With a pinch of salt!!!

Ain’t it annoying when people end up replying only to the last sentence of your super kool professional mail.. May be it was too much to expect the same humility in return !!! If it helps, the mail reads this way,

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Nothing more than a smilie face this tym…

Hi dear’s…

I was enthralled when a friend of mine took time to demand me the reason why there are no posts in my account. In the past few months i had been learning and experiencing new things and the job kept me occupied all along. Many a times i think, what do i write on. You grow up to handle new challenges. You laugh when people make such a big deal out of things which are actually no big a deal. You grow up indifferent. At the maximum, it even appears you do not worry enough of yourself, then  what more to do when it is others. I have started to hate social networks. I happened to read a laugh which said ‘ dear people, if the building gets into fire please try to save yourself as priority rather than updating your public profiles’ and i actually know people for whom announcing to the world matters more than the self cherishing part. The second thing i have started to grow disgusted is the reasoning capacity of people. What kind of arguments do they come up with. what kind of solutions they jump into. Those who talks a lot seems to impose their understanding on their fellow listeners which is plainly rude. I am waiting for a day when hopefully such scenario will change.

Good day dear ones

Live the fullest

2014 in review

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The story of the little sparkle on the nose!!!

It all started as a part of tradition. When my in-laws wanted me to pierce the nose for a nose stead, that the entire line of daughter in-laws had one, i was only too excited. Being a meticulous planner i had started my homework. Well, in this era of tummy piercing and tongue piercing and all available body piercings, nose was no big deal. But, as the time approached somehow i did not feel as comfortable as before.

First i had to get a nose stead, so i called up a store and they had 5cents diamond. Good, job half one. Took a bus and went to that store. Now comes, problem No 1., The 5 cents stuff come in a new fashion. It is round in nature and with my limited exposure to the accessory world i was totally unable to follow the mechanism. They kept on saying how everyone these days buy it but as i had to pierce, it was not acceptable. So quite unwillingly i had to compromise on an 8cents, the reason being a customised version if ordered would take at least a month to become a reality. 8 cents diamond was not as tiny as i had wanted. Then i console myself, c’mon gal, you are anyway wearing something, let people see it. It reminded me off my grandma who wore real fashionable and big mookuthys. Hence i bought it with a smile, with the hope of wearing it in next one hour.

With my new hefty purchase, i walked the pathway to a little shop round the corner were the ‘thattan’ (the guy who was going to pierce my nose) worked. The shop was smaller than i had expected. Like in many strange movies, the man at the counter would not smile. He read and re-read the morning daily. I reached the thattan and gave my buy and sat tauten. He after examining my stead asked, “diamond?” I nodded in excitement. He replied, the make in the diamond is of such a way that the screw comes first and then the nut. Piercing is done by keeping the needle inside the hollow of the top portion. Once needle pricks in, you pull out the needle through the other side and tighten it with the screw. Diamond is inverse mechanism. Oh lord, i did not know this and got into the next problem-Problem No 2. Now the only solution left was to buy a local gold and pierce it with that. Had i known it before i would have ordered a 5 cents and bought this gold whatsoever. With that let down feeling, i sat down to pierce.

Now came the next confusion, where exactly do one pierce. With everything qualifying into fashion category i did not know which was traditional. All i knew was in order to wear nath (nose ring) it better not be too high. Then, with a wild imagination, after many pen dots messing up the right side of my nose, i and the piercing guy decided the exact position to pierce ( yes, in that little nose area). Aha, in the process comes next problem- Problem No 3, that part of nose is a little thick and the needle would not pierce in very easily. He had to apply much of his energy to let it go inside and the pain i had, was obviously my problem- Problem No 4. Finally, matter over, and my nose had enough brown lines and brown marks from his squeezing and pressing and in between sparkled a golden light on the base of a red hue. Thanking him and paying him his dakshina i bid goodbye!!! Man, so much for a nose piercing. I wondered what all stories the tattoo guys and fashion freaks had or may be they do not have many stories for they do not watch their life as much keenly as i do. 

The sweetest kaju burfi!!!

When my bff bought me a kaju barfi from indore..
It can never be his fault if the pack was over because a train journey can be boring at times..

Is it not sweet that a kaju waited for me,
that the kaju traveled two full days,
to be consumed in full fervour
and, i got it in the smallest box which had come handy
which, made the kaju all the more sweetest!!!

to live the absence!!!
via PicsArt Photo Studio

He deserves the pity!!!

My friend told me this yesterday and i could not console him much. He had an ugly day and i agree he had. After much coaxing and tension times his girlfriend had joined him, in his office and it was the first day, a day with lot of excitement. But its rightly said Man proposes, god disposes, though not quiet apt to the context. It was a busy day and these guys were seated in two different sides. The boy had his usual clients coming in, the girl was working efficiently in the other side. Now there was this typical client who has loud mouth and blurps before realizing he said a bit too much or may be never realizes. When he came to the boy(my friend), he continued in a mean tone, “dude we have a new entry and its a girl, lucky u it should be entertaining… can you fetch me her details” and he had a vulture look. My friend had to gulp down the anger hard as the relationship was a top secret. He could not even gift him a black eye. It was even worse when the girl laughed it away when the boy was still red-green-blue.

