Sunday, December 20, 2015

When Dinner Turns to Be a Disaster!

Last sem of our college, we had a disaster management class wherein we were warned against a dozen of disasters and were taught all the precautionary measures and in the worst cases how to deal with the trauma post-disaster.

But college just missed out teaching us what to do in circumstances when the stomach has to sleep with no input to it.Well,we are three girls sharing a flat, all brought up in Gujarat but hailing from different places. And luckily enough, all three of us are pretty good at cooking.

The usual dinner consists of Roti and Sabzi or some kind of rice(I,being a south Indian can prepare a few varieties).And a confession, after we come back from office and notice that we’ve got no vegetables at home, we don’t climb down and walk half a kilometer to buy some. Dinner has to be from whatever we’ll have at home at that time.

A few days back,a situation similar to the above occurred.No vegetables to prepare the curry. And rice wasn’t an option good enough as we had it a day before.But we had besan(gram flour) at home.One of the girls recalled how her mother used to prepare something delicious of that and suggested us the same. And we agreed.

All very excited,we started.

Mixed water,besan,all masalas.Whipped it. Sautéed the onions and then poured that mixture into it.All seemed to be going fine until the water from it almost evaporated and further addition did not seem to be making any difference.And we’re all too hungry to have not lost our patience.
We took the vessel form the induction, made some rotis and got to the regular business of eating.

The first bite.It was less than semi-cooked. As if you’re eating plain besan with water added.But nobody said a word.Internally we all could feel what was going on in each one’s mind..

One of us got up and brought the pickle.I got up to get another variety of it.The third one took both into her plate. We somehow ate, however much we could and got up hiding the remaining part of the curry from each other and put the left over in the leftover-bag.

That day all of us went to bed,not uttering a word.Late night,one of the girls knocked each of our doors and asked us to drink more water saying,
'Who thoda besan kacchha reh gaya than a apan se..toh paani zyada pi lena.Pet dukhega warna’. :D

Just yesterday, that topic emerged out of nowhere (First time after that day) and we had a good share of laughter concluding that ,that was the worst dish we could have ever prepared! :D
Living alone and cooking ourselves sure give many memories!

Saturday, December 19, 2015


2015 : You went by too early. Really!
And here I stand to embrace 2016, pocketing all the lessons that you taught me.

1)To Insert A Space After A Comma , something I never do. Like, in the statement above. But thanks to MSWord and inbuilt correction feature, it keeps on reminding me. Today, on Quora too, the bot(yes, that artificial human) corrected my question i.e. inserted a space after the comma! I’ll have to learn before another bot insults my grammar! :P

2)To Forgive People: This is probably something, I jot down in the personal enhancement list each year and yet fail dejectedly at it.Forgiving people doesn’t come to me.It simply doesn’t.Last year, I tried, after a lot of my friends convinced me to.But the results were devastating!If this is how life reacts to my trials, how am I supposed to learn? The results have to be something fruitful for me to adopt the practice right?

3)Family: After spending half  a year away from them,I now realize that it’s one of the strongest support system one can have.Nobody else matters as much as them.2015 was the greatest teacher to have taught me this!

4)Read Some Good Stuff every day. I had pledged I would read 12 books in 2015.But in the second half of 2015,I miserably failed at doing that halting my count at 9!This doesn’t mean,reading got stagnant.I drifted more towards online articles. But immersing into a book is altogether a different experience.I’ve to get back to reading once again!

5)Being more thankful : Thankful for all I have,to all the people.Not just saying Thankyou,but feeling it from my heart.

6)Writing.Although,2015 was the year,I had the highest count of my blog posts,I somewhere feel most of them were written plainly, devoid of feelings.May 2016 not face this.

7) Start Learning Again : Be it anything, but I don’t want to let the process of learning get stagnant. Of course,the job makes me come across a lot of new stuffs on daily basis,but I don’t want it to stop there.

