Yawn Yawn....Doze!

Technology makes life simple. In fact, very simple.You see, It relieved me of the pain of having dinner (So I am thinking in duress), of brushing my teeth in the night,of sleeping, and as of now, I am very optimistic about not having to brush my teeth in the morning too!!
Simply because God is yet not forward-compatible with technology to create mortals defying hunger, I am munching a VEG pizza ( Take note , "VEG" pizza, let me admit, not eating NON-VEG this month is the secret to getting a wonderful spouse , or so mom says!!), a bottle of coke and some garlic bread. As brunch is to late morning meal, what is it to a late-night, rather too early ( Isn’t 12.30 a.m. very much eligible for that?) morning meal? For all the English vocabulary I possess and a drowsy brain that I am bearing, all I could gather to term that “meal” is an early-breakfast (Literally, it did break my fast of quite some hours). At office, another two mortals and myself are holding ourselves captive to achieve something not even thought of in the past nor would be in the future. However, whatever be the outcome of our plight, I did discover quite some facts that answered so many questions lingering in my mind over a period of time .Hold on if you started thinking that I got philosophical and got the purpose of my existence…blah blah blah..

Actually, I always wondered how and when my desk used to be tidied everyday, because even when I left office at 10.30 p.m. or later, my desk would be as dirty as I would leave it and miraculously it would just be picture perfect on days I walked in as early as 7.00 a.m too. I always was surprised and curious to know which angel would appear to clear my desk. Yeah, today, the suspense ended. A bunch of house-keeping guys walked into the wing, exactly at the strike of 12 to clear all the mess on the desks and put things in place. Although, aliens for sure we were, I don’t know if they were more right in considering me one or I was in considering them so, at that time.

The lights do get switched off in the cubicles, which are once in a while, devoid of their owners. Every dog, I mean, cubicle has some rare day ,rather night , all for itself!

The bland VEG pizza does taste utterly delicious without the sauce and chilli flakes too , at 1.00 am !!

The Hosur Road did look more or less traffic-free at 2.30 am when I peeped out of the window of our lab!

More than anything else, when folks said that one realizes the importance of something only when it is missed , it never used to strike me as much. Seriously, miss a night’s sleep and you will know what it feels like!!

Happy Children's Day

Are the days really gone?

It's never too late to seek the child within, or so I suppose!!

Happy Children's day!! Celebrate the kid in you.

All in a name !

Although the mere purpose of a name is just to attach a tag of identification to an individual, the amount of interest it evokes is immense. With my niece about to get christened in the near future, the amount of team-effort it calls for is very well known to me, so demanding the task is for all the scare of contrite that might spring up owing to the disapproval from the kid in future for whatever reasons.

No doubt, I hardly had regrets for my name being my name, but whenever immaturity ruled the roost, I too had my own reasons for telling my parents that they could have done a better job in choosing my name. In school, the innumerable chat sessions in recess provided equal opportunity to one and all to lament their parents' less-than-average job in naming them so. Most of the times, the cause for displeasure would be one of these:

My name is so unheard-of in the class! Today, I am going to ask mama why she didn’t find a well-known name. ( She probably calmed down when her mom said ‘ Your name is as special as you are, how can anyone and everyone share your name? That's why we opted for a very rare name’).

My name is so very common in the class! There are five people with the same name, and two share the same initials too!

Why did my name start with "R" and not "A"? Don't parents know that call for attendance happens in Alphabetical order? I have to sit in the class room until my name figures.Everyday, I fail to get a seat in the school bus, while Archana always gets!!

Why did my name start with “A” and not “R” or “S” or ….. ? Simply because my name is seen so very easily in the first page of the attendance register, although ma’am says she might ask questions to anyone, she never fails to ask me!

Why is my name so girlish? Everyone mocks me that boys don’t have such names…Why of all, Chaitanya?

Why is my name so boyish? Could a name for a girl not have been anything other than Kiran?

Why should I have been the victim for my mom being a great fan of Dharmendra? I have to share that old-man’s name now!
(No doubt, his younger brother would moan too for the same reason , for he was named Jitendra, for rhyming purpose, you know!)

I don’t know why everyone asks the meaning of my name! When my parents don’t know it , how can I?
(Can’t help being reminded of my colleague who has not left any internet link to know the meaning of his 30 year old name, although every hit has kept him disappointed! Every time he introduces himself, he never fails to quote the disclaimer “Please don’t ask for the meaning, me yet to know!”)


Not for no reason that these memories sprang up. Just recently when my colleague was looking for some name for her nephew, quite some folks ganged up to help her out. In the process, I thought I could land up with a special, hard-to-pronounce, rare and good name starting from “J” for my niece, that cute June-born too! Well, the discussion just drifted when a guy in the gang asked “what is that one ideal feminine name that can make a guy go crazy?” When all the other girl-colleagues were still in thoughts, I said, “Not sure of all, but for one guy in the world, it must be Rashmi!!!” and thus fell the curtains to the discussion.

All for good?

Folks say that everything God does is for good
If so,
Why did I see a blind person today?
....Maybe God did that to stop him from seeing the filth in the world.
Why are there some people poor and some poorer still?
....Maybe He did that to let them rejoice when they found a single penny.
Why He made Himself inaccessible ?
....Maybe to spare Himself from being rewarded for all the "all-for-good" deeds He has done!

When it is said "Nobody is perfect",does that exclude God?
Ok,Did someone say "Why did He create such idle minds?" It had better be for good!

Generation Gap!

Hey Dad,
I am doing fine. You know what, this time around I am not crying the way I used to do every time I mailed. As you said, I am growing older and have to take control of my emotions. Also, I know why you left me in a residential school, that too in the one you studied only. Isn't it to see me grow the way you did? Dad, I also would be very proud to be like you.
My English ma'am said " Like Father, Like Son". But, dad, last week, I happened to see the seniors' archive answer sheets in the library.I always look for only your answer sheets there because I like to look up to you and follow your foot steps.
This time, I was so horrified to see a wrong answer in your booklet and your ma'am has corrected it and awarded full marks. Dad, Pluto is not a planet,how could you write that and your ma'am consider it correct? I was so depressed to see your wrong answer,that too for such a simple question!!
Hmm..it's ok, dad , I will keep it a secret. I took a lot of time to write this mail because, I know you hate spelling mistakes. I always used to get the errors in my mail corrected from seniors,but this time I didnt show the mail to them because they would get to know that you don't know that Pluto is not a planet and start mocking me.
So I had to look up the dictionary and correct the mistakes and then send the mail.It's ok.... dad, mistakes do happen. Pluto is not planet, it is the name of my Warden's dog! But, was that dog here when you studied too? So old, it must be!
Sam.
Sep 1st, 2020

Proud to be an Indian

Countless Martyrs

Hunger Strikes

Dandi Marches

Sustained BloodShed

Firm Non-Violence

Matchless Patriotism

Indian Independence

A proud salute to the the great souls that made us feel at home in our own homeland.

