite movies - Forest Gump.

"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get"

"You have to do the best with what God gave you."

Cheers!

E-GO!

2015-07-14T09:51:00.000-07:00

This one I wrote for a friend as a topic for public speaking. Nevertheless I knew I cannot miss this topic as I have ego issues and my brother has always been the one to highlight this fact. Not sure if I am working on it or I will ever. But, here's my take on it.

There was once a great scientist. He developed a formula and learned the art of reproducing himself. He did it so perfectly that it was impossible to differentiate between the original and the copy. One day he realized that the angel of death was searching for him. In order to remain immortal, he reproduced a dozen copies of himself. The reproduction was so prefect that all of them looked exactly like him. When the angel of death came down he was at a loss to know which of the thirteen before him was the original scientist. Confused, he left them all alone and returned back to heaven. The Angel came up with a Clever idea. He said to the scientist Addressing all 13 of them, "Sir you must be genius. However, I have discovered a flaw in your work, just one tiny little flaw". The scientist immediately jumped out and shouted, Impossible! Where is the flaw?" "Right here" said the angel as he picked up the scientist and carried him off. The three letter word "EGO" killed the scientist literally.

Ego - the word itself says let GO. The term “ego,” is the Latin term for “I” in English. Ego kills relationships. When expressed, it has the ability to instigate similar behavior in others. We see so many people get into conflicts and most of them have the same question "why should "I" be the one to apologize, or why should "I" be the one who initiates to resolve the conflict. So this constant "I" pulls us away from our loved ones and strains relationships.

Ego cannot thrive in the presence of love. Because to be able to love one must be able to put the interest of the other person above self interest. Love demands selfless affection. There are only two relationships that do not have ego and are based on unconditional love. The first one is the relationship between a mother and her child . She is always ready to sacrifice her personal interest for the child. She would be the first one to give up in an argument. No matter what you do she would be ever ready to forgive you and still loves you unconditionally. The second relationship is between God and a human being. They say that you might have committed thousands of sins but if you forget yourself and become one with him, you will be amazed to realize the intensity of love that he has for us.

Talking about the mother who loves her child selflessly. What is surprising to see is the same mother has a different equation all together when it comes to her relationship with her mother in law. the same question "why should "I" be the one to apologize, the "I" comes again. This goes to show that though a person is capable of being selfless in a relationship, he/she is not completely devoid of ego. The intensity of expression varies from person to person. But there is no human being who can say that "I am ego less". In fact such a statement is the biggest affirmation of the presence of his ego.

Can an individual ever act only according to her own interests without regard for others’ interests. Can an individual ever truly act for others without any regard for his/her own interests? The answers will depend on individual choices.But deep inside our hearts we all know that it is impossible to think about others' interest in all situations. Just ask yourself, have I lost a relationship, have I had fights over trivial things, have I disagreed with others in spite of knowing that I was wrong? I am sure we've. At some point or the other. This goes to show that ego is inseparable from human nature. We all have it. The choice is yours'. Do you want to pamper it and inflate it or control it and make way for love.

The Turning Point

2013-06-18T05:47:00.001-07:00

"One remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it s there and don't throw it away." - Stephen Hawking.

I know I have made a mistake of doing the exact opposite of one of the points mentioned above. But I do know how to make my way back. :-)

Heart Vs Mind

2012-08-20T09:46:00.000-07:00

They say listen to your heart and you will never have any regrets in life. It is a fact that every individual is unique and has his/her own way of looking at things, we all have different priorities in life and both these factors decide the choices that we make in our lives. Some of us make choices by listening to our hearts, just the gut feeling, something that need not necessarily have a rationale. This bunch of people might come across as impulsive and unrealistic, but it is also true that most of the impossible feats are made possible by these very people. Sometimes their thinking defies logic, and when you ask them the reason for making a particular decision they end up saying “I believe this is the right thing to do. I feel I should go with what my heart says.” They rarely give you any logic. It is just a feeling. Their statements are marked by a constant usage of words like “believe’ and “feel” as opposed to the other bunch of people who tend to use “I think” to express their thoughts. These people rely heavily on their logical reasoning and critical thinking. They are the problem solvers and rescuers in the moment of crisis. They are pretty smart and skillful and can carry out most of the day to day tasks pretty effortlessly. By having such a person around one can rest assured that their day to day life is going to be smoother with fewer hassles.

