last week i had spent lot of time, rather some time with lot of people of 20 somethings...the 20 somethings live in a totally different world, different priorities . yeah once i was that too, but now when i look back, feels like such a journey.
my 20 something girlfriends could only think about the choices they had to wear to the next party they were off to, what to reveal and what to hide, which party to go to from the choices they had, what moves they can make with the guys this time. the weekends for them arrive not for relaxing and finish the unfinished tasks of the week, but for getting sloshed, making out and making the most of it by staying outdoors all night long. The guys i met live pretty much similar life, though i did not know their complete itinerary but from what i understood, their weekends are no different, if anything must be wilder...
i was on this trip some years back, yeah have been there and loved it, and thought that is how life is meant to be...so live it ...which i happily did. But somehow i never knew when and how the tracks got changed, the transition was so gradual and natural that i did not feel it happen, and one fine day i realized that i was in that space no more, surprisingly i didn't long to be there or miss it...contrary to my belief then, that 'it was the only way to live'... now i guess i was reading different definitions...
after a long days work i now want to come back home to be comfortable, read a book, share time with spouse, watch TV or write (always a welcome thought) :) life changes ... it takes its own course, it has its own ways.
so i guess it is time for these kids to party and they should...coz one day without their knowledge tracks will change for them too...
till then, while things are the way they are for them...
...let kids have all the fun...
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
always makes me fall in love
when i want to watch a nice movie and don't want it wrong...i pick up love actually and watch...it never goes wrong :)
makes me feel beautiful, leaves a feeling that the world is such a beautiful place, full of love and joy. i want to hug any and everyone i know and meet, feel like pick my phone and call all friends and tell them how much i love them (next time u get a call from me...you know why and how), makes me wanna love people around, give them joy, make them feel that they are cared... it is so full of love...in all forms...
the movie makes me fall in love - with love itself...
makes me feel beautiful, leaves a feeling that the world is such a beautiful place, full of love and joy. i want to hug any and everyone i know and meet, feel like pick my phone and call all friends and tell them how much i love them (next time u get a call from me...you know why and how), makes me wanna love people around, give them joy, make them feel that they are cared... it is so full of love...in all forms...
the movie makes me fall in love - with love itself...
love
another thing about romance is that people get together right in the very end...
courtesy - movie love actually
courtesy - movie love actually
Saturday, April 11, 2009
finally infy did it too...
it has happened...when we had just about believed the likes of Infy and TATA cannot do it...came a blow to prove us wrong.
Infosys did it too...laid off 2100 employees, yes they say poor performance, but we read the hidden message here 'poor economy'
Are the companies laying off to be blamed...? i am not sure. All i can say is, if the company laying off has enuff money to last this turbulence, not one employee should be touched...coz it is these very employees who helped them grow, and when the ship is rocking just a bit, you ask them to get off...? the point is, many companies are using recession as an excuse to cut cost and better the margins.
I say, if survival is an issue then ...maybe, else there is no way you should do it ... no other reason is justified...
wonder if there can be a committee to audit this kinda stuff !!!
Infosys did it too...laid off 2100 employees, yes they say poor performance, but we read the hidden message here 'poor economy'
Are the companies laying off to be blamed...? i am not sure. All i can say is, if the company laying off has enuff money to last this turbulence, not one employee should be touched...coz it is these very employees who helped them grow, and when the ship is rocking just a bit, you ask them to get off...? the point is, many companies are using recession as an excuse to cut cost and better the margins.
I say, if survival is an issue then ...maybe, else there is no way you should do it ... no other reason is justified...
wonder if there can be a committee to audit this kinda stuff !!!
if you are a good loser, you are a loser.
i am such a bad loser, be it a game or a bet ...it stays with me and i actually work hard to come out of it...
they say, have sportsman spirit, yeah i have that, and that's the reason i play and want to win !!! else why compete if you are ok losing? most of you who read this will frown or even call me names for being such a b$#@$...
what the hell...i am what i am...and am glad to know that i am not the only one, i heard a friend say yesterday..."if you are a good loser, you are a loser" wow !!! that shows i am not the only one, i have some like minded people around !!!
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
take me home...
I heard it again. And it still hurts.
I am tired of listening to Mumbaikars generalize north Indians as rude, aggressive, ruthless souls. These traits are found all around and not just exclusive to northindians…
Today looking at a guy from Jaipur who is soft spoken, a friend said “ he’s a northindian, a welcome change” . I only say, do not generalize. Coz when you do that it takes every northindian including my husband father, Tauji and many others into the same bucket …they, who are most polite people on this earth.
I am aggressive I agree…I have a voice and opinion, not because I am a northindian it is because “it is me”, and the way I have been brought up, with a right to speak my mind always. It is individuality of people and not a broad generalization.