A very proud one indeed!

Raw-Key!!

This post spurs as a consequence of a jovial mail forwarded by a guy to our work group, asking the guys to take leave tomorrow on account of Rakhi celebration , dreading the happening of some pretty girl tying rakhi and hence washing out the cupid castles built since quite some time, in a moment.I too had my share of laughter on seeing the mail and the plight of the guy in the photo attached with the mail was an incing on the cake for people craving for fun. Jokes apart, I have never understood why girls adopt such petty means to avoid eve-teasing,crushes and all the related occurences. It's time one stopped calling all guys, she doesn’t want to have as her partner, brothers!
Over the years, in high-school and college, I have witnessed so many girls giving rise to a new definition for "BROTHER"- According to them, he is someone a girl would not marry! Damn it! How can one so liberally give that title to anyone on the streets while only folks sharing the fraternal affection deserve to be tagged so?It sure beats me! The very significance attached to the eve goes for a toss with it being taken so casually and lightly. With the kind of life-style we are accustomed to, interacting with guys in the society is a must, and should be rightly encouraged too. How else would egalitarianism get molded otherwise? In effect, if not always, it might so happen that one might face some odd effects of socializing with guys ( I am not blaming only the guys here). If one wants to confront ill-effects of it,one should not resort to passive means, for some,one being Rakhi. When used as weapon for giving a safe name to the guy-girl relationship,rakhi is just nothing but a thread.. where would fraternity spring from, forget discussing the “raksha” aspect of the child’s play, absolutely no point.
Addressing the girls who intend to use this raw-key as a solution to the problem, all I want to say is to grow up and think maturely. All don’t have to be brothers, some can be good friends… just friends.It’s in the feeling, not in the thread tied around the wrist sans the fraternal feeling.
So, say no to Raw-key…. Just advocate Rakhi!
Happy Rakhi festival to all those who whole-heartedly celebrate the pride of being someone’s brother or sister.

Being Blogger

Although I was compelled to subside my tempatation to visit my blog over the days for want of time and mindset to even think about a lot of things happening around me, to say the least, detached temporarily from my blog, it had not frustrated me as much as the news of blogs being blocked came.Not until friends started asking me as to why blogs were not being accessible did I realise and research on the cause for blogs getting blocked. Thanks to my not-reading-newspapers-habit that I have developed, of late! All said and done, I too believe that in the name of Freedom of Speech, anything under the Sun cannot be allowed to be expressed, for the welfare of the nation, rather to the benefit of the masses. Government, supposed to think sensibly, does have the rights to limit the rights of the people at certain circumstances to meet the security and communal stability in a complexly constituted country like India. But, being a massive body that it is, it can't afford to think and act this petty! The act of blocking blogs would to what extent serve the purpose is beyond my imagination! If not blogs, rather blogs only on blogspot, there are other means to express oneself, which possibly according to the government has the potential to invigourate the communal violences. Can curbing one from posting a blog stop all this! If the Government is incapable of handling the physical disturbances happening around, I wonder how it can fight the mental turbulences happening in the minds of people! That's exactly what it attempted to do.
Amidst all this, what seemed like a silver lining was the potential that blogosphere and bloggers had, to challenge and compel the Government to revisit the constitution to recollect the basics of rights and duties and how rightly they have to be executed.
It came as a surpise that Indian bloggers are such a significant group, both in numbers and strength. More often than not, my blog had been a place only for miscellaneous jottings, but I have visited blogs dedicated for note-worthy issues and help in various fields. It just shocked me that they were getting blocked too! Just recently , I had read about a Police station in Chitradurga ( A demographically large, but comparatively socially backward district in Karnataka) had maintained a blog to keep in close touch with the public. I have no words to express the pride I had in knowing that a district which has yet to go a long way had become so tech-savvy. Pride being two-folds for the reason that my parents are native of that place and hence, although was born and brought up outside of it, I find my roots there. Here, blog was maintained to improve security, Isn't it?
Nevertheless, the crisis that had popped up for a while,only helped in making us understand the role bloggers can play. If they were unfortunately thought of as being able to shake the communal stability of India, (while they actually shook the Government!!) they indeed have an audience to cater to! Yes, blogging should go on and in the interest of not only the nation, but the world, one should morally adhere to certain boundaries without being compelled to.
Hail Bloggers!

Off went the offer

Hmm… it truly has been quite a long while since I even saw my blog.Not that I have been extra-ordinarily busy, rather not that I wasn’t as busy anytime before as I am now. Despite being hard pressed for time, I used to squeeze some time out for my blog, very often. Did I hear someone say, “Come on Rashmi, enough of beating around the bush, why not say suffering from Writer's Block!!” Well, me not a writer per se to be privileged enough to suffer from it.
Not that the days that went by weren’t eventful. If you are given an offer to act in a movie or the hope in your ability to act in one, isn’t it significant? Well, it happened to me one day. While I was traveling back home, reading a book with my half-closed eyes,a pretty high-school girl came and sat next to me. I was not in the mood to strike any conversation with anyone, so, for the conversation that occurred between her and myself,she truly deserves the credit. After the initial your-name,your-job,your-place, basically a bio-data enquiry, the answers to which I gave reluctantly, every time hoping that she would conclude and leave me alone to relax myself, the next question was the one that made my mouth and eyes open to a complete 360 degrees. She calmly asked me if I would act in a movie, given a chance. I didn’t know if she came from a filmi-background,neither did I want to know. What amazed me was the sheer question and her choice of recipient of the question. Although there is an age-old myth that there exist seven people in the world who look alike, me not the one to believe that I figure among the rest six of the beauty queens. It took some time for me to come over the shock and thought of asking her what made her ask me that question, and what made her think that I would be interested in acting, and above all, what made her think I could become an actress. Hmm.. after having framed the questions in my mind, I started asking for her justification for asking me that question. All she said was “Just like that”. I didn’t want to insist more because I was not looking for a film-offer, anyway. So, that was the story of my 30-mins film-offer. Be it an offer that went off the moment it came, wasn’t that an event for me? It sure was. I was wondering what kind of art-movie was she or whoever she was knowing planning to make that a person like me would fit in, is Jassi jaisi koi nahin being made into a movie? Probably, she thought I can play pre-transformation-Jassi!!

