The Lazy Day

The easiest thing was to take a leave and not come to the office. But then the early morning cup of coffee and butter toast with egg poach is something that was very tempting. So when I reached office and had my breakfast, my whole purpose to stay in the office dried out. I decided to write it and thus opened up the blog page and now I am scribbling down my thoughts (if you allow me say so). Btw I was thinking wat do u say when u r actually scribbling ur thoughts but then using a keyboard to do so. Do you call it something like, e-scribbling or stuff.



I had not slept well yesterday. Not like I was awake thinking something gr8 but then I was watching DADA speaking to the media about his retirement. They are all making a lot of hues and cry about his retirement, the poor guy has suffered a lot leave him. Then I was flooded with more messages and phone calls than dada, himself. I know the calls were to make fun at me, so times I took and times I ignored. But why did dada choose such a time to quit I don’t understand. I always liked his style whether its batting or captaining. He was in true sense a struggler and a comeback man for me.



I called up Praneesh to tell him that DADA has quitted and I knew that he is gonna be very sarcastic with all his unintentionally intending jabs at dada. I banged the phone on him.



Then I called up a friend of mine who was a bit upset with me and the reason is truly hilarious, I am gonna share this: It so happened that the last time I called him he was watching a movie in those dark theatres. And as he and his girlfriend (both least bothered with the movie) made their moves to have their share of entertainment (read, a passionate kiss), the haddi rang, I mean the mobile. And the caller as you all must have guessed by now was ME. Both had to do away with the kiss for the rest of the movie, THE MOMENT LOST IS A MOMENT GONE BEGGING (moral of the story). And then on he avoided my calls and me… Hilarious, isn’t it, I fell laughing from my bed.



Its 11:40 am now still an hour and half more b4 I head for lunch. Sensex is acting like jack, the one who came “tumbling down the hill” . 10800 points what a fall, phew. Thank God!!! I didn’t invest it here. Oh my god!!! I haven’t invested anywhere…



Richa, Vivek and Monika are away on a meeting. Ankur is working out the weights for a project, Reetu is talking to a friend and ME, simply trying to look busy…



Btw its gonna be a long weekend from tomorrow… wow, so some sleep at last and long bedtimes…



Hey Bajju, Praneesh and Anshul… know wat I wake early… I mean no 12 noon morning cup of tea stuffs with me… and just for records, I am usually the first one to reach the office in my team…

The Superhero in ME... Time to show me some respect...

Hot-headed. You have strong
will power and a good imagination

Green Lantern

Now you know who I am so show me some respect...

DONOT MESS WITH PLABAN...

Check your hero quotient yourself:

http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/

A Good Read...

Yesterday as I took an auto home, I was in for a surprise. I never knew that the guy in the driver’s seat is gonna have a great impact on me. Rather his long yet inspiring dialogue, left an unforgettable mark on my mind…

The driver was from Bihar - a small district called Burdwan. I had felt that my knowledge of development was too good and started having a small conversation with him regarding the latest development related activities which the new government of Bihar was doing. This includes setting up of educational institutes, infrasrtucture, setups for MNC's etc.

This is what the driver had to say (the entire thing was in Hindi but translated here for convenience of the idle reader) :

"Saab, I am matric pass. I call myself educated from Bihar standards but I know that I am still uneducated. When we uneducated people have a dispute, we have a fight. It may or may not be a fist fight but we definitely fight. We abuse and we shout and scream at each other. We say things about each other's mothers and sisters. We do everything that our feeble mind feels will give the other person pain. But we do it on their face. AND we forget about it as soon as the incidence is over.
What do educated people do saab? Look at Maharashtra. These people call themselves educated and developed? They keep small things in their hearts till these small things become big and then simply cut up the poor person who is living away from his village working in their homes, offices and factories, doing menial jobs just to ensure that his family back home is able to eat two meals a day! Will you call Bal Thakeray or what is his son's name...educated? If this is educated and developed, then I will not want Bihar to be this saab.
I will want that before opening all these IIM's and IIT's, we should first teach our people to live like one...to ensure that the education - if and when they get it - is used for purposes that it should be used for...and these are for the development of the fellow beings living not only in their localities but also in their states and even more importantly...in their country.
Its been such a long time since I last heard someone saying that he was from India saab. All that everyone says is that he is from a state of a region."

Eye opener? I was stunned by this seemingly 30-35 year old who claimed to be just class X pass to say something so astounding that I wish I could make him stand on a podium and say these words in front of the entire country....I wish I could hear him speak for some more time...