But life isn't about just living a hassle free life. Life is also about feeling the unfelt, experiencing the inexplicable, doing the unthinkable, reaching the unreachable! I had read somewhere, whenever there is a conflict between heart and mind, listen to your heart always, for mind has boundaries and heart does not! A heart filled with love is the most powerful force in the universe! I am yet to experience this. I’ll leave it at that for now.

For The Girl Child

2012-06-28T05:15:00.000-07:00

I have attended a wedding recently that prompted me to write this post. There seems to be a lot of focus and discussion around female foeticide and female child sex ratio, thanks to the media, social workers and talk shows. Now, what has the wedding got to do with this? The father of the brides is a family friend of ours. The reason why I mentioned ‘brides’ is because he got two of his daughters married on the same day. Now this man, the father of the bride, has six daughters and a son as his children! Yes that’s right, six daughters! Of course the son is the youngest. He got five of his daughters married. That’s a huge responsibility! Bringing up seven children is anything but easy. It needs a lot of patience, hard work and not to mention, a sound financial background. He belongs to a family of farmers and like my dad he had moved to Hyderabad to earn a living when he was young.

When his wife gave birth to their fourth daughter, my mom had gone to see her in the hospital. As usual the so called relatives were almost mourning the birth of the girl child. My mom just looked at her and smiled and said “another baby girl?” to which she smiled back and said “yes, but that’s ok. I will not give up. Let’s see who wins, the will of God or my determination.” My mother was moved by her statement, she knew what it was to be in her position, because she has four daughters herself.

What I want to point out is the fact that the couple chose to give birth to all six girls. Probably they did not even bother to go for a sex determination test. They had a desire to have a son which is not wrong. Human beings have desires and they have every right to fulfill it. But at no cost should they force their desires on others. At the same time we have no right to sacrifice lives in order to get what we desire. They could have gone for an abortion like how other couples do, or rather are forced to do. But they did not. They brought up all six daughters well and none of their education was compromised. I am talking about a couple with limited financial resources. The husband had probably studied just schooling and the wife is uneducated. This makes me think that education in the form of degrees will not ensure that we will bring up a good society of people. There’s more to it than mere bookish knowledge and social awareness. Of course these are the prerequisites, but they alone cannot ensure the desired results. It is a very personal choice that one needs to make, a choice to do what is right. I salute the couple for having the courage to do the right thing without succumbing to the circumstances and other negative effects around them.

The Perfect Match

2012-06-23T21:43:00.000-07:00

Marriages are made in heaven….are they? At least we have been brought up to believe it. I have seen many couples ….happy ones, sad ones, arguing couples, quarrelling couples, prefect looking couples, weird couples and it has always made me wonder as to how did these two absolute strangers manage to find each other, and how on earth did they decide that they want to spend the rest of their lives with each other. I am not going to talk about how marriages or rather matches should be made, because hell I’ve no clue about it. Neither am I going to discuss the divorce rate or success rate of marriages these days. It’s just the whole process of decision making that interests me or rather fascinates me.

This comes after I have been through the grueling process myself. However the match was not for me but for a very close family member. I wasn’t given the authority to take THE decision on her behalf, (I wouldn’t do it - not for the world) I was just involved in the screening and handling the communication part of it. Of course I am referring to arranged marriages here.

The process of finding a match has its own challenges and that vary from one community to another. A few communities have well educated and good looking guys (oh yes, looks do matter….they DO MATTER) but the girls do not seem to be up to the mark. A few others are very particular about the dialect of a particular language or the city that you belong to. For example, for a Maharashtrian guy settled in Pune, his family would want a girl only from Maharashtra, any girl belonging to the Maratha community but staying in Karnataka or Andhra Pradesh is disqualified right away. Things like educational qualification, values, and family ethics of the girl are not even considered.

Consider this; Case 1: The first guy that we looked for was a well settled guy (this has no specific meaning or definition) with a software job in the US. When we sent the proposal with a picture of the girl, the mom said “we can take the decision only after our son comes back from the US, and then, after some time she has the audacity to give us contact details of another person and to say, “In the meanwhile you can get in touch with this guy, he is my son’s friend and both are very similar”. Even the poorest of salesmen would not use this cheap technique to sell merchandise! I was literally fuming when my dad shared this with me.

