Post long overdue
To list a few things, won strategym, celebrated yet another Diwali,wrote an exam, saw Mumbai shake with terror... lots of things.
At each time thought of posting something, but it was one of those times when your brain is all so messed up that writing sounds like too much effort...
But it has now become a vicious circle i think. brain muddled -> i dont write -> brain stays muddled.... so gonna write.
The things that happened....
1) Strategym win: A proud moment of course and as rathi says, it took a long time to come…
2) Diwali: Well, I am in love with this festival since 4th standard. This was the year when my and mom’s annual diwali ritual of visiting main road started. We would make a shopping list and go to main road. The list included small small rather insignificant things like rangoli colors to laxmi pavla stickers…
but i used to so look forward to those trips, I still do.
The enthusiasm there is in the air…With its twisting narrow lanes jam packed with people and all the lights and colours and overall festive mood it is simply awesome… Lights, colors, crackers and puja… I just love festivals and this one in particular. This diwali I kept wondering as to where will I be for the next diwali????
3) Exam: hmmm… Now these were amazing too. I don’t remember writing any examination paper in my life without reading a word about the subject matter.
I did it this time and I have reasons to believe I have fared pretty well! Oddly actually, exam time was when I believe we actually got some time to relax in our otherwise hectic time… (another benefit of being in marketing)
4) Loads of presentations: The less we talk about them the better it is.
5) Mumbai attacks : Howmuchever we talk about these is less.
A slap not on the politicians face but on the innocent citizens who are being made a fool of by the underqualified, undeserving people who are supposedly governing our nation.
Lack of capability is sickening and worse still when such people lead us, it is like making a jackass out of the educated, innocent Indian.
I believe Mumbai has finally awakened.
I never really was proud of the ‘Spirit of Mumbai’ coz more than the spirit it was indifference when people got back to their routine without so much as a genuinely angry retort against the politicians.
But this time around it is different. Somehow there is a feeling of ‘enough is enough’ and I hope it leads to some solid results.
I hate to say this, but finally things will move… coz US will make them move.
Another mockery of the biggest democracy of the world.
PS: A lot to come. Now I am gonna BEBO (for all those blogging illiterate folks out there, it means Blog Early, Blog Often)…
phew, kept my promise alright :)
Strange stranger
Pitter patter rain drops...
As I look outside the window at the tiny drops of water that have started to slowly make the garden tiles polka dotted, I wonder whether, away from this peace, I also have a super hectic and run-all-the-time life when I am in Mumbai...?
This is so contrast to all that.. so serene.. so calm..
It has started to pour now.. my garden is all wet and the atmosphere chilly.
One more loud thunder and the force of the rain increased...
I wish I could go out and get drenched... but I cant. I have fever :(
The pitter patter on the shed outside reminds me of the poem
"I hear thunder... I hear thunder.. oh do u? Pitter patter rain drops..."
which my bro used to sing in nursery in a typical sing-song manner of his...
I can picture him in his navy blue tiny pants and making cute finger movements while saying "pitter patter rain drops".. :)
Oh I so simply love rains... the wet garden... the thunder.. the occasional lightening... the cool breeze... the peace.. the calm and
the pitter patter rain drops...
Young @ 80
Wish she could.
I am sure she would have cried.
The super senti woman that she is.
She cries the most in my family I think.
She used to cry every time she read the 'hostel' poem I wrote.
Whenever I go home, she is the person I talk to the most. she goes on and on...
"So how is Neha? when is raji's shaadi? what does her husband do? what is neha's sister doing now? where is prachi now? how is tarang doing? What do you eat at the hostel? how do you sleep at the hostel? blah..blah..
She has to know everything. and she does know everything.
I so love yapping my time away with her...and get updates of the whole family from her... We dont argue much... the only few topics (on which too we have agreed to disagree) being my sleeveless dresses and my dirty jeans.
She loves chocolates, ice-creams, jalebis, moong dal sheera and pav-bhaji... in the same order.. but if you really ask her, she will deny and say she really isnt too much of a foodie..
At home, the most beautiful moments are when I wake up in the morning and go back to sleep with my head in her lap... and she gets sentimental and asks me if I will remember her when she is gone...
and how much ever you insist that you will, she will not believe you... She celebrates her 80th birthday today...
@ 80 she hardly looks or behaves her age... She works enough to put a 40 year old to shame.
We call her the most reliable reminder...
She can discuss with you about anything and everything under the sun and crack genuinely pathetic jokes with you... some of them are at times straight dirty!