8)A little less distraction : Facebook has become an excuse for staying in contact with people,the fact being,it is nothing more than peeping into the lives of the people who deliberately want us to do so.No No! WhatsApp is also something on the same terms!

9) Start meditation and Yoga.
All this, while being, the person that I’m! Not losing all that I love in myself.J

Thursday, December 17, 2015

FS Tales #7 : Conquering my Fear

Have you ever grabbed an opportunity wherein you’re into a new place with nobody knowing you and were asked to do something which was out of your comfort zone?Yes,yes,I’m talking of the same feeling you might get after a rebirth.

A kid, for instance. Like a free floating body. Bothers about none. No criticisms and no failures. If you laugh at its absurdity, it’ll laugh twice as harder, making you doubt your own sanity.

You rarely get an opportunity to be in that kid’s place I just talked about. Not literally of course, but if for some reasons, you’ve moved to say, a new neighborhood devoid of any aunties from the previous one or a new job place where nobody yet knows you, that’s a chance you get to create your first impression on this new bunch of people. And creating an impression doesn’t necessarily mean recreating the one you had at the former place. You now have this splendid chance of altering that impression.

 What after all life is all about? Jumping from one rail track to another, just being more cautious each time and pocketing the lessons learnt from the last hop, all while quaffing the thrill and excitement.

So, when you change your rail track, make sure you alter that impression and you, yourself-with all enhancements and fixations. All that you wished you were on the previous trail.

I just had this chance. The people who know me personally, know that I’m quite a shy kind of person when it comes to dancing. It’s not about the stage fear,for I love addressing the mass.It had something to do with some portion of my brain resisting my body to even give it a try.I remember,the last time I had danced on a stage was when I was in the fifth grade.That’s almost twelve years ago!And I confess,I never actually gave it a serious try.As I mentioned,some evil chunk of my brain had succeeded in convincing me that my body won’t ever obey the choreographer’s instructions. And maybe,at that age,we are at a stage when we begin getting conscious about our own self. When people laughing at us suddenly starts bothering us. When that kid in us has just started becoming asthmatic towards others’ annotations.

So,when I moved to an entirely new city and a new workplace and got to know about a cultural event being held,with all nervous thoughts but a determined soul,I got registered for it.Thanks to one of my colleagues for propelling me to do so.Another confession, I’m scared of choreographers.I mean,literally.Have you ever noticed the anger and irritation on their faces when their students aren’t able to grasp a step in spite of them trying,say,maybe a million times? If you haven’t, I have. And I’ll tell you, it’s the reaction a math teacher might give to a class six student trying hard to solve 3+8*9!

Leaving all the negativity behind, I decided to stop upsetting myself over all the scary thoughts. Before I could convince my heart that I can, my brain had played its part and convinced me otherwise. That night, I pinged about my participation to my friend who motivated me saying if I can dance to the garba(folk dance of Gujarat) tunes with such grace, western won’t be difficult for me. Suppressing those evil feelings that my heart and brain both were pumping in, I anxiously went inside the dancing room the next day.

During all this, thanks to my grit of altering my impression of being a not-so-good-dancer(how optimistic of myself!:P) to a moderate-leveled-dancer(No! No great expectations!),nobody around me even had a hint of how terrible(Facts hit hard) a dancer I might turn out to be!

With the same determination, I went for my first dance practice after a decade. And when I came back, sitting on my office chair, I felt so good! Of course, I required an instruction or two more than the good dancers but nothing was as scary as the overthinking thinker inside me was telling it would be. Then followed a lot many rehearsals and then finally that stage performance! Everything was just amazing! Circumstances deemed me to be the one playing the main role-on the center stage! And it was so gleesome!

Now everybody around me knows me as a girl who can dance. I don’t actually know where I stand on their rating scale, but I’m happy that I at least belong somewhere there. I felt a change. I could alter my impression.
You can try that too.

