Well she certainly was the most beautiful woman and it wasnt just her looks that iam talking about.Her charm went much beyond her physical beauty which faded away as she left all of us.And even though she isnt anymore with us i can still feel her warmth& herlove.Be it her reassuring smile after a bad day at school or her soothing head massage one day before an exam,each of it made me love her more and more.
Its been almost an year that she left all of us yet its diificult to imagine life wihout her....my ancestral home will never be the same again...who would greet me with the biggest smile when i go back home.....who would nurse my cough & cold,who would tell me stories at night even when iam 21 years old......
20 years of my life that i knew her,she touched my life in the most beautiful way,she taught me to love, gave me unconditional love, gave me the best hugs when i used to fear ghosts at night.....
its hard to come in terms with a life without her....yet theres a beleif she is watching me and correcting me evan today
hope she's happy wherever she is
hope i can give love to everyone the way she loved all of us
hope i can be as generous and forgiving as her....
Even though her blue eyes and pink cheeks cease to exist today.....the love she spread will love forever...
Love you lots
how i wish i could tell you all this when you were alive....
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
love is in the air
Not one of my best composed poems...yet like it because i wrote this for a competition in 10 mins flat.....
Love is in the air
Sitting on a sofa sipping my daily cup of tea
Trying to read a book yet lost in my dreams
Smiling foolishly without a reason
Feeling warm in the coldest season
Is love in the air?
Going for a stroll in a heavy downpour
Drenched completely yet asking for more
Theres a song on the lips, a dance in the walk
No clue of the destination yet fervour in the walk
Is love in the air?
Gazing at the stars on a silent clear night
No fear of tomorrow, no worries in sight
Dreaming about the unseen, the unheard things
Flying away smoothly with air beneath my wings
Is love in the air?
The world seems perfect, the people look great
Theres a charm within for there is nothing at stake
A calm heart and a composed head
Knowing everything even before its said
Is love in the air?
A rendezvous with a special someone
Clenching all fears towards him I run
A tight hug that shows all the care
The world ceases to exist right there
With a zillion thouthts in mind ready to share
Yes, i guess love is in the air….
Love is in the air
Sitting on a sofa sipping my daily cup of tea
Trying to read a book yet lost in my dreams
Smiling foolishly without a reason
Feeling warm in the coldest season
Is love in the air?
Going for a stroll in a heavy downpour
Drenched completely yet asking for more
Theres a song on the lips, a dance in the walk
No clue of the destination yet fervour in the walk
Is love in the air?
Gazing at the stars on a silent clear night
No fear of tomorrow, no worries in sight
Dreaming about the unseen, the unheard things
Flying away smoothly with air beneath my wings
Is love in the air?
The world seems perfect, the people look great
Theres a charm within for there is nothing at stake
A calm heart and a composed head
Knowing everything even before its said
Is love in the air?
A rendezvous with a special someone
Clenching all fears towards him I run
A tight hug that shows all the care
The world ceases to exist right there
With a zillion thouthts in mind ready to share
Yes, i guess love is in the air….
Monday, December 1, 2008
aarrrggghhhh...................
Whoever said everything happens for a reason was really right in making such a statement but what really intrigues me is the fact that most of us are not aware of that reason ever. If not most of us I will at least vouch for myself because I am always wondering whether most of the things that take place around me really have a hidden reason behind them or not.
Be it my loved ones getting mad at me or friends having grudges its almost surprising why such things happen. And the funniest part is that these are the people who mean the world to me & I end up upsetting them
There are mny times in ones life when one really doesn’t intend to do or say cerain things but sometimes circumstances are such that things just happen . later when one looks back at them it seems really bizzare that why these things ever happened .
I vividly remember my school days where everything around me was very pure, away from any complexity of the real world. People surrounding me were genuine or maybe I was really naïve to be able able to differentiate between the genuine and non- genuine people. It was never about hurting someone or being plain mean just for the heck of it, apologies that were meted were actually meant , nothing was hidden.
Today its been just a few years that I have outgrown school and college and the world doesn’t seem the same any more.
I have seen people change right under my nose and believe me it aint funny. Its strange how the same people who were your best pals have suddenly ceased to acknowlwge your presence.