No House No Hold

Neither were you here
Nor are you there
Born into one
Yours, it's never gonna be
Going to another
Yours, it never was
Swapping households
But, no house no hold

Why is it the way it is?

There could be many, but one I can think of is that everyone wants to share a piece of her life...... A divine creation that she is! :)

Momentary Silence

It’s a foregone conclusion that daring to keep a woman quiet for a long time is literally a mission impossible. Why consider long time, sometimes, some women end up chatting even while offering two minutes silence to the dead ( Not that men don’t but considering women folk here). Yeah, being one and around so many women, I can reveal, not that many do not know, rather reiterate the fact that there is a technique to achieve momentary silence from a woman’s side. Although, no certainty about their response for the moments to follow. Some might walk away (the least intensive one!), some might fume and the worst of all, exhibit their gadgets, symbols of self-defence, if I may say so.
If no one gives a damn to the repercussions or has let’s-see-when-it-happens-attitude, then here is the revelation of the technique to achieve momentary silence from women (Did someone say Women and silence form a wonderful paradox? Well…..), just ask her age… as simple (not really simple, though) as that!! There you witness, MOMENTARY SILENCE!!
It still remains a mystery to me as to why women find it difficult or embarrassing to face queries related to their age. Is there an anti-ageing living-being on earth?
I happen to recollect an incident in the bus when a conductor asked a college-girl, her age. I guess, I don’t have to explain the scene that followed after the momentary silence, right? He did so for it was mandatory to enter the passenger’s age in the bus-pass offered. Poor soul, Conductor! As a result of such redundant incidents, women have the privilege of bypassing the mandatory rule of getting their age entered in the bus-passes.
With my birthday being today, a reminder to indicate that I being one of women-folk, age too, I am also going to face questions if I am 81-born, 82-born or 83-born? (Smart ways of asking age, right?). Actually, I don’t mind telling my age. Isn’t a fact a fact? Here I confidently quote my age, add one to the age I quoted till yesterday. Didn’t I tell that I don’t mind revealing my age? (Did someone say that last year too, I said “Add one to the age I quoted till yesterday?”....well, a proud woman that I am!! )

P.S:

Some of the quotes that justify the fact ,with most of them being hilarious , I put here.
Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of thirty – Anon
Few Women admit their age. Few Men act theirs! –Anon
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age –Robert Frost.
One should never trust a woman who tells her real age. A woman who tells one that would tell anything-Oscar Wilde.

Be all of them whatever, at the end of the day, the ones that inspire every soul are
May you live all the days of your life – Jonathan Swift.
The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.~ Oprah Winfrey

Talking Chameleons

Forever, I had been amazed to watch the traits of Chameleons, the reptile species known for changing colors to adapt to the environment, in effect fit well to survive. Terrific embedding of chemistry in Biology by the great Bio-chemist, the almighty, it has been. Every time I came across documentaries of these species on the Animal Planet, The National Geographic or Discovery Channel, I had glued my eyes to the television screen.How much I wished to see at least one, changing colors from a closer distance? I guess, I happened to make this wish when a shooting star went past by, coincidentally. Wish gets granted, to put me in a place where I dwell most of the time, away from home.Now, I get to see, not the national-geographic kind, but, more mind-boggling species. Not only do they change colors to adapt to the situations, but they also talk! If not by talking, how the blame could be dumped on someone else’s head to save their face. I only wished to see one chameleon, but I guess it was a denewala-jab-bhi-dega-dega-chappar-phadke-season that I get to see so many everyday. From my side, I have to learn from this that I should not make a wish and even if I do, not when a shooting star falls. I don’t know why National-Geographic and the likes have not thrown light on these phenomenal species. Ok, let me get back to business before the chameleons notice and hold a meeting to... you know why!!

I said...

You care,I know
You really do
Haunts this scare tho'
Do I deserve you?

Know not if I can reach the helm
Of love,as you do
Of forbearance, as you do
All I know is I love you, I really do.

Unsure where the path would lead us
You steer, follow I shall
Blindfolded, O my love
For In you I trust, I really do.

Paradox it sure is,
Free I am, in your clasp
Risen in love,for you when I fell,
Hear me, I said all this tongue-tied.

SIM-wars

Whenever you talk to a friend over mobile, sometimes before “hi” or just after that, you get indulged in justifying the reason for your having chosen the SIM you have opted. At least with me , it happens more often than not, mostly first time, although not surprising if the same debate recurs. It just happens that all but the one I opted provide mysterious better offers, more free messaging services, better network coverage, blah, blah, blah……
With my having chosen (didn’t really rack my brain) the one not so popular (at least in my friend circle) I have to bear with all the accusations of a not-so-good-mobile-communication. So, every time, I went to get my currency recharged, my brother would insist I change to Airtel for it offers good network coverage. Well, after a little suspicion and a little amount of probing, the fact was revealed that Kareena Kapoor , who stays somewhere in ChinaTown, has had a great impact on my brother…..err…….Airtel!
Another colleague of mine almost forced me into changing to Hutch justifying that it offers an attractive messaging service, a wide quota of free messages that can be sent ( Did she wink when she said it would help if I have a boy-friend? Well, maybe).Just when I was giving it a thought, ‘Rahul Dravid’ screen saver dazzled on her mobile.Hmm…what was I thinking? How could she be attracted to that cute doggy in the Hutch ads when she was looking for a cuter specimen?
When reliance is/was relying on so many people,Saurav,Irfan, Ajay Devgan and Kajol to lift itself up, don’t I have to think before relying on that?
With so many confusions in mind, I thought the SIM vendors at mobile-shops are better judges of SIMs, I went there and enquired as to which SIM is better. Instantly came a grinning reply from the vendor “ Ma'am, Spice, the one for which Priyanka Chopra is the ambassador.” Hmm….. but, that’s what I already have now! Does the grass look greener on the other side? I was just wondering if what I encountered was SIM-war or Star-war!
I thought I have to put up with the one I have until Aamir Khan proposes the use of some SIM. God! Now that my cell started ringing, I have to prepare myself to listen to some SIM-selection counseling from the caller.

Disclaimer: When I am not sure what SIM to use ( until Aamir Khan sponsors one,though), how can I say which one is better? Not targeting any here, stick to your choices.