I have not seen this in any other city but only in Mumbai…. So much of hatred / discrimination towards north Indians. I will say again… I am an Indian first, and I want to live with as much right as you do in a city of my own country…but things like this make me hate the city as much…and I wonder when destiny will take me to a city of my country where I am welcome.
I am tired of listening to Mumbaikars generalize north Indians as rude, aggressive, ruthless souls. These traits are found all around and not just exclusive to northindians…
Today looking at a guy from Jaipur who is soft spoken, a friend said “ he’s a northindian, a welcome change” . I only say, do not generalize. Coz when you do that it takes every northindian including my husband father, Tauji and many others into the same bucket …they, who are most polite people on this earth.
I am aggressive I agree…I have a voice and opinion, not because I am a northindian it is because “it is me”, and the way I have been brought up, with a right to speak my mind always. It is individuality of people and not a broad generalization.
I have not seen this in any other city but only in Mumbai…. So much of hatred / discrimination towards north Indians. I will say again… I am an Indian first, and I want to live with as much right as you do in a city of my own country…but things like this make me hate the city as much…and I wonder when destiny will take me to a city of my country where I am welcome.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
sin before mercy
starting a diet plan tomorrow...(gained loads of weight)....so my final sin of cheese and nachos happening in some time...
Monday, March 16, 2009
i live my dreams in my dreams.
i mean this literally... there are few things in life that i want so desperately...well, as the waking PK does not have it...i get to achieve them while i am happily asleep - may be the subconscious is still awake longing for it... the the fun part is, i get joy achieving / getting it even in dreams and the next day for me is the most beautiful one :)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future..
courtesy ...one of the forwards i received today....
Friday, February 20, 2009
Woman Of Substance
What does this actually mean? for me it means a woman who has belief, ambition, drive to do something and does it against all the forces that might try stop her.
She does not need to be a major business tycoon or wife of a biggie or one with some political or other power. For me a woman of substance is the one who has conviction, drive, the killer instinct to do it and goes behind it, all out.
Her being successful in task is not as important as her belief and commitment in doing so.
She may be a maid, who wakes up early morning, gets her kids ready for school that she can hardly afford, works all day in 8-10 houses, secretly saves money for rainy days- always believing that she will give her kids a life that she never had.
She may be a farmer’s wife, who starts working in field before sunrise and works through sunset - believing that the field she works in as a daily wage earner will be hers one day.
It may be a woman from working class who goes through struggle of life day in and day out - not only wanting to but knows it will make a difference in her and her children's life
or could be the business woman who wants to make big in the men dominated business world …
There are many forms of my woman of substance, but for now I want to narrate a story of a particular one …
She was born in a conservative joint family in a city of Punjab, where girls were sent to school with male escorts (brothers, uncles or a trusted male servant), girls always covered from head to toe, not allowed to mingle with many friends, it goes without saying, they would be grounded for months if seen as much as just talking to a boy.
The idea was to give basic education to the girl, so that she can be married off at the earliest to some businessman or a sarkari / office baboo making good money, have kids and serve husband and family as a good Indian housewife.
But she had a dream - to break free from this life, and live a life 'with' her and not 'for' her family... hence unlike her sisters she accepted a marriage proposal from outside Punjab, to an Airforce officer, where the life was not about only raising children, it meant having one’s own identity. A life away from the usual sunrise to sunset household routine. She argued back the objections raised by the family on challenges she may face - she was determined to beak free.
During the courtship they exchanged letters in two languages…she wrote in Hindi and got reply in English. On her fiancee‘s request she started writing back in English – irrespective of how the grammar or language might sound. From that point she knew that her life was about to change.
The docile girl from a city of Punjab got married and moved from city to city with postings. The life, culture and people were different, she coming from a tee teetotaler vegetarian family was surprised to see alcohol flowing in the messes. At every step there was a choice she had to make, either move away from the situation and get into a shell, or come out and adapt to the situation. The first meant, leading her life with her husband and kids at home with no or very less social life, and the other meant to compromise and adjust to the new way of life and thinking. She chose the second, and learnt to strike a perfect balance between the new life and her belief’s.
When she overcome the adjustments of social differences mentioned above, she found some new problems awaiting her. As she wanted to do more than just socialize and move around in messes, hence started teaching in a unit school. People around her, in school and in general showed sense of superiority because of their background and good command over English. Today it sounds funny thinking about this, as every kid is born speaking English. But think of the time, when this girl was time and again let down as she was not comfortable speaking the language. That is when she decided to study further, and do her Masters …in English. Since that time there was no looking back for her. Determined like a tigress, never again wanting to be talked down, she further went ahead in doing her BEd. Took English as her core subject started teaching junior classes and moved to teaching the board classes of Xth and XIIth in Delhi, with 20+ years exp she is now HOD of a leading school in NCR.