Case 2: Now this guy is mesmerized the moment he sees the photograph of the girl, since the girl in question is beautiful. He wants to set a classic example for ‘love at first sight’, doesn’t bother to know more about the girl, doesn’t want to talk to her, for his utter shock the photo could have been a beautiful work of Photoshop (which was not the case of course), but apparently the guy had lost his thinking ability the moment he saw the picture. I had expected a little better from him considering that he was well educated and had a job in Australia. There’s another interesting twist to the tale. Apparently the guy’s parents had already seen a girl for him and his mom already gave a word to them, that she would get her son married to this girl. Till now the guy is not aware that his parents or his mom to be more specific has given a word, he only knew that they were looking for a match. Now the guy is adamant that he will marry the girl, whose picture he has fallen in love with. Till now he has no clue about what kind of a person she is. His parents were having a tough time convincing him as it is, and when the other girl’s family came to know about the whole fiasco they landed in the guy’s house and started an argument, more of a fight, as to how can they go back on their words, and how their daughter has already applied for the passport and all that. So the mother’s word was final like in most Maharashtrian families and the guy finally gave in.

Case 3: Now this was a good looking guy, had a decent job and had come up in his life on his own. Through his own hard work, with little or no guidance from his family. But the issue was he had very little financial stability. The job was all he had. We were still considering this until my dad spoke to the guy’s dad directly. After the initial exchange of greetings he started bragging about how his was a well educated family with political and bureaucratic links. Later on after a little investigation we also came to know that he was expecting a huge sum of money as dowry. So we gave up.

Case 4: I cannot really write much about this as it is personal. But all I can say is this guy took all the time to know the girl, to think through it and only after that did he take the decision. The girl as a human being is only what mattered to him and his family, and nothing else. I had given up hope that well off families with guys with a good job will ever value a human being. All that would matter to them is social status, monetary expectations and gaining mileage. But I was proved wrong. There are parents who believe in values and instill the same in their young kids. In some cases things tend to change later on, due to circumstances, societal pressure or could be any other reason. Parents need to be strong; they must not succumb to pressure and must instill confidence in their kids for believing in everything that is right.

I am not trying to ridicule any of the parents or guys over here. Neither am I trying to say that all the above mentioned guys were ineligible for marriage. They might probably make the best of couples with their life partners if they look for the right things in the girl. It’s just that they were not the best match for the girl in question. The problem here was with their approach towards the entire thing.

I have realized that the entire process is no less than an adventure and how things change within a matter of days. It is one hell of a roller coaster ride! The anxiety, the disappointment, the feeling of being so near yet so far, and not to mention the wait! You patience is tested to the core! No matter how logical an approach you try to make, something will happen which is beyond what you had expected or thought. You try to control everything, things don’t work, you still hang on, with double cautiousness, things still don’t work out, the stress gets on to you and just when you are about to give up, there comes the silver lining in the dark clouds.

Maybe everything happens according to the plan that destiny has for us. All we can do is to have the right approach and leave the rest to destiny. But the last part of the entire process, the silver lining in the dark clouds, forces me to believe that marriages are indeed made in heaven.

PS: Here’s wishing that the couple lives happily ever after. :)

Trip to Mysore

2012-06-07T06:06:00.000-07:00

Mysore.....I only knew it as a city in Karnataka, known for a few tourist spots and of course the Infosys campus. I have recently been to the city and to the campus as well (My brother was there for his training in Infosys). Talking about the campus first, it is no less than world-class. The architecture of buildings, the recreational facilities, the maintenance, everything is top notch. The most pleasing and refreshing thing about the city in general and the campus in particular, was the greenery. It was so refreshing and soothing to the mind and body that I felt like I was very close to nature. Earlier I always used to wonder, why do you have to hire people from different parts of the country and then train them all only in Mysore? Why not do it in the respective cities and for a period of less than six months? because six months of training sounds unnecessary as every graduate (engineer) spends 4 years learning the subject as it is.