Growing up makes you a little more conscious about yourself. These are the opportunities when you  get to turn the tables.

Different places, different and better versions of your own self.

Saturday, December 12, 2015


­­­­­What a perfect time to write about something I am so nostalgic about! After having inhabited in the west for a larger portion of my life, if you ask me to vote between my birth zone-south and  brought-up zone west, west wins for me hands-down! For some, it would feel a biased vote but imagine every important phase of my life, I’ve lived in Gujarat. From taking my first baby steps to learning to walk, from imbibing the pride of my first award to socializing with all different cultured people.

Enlisting why undoubtedly my vote would go for the West Zone and specifically Gujarat and more precisely Ahmedabad, considering Drive Design and connect is as below:

Transportation : The wide beautiful Roads that makes driving a fun.Plus,it has an amazing connectivity throughout the state connecting even the remotest villages.

Electricity :  Having stayed there for more than 20 years,I don’t remember power cuts being menacing to the residents of the city. Not just the city,it’’s true for all over Gujarat.Thanks to windmills installed all along the coastline of Gujarat.

Global Gujaratis : They say, business is in their blood. So it won’t raise your eyebrows if you even go to the remotest place on this Earth and find a Gujju there selling whatever the scarcity of the supply demands! Not just this,it is a place for the country’s most prestigious IIM and has a host of many such institutions like MICA.

Safe for women : Saying that the crime rates against women is 0 would be a false statement.But yes,compared to other states,it I definitely much safer for women.Not to wonder why Surat and Ahmedabad top the list. Riding out on these wonderful roads experiencing a cool breeze even after sunset and later,in most cases,wont be a problem.

Establishment of IT industries : Having been tagged as a state producing magnates, Gujarat is now trying its hands to set up a huge IT industry in its capital city. With the GIFT project ,many more companies rooted in the south are expected to branch it here.

The People : Society and its people matter as much as the other developments and the facilities available for an individual. The people here are one of the sweetest I’ve come across.’Atithhi devo bhava’ is a not just a hymn for them.

Food : Currently being housed in Hyderabad,I’ve come to a conclusion that for some people,non-veg forms a very important part of life.For all those,Gujarat might initially seem to be a little disappointing. But once you are in the city,you’ll notice that the veg platter will be enough for the non-veg taste bud to forget about its existance-untill you move out of the place.

Festivals : I know no other state in the country which enjoys festivals as much as this.Just as all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,12 months’ work and no festivals makes a Gujju go GaGa! Festivals apart from being celebrated from a cultural viewpoint, people go all crazy when giving the traditional ways a modern twist and dancing and laughing and enjoying to the tunes!

I just cannot sum up my experience of 22 years in a post of mere 450 words. Some things are best known when experienced. So the advertisement goes like,’Kuch din toh guzaro Gujarat mai’

Monday, November 16, 2015

Chicken Soup for my Own Soul

As we age, we notice some things and some people distancing from us. Nothing of course is intentional but one day ,while flipping back to the pages of past few days, you suddenly notice it’s been a week since you last talked to the person who, until some months back, used to be your ‘BFF’.You are in an awe with the sudden changes that have taken place. Wherein one thing/place/person prioritizes the other.

Consider friendships, for example. There was a time, when my dictionary (a thin little book floating in my brain) defined friendship in a completely different way. For me,it had to be daily conversations, talking about the day, sharing everything what you’d come across the giant web for that day etc. For me, being a good friend meant being available for them 24*7,behaving crazy for their birthdays and in return expecting nothing less than that.

But in between, during the transition, I found that this all is a little messed up and exhausting. Unreasonable demands, stupid expectations, daily tantrums and a lot of drama-from both the ends!Soon,it came to my realization that all this is nothing but waste of precious personal energy. Burdening yourself and the others by shouldering the word ‘FRIENDSHIP’ upon them.