Glitter that tarnished

What seemed like an exuberant emergence of another youth icon, a literary genius, turns out to be a washout, to the despair of many, certainly me being one. Always,if any person who has too many feathers in his/her cap turns out to be even a single minute elder to me, I have found all excuses to convince myself that I am still young to achieve those targets and will do it at an age as theirs . But, when I get to see some child/teenaged prodigies, my mind is an absolute pot-pourri of feelings- awe for the abilities at a tender age, depression for my not doing what folks younger to me could , guilt for having not utilized the potential ( I believe everyone has it in him/her, what might lack is the grooming or grit) and what not. So were the feelings when I read a snippet of India-born 19 year old novelist( ?), Kaavya Vishwanaathan who bagged a half-million dollar deal and a two-book contract. Her(?) book “ How Opal Mehta got kissed, got wild and got a life” was listed as the 32nd best seller and all the hype created kept me engrossed in the follow-ups. Not a speck of doubt I had about the integrity issues relating to this Harvard-pupil and her work until recently. But comparisons of passages just unveiled the fact beyond doubt. What was she up to? Daring to eyewash the world ? Anyone would be amazed at her infamous guts, but at the end of the day, she has had a fall, a tough one at that. She has turned out to be a plagiarist in an unsuccessful attempt to prove herself a prodigy. If she had no way but to plagiarize, could she not have taken tips from the Hindi movie industry which makes umpteen movies with the same story and still escapes, or some from a class of expert engineering students (barring the sincere-types) , whose assignments come as if from molds , or at the least sought the help of a thesaurus?
“High time you grew up, Kaavya”. It could have been unintentional or lack of awareness of the consequences, but, there’s no excusing some mistakes, right? I very much pity the mental stress Kaavya is being put through, but, as you sow, so shall you reap.
The Publishing houses, no doubt , should shoulder the responsibility to ensure that what they bring out meet the ethics of the media but it is impractical to expect them to identify every attempt of plagiarism. In an attempt to encourage a young talent, I suppose, the Little, Brown & Co burnt its fingers. As for repercussions, unfortunately, all wannabe writers have a tough task ahead to prove integrity of their work. In the process, some budding talent might lose the race owing to getting the motivation and enthusiasm hit by the ordeal involved.
If only it were easy to cheat the world, I would also do some scrap work to come up with a novel or two this weekend. Well, in the weekends to follow, I could have done still better for practice makes an act perfect, I suppose.

All I want

Am I not justified in being disgusted with my life when I get an sms wishing 'good night' while still busy working at office? However, yesterday was one of those frequent times I got one and realised that sensible people go home,rather be at home at that time and wound up for the day. At the bus stop, absolutely no exaggeration, it seemed like all routes led to all places but my home. Waited for half-an-hour,at an already late time. Finally, for all the good deeds done by whoever, I got a bus, simply jam-packed.
Although, I grew up drinking health-drink, I didn't become any of taller-stronger-sharper types. Well, I don't regret for the same, for in cases posing huge competition for space, as in the case of the bus, I can still manage to fit in my just-a-little-more-than-tiny frame into it. Completely crushed was I in the bus and being deprived of seat, was being deprived of a nap to relieve the stress,to a certain extent.I was terribly tired after having stood for close to 2 hours and was desperate to rush home. But, the more I wanted to rush, the more the strain and pain in the legs held me back ( Newton's Law...... Ist , IInd or the IIIrd? Long time since I mugged them) At last, I reached home , I suppose what I ate to comfort my parents was dinner and went off to sleep.
Today,I woke up late owing to the ache in the legs and right-side of my head. It still remains a mystery why whenever my head aches, only the right-side of it makes it presence felt ( Left-side,Are you there? Nevertheless, I am glad, it is less worse to have half intense ache ). Again, late to the bus-stop, jam-packed bus, standing all the way long and late to office tired as if the day is already over. Now, here I get a warmly-fuming welcome from team leader.
Amidst the ache, strain and fumes all around, I have realized that all I want in my life to make it cheerful, energetic and prosperous is A seat in the bus!

"God, can you hear me? You'd better!"

The Dawn

Afore all I awoke, silent
Leaned against the sill, stubborn
To behold your egress
From behind the hillock
With your maiden beams
To get caressed, I beckoned
O Master of the platonic game
You hid, I sought, brushing aside the curls
You still hid, I still sought
Lest I rage, a while, you then rose
Higher and brighter, vivid
I smiled at last, pacified

“Annavru”... the actor who never acted!

Folks who have been in touch with Bangalore, directly or indirectly over the past two days need no explanation on why Bangalore came to a standstill. Yes, completely bereaved is the cinema industry, so is the society. Dr.Rajkumar's soul rests in peace on 12th April, the unfortunate incident that invoked an unruly atmosphere all over Karnataka, more specifically Bangalore. Well, no wonder, any sensible person would be disappointed with the imbecile behavior of the fanatics or the so-called types which only caused a lot of inconvenience to people and enormous damages to many. However, I don’t intend to crib about the barbarian elements and their insensible acts. Not that, it should not be discussed, but the longing was to write on the legendary thespian, not the anti-social souls.
Not many, at least in south-India are unaware of Dr.Raj, I suppose. A man, who gave life to plethora of roles and instilled the virtues he portrayed, in his life too. I for one, who grew up watching his movies, can only perceive Gods, saints and Kings the way Dr.Raj appeared on screen. Such was the calibre of this great individual who did complete justice to his profession. If the whole of Karnataka shook, it didn’t happen without the respect people had for this man. Amidst the throng of actors, he stood tall, not only because of his performing skills, but because, he was also conscious about his role in the society. A person who realized the responsibility attached to his persona, made a conscious decision to choose roles that only imparted good virtues. Can anyone believe that an actor can be so stuck to principles so as not to choose roles depicting acts of smoking or fuddling too? Hats off.
A soul that rose to reach the helm of fame knew nothing but modesty and humility. All in all, “Annavru” was an actor who never acted. He was just the same on and off the screen, depicting nothing but good virtues that he strongly believed in. I take a bow.

Eyes that never cry!

I have been gifted (?) with a pair of eyes that are mostly dried of water. But, do eyes that cry alone show that there lies a heart within which is susceptible to get hurt at the slightest bitter thing? For having been this way thus far in my life, people around me have virtually carved out a rule that “Rashmi doesn’t cry, rather cannot cry, rather should not cry”. More often than not, my eyes do adhere to the rule, but as frequently, my heart denies the same. I cry, only to be heard by myself, only to be consoled by myself.