She is a total sweetheart... A lady who has seen and gone through much in life. One of the most sensible and strong people I know.. Happy birthday ajji :)
Emptiness
I read in the speaking tree an article about Abhinav Bindra saying he felt a strange emptiness after winning the gold. Not that he was unhappy but somehow he felt empty. For, all his life he had strived for this moment... and now finally when the moment had arrived it made him realise his quest is over. Over time he had come to enjoy his journey towards the Olympic gold. A dream of every sportsman. Now what will he strive for? I mean really at the age of 26 he is left with no goal to pursue! Well that’s kind of depressing isn’t it :)
I experienced the same emptiness yesterday. Since last year when i bought my laptop i had been trying to make a record in by winning minesweeper, the expert level on my laptop. I had cleared the novice and the intermediate long back but the expert level kept eluding me.
I would reach the end of the game most of the times and then there used to be a pure chance based decision and yes it would mostly turn out to be wrong... and then I would ask God as to why does he do that? Shouldn’t success always depend on the person’s ability and not on pure chance factor?
But yesterday, after 436 unsuccessful attempts, when i clicked the last cell which made me win the game finally... I felt awesome... :) but once it was over and it merely asked me if i wanted to play again, i realised now there was no goal left in my life! I had mastered minesweeper’s expert level too...!!!
Now what will i do every time my internet is super slow and i am looking for a time pass till the site opens? I realised what Abhinav Bindra must have felt like... emptiness...
Guess now I should move onto some other game. However, in the end it is always an emptiness that will greet me...
Guess as it says, enjoy the journey to Ithaca, the demons, the beauty, everything of it, coz Ithaca in itself will hold nothing for you, but don’t be disappointed when you find Ithaca and realise it has nothing to offer, remember it offered you the journey and all the riches you gathered along the journey.. Ultimately that is what Ithaca was really about!
But all said and done I must say Microsoft windows should at the least have some place wherein it records the names of the high scorers.. I mean honestly for all the efforts that i put in in the 437 games all i get is a window asking me whether i wanted to play again!!
Well, why will i want to play again... when I have just won my personal Olympic gold of it :)
Premonition
Why take the road less travelled?
Ajji
Jung personality test result
Courage to teach
To Mr. Nishit Pillay,
Great Food, AC and weekends…
Miss being homesick
In wasteness lies the beauty of life...
"There are some people who fake it, some people who try too hard to make it yet there are very few who really live it.."
This priceless quality of wasteness, in today's world of competition and perfectionism, is rare.
Being a waste simply means doing only the minimum (or even lesser) required in any situation.Be it anything..
Now that is where the whole trick lies.
A waste, over the years, develops his instincts to such a degree that he can simply sense danger.
In any situation, a waste will keep going down n down till he smells danger and there he stops.This is the 'minimum effort level'..
And needless to say, to develop this instinct/skill is the toughest part of being a waste.
That is why some people never make it to even fake it....
A waste literally lives life 'on the edge'. When a waste does only the minimum, he barely keeps himself out of danger. He stands exactly on the periphery. It is on this periphery that each an every ounce of his effort makes a real difference. And this is exactly what the waste really really enjoys!
It is at this edge that waste gets the highest ROTI (Return on his time invested).
He laughs at those people who strive too hard to stay within the safety limits.
He simply sees no sense is putting efforts to be in the safety zone, coz the ROTI on that effort is certainly much too low!
He prefers to use it instead for some other activity. Pleasure is also a return.
He gets a better return on his time thereby. So after doing the minimum to keep himself out of trouble (but not in the safety zone), he invests the rest of his time and effort in having fun! He will do all those things that others will not, coz they are too busy fighting to get inside the safety zone! But remember, insuring yourself, reduces the return big time.
And that is where the wastes triumph and the others lose.
Of course very few apart from the wastes themselves realise understand this philosophy and therefore are blissfully unaware of the opportunity cost of their overpriced safety.
Of course a few privileged people like me, who get to work with the wastes, realise the magnificence of this simple philosophy. This is when the wasteness is said to have rubbed off onto them too.
However, there is a continuous struggle between the waste and the non-waste, especially when they are to work on the same thing. This is where the genuineness of the waste is tested.
With two entirely different philosophies at work, one can imagine what would happen of the work!
In this quest, the non-waste puts in his best effort to do the work his way. To do so much that it is well inside the safety zone, and pushes the waste to do so too.
A fake waste will give in at a point in time but never a genuine waste will succumb to it...
In fact he will show the non-waste the fun in keeping things ‘on the edge’. Of course, the non-waste will refuse to acknowledge it at first, but over the time, the true and genuine beauty of it will dawn upon him in full measure!!
It is at this point that the waste has his laugh....
When he sees that he has managed to show a person a more fun way to live life..
