The Friends

Everything in life has a definite start and then it goes on till it has a definite end!

What if............................
There is no start???
Is it that there would be no definite existence if there is no definite start?
Interesting Thought........................
But this may seem a bit confusing so let me put it in form of a story....

She & Her are good friends and they share most of their deepest thoughts. Well.... most, I believe!

One fine day She decided to visit the lanes of past which had led to She & Her friendship. She remembered who had introduced She to Her but could not remember actually how they had met or how and when had they become so comfortable with each other to discuss things which they may not be comfortable discussing with anyone else!
So She picked the phone and called Her, the most natural thing for She to do when ever she was caught in a 'situation' or was in some dilemma.
She posed the question to Her and it was followed by silence at the other end.
Both didn't remember how they met or how they got so close.
Most surprising part was that both didn't remember if they had talked about or discussed anything which could be termed as personal in person. They remembered all the fun, the movies, the theatre visits, eating ordered food, watching TV.
They were not able to trace the beginning of what seemed the most natural thing to do today.

After I realised that She & Her can't figure out how their friendship started I decided to let it be.

But it got me thinking!

Sometimes God sends people who become an important pivot in your life & you thank God for being so thoughtful. The relation becomes so big that the rest is ignorable.

If something does not have a start but exists, then it may just go on for ever and ever and ever (Amen to that!).

So next time you find yourself in a relation whose beginning you can't remember, may be its a Good sign!

A Second Homecoming!!!

I'm going to Ibetza!!!!!! is what I had been singing..

Reason, I was going to Bombay, the love of my life..

The week before it passed in a bliss, the thought of going back to that city was so strong that the work stress of issue closing which was filled with disappointments of refusals and ad drops seemed to have no effect on me.

The D day finally came and I stepped out in the early night of Bombay.
The feeling was euphoric. After ensuring that my colleague is bundled off to the hotel safely, I turned to look around.

The next day had to be office, the reason I was there. So once I was done with office the rest of the evening and the next day was mine!

I went on spree of meeting old friends and finishing some old pending tasks.
I enjoyed every minute of it.
Soon it was time to fly back and three and half hours later (my flight had got delayed due to a technical snag) I was back in Delhi.

I felt good, very good to be there but there was something else too...

I realised a fact of life. Any place earns a place in your heart not just because of the place but also due to the people you meet, interact and stay with. It's the whole experience which makes a city a wonderful or dreadful place.

I was glad to be in Bombay but the feeling, the special feeling which I had for the city was not as strong as it used to be.
It confused me and made me restless.

When I had left Bombay for good, somewhere I felt that the dream I was chasing (The Dream is something I would talk about in another post) has ended abruptly.
I was hurt and sulking or maybe scared to restart things from scratch away from the city which I had grown to love.

What I had missed seeing was that I was moving to the city where I learned the meaning of Independence. The city which gave me the base & foundation to do what I am doing.

The Independence and financial freedom which I experienced in Bombay was because of Delhi.
I was speechless and in trance when I realised this.

So, when my flight touched the Delhi airport, I felt I was truly Home.

A Second Homecoming Indeed!

Treat Mania!!!

Today, I hogged!

After a long time I have eaten more than I should or can.

A friendly batter and have ended up with an over stuffed tummy and drowsiness.
I have only one wish. To curdle up in a bed & sleep.
Yes, I also wish that I had eaten less. But, what is done is done.

It started as a friendly leg pulling of a colleague in office while wishing him on his anniversary.
It went forward with a promise that he would treat us to lunch.

(Un)fortunately I didn't take him seriously and ate my tiffin as soon as it was lunch hour not to forget that I had eaten a Samosa earlier in the morning i.e. after coming to office and today wonders of wonder had even had breakfast in the morning before leaving for work!

So, here it was an array of irresistible food items spread across for us to enjoy.
We did full Justice to the food and enjoyed every bit of it. We even reordered a specific delicacy and wrapped it up with sweets.

Considering the amount of intake of food, I guess my current situation was inevitable.

I am looking for the first opportunity to slip out of office and go home and drift into sweet slumber.

Life Goes On!!!

Yes no matter what Life goes on..
I'm sounding philosophical....

But what to do.. an incident today made me think like this..

We keep talking about our job and better pay packages. But, people have more in life to look at and bear.

The dhaba wala near my office in Okhla is a person who believes in simple living and high thinking, ie when it comes to his business. He serves only thali and rice plate.

Today, like any other day, I along with my colleagues walked out of office to have Lunch at the Dhaba. From a distance we could see unusually heavy crowd. We learned that the MCD team has come over to clean the encroached areas.