Yeah, it’s been a too psychic kind of jotting, but, it hasn’t come without my heart getting hurt. After all, I am here talking to my eternal friend, myself here.
A very close friend of mine, been with me almost since I started my professional (?) career, called it quits today to accomplish her dreams elsewhere. I am definitely happy for her, forever wishing her the very best in her life. But, damn heart finds it difficult to let her go, for once, I feel she must continue to stay on. Am I only concerned about soothing my heart? Am I self-centered? Am I being emotional to veil the foresight of her prospective future? Well….
Strange are man’s ways. In no time, we get attached to people who were nothing to us just sometime back and mean everything to us in just no time. Sometimes, I wonder why people are so good to leave an impact on us? Is it a futuristic deception? No, it isn't . The innate potential to spread the cheer around them is the culprit, the real culprit!

I am scared to crave for more friends, in effect, increasing the risk,I only want to cling to the ones I have, forever.

However,my ever-dry eyes insist that life still goes on! Well,but,.....

! TGIF

Who committed the grave mistake of wishing a happy weekend to God that he went out to chill. Who’s going to answer my prayers now?
“God! I wanted a happy weekend too !”
Now, where did I get the message “ Network Unreachable” from?
So, this weekend too,
Jeena yahaan marna yahaan ( oops! Marne kaise denge yeh log)
Iske siva jaana kahaan?

All I realize is ,
Friendly be not,
Bugs too wouldn’t want to leave you !

Everyone can understand that a DOG-tired person would BARK, right? So, please Excuse!

Enemies of Gossip

A girlie gang goes to the cafeteria, more to gossip and of course, eat some times in between for all the energy needed for the former act. But, for quite some days, we have not been gossiping to the fullest. Guess why? Mosquitoes, folks , mosquitoes. They just chase us out of the place. I almost realized bosses delegated the job of spying to mosquitoes. Spying gets well executed to achieve the target of being in our bosses’ good books, I suppose.
Today too, after having gotten bitten by a mosquito or two, we cut short our gossip abruptly, more like all the Saans-Bahu serials where the episode gets wound up when something really substantial is just about to happen. On the way down the flight of stairs, we were analyzing the root- cause for the prevalence of mosquitoes. My friend reasoned out that due excess heat during summer, mosquitoes just rock. But, my mom used to say that when it rains a lot, the days to follow would treat our blood to the mosquitoes sumptuously. I am sure, I can definitely find one who says winters are favourable for mosquitoes. From these contradicting root-causes, what I can only understand is mosquitoes really stand the tests of time!
Oops! What was that prick on my hand now? Damn it! I was only typing, not gossiping! These specimens simply overwork! I hate mosquitoes.

To not err.....inhuman

Just an year ago, my friend met with an accident on his way home from office. He was hit by a truck to get injured badly in the head and limbs to end up in a totally pathetic condition. He was admitted to the hospital immediately and his parents who stayed in another state were apprised of the condition. Like most of my other friends I also got to know about the tragedy only the next morning, in effect feeling very bad for whatever had happened. My friends and I happened to talk to our P.M. about this and got permission to call on him in the hospital to know how bad his condition was. When I was just about to leave for the hospital, I got a phone call. Although I was in a restless state and in no mood to pick it up, I did. “April Fool” said the voice. In no time, I could analyze that the whole sad story was cooked up to fool folks. With my nature of fooling people and playing pranks all through the year, I am undoubtedly a target of many on that D-day. It was no surprise I was fooled. But, despite knowing that it was April 1st, despite knowing that I was running a risk of getting fooled, I didn’t want to question the credibility of the matter for I thought if I believed, I would only be a fool if it were a prank (but, what was new about it?) but, if I didn’t believe and had it been true, I would feel guilty. I believed it to comfortably get fooled. People who were smart enough not to believe it and being safely saved from getting fooled, said I did a mistake in doing what I did. But, I thought, for such things, to not err, it is inhuman!


I was just reminded of it since the D-day is about to revisit again and another colleague said he’s going to quit on 31st.About bidding farewell.. To do or not to do?

Staggered calls

“Saw ur blog today ... quit writing huh? Boy, u sure have changed a lot from the time I knew u in college!! When did u start caring about somebody doing something that made u think about giving up things that u love doing? I am not telling u shouldn't change but I always saw this as one of ur strongest character traits, one that is so ingrained in u that couldn't be erased. I have always admired and respected u very highly for it “

This was a sudden reaction of my college-buddy who happened to visit my blog after a gap. I am reproducing it here because she insisted that her remark be answered on my blog, maybe to get me to write again! Smart emotional blackmail it was, right?
What put me to thought was that I never knew I was like this nor did I think otherwise of myself. Basically, I never drew a picture of myself or my traits. Some times to get such responses from folks who matter more to you can be so soothing , but it equally puts you under a lot more pressure to live up to their expectations. Since, yesterday, I have been thinking if a jolly-go-lucky girl at college could leave such an impression on another person or was it a mask she was wearing? Am I really the one people think I am or they drew kind conclusions because the real litmus test to prove character never happened?
Another thought that came across was how surprisingly things prioritize themselves and rule over a person’s mind. Sometimes, we let go of things that mean so much to us because the priority-swap-magic takes over…..truly amazing!
I am not sure if my true self came out of hibernation or the spell of priority-swap-magic exhausted , but I can surely say that I can resist everything but temptation!
Needless to say, My abode beckoned too ………

Bidding Adieu

Reinventing the wheel is a bad option for anything, more so when it comes to civilization. One has to civilize to upgrade the base inherited from the ones who put efforts on giving a shape to the guidelines for a good society and a human being. Being literates, it is inexcusable to resort to an age of crude behavior. What beats me is the fact that being intelligent and having access to a society of intelligent folks, some people tend to evoke disrespect on all individuals. Mutual respect should not be done away if need is to create an elite club of intellectuals.
I am not sure if this is indignation or the wish to stop being the cause for littering others' blogs which otherwise are coming up so well to express their writing talent, I am bidding adieu to this blog of mine. I can sense a smile or two somewhere! When it comes to expecting comments on the pieces of writing, it definitely displays lack of desire to improve if I only want favourable comments. Anything pertinent to the content is always welcome, but using this space to depict sadistic behavior is condemnable. It has become so suffocating to restrict comments, more so for the reason that one should be given freedom of expression. It is also the responsiblity of folks not to misuse freedom, I suppose. Instead of some petty means, which I myself dislike, I thought I should sign off. My decision has not sprung up without being given a chance or two. I cannot sustain things that reflect badly on my belief in righteousness.
I appreciate all the pointers and incitement extended by fellow bloggers thus far. I do not say that the existence of my blog had a significant role to play, it is also not easy to part with MY blog, which had become a part of myself and my expression, but I am doing this because, I guess that’s far better than propagating manners away from decorum. My small voluntary act to maintain blog discipline, in whatever capacity. I would like to explicitly mention that my connection with others’ blogs would be limited to reading ( I don’t want to give up on this for I like to read creative writing and learn quite some things from others’ views too ) alone, and not commenting.
So, here’s Rashmi signing off on a note very close to her, “Don't do unto others as you would have Others not Do Unto you."