After being to the campus and after my brother shared his experience with me, my opinion changed. The method makes sure that there is uniformity in the standards of training, but most importantly this is a period to know oneself and do a little bit of soul-searching as well. Employees come from different backgrounds, families and cultures. Some of them might not have had any privacy in their lives so far, or some others might not have spent any time away form their families. So this period of six months gives a golden opportunity to not only know oneself but also to establish a strong individuality/identity of their own. It is an opportunity to not only grow professionally but also emotionally and intellectually. And I can see a few changes in my brother already. :-)

My Hero

2011-04-12T06:18:00.000-07:00

My blog is incomplete without this post. This one's for my hero....Brett Lee. Yes, he is my hero. He had everything that I wanted in a guy, as a teenager. He had looks that could kill, he was a sportsman, he was stylish and aggressive, he was a guitarist in a band (Six and out) and a super romantic at heart. Not to say that he does not have any of these qualities anymore. For me, he is still the same. People say that he has grown old and all that, but NO MATTER WHAT! He is still my prince charming and always will be.

It all started when I was a teenager. I started following his game and also started to maintain a scrapbook with cut outs of his pictures from newspapers and magazines. Not even a single picture was spared, anything about him, an article, a picture or the minutest of information HAD to be there in my scrapbook! There was a point when my family and friends began to collect his pictures and they would very religiously hand them over to me. I was crazy about him. I still am. I am not a teenager anymore, so the craziness is more subtle now. My heart would skip a beat every time he was on T.V. His run up while bowling was so swift and sexy! He is one of the fastest bowlers in the world.

I came to know more about his personality when he was a guest on a talk show with Simi Garewal. Facts like he had a clothing label of his own (BL), he likes to style his own hair, he is a family man and a good human being at heart. I started to admire him truly after knowing more about him. I used to like Priety Zinta as an actress specially after Dil Chahta Hai, but when I came to know that Brett had a crush on her, I started to hate her for obvious reasons. ( I must have been 20 then) Later, he got married, was blessed with a son and he got divorced after a couple of years. I felt sad for him because it was a difficult phase in his life.

I still remember the way I was praying before he delivered the third ball of his hat trick in a world cup. Last year I got a chance to watch him live in a match in a cricket stadium. (thanks to my sweet friends at work) He not only bowled well but also scored good runs. He was awarded the man of the match! (call it coincidence if you want) I got to see him in flesh and blood when he took a walk around the stadium while applauding and thanking the spectators. There he was! My prince charming...as charming as ever!! My excitement knew no bounds! It was definitely one of the most memorable moments of my life.

No matter how old I grow, this crazy part of me will never change.

This one's for you Binga!! (That's his nickname)

Master Chef

2011-01-29T12:17:00.000-08:00

These days my Mom is the most relaxed person over weekends. Reason, she gets a break from cooking. Her interest towards cooking has been nose diving for the past few years. I guess it’s understandable as she has been doing it for close to 33 years! For us, eating food is no more relished. It is more like we are eating only to survive! But lately, things have changed for the better.

The person who has taken up the role of a cook (only on weekends) in my family is….Me! Let me mention that I am not a great cook, not even average to be honest. There are just about a few things that I can cook well. I am a beginner in this art. Yes I have realized that cooking is indeed an art. Because it requires creativity, patience, the right mix (of the ingredients) and a great deal of concentration and positive energy. So I am on this cooking spree and my family is simply loving it!! They seem to relish every meal.

But I am wondering who do I give the credit to? Google or Sanjeev Kapoor? Maybe both. I search his recipes on Google and follow his instructions to a T. According to me, he is a true genius and the most creative cook ever!! I was not a tech savvy person and was completely ignorant of the power of internet (or rather Google) until a few years ago. I had read it somewhere that Google believes in the ability of technology to change people’s lives. I guess my family got a taste (literally) of what they mean!

Bon Appétit!!

The charming city

2011-01-18T04:43:00.000-08:00

Clearly, the “blogging once a week” plan is not working out. But I would still try my best to write blogs as often as I can. These days my day begins early in the morning (around 6) unlike earlier when it used to begin a little before afternoon. This, thanks to my new assignment which involves training newly hired employees at the NIIT office (Basheerbagh & Secunderabad). I begin the training at 9 in the morning at Basheerbagh and then leave for secunderabad (clock tower) at 1. This training ends by 6 in the evening.