Well it hurts and can be extremely demotivating for any sane person to handle but I guess its better to leave it at that cos the more we delve into dat the more complicated it gets to handle.
Today again life has has got me to crossroads where it has again become important to make a decision which will decide my future course and its now very pivotaal for me to take a call.
It’s a moment of truth an hour of calling and I have to soon make a prudent move………and well life just goes on…..
Be it my loved ones getting mad at me or friends having grudges its almost surprising why such things happen. And the funniest part is that these are the people who mean the world to me & I end up upsetting them
There are mny times in ones life when one really doesn’t intend to do or say cerain things but sometimes circumstances are such that things just happen . later when one looks back at them it seems really bizzare that why these things ever happened .
I vividly remember my school days where everything around me was very pure, away from any complexity of the real world. People surrounding me were genuine or maybe I was really naïve to be able able to differentiate between the genuine and non- genuine people. It was never about hurting someone or being plain mean just for the heck of it, apologies that were meted were actually meant , nothing was hidden.
Today its been just a few years that I have outgrown school and college and the world doesn’t seem the same any more.
I have seen people change right under my nose and believe me it aint funny. Its strange how the same people who were your best pals have suddenly ceased to acknowlwge your presence.
Well it hurts and can be extremely demotivating for any sane person to handle but I guess its better to leave it at that cos the more we delve into dat the more complicated it gets to handle.
Today again life has has got me to crossroads where it has again become important to make a decision which will decide my future course and its now very pivotaal for me to take a call.
It’s a moment of truth an hour of calling and I have to soon make a prudent move………and well life just goes on…..
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
proud to be an army brat!!!!!!!1
havin done wid my first semester of MBA suddenly reality has struck me big time...
I am goin to be in the corporate sector soon and will cease to be a fauji kid, a title which gimes me immense pride n joy.
Being an army officers daughter the fauji culture is a part and parcel of my life which all the army kids consider their birthright.
But seriously, some encounters with many non defence people( read civilians) leaves me bewildered sometimes because the slight mention of the word ' army' leaves them gasping and they ruthlessly call us 'The Army Brats'.
The reason why we are called so is still ambiguous but as far as i can guess its because of certain vibes that we give out which they find different.
But they wont ever understand wat it means to change 10 schools in ones schooling life of 14 years, making new frends every year and saying goodbyes too soon.How difficult it is to adapt to a new place, alien environment and complete strangers.
Despite all this we are always welcome to new challenges and never ru out of energy to evplore new avenues.
We are brought up with values which we shall never part with, we are a small part of an organisation where ones fellowmen are brothers and where service is before self....
and if all of this makes 'Army Brats'...I am really proud to be one.
I am goin to be in the corporate sector soon and will cease to be a fauji kid, a title which gimes me immense pride n joy.
Being an army officers daughter the fauji culture is a part and parcel of my life which all the army kids consider their birthright.
But seriously, some encounters with many non defence people( read civilians) leaves me bewildered sometimes because the slight mention of the word ' army' leaves them gasping and they ruthlessly call us 'The Army Brats'.
The reason why we are called so is still ambiguous but as far as i can guess its because of certain vibes that we give out which they find different.
But they wont ever understand wat it means to change 10 schools in ones schooling life of 14 years, making new frends every year and saying goodbyes too soon.How difficult it is to adapt to a new place, alien environment and complete strangers.
Despite all this we are always welcome to new challenges and never ru out of energy to evplore new avenues.
We are brought up with values which we shall never part with, we are a small part of an organisation where ones fellowmen are brothers and where service is before self....
and if all of this makes 'Army Brats'...I am really proud to be one.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
21 years young........
Iam 21 years old.....
This statement just doesnt sound right....i maen its true iam 21...but not really 21 years old.The word old has a very differnt meaning from my viewpoint...old i guess should be in terms of maturity and wisdom. Age has just nothing to do with it.
Iam staying away from home and anyone at my age wudnt really have a problem with it. But for me not seeing my parents everyday,not geeting the warmth and comfort of home is very demoralising.