Reason to Relax

Knock on the door
X: Go, open the door.
Y: But, I am so tired, why don’t you do it?
X: Tired? Nonsense. You have been relaxing all day long.
Y: Yeah, I am relaxing. Isn’t that because I am tired?
X: I have worked all day and not relaxed too.
Y: You didn’t relax? That means you are not tired, right?
X: I could not spare time to relax.
Y: But, where there’s a will there’s a way. Strengthen your will.
Another knock
X : Kaam chor! You relax. I am not tired, I am told. I’ll open the door.

Beyond B/W

Colour Enlivens!

Ephemeral Honour

The cosmos feigns in unison
Daisy of the day, you’ve become
You bud, blossom and wilt away
Oh Dame! All in a day


Souls that breathe everyday
Deify you for once, today
Sing and cheer as you may
Oh Dame! All in a day


Days that would ensue
Are only for the select few
You dream, you hope, you smile
Oh Dame! All in a day


Poor mortal of the day
At grave, ensured is your stay
Do live your life, but
Oh Dame! All in a day

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Uncommon Stranger

I’d ne’er seen you before
I covet to see you more
You went past me in a flicker
Sure, my heart beats did trigger


My eyes looked at your way strong
Undeterred by fellas’ throng
You went, ne’er to look back
Yet, wish’s not had a crack


Stranger you were, a moment ago
In you, I found my alter ego
Tho’, did fail to strike a chord
Away, you just trod, trod and trod

Cards for all occasions!

Yesterday, two friends and myself went to a greeting card gallery to buy a card for a friend who was going to celebrate her birthday this week. When the G-card shops claim that they have cards for all occasions, I only thought they meant most of the occasions.Hence, the presence of cards to ask an apology, to wish farewell, to wish belatedly on the 5th day (of course, separate cards for the belated 6th day and 7th day wish) after the marriage anniversary didn’t amaze me. Nevertheless, it quite amazes me the way occasions pop up, kudos to the creativity of the G-card industry!
More often than not, I spend most of my time deriving ultimate fun reading the cards for occasions that I had not even dreamt of and when really running out of time, hastily pick the one for the occasion I had opted to buy and wind up. This time around, what struck me the most when I was, as usual, browsing through the stack of cards, was a card to be sent to a mourner for having lost his dear one on the day of death. I don’t know if others would feel the way I felt, but I found it ridiculous to send a flowery-but-deliberately-made-gloomy card to a person in grief, on a day of utmost grief. It was nothing but playing with people’s emotions as per my belief. When I expressed this to a friend who had accompanied me, she said without any surprise, “Why shocked at that? Have some patience and dig through the stack, you’ll definitely find a card to say ‘Miss you’ to the dead “! For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Had I fallen unconscious? I hope, in the meantime, my friend hadn’t gone in search of a card to wish for a friend to regain consciousness at the earliest!

My Identity (?)

If you have guessed that this post is an outcome of serious introspection, I am afraid, you are wrong. It doesn’t call for serious thinking to feel the way I did more so when staying in a place where I do.
I know English
Nanage Kannada barutthe.
Naaku Telugu vastundi
Mujhe Hindi aathi hai
Enakku Tamil (Tamizh) varuum

Disclaimer : Just taking some( rather, more) liberty at declaration supra. Applicable at different degrees,though.

When I was just pondering over my identity or the lack of it, knowing quite some, yet not knowing any of them, I suddenly realise, Ahh... I am Bangalorean. Bangalore,cosmopolitan every inch!
A wonderful quote, to indicate the jack-of-all (‘ some’ in my case)-master-of-none situation, by Stefan Berkman " I know twelve languages, English is the BESTEST of all " seems as if was quoted when in a similar kind of scene.
Oh to be a Bangalorean! My identity? What is that supposed to mean?

Business Measure

A : Hi
B : Hi
A : Very busy,huh?
B : Absolutely not. What makes you think so?
A : Not many mail forwards from you, of late.
B : oh! Not me, folks who send forwards to me are busy, or so I believe!!
A : huh?

Wallet-wanes day

“Happy Vyalantineer day” was a lady’s wish to her near and dear ones on a request show hosted by a Kannada channel on the eve of Valentine’s Day. As I knew the occasion and purpose of the show, I could contemplate the wish as “Happy Valentine’s day”. I safely withdraw myself from commenting on the judiciousness of celebrating the day. I am not against it for the reason that everyone should have the freedom to live one’s life as wanted as long as it doesn’t harm anyone. I am not for it for the reason that one doesn’t need a specific day as such for celebrating love. Nevertheless, the aim of the post is not to opine regarding the V-day celebrations but to highlight the fact that the markets make hay while the sun shines. Of all the offers on this eve, what caught my eyes while browsing through the papers was the king of offers: Leela Galleria offers a special package at Rs.14,000 only ( Thankfully, inclusive of all taxes!!) for the occasion. There are certainly some things money can’t buy (Not even Master card!).
With a surprising number of people indulging in this celebration, sometimes oblivious of the attached significance too, and in effect shelling out lots of bucks, I feel it’s germane to rechristen Valentine’s Day as “Wallet-wanes” day.

Conditioned Love!

Once while gossiping over lunch with friends in the cafeteria, one of my friends expressed her strong desire to get married at the earliest. To me, the fact that one wants to get married, more so at the earliest, came as a shock. Some intellectual said “ Marriage is not a word…… but a sentence! “. Mind you, 'death' sentence!. I expressed my reaction and said, “ I wonder how people can be so interested in getting married . I would be the last person on earth to be happy to do so”. Instantly came the reply from my dear-wannabe-early-bride, “No Rashmi, not you, the guy who would marry you would be last person to be happy to get married”. Hmm….. it did seem such a witty reply to evoke laughter from all angles…… but poor soul, Rashmi.
Since, it’s more or less inevitable to get married , one day I too will. But, that incident made me vow never fight to with my husband , of course, as long as he complies with my orders!!
Fights?......Never! ( Conditions apply)

Poly-ticks!