But what I really want to talk about is the place, secunderabad. I really like my journey from Basheerbagh to Secunderabad via Tank bund. I generally love to just sit and observe people and the mundane things that they do. There is something special and charming about this place. I can identify with the place for some weird reason. I like the cosmopolitan and liberal nature of the city, because I love freedom. Restrictions choke me. It has a mix of communities and the one I like the most is the Anglo – Indian culture. The liberal thinking can be attributed to the fact that the city was directly under the control of the British. I feel the place still has an old-world charm.

I stay in almost the other end of the city right now. But I would like to settle in secunderabad one day. :-)

Myself....Then and Now

2010-12-10T04:42:00.000-08:00

Today, this weird thought came to my mind….about how I’ve changed as a person. This is not as weird a thought I guess.

In my teens and until the age of 24, I was this girl who, maybe did not know what she wanted, but knew what she did not want. I had this amazing control over my thoughts and feelings which I seem to have lost now! I had this magical talent of going against what I felt like doing, when I knew doing certain things was not in the best of my interests. I was a very lonely person back then, all my emotions locked up within me. Lonely by choice maybe? I always took pride in the fact that I can survive on my own and I did not need anyone (except for my family of course). I wore this look (mature?) which was too old for my age. I would give a look of disgust (in my mind) to anything and anyone that seemed silly to me. I took myself a little too seriously, and I hated it when others didn’t treat me likewise. This made me vulnerable and it was quite a task for me to move on and forgive when I was hurt. I spoke only when I was spoken to. I did not make any friends in the first 2 ½ years of my career in a BPO! Unbelievable? I felt no one around was mature enough or genuine enough to be friends with. I was this no non sense girl who was absolutely confident about who she was. I had the least emotional attachment with people around. I simply adore this aspect of that girl.

Being lonely is not that bad after all! I think being with myself is what I miss now. Something which gave me immense strength I suppose. I do spend time alone even now. But there is a difference. I am constantly occupied by thoughts about people around me …more specifically people in my life. This is not to say that I blame the people around me for losing the strength that I once had. I am glad that I have all the people that I do have, as a part of my life. Apart from these people, there were other incidents in my life that changed me. Things that I've learnt are:

Do not take yourself too seriously, so that you don’t get disappointed or hurt. And more importantly, MOVE ON!!
Expressing your emotions is not a crime, as long as they are genuine.
Its ok to make mistakes, do not be too harsh on yourself. (I’ve been taking undue advantage of this lately)
Genuine and trustworthy people do exist in this world, people who are worthy of being your friends.
It’s absolutely alright to be a kid and let loose once in a while.

I so want to bring back that girl in me. I need to start my journey towards rediscovering myself. What I am essentially looking for is a balance between who I was and who I am. I need to strive really hard to get the self control back. And I know who can help me with this. Someone who’s been there with me, when nobody was! J

P.S. Listened to Crash and burn by Savage Garden…fell in love with it.

V

Who the hell is running my country??

2010-12-09T07:39:00.000-08:00

I was shocked to read an article in the newspaper today, “The cosy world behind the tapes” in The Hindu dated 9th December ’10. It spoke about the “Radia tapes” and the involvement of the so called “elite” journalists, media heads and business tycoons. Since it did not have details about the whole (Radia tapes) thing, I decided to do a quick research on it. And I found a detailed account of it on Wikipedia. Yes! Wiki leaked again!

This article was something which shook me…actually shook me! I also listened to some of the recorded conversations between Ms. Radia and Ms. Barkha Dutt. Maybe the intensity of my shock is greater than normal because I am not very fond of politics (I guess no one is) or rather I do not know the game very well. After reading the whole thing, I was glad that I was a no one in the world of famous people. Because, if this is what is called being “someone” then I am more than happy to be myself! I was wondering, who the hell is running my country? I thought it was Sonia Gandhi! A tough question to crack this one! The choices that I had were: Karunanidhi, Dayanidhi Maran, Ms.Radia, (includes all the lobbyists) Ms. Barkha Dutt (includes all the journalists who were involved), Ratan Tata, the Ambanis, Ghulam Nabi Azad or Manmohan Singh & Aam aadmi (I’ve placed these two together because I feel they have the least amount of control over the situation). Then I settled for an answer which does not figure in this list. It is MONEY.