Everytime i have a little problem i want to run to my father, give him a tight hug and feel reassured that it will be taken care of.But all this doesnt seem to happen here....i have to fend for my self....solve my problems....find solutions...modify them if they are not right...
I may have celebrated 21 bdays but i have still not learnt how to hide my sadness n keep a straight face....i cant even give a fake smile to let the world know that iam fine....i still have to learn to hide my emotions when i dont want anyone to know what's going on in my head....
Maybe iam learning all dis, maybe iam not
Deres a slight chance that all this is probably good for me....or maybe iam presuming too much.
Even though its an arduous deal to save myself from becoming a laughing stock....deres content within that i can face myself in the glass...
Maybe i will grow up soon to be called 21 years old...maybe iam happy being 21 years young
MAYBE
This statement just doesnt sound right....i maen its true iam 21...but not really 21 years old.The word old has a very differnt meaning from my viewpoint...old i guess should be in terms of maturity and wisdom. Age has just nothing to do with it.
Iam staying away from home and anyone at my age wudnt really have a problem with it. But for me not seeing my parents everyday,not geeting the warmth and comfort of home is very demoralising.
Everytime i have a little problem i want to run to my father, give him a tight hug and feel reassured that it will be taken care of.But all this doesnt seem to happen here....i have to fend for my self....solve my problems....find solutions...modify them if they are not right...
I may have celebrated 21 bdays but i have still not learnt how to hide my sadness n keep a straight face....i cant even give a fake smile to let the world know that iam fine....i still have to learn to hide my emotions when i dont want anyone to know what's going on in my head....
Maybe iam learning all dis, maybe iam not
Deres a slight chance that all this is probably good for me....or maybe iam presuming too much.
Even though its an arduous deal to save myself from becoming a laughing stock....deres content within that i can face myself in the glass...
Maybe i will grow up soon to be called 21 years old...maybe iam happy being 21 years young
MAYBE
Saturday, August 9, 2008
MISSING MIRANDA
Three months out of college and it seems like eternity...no exxageration here...i really mean it.
No matter how much i may try and shrug it off its true dat..Miranda was really instrumental in shaping my life in a big way. Be it the Spic mACAY sessions or other fun events that used to take place, they all impacted my life in a special way...
But something that will really remain in the archives of my memory is the wonderful time spent....doing practically nothing....just sipping coffee under the Nescafe umbrella....dicussing...future plans, CAT questions, non existant cute guys in the next college, etc etc
I still cant forget how we'd go to D- school for having dosas in the break which was just 15 mins and would never take a rickshaw to save money....
How we all shared a packet of chips because all were broke on the last day of the month
The best were the metro rides from college to rajiv chowk....which were a source of entertainment for all the passengers...and a cause of embarrasment for us later.
From shahrukh kahn to laxmi mittal...every one was discussed in those 15 minutes...with expert opinions coming from all sides..
I have to mention our last bench sessions...where we used to sit on the pretext of studying for CAT and did everything besides that.It was a beautiful joint venture where everything was shared including answer sheets .....
All in all a wonderful experience which has become a beautiful memory today
I must say that its only at Miranda that i learnt that girls can be each others best friends and confidants
Lsatly, i can proudly declare thati joined Miranda as little girl and transformed into a woman sublime.......
CHEERS!!!!!!!
No matter how much i may try and shrug it off its true dat..Miranda was really instrumental in shaping my life in a big way. Be it the Spic mACAY sessions or other fun events that used to take place, they all impacted my life in a special way...
But something that will really remain in the archives of my memory is the wonderful time spent....doing practically nothing....just sipping coffee under the Nescafe umbrella....dicussing...future plans, CAT questions, non existant cute guys in the next college, etc etc
I still cant forget how we'd go to D- school for having dosas in the break which was just 15 mins and would never take a rickshaw to save money....
How we all shared a packet of chips because all were broke on the last day of the month
The best were the metro rides from college to rajiv chowk....which were a source of entertainment for all the passengers...and a cause of embarrasment for us later.
From shahrukh kahn to laxmi mittal...every one was discussed in those 15 minutes...with expert opinions coming from all sides..