And before I glanced back I noticed that this phase-wherein life redefined friendship for me, had already passed in my life before I could realize it,of course with a little pain, but a lot of gain and personal serenity. I no longer feel responsible for any trivial thing. I’ve gotten mature, if that’s the word’’ to understand that other’s lives need not necessarily revolve around us, just as we hope it does,sometimes.I no longer have to wait for those silly texts from ‘BFF’s’ and get annoyed and feel belittled when they don’t pop up.

The time has come,that I, consciously, redefine the word ‘friendship’ in the same dictionary aforementioned. It need not be daily talks with them but once in a while call asking if everything’s alright.I no longer want to feel weighed down and neither want to make others feel that.No drama,no record-keeping and no expectations-the new mantra for life.

This of course doesn’t mean cutting relationships with the so amazing people I already have in my life. They say as you grow older making new friends becomes difficult and that you should cling on to the older ones.
Take for instance A.A person,whom,if I call, without me uttering a word, knows I’m weeping on the other end. And being a person he is, he’ll let me.For whole of the 5-10-15 minutes-till my sobbing ends.Also,some other day, when I’m in my all frenzy and it gets extra for my body to hold on to it and I call him,just hearing the first word, even if we’re talking after maybe weeks and months, will start off saying ‘You sound so happy’ and then continues our happy conversation.
B,another example,a friend for 9 years now,is more like a sister to me.Happiness is always shared,sadness may not always be.

There are more,not necessarily with such unique characteristics in our friendship but definitely some,whom I don’t want to loosen that noose with. And I know, they’ll be there always-for me.With no expectations and little drama.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

On Diwali,1200km far from home.

Two People.
Met Some months Ago.
From Just colleagues to Friends they turned.
They knew not, one day they’ll share their pain and sorrow as well.

X and Y are two girls here.

 X is 1200km far from her hometown. She had just been there for her favorite festival-Navratri.Going there again, just after days was not an idea good enough.She thought she’ll stay back for Diwali at her work city and hoped God would give her strength enough to survive a day or two.X simply loves festivals.She loves the sound of the crackers as much as the music of the Garbas.Being this the first Diwali away from home,X was very sad.All her office colleagues were on leave.She has flexible holiday advantage at her office.She had initially thought she won’t go.But then pondering over the thought of what she’ll do sitting at home,she changed her mind and decided to do otherwise.She knew Y was going to come.

Y is three years elder to X and yet she shares all her problems with her.Y is a localitie. She stays with her grandma in the city with parents being frequent visitors.She is in love with a man whom Y’s parents won’t approve of,with no specific reason.Y’s parents are very angry at her.So much that they didn’t even wish her on her birthday.And whenever Y’s parents come,she prefers maintaining a distance from them.Y’s father was in the city.Y now had a reason to come to the office.She knew X would be there.Y came.

The city roads made us realize it a festival.It took just minutes to reach the office.There were more people than expected.X and Y began their routine which included work and talk.Then they were hungry.They decided to go down and have something.X reminisced how her mother used to prepare paisam and rice and curry on this day and what X and Y were eating(noodles) was nowhere near to that.X missed her home.Her family.She knew her parents would be missing her more than she is missing them.Talking to them would mean making them gloomier. She let go of the idea.But X had to find a way out.And the form was tears.She started sobbing .Y had a different reason to join X.Y felt that how piteous the situation has become that she needs a reason to run away from her family.
X and Y both came up teary-eyed. They had to find a reason to get happy again.X thought of a way.Shopping.

X asked Y.Y agreed,but with not much enthusiasm. X and Y left office at 3.X,as soon as she reached the place,an open area, handicraft shopping center of the city,looking at the colors there,she became cheery. But Y was still sad.They walked and walked but couldn’t find anything.Finally a store came up and X and Y both liked a dupatta.