I was shocked to know how a journalist can have this amount of control! She has the audacity to term this as “modern day journalism”. How can he/she decide or influence the decision of who the cabinet minister is going to be? Or how could Mukesh Ambani say “Congress to ghar ki baat hai!”? But at another level it made me wonder, what happens to the inspiration of so many kids? Barkha Dutt, Ratan Tata, Mukesh Ambani, they were the role models for so many kids in their respective fields. Who are they to look up to now? And more importantly, what price should one be ready to pay for success? For some people the price is - “anything”. Guess it depends on what success means to you. And this is a very personal choice to make.

Success, fame, adulation comes with great responsibilities. Even before one decides “the price”, one should be ready for the responsibility. One has a choice to decide the price, but one does not have the choice to overlook the responsibility.

These days it seems it is all about how well you can play the game. Everything in today’s world is reduced to a game after all! A game played everywhere, in politics, corporate world, families, business or relationships for that matter!

I would like to admit that I am no saint. Even I get tempted to use certain information to my benefit, or to take short cuts in order to achieve what I want to. But more often than not I am able to refrain myself from doing so. Going forward I am going to try and do it every single time. And I am also going to be extra careful, when I am speaking over the phone.

That’s it for now. Off to play a game. A game on my PC of course! :-p

Mera Bharat Mahan? (Couldn’t stop myself from adding the question mark.)

The lessons of life

2010-12-06T22:43:00.000-08:00

I was leaving early from work the other day, but I had no time to book a cab. So I requested the transport supervisor and he said "I'll see what I can do". Getting a cab in these kind of situations is a daunting task, thanks to the so called company policies. The supervisor had a chat with the driver and there I was, with an almost victorious smile on my face, boarding the cab. I realised that I was the only employee in the cab. The driver had actually lied about the other employee (the one who had booked the cab for himself) being in the cab. It was really thoughtful of him to do so. He also told me "Main bol deta toh apko cab nahin milta tha madam" (Had I spoken the truth, you would not have got this seat madam). It also made me think how common it is to see these gestures coming from absolute strangers. Strangers who are drivers, cart pullers, shop keepers, and aayas etc..Despite being burdened with the challenges of earning their daily bread and butter, they show us how they can still give so much to others.

I learnt that giving is not about how much you possess, but about having the willingness to give.

There was another relatively young driver in the cab.(Must be just 20). The experienced driver was to get down on the way and the younger one was supposed to drop me and then pick up some other employees.The experienced driver was giving him sound advice. He said,"I trust you with these pick ups. Trust is very important, you mess up once and that's it! Noone is going to remember the hundred times you did it right, but everybody is going to remember the one time you falter. So, be very careful! Cause no matter what, you just cannot win the trust back. It is very difficult." And there I was, an assistant manager learning the lessons of life from a cab driver!

Trust is the base of every relationship. Be it your family, friends, love or even your doctor or driver for that matter. We subconsciously trust all these people, for, it is impossible to survive if we don't. In a way we do not have the choice of not trusting them. But what do we do when we are put in a spot? When we know someone trusts us with everything and that our act might hurt them. Do we have the strength of character to let go of our personal gains? Or even sacrifice if required, to keep their trust in us? We hear so many stories of people deceiving, cheating on and back stabbing others .

The recent wikileaks were a breach of trust of all Indians who thought that US was a true ally and a reliable friendly nation. The incident has definitely left more than just a scar on the relationship between the two countries. We got to trust each other as friends, colleagues, nations and just as human beings at a basic level. And more importantly we need to make sure that we do not break it.

It is always good to trust each other out of willingness than doing so because you have no choice. Let's be strong in the moment of truth and give "trust" a chance. It is going to win us hearts and friends for a lifetime.

Cheers!

The Journey Begins...

2010-12-06T01:03:00.000-08:00

Misty dreams waiting for Sunshine.

Mist which appears every morning and waits for sunshine to appear and clear the view of the horizon. I chose this name because I am a dreamy person. That is not to say that I am unaware of the realities around me and live in my dream world. I am a practical person. As a teenager even the prince charming of my dreams was imperfect. He had his grey shades.

Maybe I knew that we live in an imperfect world and we all as individuals are imperfect. Imperfect in different ways so that we can complete each other.

And thats why the name, "Perfections of an imperfect world"