I have to mention our last bench sessions...where we used to sit on the pretext of studying for CAT and did everything besides that.It was a beautiful joint venture where everything was shared including answer sheets .....
All in all a wonderful experience which has become a beautiful memory today
I must say that its only at Miranda that i learnt that girls can be each others best friends and confidants
Lsatly, i can proudly declare thati joined Miranda as little girl and transformed into a woman sublime.......
CHEERS!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
a month at sims
phew.......cant beleive myself......i am about to complete a month at sims.........yippee..i survived
Didnt know that after an incredibly long orientation period , i will start liking the place. Not that i have completely settled here, but i do like the people and the general ambience is nice. Food is somthing iam battling with as it's fantastically disgusting. My knowledge of english language fails to describe my true feelings about the food being served. So i wont even try!!!!!!!!
Nothing more about sims, i am just missing home a lot.......waiting for october to come.....and thats when i will go home.
Mom i really love you......its so strange that i never confessed this and here iam declaring it to the world (this is what hostel life does to people,and iam not kidding). You mean much more than i will ever say.........miss ya loads
My hard disk is crashing ............had a long tiring day............so its adios for now
Didnt know that after an incredibly long orientation period , i will start liking the place. Not that i have completely settled here, but i do like the people and the general ambience is nice. Food is somthing iam battling with as it's fantastically disgusting. My knowledge of english language fails to describe my true feelings about the food being served. So i wont even try!!!!!!!!
Nothing more about sims, i am just missing home a lot.......waiting for october to come.....and thats when i will go home.
Mom i really love you......its so strange that i never confessed this and here iam declaring it to the world (this is what hostel life does to people,and iam not kidding). You mean much more than i will ever say.........miss ya loads
My hard disk is crashing ............had a long tiring day............so its adios for now
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
BUSINESS EXERCISE 26 JUNE 2008
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My dream job……ahem ahem…….a plush office with all modern luxuries and about a 1000 people working under me. But dreams apart today’s business exercise was an exhilarating experience not only because it was a first hand experience at work but also because of the hard that went into finding a job that met our expectations.
So beginning from the beginning I started from the college at 9.30 am sharp and my immediate concern was to find somebody who could give me a lift till Aundh, which was the area assigned to my team for the exercise. I fortunately got a lift within five minutes and a lady in the blue van dropped me at the Aundh road. After some enquiry from there I again took a lift till Parihar chowk to look for work. The moment I got down I started going to all possible shops, restaurants and small offices in need of a job for a day. And then started a series of rejections as most people found the idea of working for a day totally weird and funny. I tried my best to convince them that I had come from a company and this was a part of our project. They, on the other hand, also gave me every possible excuse for not employing me for just a day without any verification. So from IDEA cellular to Vodafone essar, a saree shop to an appliances store and a bakery to computers showroom I just got one answer which was a polite ‘NO’ which was based on some undisclosed parameters.
Within this entire confusion, dejection, rejection and subjection I spotted a small Archie’s franchisee owned by Mr. Ashok Malhotra and registered under the name Kamal & Co. I and my buddy Mohit approached him for a job and to my surprise he agreed immediately. Though he did question us but despite all that he was quite welcoming. The other surprise was that he knew that we were SIMS students, so he knew what he wanted us to do. Within five minutes at about 10.30 am I started working. I started with the dusting of all the shelves for half an hour and then moved on to arranging the greeting cards on the racks. There were two sales girls, Uma & Sangeeta, who helped me, get acquainted with the place and within an hour I was raring to go. After I was done with the cleaning bit I moved on to handling the customers. I took them to different sections like the gifts customers who were irritating at times, which really made me empathize with all the sales people who undergo this ordeal day in and day out.
The shops owner shared his experiences and memories with us like his migration from Pakistan to India, his other business ventures and also about his son who sacrificed his life for the Indian army. He started this gallery in 1999 after his son’s death in 1994 and shut down his other businesses. His anecdotes enthralled me and kept me going. After three and a half hours of work I took a break for lunch at 2 pm. I got a break for 2 hours which was certainly more than my expectation and I did a bit of hitchhiking in and around Aundh.