X and Y bargained like kids yet like women.
The seller hadn’t anticipated the presence of ‘mithai’ in the bag of a chocolate-lover-X.And he said,"Mooh mitha karvao,toh aur 100/- discount doonga"
X suddenly opened her bag,and showing the chocolates with the bright gleam in her eyes said ,"Yay! Mere paas hai mithai."

X and Y loved bargaining. But they loved their dupattas even more.This bargaining had turned Y cheery too.X and Y walked the way out as happy women.

Sometimes I wonder, if it’s the happiness that brings people closer of the pain and sorrow.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

11:55 thoughts.

Image result for pearls falling

It took a year,
To put each pearl in the garland,
With utmost love and care.
Every bead was a pure white,
Representing amity and truth.
And each one was as if,
Stuffed with memories of making.
They kept it with tenderness,
In a closed closet, opening it only to cherish those memories.
Soon they noticed the whites turning pale.
When each pearl was impaired with the deceits
And handled with carelessness,
With the thread feeling like a noose,
They just loosened it.
Watching the peals with so many memories attached to them,
Falling down one by one was a pain to both of them.
But it was better than watching the whole garland turn black.
Now, if not the garland, they at least have memories,
That they’ll have to treasure INDIVIDUALLY!


Like a ship with no radar I feel,
Sailing somewhere I hadn’t hoped to.
Long before I left the land,
She, my best friend, stood there cautioning me,
Of the possible hurricanes and storms.
She, although childish, yet more mature,
Hadn’t sailed before, but knew from other’s experiences.
Till the last moment, she pleaded me to come back.
But knowing she’s a no better sailor,
I just ignored her call.
Now in the middle of the sea,
I so wish I had gone back then.
But here I stand, watching the sun and the moon
From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn,
Thinking of all the promises he had made to me,
Of the times when I would reach the other end.
But I realized late that he’s the master of all sailors,
Who predicted right that I’ll never be able to cross the deep blue!

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Need something to get going.

Being a weekend, just as I’ve been living them past a few weeks, I woke up late. Sat on my bed thinking of what all could I do and suddenly my brain knocked up saying “Hello! Do you see it’s been a week that you last cleaned your house? Saturday.Come on! Get up. Time to clean”. Just when I was going to ignore this thought, my flat mate knocked my room door hard saying “Let’s get past this cleaning stuff at the earliest”.

I woke up cursing the monotonous weekend. Times have changed so much that I no longer crave for weekends, I enjoy week days more! But realizing that I am void of powers of changing the worldwide accepted schedule, I got up, soaked a few of my clothes, did my share of cleaning the house and got a long chill bath, cooked and ate.

What next now?

My life has come to point where it is devoid of any thrill or excitement.We,a group of colleagues, have visited almost all the places that are listed in the ‘Places to visit in Hyderabad’ and for the ‘Weekend gateways from Hyderabad’, we,being first time earners and not boasting big bank balances,still give it a second thought. I hope that changes after a few months. :P

The day pitied us and sent off the sun soon. Just when I was downloading some pretty cool apps from the app store, my best friend, who is preparing for her CA final exams and has her exams from tomorrow called me and we chatted for about 10-15 minutes talking all crazy stuff.

While talking to her, a momentary excitement filled up my life. It felt as if I was going to appear for an examination. All the stationery shopping, that nervousness, that thrill. I feel today that I actually like the feeling I have before an examination. All that is now lost somewhere amidst the performance bonuses and appraisals. I was so thrilled and excited when while talking that it made her say from the other end “Why don’t you go and appear for my examinations on my behalf”. I thought, ”Oh God!I wish I could.How badly I want to.”

There’s something special when you’re examined for whatever you’ve read and prepared for. And the feeling of acing it is just incomparable!

Wishing you all the very best Pranji! J

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Breaking Bad?

I find friendship to be fascinating. How two strangers get along so well, who are related to you neither by blood nor by deeds? Yet you find yourself to be so comfortable with them.