Keep Loving

What is the best feeling in the world?
Being in love? Being with the person you always wanted to be with?
Going to moon or is it driving the costliest car on the surface of the earth? Is it Lamborghini?
what else can it be ? Looking at the world, there could be zillions of things which could make you feel on the top of the world. That’s the feeling. The feeling of driving the best car, having a dream job as i read on a blog which talked about Dream Job, Dream Body and Dream Relationship. But all that makes you feel best and which you think to be the ultimate goal, doesn't stay long. Doesn't it appear really weird? It’s that particular moment, may be a fraction of a second or may be few minutes hours or days or at times years. But ultimately, that happiness, that joyous moment fades away. It was a good thought that one needs to maintain that state with the same effort that one makes to achieve it.
Quite a point of view.

Anyways coming back to the "best feeling ever", I suppose by now you would have given a thought over it. Believe me; it was really tough for me to decide what this feeling must be. What it is that would make me feel the best? For me – the thing I wrote first is the thing that I believe to be the best feeling for me. So living without loving is something that I can never dream of. So, when that someone for whom you have dreamt the stuffs that make your future decides one fine day to move out of your life, what do you do then? You protest, you pull that person closer or you let go… none of these actions are questionable as this is not a question of ethics, logic or morale probably that’s the difficulty when you think of heart. Heart follows no rule. I am not here to preach about any particular action, I would just like to put it this way that I am going to tell something in which I believe in.

Long ago I had heard this saying, then it used to be just a forwarded SMS: “If you love someone and the person wants to leave you, then let her go, if she returns she is yours and if she doesn’t then she never was”. I believe in this. Not only ‘coz it is the true test of love and feeling, but also ‘coz I think if you love someone then you must be ready to gift a smile to that person even at the cost of your own pain. So when you love someone never make a condition that the person has to love you, love that person no matter whether the love is mutual or not, no I am not asking you to be GOD, in this world where being human is the most tasking thing, being GOD is something that even GODs would not dare trying.

When that person leaves you, you probably don’t know what has made you to deserve this pain. Destiny is probably some would say, but then wasn’t it the same destiny that had brought you together. So why the hero called DESTINY suddenly tries to play villain or is it the cupid who got angry with you. I have no answer, again, but then I think its we who make or break a relationship. So when a relationship gets sour, rather than blaming each other the best thing we can do is wish the other person all the best for the future and a happy life.

IT’S NOT EASY, BUT WHEN HAS LIFE EVER BEEN…

SO ALL YOU PEOPLE IN LOVE…

Love might leave you, but you don’t leave love…

KEEP LOVING AND KEEP LIVING

‘COZ LOVE IS NOT LOVE WHICH BENDS WHEN ALTERATION FINDS…

The Wait...

The sunny days are gone,
All I have is a broken heart,
It wasn’t meant to be like this,
But this is life or something like that.

The winter is here,
Its cold all around,
My heart shivers in pain,
No warmth to be found.

I will wait for the spring to come,
For the birds to sing the love song,
For all that has happened I still love her,
And I hope she still loves me, or am I wrong?