When he realises that he has proved it yet again that......
... In wasteness lies the beauty of life
Any resemblance to 'The Waste', who i have been working with since the past 1 yr, who gave me a learning experience not in how to do things, but why it is best at times to not do them, is not coincidental...
Seriously a 'niche' lesson that was I must say... :)
friends
I would have been...
Yaadein
Yes 9th March, for the KB team of 2003, is celebrated as KB day.
This year is therefore special for all those 30 participant of the best KB that COEP boat club saw.. Got calls from friends saying lets go attend this regatta..
Lets have fun.. lets live those days again... but...
himmat abhi nahi hai jane ki phir waha..
darr is baat ka nahi ki hum waha jayenge kaise darr is baat ka hai - hum wahase wapas ayenge kaise?
duniya nai ab basa chuke hai hum.. us mod se aage aa chuke hai hum..
zakhm jo dil pe lage the wo abhi sukhe nahi hai par.. sukhne se pehle hi khul na jaaye, is baat ka hai darr.
My Teacher
I was in sixth, he was 60. He, my favourite teacher, and I, one of his favourite students.
He would ask us to meditate before he would start his class, and what meditation lessons they were!
He would ask us to listen to all the sounds in the surrounding, right from birds chirping to cookers whistling. And then relax...
We would of course giggle all the way through those meditation lessons.
Yet he persisted.
He had been a scientist in Germany.. His wife a dancer.
I have never seen a man more proud of his 'girl'. Yes, that's how he would talk about of his wife.
He is also my senior from engineering college. He,from the centenary batch, and I from the sesquicentenary one.
He is my mentor, my Guru, my first real hero, my friend, philosopher, and guide.
He was the one who taught me how to fight boys who would tease me. He taught me that different is cool. He taught me how to believe in myself.
He was one of those people who believed in me.
He, somehow I feel, can see through me, even today, like he could then.
He knows me like no one does.
Today I met him after 4 years.
I really do not know what made me walk up to his place out of the blue today. But I did. And I knocked.
As he opened the door, I realised he looked as handsome as always.
'Olakhla ka Sir?' I said.
'Arre Pallavi! Mag olakhla kai!!' is what he said, and I felt extremely happy and guilty.I should have come more often to meet him.
But he was only so glad.
I asked him about his health. "Good" he said.
"and how is ma'am?" I asked.
And then there he was. After all these years too, the same principles, the same rational words of advice, selfless and sensible and so apt!
I many a times wonder what has made me the way I am. And today I partly got my answer.
75 he is today. But still he keeps himself busy with counselling parents and kids.
In the one hour I was with him, he told me to decide what my life is. Whether it is 'principle centric' or 'happiness centric' or anything else.
I told him 'principle centric' is too tough. He said it isn't. I feel there are very few people who simply talk my way.
And he is one of them.
He then asked me to read a few books. All sensible philosophy.
According to him, I must always maintain mental and physical health. Physical, by doing Yoga daily and mental, by reading atleast 2 pages of 'sense' each day.
He then said he believes in strength of character than strength of personality because strength of personality needs external approval.
Strength of character comes from within.
He then again gave me the same confidence that he had always given me about myself.
With a warm hug, a pen and lots of best wishes, I left from there.
There are some personalities who come into your life and leave an impression so lasting that you can feel their influence in your thoughts, decisions and actions.
Kolhatkar Sir is one of those people in my life.
I still remember my first day in his class. He told everyone that I had come for tuitions though I scored about 80%. I was amused. Because 82% in 7th was a taboo in my house and so I had been sent for tuitions.
But he seemed to believe they were too much for tuitions! My first lesson in self-confidence, that was.
He was one person who always wanted to see my name in print in newspaper, and when in 10th I did not make it, I felt bad because I had failed him, but when in 12th I did manage to make it, I made sure I went and met him and needless to say he wasn't surprised.
He always told me to do something different in life.
"Engineering is for the mediocre", he said. "You should become a scientist".
I think this itch to do something different comes from there.
Today was a day of realisations for me.
Today I did something I should have done long back.
Today I met my dear Sir.
A race to lose
each one outdoing the other,
but no one really knowing wat they want
even when they are the winner...
One fine day then, they wake up
not too soon though i must say
to discover that they have lost that one beautiful life
fighting for what they never wanted anyway
but when they realise this, its too late
and all they can do is be resigned to fate
Is there anyone who stop by to question,
the stupidity of our daily actions the senselessness of our fight for perfection?
you've got only one life to live,
live it such that when the time comes and
ur whole life flashes before your eyes
let thr not be any regrets but all along only smiles :)