In search of…

So much barren it feels at times
rains yet it is all dry around
the pain i feel for a reason unknown
the fear that engulf walking on the path in see,
i extend my hands hoping someone would catch
the tears that flow down go unseen
the strangeness around get stranger and stranger
and i continue to walk the unknown path
searching for a hope light somewhere…

The ‘yucky’ expo 1 and 2!!!

This is not a part of those classy features you come across in Sunday supplements like ‘A visit to Paris’ or ‘Awesomeness of traditional ways’ etc but something I experienced recently and did not even enjoy the liberty of making a super yucky face for the same. As one was not enough, I had a similar one the very next day which made me even check the star talk column for the coming week.

Though I travel pretty much, trains had never been an appealing mode for me. In fact trains had always planted in me a biased opinion and I agree this spoils the first impression about me to those train folks who have their day start and end with trains. My kith and kin tried influencing me to bring about a change and I should admit, the cost-benefit analysis made me end up with trains, apparently I was not rich enough to fly and road transport were not practical for long trips and the list did not provide other options. One such day, I was waiting in the station for my Sabari Express, a little before the super yucky expo. Like most of you, I too keep myself busy watching people. That is when I spotted this lady (not old, tattered or weak but somewhere in between the poor and help her category) sat near by with a big packet of Tiger biscuits and water. Aha, brunch time. But she had different plans for her brunch. As I watched, she broke the biscuits into small pieces and put into the half filled water bottle. She kept on doing that until the bottle exhausted its capacity level ( I was reminded of the old story where the crow put in pebbles in the pot reaching water after a while), but next what I saw was not very good. She drank that thickly diluted liquid, I was very nearby my stomach gave me meanest feelings. My descent self restricted me having the yucky expression on my face out of respect for her but later I felt, hurting her feelings were better to cherishing the yucky thought.

Before I could forget the yucky feel, I had a similar one the very next day, the ‘yucky expo part 2’. The food we get in pg’s(paying guest) are never A-Grade but considering the scarcity of accommodation in city’s no one would want to let go any that comes their way. Inmates manage food without many complaints. It was a rainy day and our mess had an attack of big flies and we, the insensitive inmates are used to such mini attacks. That day noon I was more hungry owing to an office battle. May be the hunger made me find the food ironically tasty. Nearing the finish line I realized what was left in my tiffin box were not vegetables any more but two big fly corpse. Well Well, I eyed the girl who sat near by who was munching her stuff, so with out much scene I closed my box, and vanished before any one knew. I saved my yucky expression but not the yucky feel that lasted the whole day. The fly corpse haunted my sleep. Tell me, who would not check up the star signs the next day???

The Cute and Rude!!

How would it feel if you had to say ‘Aw, That was cute’ and ‘ Man, that was rude’ in a ten minute gap??? Ironical, but you agree this happens.  With ‘cute’ and ‘rude’ you would have guessed who would be involved, kids of course. Those naughty little bundles roll around messing up everything and demands every bit of attention be it in your own home or a place away. Watching them is fun. And you never feel like yelling at any of them for their  innocent face is a technically developed  mind converter, our yell is converted to a smile.

That was a special day at the temple, people flooding in and out. They squeeze themselves so hard to get inside the door and the hall which comfortably demands a 50 people to darshan bhagvanji at a time, would accommodate a 120 if not more. People, they never change, they would not want to lose anything which comes in free . They believe, the auspicious day means bhagvanji is very happy and he gives an additional blessing instead of one and hence they bring every kith and kin they know and contribute to making the already crowded place further crowded.

No hard feelings here, i am not talking about the blessing part, my concern is when they make these little bundles bear the crowd, rush, heat and thirst and expect them to behave ‘like a lady or a gentleman’. Those little bunnies prefer running free in those nearby grasslands and they are brought in to enjoy the crowd. Being a silent spectator around and feeling the relief to have finished my rounds early i was watching them, apparently i didn’t have much left to do. That is when i spotted this kid of 4 or 5 years. The little boy was behaving such a grown up sorts and had this very serious look. He was acting to the expectations of his grandfather and his plan of action worked. He was gifted a small piece of coconut, a piece of prasad from the offering done to lord ganesha. The kid was happily munching on the coconut piece. His whole actions well planned, executed  and the body language was exceptionally cute. His family was almost done with the inside temple chores.

It was lunch time and the temple authorities had planned ‘free’ lunch for 1000 people for it was a special day, a token of prasad, a sponsorship of a wealthy.  People once again did a hit and run to save a seat for themselves and ‘hey have i seen you before kith and kin’ and believe me, none of them looked starving to do the battle for seats. The kid was forced to fight and he had already gone  much beyond his patience level and the worst part, the hard earned coconut piece was lost in the battle for seats. He was once again expected to eat like a grown up and there he had to explode. Such cute tantrums he threw, cute for his family and rude for others. I was watching and now i don’t find him cute enough, apparently, he was disturbing all of us having food.  With no options left every one finished their food. It was not yet time for a ‘Phew, that was close’, the battle of hit and stampede was not over, people flocked to another counter  and i could see payasam(a sweet dish) being served. I was in no mood to battle once again, so i decided to wait hoping the payasam wouldn’t get over by the time i reach there to comfortably get a glass for myself. This made me realize in kids we see both the cute and rude factors but in grown ups, mostly the rude part dominates.