Today with her expertise on the subject, she is consulted within the family if one has a doubt on any facet of grammar or usage of the language. She is the final verdict when it comes to getting answers for bets or challenges within.
With time she had became more and more independent, and when her husband got affected by asthma, she took charge of the situation, packed kids to bed or neighbors house, kick started a bajaj scooter, and rode miles from a remotely located airforce station to the MH (military hospital) in city, with her husband panting for breath on back seat. She did this not once, but many times, be it day or night, she would never lose her nerve, always kept her calm for her husband and little kids. This only those can do who have a drive and belief in themselves.
She always stood strong like a pillar for her family. In rough times, the once meek girl from Punjab, stood strong in storms of life, and supported her husband and children, assured them and saw to it that they sailed through. Without her strength her family, her children would have been long broken. She is the house of willpower with which she fights her battles. If needed she will even make way with God and not let any harm touch her family.
For me, she, - my mother - is a woman of substance !!!
She does not need to be a major business tycoon or wife of a biggie or one with some political or other power. For me a woman of substance is the one who has conviction, drive, the killer instinct to do it and goes behind it, all out.
Her being successful in task is not as important as her belief and commitment in doing so.
She may be a maid, who wakes up early morning, gets her kids ready for school that she can hardly afford, works all day in 8-10 houses, secretly saves money for rainy days- always believing that she will give her kids a life that she never had.
She may be a farmer’s wife, who starts working in field before sunrise and works through sunset - believing that the field she works in as a daily wage earner will be hers one day.
It may be a woman from working class who goes through struggle of life day in and day out - not only wanting to but knows it will make a difference in her and her children's life
or could be the business woman who wants to make big in the men dominated business world …
There are many forms of my woman of substance, but for now I want to narrate a story of a particular one …
She was born in a conservative joint family in a city of Punjab, where girls were sent to school with male escorts (brothers, uncles or a trusted male servant), girls always covered from head to toe, not allowed to mingle with many friends, it goes without saying, they would be grounded for months if seen as much as just talking to a boy.
The idea was to give basic education to the girl, so that she can be married off at the earliest to some businessman or a sarkari / office baboo making good money, have kids and serve husband and family as a good Indian housewife.
But she had a dream - to break free from this life, and live a life 'with' her and not 'for' her family... hence unlike her sisters she accepted a marriage proposal from outside Punjab, to an Airforce officer, where the life was not about only raising children, it meant having one’s own identity. A life away from the usual sunrise to sunset household routine. She argued back the objections raised by the family on challenges she may face - she was determined to beak free.
During the courtship they exchanged letters in two languages…she wrote in Hindi and got reply in English. On her fiancee‘s request she started writing back in English – irrespective of how the grammar or language might sound. From that point she knew that her life was about to change.
The docile girl from a city of Punjab got married and moved from city to city with postings. The life, culture and people were different, she coming from a tee teetotaler vegetarian family was surprised to see alcohol flowing in the messes. At every step there was a choice she had to make, either move away from the situation and get into a shell, or come out and adapt to the situation. The first meant, leading her life with her husband and kids at home with no or very less social life, and the other meant to compromise and adjust to the new way of life and thinking. She chose the second, and learnt to strike a perfect balance between the new life and her belief’s.
When she overcome the adjustments of social differences mentioned above, she found some new problems awaiting her. As she wanted to do more than just socialize and move around in messes, hence started teaching in a unit school. People around her, in school and in general showed sense of superiority because of their background and good command over English. Today it sounds funny thinking about this, as every kid is born speaking English. But think of the time, when this girl was time and again let down as she was not comfortable speaking the language. That is when she decided to study further, and do her Masters …in English. Since that time there was no looking back for her. Determined like a tigress, never again wanting to be talked down, she further went ahead in doing her BEd. Took English as her core subject started teaching junior classes and moved to teaching the board classes of Xth and XIIth in Delhi, with 20+ years exp she is now HOD of a leading school in NCR.
Today with her expertise on the subject, she is consulted within the family if one has a doubt on any facet of grammar or usage of the language. She is the final verdict when it comes to getting answers for bets or challenges within.
With time she had became more and more independent, and when her husband got affected by asthma, she took charge of the situation, packed kids to bed or neighbors house, kick started a bajaj scooter, and rode miles from a remotely located airforce station to the MH (military hospital) in city, with her husband panting for breath on back seat. She did this not once, but many times, be it day or night, she would never lose her nerve, always kept her calm for her husband and little kids. This only those can do who have a drive and belief in themselves.
She always stood strong like a pillar for her family. In rough times, the once meek girl from Punjab, stood strong in storms of life, and supported her husband and children, assured them and saw to it that they sailed through. Without her strength her family, her children would have been long broken. She is the house of willpower with which she fights her battles. If needed she will even make way with God and not let any harm touch her family.
For me, she, - my mother - is a woman of substance !!!
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