We still walked up to the Dhaba wala and was told very calmly by him "Bus 15 min". On probing further we were told that they were intimated yesterday itself to expect a raid today. So, they had already packed most of their stuff in advance and that the MCD vehicle would go in 15 min max and they would serve food then. He also told very matter of factly that they send the monthly 'Kharcha Pani' to the concerned official and there was nothing to worry about.

The whole attitude and his reactions were making it clear that he is used to such things and they are part of the business.

His reactions could be equated to our month end stress of closing!

As promised after about 20 mins all did become 'NORMAL' again and people were having there lunch as if nothing had happened...

Back With My Scooter

In my last post I had shared my experience of dancing while driving.

The new experience makes me laugh and thank God at the same time.
Well, not so long ago as always I was getting ready to leave for home.

So as usual after collecting my stuff which include a bag, an empty tiffin, the helmet, the jacket, then connected the mobile to the hands free, switched on the FM, wore my anti-glare, located the scooters key (phew!) and walked out.

As soon as I walked out of the building I saw two of my colleagues coming back from a meeting and after exchanging good byes we continued our respective task, I started walking to the parking and they puffing there already lite cigarettes.

Again, as always I placed the tiffin and then my bag in the front carrier of my scooter, unlocked the scooter, wore the helmet, pulled it off stand, turned it in the direction of the road, put the stand back, kick started it, boarded it and when I was about to put it in gear I saw another of my colleague joining the earlier ones. He was standing at the corner of the road and my naughty self was in mood of full action.
The scooter moved and I stopped it right in front of my colleague trying to make him edgy by racing the accelerator and making the scooter move forward a notch and then stopping it again.
Soon I decided to let go (after all it was my petrol which was burning!). After another round of good byes I started off.

The scooter lunged forward and before I could realise I along with my scooter was on the ground.
The first instinct was to get up and hope no one has seen me fall...

Unfortunately I saw not just my colleagues but security guards, drivers and other people present there run towards me.

The colleague whom I was troubling reached me first and help me remove my helmet and assess the damage. Nothing much was evident that time.

Now the million dollar question... How did it happen?
I don't know.
My colleagues.. don't know. They heard a loud bang and saw me flat on the ground.

The line "Humpty Dumpty had a great fall" came to my mind and seemed so apt.
I started laughing and my colleagues joined me.

I suddenly remembered to access the damage done to my scooter and was hurt to see what had happened.

Anyways when I reached home I realised the full impact of the fall as my both palms, knees and stomach were paining. My right hand had suffered the biggest blow and was scratched from the elbow to the palm with blood oozing out nicely.

A freak accident, but a thought which came to my mind seconds after the fall was Thank You God for this and not something bigger!

Well the physical damage I suffered has almost healed but till date I don't know how it happened.

Me, My Scooter & The Music

A combination of Me, My Scooter & Music.... seemed very normal and usual till few days back...

One fine day the meaning of this combination changed....

How? When?? Where???
Here it goes...

One fine evening, few days back, like always I walked out of my office, plugged my hands free to my mobile and switched on fm, started my scooter and was on way to home.

That day my scooters accelerator was giving me some problem and used to get stuck at a place if raced and had to use slight pressure to move it down.

I thought that I'll grease it when I reach home.

(Un)Fortunately the RJ was playing all my favorite songs, some which I had not heard for a long time and was enjoying it thoroughly.

A song got over and the next song which started was, Mambo No 5...

I have some very sweet memories with this song and I till today don't know what got into me then.

I broke into a dance.
Yes, while riding my scooter I was dancing.
The accelerator problem helped me here as I had coolly left the handle to guide me rather than the other way round.

So after few mins when the song ended my hands went back to the handle and I again started guiding the scooter.

At that moment I realised what I had done!

I have a smile playing on my lips when I am remembering that now.
It was a very stupid and risky thing to do but I don't know what got into me then.....

I have not mentioned this at home or I would be banned from even touching the scooter....

I do ride my scooter with my hands off but that is for very short duration.
This particular instance was the longest and the best....

Oh How I enjoyed it!!!!!

I hope I am able to muster enough courage to try this again....

I would love to....

Excitement

Another New Year Has Decended!

There is a new excitement, celebration and joy everywhere.

It makes me smile...

Life has not changed.... We all are same, have the same schedule, the same job...

In all, the same life...
But still there is Hope...

If U look closer, it's the same Hope too! The hope we nurture at the beginning of each year.
Its only the date which has changed....
Has THIS change made us all happy??

But, aren't we generally resistent to Change?

Maybe, we have learnt to accept and enjoy things which are not in our control..

A mantra for survival......
A point of View if applied not just during the onset of New Year can help us stay happy for ever..
But as I myself believe...
Variety is the spice of Life!

All sugary can also make it taste bitter so some salt is essential !!!
Well contradictory statements...

What to do life is all about living in contradictions!!!!