Disclaimer : I have been requested/ordered/threatened by a few readers to complete this thread I started, Thanks to my laziness and writer's blocks I never got any further on the thread in the last 6 months , But this morning I got up early and decided to rewrite the story in the thread from start to finish. I hope it isn't too bad :-)
The Introduction:
I met her one Monday morning, a chance meeting, a moment of serendipity.
After struggling to shake off my sleep and contemplating a “work from home” I listened to my gut instincts and jumped out of bed, got ready and reached work. I was welcomed at work by a strange aroma… like that of the jasmine flowers that blossomed in our garden, I looked around to see the source of my nostalgia and there she stood.
Long dark hair, blue eyes and outlined lips – It all came together to make a picture of perfection and I continued to capture several photographs with my eyes. All the fables I had heard about people spotting angels suddenly seemed possible.
She was new in the office, she was in my cube surrounded by a few of my team members. I struggled to get glimpses of her through the cracks people made when they moved in and out of the cube, I dawdled to my cube and with great difficulty ‘casually’ sat at my seat and tried my best to ignore her.
“Hi, are you Badri” I came up with a start. Her voice was just like her - sublime and melifluous. The aroma of jasmines in full bloom was strong, as she stood close to me. I looked up at her from my seat and after that, I barely heard anything else save a buzzing in my ear. I know she did say something for I could see her lips move but for the life of me, I had no idea what it was. I jerked back to reality when I was conscious that she was looking at me in askance
“Are you Badri, Dinaaz from HR asked me to meet you as part of my Induction, I am Ruchira Sharma, I joined the RnD team today, our meeting was scheduled for 11AM I have been waiting for you”
A vague recollection of an email from Barbara about a new induction crossed my mind. It also struck me that it was close to 12noon. Had I known that it was this apparition I was going to deal with, I believe I may have put a little bit more effort into my 'mood for the day'! A bloody good thing I decided against staying at home and working!
I finally found my voice and just as I opened my mouth . . I croaked! I cleared my throat, opened my mouth croaked again, I cleared my throat again and tried to regain some lost ground by trying to make sense of what I really wanted to tell her.
“Hey really sorry to have kept you waiting, Well, err... Ruchira nice to meet you" I said extending my arm for a handshake. She extended a folded palm and shook hands like a Pomeranian dog would. Hah the soft palm, the smooth skin - My mind went into another blank. I shook her hand for what looked like 20 seconds when she pulled back her hand, we sat down discussed her role, the company and some related stuff for the next 30 minutes. Those 30 min ensured that I was in great mood for the rest of the week.
Getting Closer:
The next 2-3 weeks I ensured that I had lunch everyday, not that I suddenly became health conscious I just wanted to be a part of the group she had lunch with. We exchanged minor jokes as part of the group and I captured more photographs of her in my mind, during those 30 min of lunch all else used to blur from my mind and vision other than her.
I loved the way she kept adjusting a strand of hair that kept falling back in front of her ear, I thought she deliberately left it in front of her ear so that she can push it back while talking to guys like me and make us notice her model like profile, anyways I wasnt complaining.
I met her a few weeks later at the office reception
"Btw Ruchira , about the project you are working on, I read the details, its very interesting, when do you want to discuss it, any time is fine with me, I even work weekends" I rushed through my long sentence, it was important that I let her know I was working the weekend and it was important I liked her project and yes it was important that I said her name.
"Oh but I am going out with my friends this weekend, we were planning to go the select city walk mall. Can we discuss the project on Monday if you don’t mind", she said with all sincerity and professionalism. Sometimes being the boss has it disadvantages , gals don’t sense your emotions.
I took a deep breath , one last attempt , God pls pls pls "Oh ok I generally work weekends from the coffee place at Select city walk, If you are around and free , we can catch up there for a bit and get started on the project, can I have your number please, will call you if I am there".
By now I had already walked some 40 steps with her, perhaps she felt connected , she gave me her number and told me that it would be ok to catch up while she was waiting for her friends. I wished her a happy weekend, she wished me a pleasant evening and I watched her leave, it was painful, sad songs were playing in my mind and then suddenly Lionel Ritchie came to the rescue and sang Hello.
A few hours passed by , I couldn’t resist the temptation to hear her voice, I picked up the phone and called her, A beautiful english song which I had heard before but couldn’t recollect from where, was her caller tune, "Helloh...." she greeted and I forgot all that I was going to say, "hellllloh "she said again , stressing now on the l, I recovered, "hi this is Badri just checking you number, sorry if I bothered, good night" . "Thats okkk Baddriii, is this your number" Thank you god, thank you, it felt so good that she said my name in such sweet fashion and for the first time I liked my name, I did have a cool name. "oh ya it is, please feel free to reach me on this whenever u want to", "sure", "good night", "gooood nigggghhtttt" I dont know why her English words had more alphabets than mine but I liked it that way.