“Right to Govern” is ostensibly the invincible right, although not finding a place in the constitution, guaranteed to all political parties in Karnataka. If there exists a party, it gets to govern….. as simple as that, no hurdles whatsoever, just a matter of time. The right to equality, comfortably understood as the right to equality for all parties and all the poly-ticks constituting them, must have been the inspiration for the birth of this self-claimed right!

I am sure it was beyond the imagination of the great mathematicians who racked their brains to work and formulate theories of Permutations and combinations to forsee their work being put to (mis)use so potentially to seek power! In fact, quite some sophisticated (favourable) modifications have been done to the same theories in such short a time that, it keeps the mathematicians shocked for their level of inefficiency! (Math brains…… you could have always done better and faster, couldn’t you? Or is that ability present only in the genes of the ticks? )

It makes me feel so helpless to witness the political melodrama, I voted for a party when it promised to abide by (Well, who doesn’t know of ticks’ promises? But a choice of a better tick had to be done and I too did it) certain principles and the same party has resorted to another set of (so-called) principles I am totally against…. I am not given a chance to express my disagreement…….damn it!

It makes me feel so embarrassed to see the ticks holidaying in the posh resorts to escape from horse-trading business, as they claim it. If they flee from the challenges that can always be faced with integrity and independent thinking (this can be a difficult demand, though), what leadership execution can I expect from them? Grow up, ticks! If not for your sake, at least for the dignity of the voters….. just grow up!

With another sequel of political sitcom getting instantiated tomorrow, I feel like getting out of this place, but what if grass looks greener on the other side? Well, I can always migrate to Antarctica, but visa problems interfere, you know!

Respected (??!!) ticks, please do not take undue advantage of the fact, that I am not interested in being a part of the tick-community, politics, and do things as you wish.
‘God …..Am I putting you in a hapless situation by saying, God save us? ‘

It-happens-only-with-me mania

While I was on the brink of job-LESS-ness, an invite for a campus day fun at Wipro held at EC campus was a huge solace. Off we went from M3 (the branch from where we work) to EC. Less said the better about the ordeal that finally put us in EC. The shuttle never came in time, the normal why-it-happens-with-me scene. The trouble we took to just be a part of the entertainment is better undisclosed.Nevertheless, hopes of fun at the gathering soothed the annoyance of the resistance put forth by the road- less-gravel-more Hosur road.

The game there "Housie-the game of chance" had just taken off. Late-comers very often get special treatment (reminded of Politicians? ) in the form of ‘requests’ to join the bandwagon. Join did we.Until some time, I suspected if the numbers called out were complementing the numbers on my Housie ticket (Again ……. Why-it-happens-with-me syndrome) .Suddenly, the person calling out the number said ‘ Now it is one and three……. That is thirteen… unlucky for some, and lucky for the others’. Well, with my not being the one to believe in superstitions ( at least, that’s how I make my mind believe) , was brimming with smile to see 13 on my ticket. ‘How can thirteen be unlucky?....... not at least for me’, I mumbled.‘Anyone calling for 13?’…….. came the call from the dais….. Off I ran to the dais anticipating a surprise gift for 13 is not a number very easy to get , right? ( so did think so many sitting next to me who encouraged me to run harder).
It was so sheepish to go all the way to the dais to get clarified that they were not looking for a specific number to give away a surprise gift.They were just curious to know if there were any ‘lucky’ ones to get 13. Although I am not the one to feel ashamed very easily, they were moments of embarrassment, mind you, in front of a huge crowd! Hmm…….. had I also not associated so much significance to 13, I would never have done that……
‘Number 13……. You are unlucky, unlucky and unlucky……. That’s it’. Did I say I wasn’t superstitious?....... I don’t know. But, one thing I know is such- things-happen-only-with-me!

Saurav........ leads from the middle!

Kudos saurav! You did it again....( I mean, u r still doing it ....Touch wood! ).... Not out, yet! To and fro to 6th flr cafeteria to see one of the very rare scenes only a lucky few can witness.... you at the crease .... more so for a long time after a long time, more so for having survived the so-called first-hour lethal attack by the Rawalpindi express ...... was worth the effort. For one who has survived the deadliest attack from the puppeteers of cricket, Shoaib’s can be very measly. All in all, more than one reason to watch you back in action.

I can't believe it, you are still going strong at 33..... Touch wood ! Touch wood!......... I am still touching wood ........I'll do my best to keep you at crease! Not sure if it's enough to defy Mr.Greg, but now at least…….

The spirit in you and your fans has enlivened...... The mental agony that you have been put through, which I believe could never have happened in any sensible country , has been given vent in style..... Your unaltered determination and unmatched style has always carved a niche in your fans' hearts.Raring to see your going strong........I wrote a paragraph and still you are at crease.... cool!

I know, you are craving to see some pieces of praise and applause ( not seen any in the recent past …. Who says the pot-boiler Media can back anyone in need ? ) . This sure is one to praise your calibre....... but, don't get tempted to come and read it right away.... I want you to bat for some more time ( You can always read it later! ).... Don't forget I am touching wood still..... Rushing for the cafeteria now....... with the only hope of seeing you at the crease.....

Dada ki jai!

All great men think alike (!!??)

“All great men think alike” is an age-old proverb which always puts me into a lot of disarray. Sometimes, I feel that the adage is absolutely right when I get to see some parliamentary sessions happening …….. more often than not, no two people seem to think alike there!!
But then, when two answer booklets looked alike ( presumably, for the reason that the students thought alike) in college, the repercussions on the students for their fault of being great and hence thinking alike, have always been horrible….
If all the big shots thought alike, wouldn’t we have a single discovery or a single invention or a single thesis or a single this or single that?....... Ooops! things just add to my confusion.
Utterly confused!!
Although, there is no mention of women in the adage, I thought it applied to women too. Or is it only for men?..... Don’t tell me that women don’t think!!! ......
Is anyone also confused and thinking alike ? … Asking out of desperation to consider myself also great!!

A lot can happen over coffee!!