Just as John Green mentions in FIOS,you fall in love just like you fall asleep.First slowly and then all at once.Friendship to me is one such relationship.You meet,you talk,you talk more,you start sharing your thoughts and ideas,your secrets and then knowingly or unknowingly you find that they are now a part of that shell inside which you only allow some.

You let them in ,share your joys and sorrows,you feel everything gets just perfect with them.Laughter,Food everything.

Then all of a sudden you find them trying to push the shell from inside, as if it’s somewhere suffocating them. The reasons could be many.
As your life progresses, inclusion of more people inside.

They want to get out of the shell, reason from their side could possibly be many.
In such circumstances should one just allow and help the person to escape with ease looking to it that he doesn’t crack the whole of shell and simply move on in life or try to keep it intact but with the constant fear of shell dismantlement and losing friendship?

When you don't look your age.

A few days back my sister was ere in Hyderabad and just as a meet-treat took me to a very posh restaurant located in the center of the city. If you are not in any of the dry states and the restaurant too happens to be a posh one, finding drinks in the menu there won’t raise your eyebrows. And as the government rule states one has to be above 18 to enter places where drinks are served. So the situation goes something like this.

Outside the entrance stood a security personal checking bags and stuff. When I was about to enter he asked me for my identity proof. Thinking it was just the usual norms for the place, I tried taking it out from my overly stuffed bag noticing the girls accompanying me with my squinted eyes. The other girl(my sister’s friend) was too trying to remove it from her bag while my sister stood there confused. Being familiar with the place, just when she was about to ask the person about the happenings there, he said, pointing to Jo(Sister’s friend),
“Madam,you need not take out your Id card.”

My sister promptly asked “Oh! You want to confirm her(my) age?”
He replied, “Yes mam.Just wanted to make sure she is above 18”
I stood there face-palm and gave a similar look to that guy replied sweetly,”you look much younger than your age!”
We all had a hearty laugh.

Not just that.

I had my connecting flight from Ahmedabad to Hyderabad via Mumbai and there was this little kid who was seated beside me.Throughout the journey I had been reading a book and noticing the yawing of the kid who was also adjacent to his sleeping dad.

Just as we landed at Mumbai this conversation initiated.

“Didi,Where are you going?”
“Where are you from?”
“Why Ahmedabad”
“My parents stay here.Had come to meet them”
“You stay alone at Hyderabad”
“Yes. Why?”
“Oh.Its too far from Ahmedabad.”
“Why do you stay at Hyderabad”
“I work there.”
“Toh aap school main nahi padhte?Mujhe laga aap school mai padhte ho!”

Holy Crap!
Nothing more to say.

Signing off from Chatrapati Shivaji Airport,Mumbai. J

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Real Togetherness

What an apt time it is for the contest, when I sit here just after the late meal just because I was busy irritating my father with my shopping woes.
I’m here, in my city, the city I spent 22 years of my life after 3.5 long months. I still remember, last Navratri, I had wished if God could make my existence here again, the coming here. Be here hearing my favorite Aarti and dance and swing to the beautiful garba songs. And God is sweet. Here I am today having enjoyed the last few days. And the best part being, it’s not just me who is here. I, my parents, my sister-who just got married last year and her in-laws all have gathered here to enjoy this festival.
For the past 3.5 months it was always the usual office and the internet through which I survived. And a few close office colleagues. Now, I am with the people whom I love, not chatting with them via Whatsapp or Hike, not sharing the hug, Smile and Laughter stickers, but in real, Hearing the laughter, watching the smile and feeling a hug.
Real Togetherness for me is not an alarm waking me up with its usual tone but mom asking me to get up and get dressed for the next series of activities. Its sipping that dad-made tea with my favorite Eliachi toasts, its unwrapping and eating those chocolates without any guilt  and fighting to not to share it with anybody(Chocolates are special!).It’s the noon to evening shopping wherein I get to see all sorts of weird expressions on my parent’s faces, all trying to make me wrap up purchasing faster. It’s about sitting for an hour and deciding which restaurant or street food stall should be visited for the dinner. Its about asking mom to prepare our favorite delicacies. It’s about getting dressed in traditional and showing each other our favorite lipstick and nail enamel paints. It’s about going for shopping in this extreme heat and then enjoying it nevertheless by drinking a glass or two sugarcane juice from the place with which you have a series of memories and emotions attached.
It’s about letting the people, who’ve visited the place for the first time, know how cool the place is to be. It’s about walking on the same lanes and roads with them and sharing with them the memories that are etched there. It’s also about teaching them the garba steps and watching them swirl along. It’s about eating the sugar-candies after a long night walking together while making that sluuuuurp sounds.
It’s about meeting those old friends who’ve not changed a bit realizing that strength of a relationship isn’t measured by the physical distance.
3.5 months and I realize what home-coming is.What it is to live the days when you know it’s not permanent anymore. But I also realize that I was lucky enough to experience all this for 22 years, for those were the years that created memories and I can now cherish them until the next ‘Real Togetherness’.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Solo Journey.

