blissful actions

1. walking barefoot on the grass which has overnight dew on it.
2. going out at 12 midnight for a Rs 5 ice cream
3. watching the sun rise in the beach,the sight of the waves crashing at the shore with a mild breeze playing with your hair
4. drinking a cup of hot chocolate on a chilling winter morning,looking out of the window at the encompassing white mist
5. riding a 220 cc pulsar on the ecr,complete with a leather jacket and the bowel shaking moment when you see the speedometer touch 100
6. waking up in a hill station,finding your cheeks to be so cold and face has never looked so fresh and energetic
7.waiting at the signal, the minute the signal turns green,rising the accelerator and rushing past others to lead the race.
8.waking up on a Monday morning realizing that its off today. truly blissful!

hypocritic corporate life

being new to the corporate world, i embarked on this journey with too many expectations and trepidation.when i saw the delhi office, i felt this is probably what i wanted to do, correction - this is all i wanted to do. after a short stay there, i landed up in Chennai, the ever traditional market. first day reporting in chennai office was beyond the levels of embarrassment. business formals strictly means trousers and a formal shirt. this is not to be interpreted as a loose( read ultra loose)ensemble in the form of salwar kameez. well, i provided enough entertainment to the sales people present here. they were practically amused to see a girl doing an mba and a girl wearing formals. reporting time was 9 , atleast that was what was given to me at the corporate office. by 10'30 people trickled in. before even they settled down for the day's work, coffee was served making me wonder what did we accomplish in 10 minutes for a cup of coffee... the day passed uneventfully( atleast from my side).. the next day i decided to change a bit and ended up in a kurti pyjama.. not a bad response... i felt awkward as in Delhi, if you dint wear a lipgloss you will be looked down upon and in Chennai, if you did, you will witness everyone staring at you as if you are a movie star...other than the dress aspect, i cant see whats the fascination the higher up officials have towards the percentage terms.. why cant people say 2 out of 5 people dint want it.. does everything has to be like 40% of the people dint like it , aahh roughly 25%, depends on various factors, in short no clear answers...when you are bored, call a meeting.. thats the only way these people amuse themselves.. wait a minute, a meeting is meaningless without a ppt.. even if you just have one sentence to report, put it in a ppt with an introduction slide and a thank you slide.. make sure you use jargons like business model, strategies,product portfolio,revenue models,blah blah... the best part : after 4 weeks, this morning my manager asked me for the acceptance rate of the public for the new product, my answer : roughly 80% sir!.. bingo! off the hat percentage and the best part is they accept it.. had i told them in actual terms, i would have been looked down upon! my lifestyle has also changed... consuming 4 yeah 4 cups of coffee per day,my slides contain more percentage terms than the pictiures which i initially used to prefer.... whatta life! welcome to the corporate world!

perfect evening!

i sat on the chair, in my fourth floor balcony looking out at the tall buildings doting the skyline and the forest stretching out its wide limbs on the other side.there was a slight drizzle dropping down from an overcast sky. dark clouds loomed huge and threatened to come down heavily in few hours.a wave of cool and refreshing breeze hit my face, taking me to a far away world, free from stress and worry. looking up at the skies, the greyness brought about a contented smile on my face. the winter would now extend itself for one more week. i bit into the hot bread pakoda and relished the crispy bread teasing my taste buds. lost in the world of savoring a delicacy and solitude, i close my eyes wishing for a comforting pair of arms to encircle me...

downs and... more downs

one thing which i learnt well in the recent past is that i hate being consoled with cliches like there is always a second time or life will get better over time... i have also decided in the future if at all someone feels bad about themselves, i would rather feed them practical inputs than boring them with these one liners.. everybody knows if something dreadful has happened that it is indeed dreadful. why do people still console as if nothing actually happened? would they buy this story if they had been at the receiving end?? i feel life is really testing my enduring capabilities.. one step which i keep forward is being rewarded with two steps backward.. how long will this go on till i stop walking?

yet another scribbling

when i opened the main blogger page, i realised how long it has been since i penned down my last post. more than blogging, now i feel i am losing my control over the language after starting my mba. whether am learning enough hindi or not, my english has gone for a toss. i finally realised that mentally i might be criticizing them for their poor english and reality is that i myself have become like them.. so this is an attempt to regain the lost grounds...

ups and downs

It joins you in your joy but not when you are sad.

It is always like that and you have to accept it,

Or your life like a useless candle will never be lit.

When I look into the pages of my past again,

I know it has always been the cause of my pain.

In my sadness it made me just sadder,

And it pretended to be my success ladder.

It is to be blamed for what I am today,

I am today called mad and kept away.

As a play toy I was tossed and turned in the hands of fate,

At the same time experiencing both love and hate.

And when it came to naming my misery,

People called it a mere game of destiny.

I was told to live with what I had,

Even if my condition was pathetic and bad

I was left to myself all alone,

Out from the society I was thrown.

Like an unlucky animal or some filthy creature,

In front of me I could see my uncertain future.

I then realized that there was no use crying,

No one would look up even if I was dying.

So I revolted; but the world proved me mad,

It was then I concluded that the world was bad.

achille's heel

every morning is yet another morning. every hurried bite of hard bread with the cheapest butter constitutes yet another breakfast. never ending classes which are enough to send anyone crazy and mad happen everyday. this monotony brings in a quest for something more, something which will offset everything else faced till now, something without which you can go through this mundane life,something which is ever blooming amidst dark scenario,something without which you can not live...even if this " something" exists for a very short duration, it is worth the wait...