My day seemed to end the moment it started off, or at least I felt so after all the fatigue I experienced.The cough, cold and headache indeed had bogged me down. It could have, of course,served as a good excuse to escape from office on some other day. I staggered to office against my will as it was required for me to be present to complete my work. I thought, folks could read my face and figure out that I am sick and spare me from work. My speculation failed again. But for the person suffering from cold, everyone very easily concludes that cold is a very trivial disorder ( Thank God! people consider it one, at least) to alter the schedule.Out of concern, some people did advise me to have a cup of coffee for some relief. I am, basically, not habituated to drinking coffee and hence didn't take that advice seriously until the same prescription came from a lot more mouths although I wondered what can really happen over coffee.It worked! A sip or two and I was comparatively a renascent soul. Thanks to that miraculous potion.... A lot did happen over coffee!

Sleepless Nights

Rashmi


The whole world slept in
Silence roared, thoughts whirled,
Night after night, I awoke
To sleep in your arms one day.


You were near, yet far
Less did I vanish in darkness
Her presence eclipsed to hide me
I could see you still, you couldn’t.


I called you, time and again,
Less did the breeze mute my voice
Her song deafened your ears
Her laughs dampened my cry.


I’d care less to get my heart broken
But, in there dwells, beloved, yours
I beg of you, do not break mine
For it would hurt the heart of my heart.


I’d never come in your way,
Don’t know where the hope springs from,
I am awake to sleep in your arms
I’ll wait for all the nights to come.

Iron Jawed Angels

I guess, in the backdrop of an argument with a friend on when American women were granted suffrage, the right to vote, in such a powerful democracy with a history dating back to 18th century, the movie I saw over the weekend " Iron Jawed Angels" had a great impact.

Coming back to the debate on the topic, this issue crept in when we were discussing on some related issue and it was a shock to the other person when I said that in a robust democracy like America too , women had to struggle for years ( close to a century and a half) before they were granted to have their say in August 1920. Thanks to the efforts of Alice Paul, a great legend in the history of America who strengthed the struggle, not to forget the efforts of lots of like-minded women constituting the National Women's Party (NWP). The hardship they went through for seeking their right is inexplicable. The government headed by Woodrow Wilson didn't seem to heed even after witnessing years of struggle by the women.At last, the government inevitably gave in , failing to bear the effect of all the hunger protests, silent protests and prison sentences, brought an amendment in the constitution granting the veto power to women.

I still remember how elated I was when I voted for the first time since I had my say in the mandate. I am sure, I, like other fellow-beings, would also have been deprived of that opportunity had the brave women not awakened the world.

Some links throwing light on Alice Paul and the revolution:

http://www.lkwdpl.org/wihohio/paul-ali.htm

http://pbskids.org/wayback/civilrights/features_suffrage.html

However, "Iron Jawed Angels" is a movie that brings the picture of the struggle and it indeed is worthy of watching. Here I go to add that movie to my favourites list.

Patient Papyrus

There's one friend of mine, who prefers giving offline comments on the posts in my blog. One of the critical critics, I can say. At the end of it all, he makes me feel that the post could have been put forth in any other way but definitely not in the current form ......just kidding. Actually, substantial observance and will to help me improve has led him to do that. When I go wild, I say that I'll write something on him too....... well, that's indeed scary, right?He had warned me against it saying "Don't you dare.........." . Let me call that friend Mr.X , to keep his indentity confidential.

He had called up some days back and some excerpts on how the conversation went on:

Rashmi : Hello
Mr.X :Hello
Rashmi : Hey Mr.X, how u doin?
Mr.X : Doin fine.
Rashmi : What's up?
Mr.X : Nothing really, by the way I read this xyz post of urs
Rashmi : How did u like it?
Mr.X : Crap!......
Rashmi :Hmm..... I knew you wud say this.
Mr.X : Don't you think that xyz line in xyz post must not have been there?
Rashmi : Oh! is it? u know what, once I have posted it, I never read it , so not so meticulous.
Mr.X : Now I got it ! The reason for your still blogging is that u don't read ur posts !!!
Rashmi: ???????!!!!!!!!!!

Instance 2 :
Talking of the deadliest critic on earth,my brother!

I guess, I can reveal his name, Ravi it is. I don't remember when we have agreed on something. When sometime back, I got a very small article of mine published in the paper, for lack of space, it was edited to cut short and fit the space. On the day it was published , I showed him both the published and the full version of the article, this was how he reacted :

Ravi : Dumbo!, why are u waking me up so early ?

( It was not before 8.30 a.m ,I guess)
Rashmi : Get up buddy ( buttering him to read it, u know! ). Look at this article.
Ravi : Keep it on the table, I'll see if I can spare some time for that .
( Within, I mumbled ..... overacting, huh?? )
Rashmi : Please read it .Please, please, please!
Ravi : Hmm...... ok. But, a condition, u should help me fill that application form.
( Some form that had to be filled)
Rashmi : Of course buddy.
( He takes a while to read them both )
Ravi : Rashmi, let me tell u one thing, had you got the full version published, folks would have pelted stones at you!!!
Rashmi : ???????!!!!!!!!!!

Instance 3 :

In 2005, I started writing diary for the first time in my life. Honestly, I had started it quite some years back and left on the third or maximum, forth day.This time, I managed to write it for the whole year ( coz I had to win the bet my brother had put that I would give up soon!!! )
At last I won!..... To me the bet was more important,I wouldn't mind keeping a full stop even without writing a sentence!....... In fact, I have done that quite some times coz what I wrote was immaterial to win.

But, everyday the moment he saw me jotting something in the diary, his satirical comment would be something like this :
Ravi : Rashmi, I'll see how long it'll go on!
Rashmi : Hmm.... wait and watch!
Ravi : Tell me one thing, added to wasting the whole day, u also waste time in writing how u wasted the day, rite? Needless to say, wasting paper too!
Rashmi : ???????!!!!!!!!!!
Just wondered if paper could express how much it disliked my writing something, how I would react.I read recently in the paper, someone( I can't recollect who) said, "Paper is more patient than man"......That's why one should write.

Papyrus........... u are indeed patient. Hail u!

Come of age

The year slid through
Leaving memories few
I recall…..
I limped and limped
Tread when was a plight
I jumped and jumped
When it was but a delight

Today, I set to pace the flight
Hoping things would go straight
For once, my heart breaks the muzzles
Come of age, it strongly rustles
Face with grit, strike any hassles
Hold with calm, all that dazzles,
For, you have no chance to stop,
Got to glide until you are at the top

Days come and go by,
Who says years don’t roll by?
Time flies, not to hear your call,
Even when you have had the biggest fall,
Don’t you seek in ' Time' , a friend
But, in the morals you comprehend.