They say matter how close you are too your city, your parents and siblings you ought to experience staying alone atleast once in life. You get to test the strength in your roots of responsibility along with the wings of independence.

There are very minor aspects of day to day life which would have never crossed our mind which suddenly becomes noticeable and unignorable.

Now, when I'm taking my life's first solo journey in the bus, there is a background check going on in my mind,like,if there's any perishable grocery left to be used, that I've locked up the rooms and house well, that I've packed all the stuffs, downloaded the reliable safety apps etc. etc.

A few of my fellow mates asking me to go safe, parents asking me not to climb down the bus late night and many more such instructions packed with utmost love and care.

Its this cool breeze blowing by right now whilst I sit on a window side seat and look at the bustling city full of people eager to go to their hometown accompanied by the variety of sounds and noises . Its a long weekend after all.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

First Phone

22 Year Old and I just got my first phone.

Reaction of People.

One who’s very close to me.Frequent caller.
“Thank God! Ab aawaz achhey se sunai degi”

Not-so frequent caller
“Ah! Finally!”

“Kya! Ab tak nahi tha?”

The point is, I get attached to things, no matter how much they’ve troubled me at any point in life. Be it my Honda Kinetic which was so stubborn that it needed at least 10 kicks before it would finally let some sound out of it or this pretty little cute phone of mine(actually sister’s phone,I was using it!).

It was only when I moved to this new city that I got to know how the autowalas are thugs here.And to my surprise, without meters. Rise in demand,rise in price!So I had to look for alternatives with cabs being cheaper than the autos here and my Little White Fairy had no  GPS into it.So I had to think of buying one.It was sister who used to initially tell everybody that she’ll buy her first phone with her own money. But, it turned out that her sister was destined to do that! :P

Guess what? I intentionally ordered the phone on 13th September. DD/MM/YY of my birth date. :P

It arrived today. Bold Dusky Gray!

Little White Princess clicked the Bold Dusky Gray!

Some might feel,what's so great about this.But for me,the feeling rests high in my heart! :)

Monday, September 14, 2015

A Quarter of Change.

Sometimes you have to accept the fact that certain things will never go back to how they used to be.:

It’s almost been a quarter that I’ve come here.Can’t say that the days passed by soon. Because every moment of my life, I miss my past and hug my present. That’s what life is all about, I guess.

And I was wondering how little surprises, little visits and little pampering fills up the otherwise monotonous life with excitement.

Initially in June, it was all hush-hush. First Job. New city. Leaving behind my beloved city. Parents .The Friends.

July passed in Flat hunts, bad experiences, meeting new people, befriending the coworkers, knowing and learning the job stuffs ,exploring Hyderabad and excitedly waiting for my first salary as a software engineer.