The gallery reopened at 4 pm and the rush hour of customers began then. From 4 pm to 5.30 pm I attended maximum customers, predominantly women. After that I left the place at about 5.45 pm to go to Senapati Bapat road. Our boss for the day really appreciated my team’s work. I thanked him profusely for his patience and kindness that he showed to the team. My journey back to the college was one of the most memorable commutes of my life. I took a lift in a Qualis car of an mba executive after getting wet in the light drizzle.
After about two such more lifts and a little walk on the road I managed to get to the meeting point on time. Finally after the formalities were done and a few more free trips I got back to the college with extremely fond memories & a lot of stories to tell.
In totality it has was one of the most enriching experiences of my life and as Mr. Kamath may agree= that it had almost all ingredients of a Hindi blockbuster (drama, action. Emotion etc, only a song & dance sequence was missing). It would be an understatement to call it an enjoyable exercise because it was much more than that.
As of now I am really groggy so please excuse my mistakes……..or shall I say ‘ reprimand me for my shortcomings’ ‘coz as they say CEO’s don’t give excuses…….
So beginning from the beginning I started from the college at 9.30 am sharp and my immediate concern was to find somebody who could give me a lift till Aundh, which was the area assigned to my team for the exercise. I fortunately got a lift within five minutes and a lady in the blue van dropped me at the Aundh road. After some enquiry from there I again took a lift till Parihar chowk to look for work. The moment I got down I started going to all possible shops, restaurants and small offices in need of a job for a day. And then started a series of rejections as most people found the idea of working for a day totally weird and funny. I tried my best to convince them that I had come from a company and this was a part of our project. They, on the other hand, also gave me every possible excuse for not employing me for just a day without any verification. So from IDEA cellular to Vodafone essar, a saree shop to an appliances store and a bakery to computers showroom I just got one answer which was a polite ‘NO’ which was based on some undisclosed parameters.
Within this entire confusion, dejection, rejection and subjection I spotted a small Archie’s franchisee owned by Mr. Ashok Malhotra and registered under the name Kamal & Co. I and my buddy Mohit approached him for a job and to my surprise he agreed immediately. Though he did question us but despite all that he was quite welcoming. The other surprise was that he knew that we were SIMS students, so he knew what he wanted us to do. Within five minutes at about 10.30 am I started working. I started with the dusting of all the shelves for half an hour and then moved on to arranging the greeting cards on the racks. There were two sales girls, Uma & Sangeeta, who helped me, get acquainted with the place and within an hour I was raring to go. After I was done with the cleaning bit I moved on to handling the customers. I took them to different sections like the gifts customers who were irritating at times, which really made me empathize with all the sales people who undergo this ordeal day in and day out.
The shops owner shared his experiences and memories with us like his migration from Pakistan to India, his other business ventures and also about his son who sacrificed his life for the Indian army. He started this gallery in 1999 after his son’s death in 1994 and shut down his other businesses. His anecdotes enthralled me and kept me going. After three and a half hours of work I took a break for lunch at 2 pm. I got a break for 2 hours which was certainly more than my expectation and I did a bit of hitchhiking in and around Aundh.
The gallery reopened at 4 pm and the rush hour of customers began then. From 4 pm to 5.30 pm I attended maximum customers, predominantly women. After that I left the place at about 5.45 pm to go to Senapati Bapat road. Our boss for the day really appreciated my team’s work. I thanked him profusely for his patience and kindness that he showed to the team. My journey back to the college was one of the most memorable commutes of my life. I took a lift in a Qualis car of an mba executive after getting wet in the light drizzle.
After about two such more lifts and a little walk on the road I managed to get to the meeting point on time. Finally after the formalities were done and a few more free trips I got back to the college with extremely fond memories & a lot of stories to tell.
In totality it has was one of the most enriching experiences of my life and as Mr. Kamath may agree= that it had almost all ingredients of a Hindi blockbuster (drama, action. Emotion etc, only a song & dance sequence was missing). It would be an understatement to call it an enjoyable exercise because it was much more than that.
As of now I am really groggy so please excuse my mistakes……..or shall I say ‘ reprimand me for my shortcomings’ ‘coz as they say CEO’s don’t give excuses…….
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