Thursday, May 29, 2008

Sometimes I wish I could just delete my orkut account.Its only one click and done!! So many times I fight the impulse to chuck it all and run away.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

This Sunday......

I was at the Vashi station. I was in a hurry, late for office already. Now in a long queue for the tickets. The lady next to me had a bag that read "Gandhi Khadi Bhandar". It was a plastic bag. I winced at the irony of it all. The woman,oblivious to my observations, bought her ticket and left. I could not help but smile. The cynic in me.
I was throwing anxious glances at my watch the wait seemed like an eternity. I finally got a ticket. I was running towards the platform. I saw a woman inserting change into a ticketing machine that wasn't working(I had tried that before). Still running, I glanced backwards. The woman was now pounding at the machine that was not spitting out the tickets. I looked at her again. She was a middle aged woman, educated very obviously techno phobic trying to get used to senseless machines and was bad at reading error messages. In short, a common middle aged, middle class woman. Like my mom.
It's funny how fast your mind performs these logical functions. I felt an impulse to assist the lady. I stopped.I went back to the woman who was still pounding on the machine hoping it would at least return the money if not the ticket.
I touched her on the shoulder and told her that the machine was not working.
"Kaai??" She asked in Marathi. What
"Ha machine chaalat nahi." I replied. This machine is not working.
"Aata paishe taakle mee, parat pan nahi bhetnaar kaa?? " She asked. I inserted some coins. Wont I even get that money back?
"Ithe bagha kaai lihla aahe" See whats written here. I said pointing towards the display, "This machine is out of service. It wont dispense tickets" The machine declared flatly.
"Ooh!" The woman sighed. Obviously embarrassed.
She said that she was at this machine for close to 10 minutes was very disappointed at the effort being wasted. She wanted to avoid the long queue. I offered to get the tickets for her.
"Nako re, bala." She said, ruffling my hair." Majha mulga aahe naa." No, my dear, my son will do that for me.
A shy, 10 year old kid was smiling at me.
I smiled back.
I had missed my train.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Saala main toh sahab ban gaya.........

Amol threw a bash on Saturday for having become the new tech lead in Sharepoint. What a perfect way to celebrate the weekend. The entire gang waited till the end of the last shift and we left for Mulund. What a choice for a movie!! Forbidden Kingdom..I would've surely loved it had I been a 15 year old. However, I kept this opinion to myself as this movie was my recommendation. We left for Poptates. Gosh!! Beer flowed and so did nonsense!! Nasim, Bhary, Punit , Me and the New TL took nonsensical discussions to a new level!!! Trust Us to do that!!

We had spent a fine amount of time looking for a gift that Amol would find thoughtful. After arguing endlessly, we decided upon an Alarm Clock.(Very thoughtful Indeed!!). We also had a cake to celebrate the occasion. Finally the cake arrived and what fun we had when Amol found all of it on his face and in his ears!! And imagine my surprise when Jiggy joined us at the end. The only who was missing suddenly popped out of no where!!We hit another bar and by that time Punit was so tired that he was snoring loudly even before the second round of drinks. And I was on a "Standby Mode".
The best thing that I liked about the evening was that the entire gang was so happy for one among us and I guess that is what makes a team....a great team at that..

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Even This Will Pass Away........

Once in Persia reigned a king,
Who upon his signet ring
Graved a maxim true and wise,
Which, when held before his eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these were they,
"Even this will pass away."

Trains of camels through the sand
Brought him gems from Samarcand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to match with these;
But he counted not his gain
Treasures of the mine or main;
"What is wealth?" the king would say;
"Even this will pass away."

'Mid the revels of his court,
At the zenith of his sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests,
He, amid his figs and wine,
Cried, "O loving friends of mine;
Pleasures come, but not to stay,
'Even this will pass away."

Lady, fairest ever seen,
Was the bride he crowned his queen.
Pillowed on his marriage bed,
Softly to his soul he said:
"Though no bridegroom ever pressed
Fairer bosom to his breast,
Mortal flesh must come to clay
Even this will pass away."

Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield;
Soldiers, with a loud lament,
Bore him bleeding to his tent.
Groaning from his tortured side,
"Pain is hard to bear," he cried;
"But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away."

Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubits in the air,
Rose his statue, carved in stone.
Then the king, disguised, unknown,
Stood before his sculptured name,
Musing meekly: "What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay,
Even this will pass away."

Struck with palsy, sore and old,
Waiting at the Gates of Gold,
Said he with his dying breath,
"Life is done, but what is Death?"
Then, in answer to the king,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray,
"Even this will pass away."
-Theodore Tilton

Thursday, May 1, 2008


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