Just when I received my first salary I was wondering what to gift to my parents-the reason I am whatever I am today. And then the casual leaves getting expired and I invited my parents here wherein I funded their entire trip. August went into waiting for them and then missing them.

September was going slow but it was then that I decided it was now the time to get my FIRST phone. Just ordered a phone yesterday and now waiting for its delivery. Also, next week I have my dearest sissy coming here.Not to miss the flight tickets I booked for the next month to fly to the place which houses my partial soul-Ahmedabad.

I’m sure the remaining days of September and half of October would go longing for those days.Also,a trip to Bangalore somewhere between!

How little things began to matter so much and how these are the little joys you try to find amidst your busy llife!

Not to miss A-Book-A-Month which helps me get past memories sometimes. J

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday! :D

I bought myself a gift for your birthday! It's your favorite! :D

I love you! :D


Friday, September 4, 2015

FS Tales #5 : Some People Touch Our Hearts, Even with a Common Conversation!

Today, while in the washroom, I came across this woman, one of the cleaning staff members. She started speaking to me, something in telugu.I let her complete her sentence and very gently told her that I cannot comprehend the language.
Thankfully, she knew Hindi and translated the same for me.That initiated a conversation. She appeared to be a woman in her late 30s or 40s and began narrating the water problems in the city. And the problems that she and her society members face. I felt a little pain. Imagining how some people survive. And in spite of this, she was thankful that she was in a better position than the others.
Then, asked me that when had I joined.I told her that  I am from Gujarat. She smiled big and said ‘I have a daughter of your age and looks just like you.’
That made me smile.
Then began telling about her. Of how she was preparing for the CA course and how she just fell short of 2 marks. She was proud of her efforts but wanted to make sure she is in the correct field and so asked me of the career prospects after completing the course. I assured her that they are very fair.
While I was leaving, she says that I remind her of her daughter and that if I find time could he talk to me whenever she finds me.
All the way back(that’s like Internal FS walking for me!) I had this big smile,so much so that my  jaws were really paining when I got seated!
How often do we find time to talk to strangers and get connected to them and feel their lives?Everyday we see them, acknowledge their existence and we walk away.
That watchman of the building, that sweeper on the street, that cleaning staff of the office, that maid in the house.
We’re all born with Humanity. But talking to these people, people who never come into picture, yet who are a vital part of our lives, enlivens that humanity again!

Thursday, September 3, 2015

FS Tales #4 : Chocolate Thieves!

What happens to a girl who is so fond of chocolate and while heading for lunch notices a BIG bag of chocolates kept by a non-Indian for his teammates?
It has to be a stimulus-that mouthwatering, that heart beat increase .But those weren’t meant for our team right?

I and another friend of mine feel the same when it comes to chocolates-tremendous love, something for which we can even sacrifice all the moral science lessons that were taught to us.

The other day it so happened that we were heading to the cafeteria for lunch and on the way noticed a bagful of M&Ms and KitKats etc.(Ummn…Mouth Watery!).And we wanted a share, at ANY cost!

So I and this friend of mine thought of various ways of getting inside and walking away with a handful of them like :
‘Hey!Can we have them?’ (Such innocent request. Nobody would deny! Would they?)

‘Umn..Can we have them pleaaaaaaaase?’ (Yeaa..Yea..Sure is what he would have said)

And when these request thing dint ring up with us..We even had this thought of rushing into his cabin…Grabbing the whole packet and zoooooom! Running away! :P

But then…We thought of the consequences..Instead of the organization posters..there would be ‘Meet Our Chocolate Thieves!’

And then finally we decided to let go of our temptations and headed for lunch!

While coming, we noticed that the cabin was now unoccupied.
And the bag of chocolates was still there..the pack wide open in our if inviting us.We rushed inside..looked here and there..grabbed  one or two and ran like little kids!

But wait! We aren’t that bad! We shared the chocolates..something I rarely do!

Maybe to lighten my thoughts on how I got them :P