Happiness to Me

To me , getting off a plane is always interesting . Besides giving me a chance to smuggle out the in flight magazine, It kinda reflects the times we live in . It goes like this . The tyres hit the strip with a slight thud , bouncing off the ground a couple of times and waking up the old women who had dozed off . The pressure of the air against its extended wings soon slows it down . It glides slowly on the strip , making a couple of lazy turns while some lady on the announcement thanks you for flying with them even though they made you wait 4 hours at the airport and tells you the temperature outside is way too low than you hope it is . Now the plane stops down . And then , the interesting part starts .
People jump off their seats , brushing their bottoms against each other faces . Uff . Excuse me . Watch it . Will you please pull off your suitcase off my toe ? Pulling open the flaps over their heads . Switching on their cellphones . Someone yells "What ? You havent sent the car ? What the hell! ". Most people stand scrunched in the aisle , all forming an untidy queue , looking with tense eyes towards the end of the plane , wondering why the doors ain’t opened yet .
I still lie pushed down in my seat, while David Gilmour (Lead Singer, Pink Floyd) croons Comfortably Numb, exactly the state of my mind.
And as I lie in my seat , watching people stand on each other's feet , I wonder , jaldi kya hai yaar ? This plane blows up in three minutes ?
So many people are in so much hurry . That guy in a silver Swift behind my auto who is honking is in a hurry to get to his office ( Yaar overtake karte hue gaali kyun deta hai ? Accha hindi ki gaali to mat de ) . Students are in a hurry to read their chapters before they face the exams . My boss is in a hurry to get that report .That waiter at McDonalds is in a hurry to serve table number 4. People sitting at table number 4 are in a hurry to eat what comes to the table. People at the boarding gate are in a hurry to get onto the plane . When it lands , they are in a hurry to get out of it. Everybody is in a hurry to get somewhere . Few people want to stay in the moment they are in.
Now I don't know . Maybe these guys know where they want to get to. They see where they need to get to and they want to get there fast . You see , driven , focussed people. Achievers . Desh ko aage badane wale log. People you see shaking hands with white people on NDTV Profit . Maybe I am just a slow guy who likes to listen to music and type down words which interest nobody while the world around me reaches for the stars . You see , I don't have a problem with the 'wanting to achieve things' thing . Even I want to achieve things , even if they are a vegetable burger with cheese , and a TV remote , and someone who shares all that with me .
But what I don't understand is that why hurry ? Jaldi kya hai . Kidhar jaana hai ? I mean , life is not in the future . Life is now . This moment .I mean , it's like..
When I was in school , people told me happiness is getting good grades in board exams. We know that , kid .
When I got those, they told me happiness was getting into a top engineering college. ( Note kiya , kitna intelligent hoon main ?)
When I got that , they told me that happiness is definitely getting into a good MBA college. Pakka . Sachi . Muchi. Confirmed.
When I did that , happiness was defined as getting out of MBA and earning a handsome salary. Arre 100% happiness yehi hai . USA mein researchers bhee yehi kehte hai.
Now When I have done that(I can afford to say that, I think the IT guys are not looking here), happiness is ? Hello! What is it nowwww ? Bol do kake. Kitthe jaana hai ab ?
So ladies and gentlemans , now that the world has been telling me what to do , this is what I have learnt - all the above stuff is important , but happiness is something they dont need to tell you about . It is something you feel, that’s what the autowallah, in which I was coming told me. And only you decide what makes you happy. When others don't know where you want to be, how can they tell you how to get there ?
Like , for me , happiness is.
On a lazy Sunday , I watch a jim carrey flick on TV , eat a full lunch , and watch another jim carrey movie.
When ma asks me to take a bath and I put my arm around her shoulders and say "Chill , ma.Do dinn hee to hue hai." (I really miss those days)
When I say stupid things to someone who would not think "Huh? Isko problem kya hai?."
Sitting in my balcony on a December morning and drink hot coffee, listening to music.
Talking to someone who understands me, and accepts me even when I am all boring .
Playing chess with Baba and getting beaten by him at it too. (We don’t do that anymore , he is tired of
winning)
Caring for someone I want to care for.
Meeting a bunch of friends over a couple of huge pizzas and crack pathetic jokes about our college professors and why worst guys get the best girls.
Having tea at a roadside stall and having omlette and bread… the best food in the world
Dancing in the rain…
Having butta in rainy season…
Listening about Manish’s new GF (oops he is getting married)…
Taking a trip to nowhere…
Watching a match of cricket and cursing every Indian batsman for getting out cheaply…
Cheering for Nadal everytime he faces Federer...
Looking at Ana Ivanovic making those great forehand nad Backhands on the court and still not getting enuf of it....
Watching movies with anyone, everyone and, at times noone…
Blogging when I get time…
Having those long chats with my friends about nothing…
Spending times with the children at Sakshyam…
Spending time with myself…
Above all Happiness is just, being me.
So you see, what makes me happy is stuff I have not achieved, but stuff , which , I already have , had all the way along . So I know I need to achieve things , but hey , there is no hurry .Because I need to achieve things to survive , but to be happy , not much is needed . Some music and a vegetable burger , with cheese , will do just fine for now.
Anshul, Shilpa, Manish and Praneesh: If u guys are reading this then I am sure you understand what I am saying… Btw Manish you still owe me 100 bucks.

The Reason Your Read My Blog

No seriously, I don’t know if this classifies me as a handicapped person , but I can not type stuff about a particular single topic. I mean, people leave comments saying the blog lacks direction , is shallow and contains content stupid enough to make Govinda look like a philosopher . But after twenty minutes of trying to write something sensible , like something which expresses my concern over HIV infected kids in Rwanda , or something which tries to tell the world that we must save the blue whales before they are all dead , I decided that there are enough pillars of the society to do that , and I also decided that I am hungry .
So now as I drink a pack Meethi Lassi of Verka Milk, I think I will just talk whatever I want to even if it makes me look as intelligent as Sameera Reddy and leaves you sick in the stomach.
So the next I pick up the pen (read, keyboard) guys be sure that you gotta get more crap. Sense has never made sense to me and chaos is something that looked really systematic to me. I find myself to be usually-challenged, I mean you wont find me doing usual things and that doesnt make me unusual.

So to read my blog you don't need to have a reason... but of course post readin it you definitely have a reason to kill me...