The First Dates:
I made sure I ‘ran into her’ at the mall that weekend, she and one of her friends had come to mall early and were waiting for the rest of their gang. And then fate intervened, for once in a positive fashion, her friend got a call and excused herself.
The next 15 minutes were “exotic”, we started speaking about work but then she pointed to some flowers in a flower shop and mentioned how she liked orchids and from then on we just connected.
My mind was taking notes of things she liked and disliked. I didn’t speak a word about my likes or dislikes, I just agreed with her or asked her more questions. I knew the time I had was limited and I had to make the best of it.
Finally when my eyes caught her friend walking toward us , I gathered all my courage and said “Since you like Thai, may be you can join me for dinner after you are done watching the movie, there is this great Thai place near here, you can find me in the Coffee Shop, I will be working there”. I paused …..I was trying to read her emotions, dint she feel excited, did she feel repulsed, she dint say a thing for a few moments and my heart skipped a few beats. “Oh that would be nice, will find you at the Coffee shop ….” She said and smiled, waved good bye and left with her friend.
I started hearing music in my ears, in my mind I had accomplished something very significant, the doors to the dating phase had just been opened.
We had dinner together that night, the candle light, the romantic songs playing at the restaurant and her magnetic looks made it extremely difficult for me to sit on the other side of the table. I felt drugged, I felt ecstatic, I felt miserable, I felt as uncomfortable as one on fire, There was a rush of conflicting emotions but it was out of this world and the only way to describe it would be with poetry and music. It was fabulous.
In spite of me being lost in trance during the dinner my mind heard and registered everything she said, the way she said it, how much her head tilted in which direction when she said it, how her beautiful hands painted through the air when she spoke, it was all music and it felt as if some great musician was orchestrating her best symphony just for me.
The dinner was a success, I say that now because within a month of the dinner we had a few more of these symphonies. We started calling each other a lot, most of our calls was her telling me how she preferred one friend to another, how many soft toys she had, what her day was like, the topics hardly varied but the conversations were always music to my ears. I listened with such diligence, that my professors would have been thrilled had I exhibited half of the same back in my school days.
Things I felt were stupid when I saw heroes do them in movies were fun now in fact I longed to do them , I waited for the phone calls to practice my mimicry, use standard flirt lines , anything that would make her giggle I would do happily and things that made her happy I made sure I did. I spent 2 hours one night, after a long day at work trying to come up with interesting names for her 12 soft toys. In fact I found 3 more names that she liked but dint have toys for, I corrected that deficiency.
Where Are We ? :
We had by now spent a few months knowing each other and a few weeks on the phone talking (I am not kidding), I had moved from being an acquaintance to a friend, to a good friend, to the best friend to the bestest friend. We exchanged smses during work hours now.
In fact if I dint get a few smses every day it became impossible for me to concentrate on work, the day dint formal and I lost my motivation. We had watched half a dozen movies together, dined at a dozen restaurants and exchanged a few gifts (the ratio was me giving 20 to me receiving 2 and no they were not from her lips).
I juggled around with words such as love and like in our calls but she seemed to be either ignoring the hints or being completely oblivious to them. I moved from gifting her yellow roses to giving her red ones when we met but that dint change her reactions either. I kept wondering if she loved me or just treated me as a good friend but dint have the courage to ask her, I was worried I might ruin the dream I was living.
But then finally one day after a dinner I blurted out
“Ruch(thats what I called her now, we had nicknames for each other) you know I love you right”
“Yes Badru and you are my bestestttttt friend”
The few extra t’s dint make me feel any better, they only scared me more.
“Is that it, only bestest” I said making a sad face
“ohhh…….” She said as if talking to a sad puppy, “don’t you realize how close you are to me ” she said patting me on my cheeks (she had broken the touch barrier before with a few pats on the cheek when she was amused and some hitting when she felt mildly upset)
“No Ruch I don’t" I said, making the sad face again , it seemed to working and I wanted to get the best out of it
She got up and moved to my side of the table, she gently sat down near me, these few moments seemed too long, my heart skipped a million beats, I began to sweat a bit, it was like waiting for exam results, I am sure some part of me was even praying for good results.
She smiled, I had seen that smile before, it was her mischievous smile,
"You are ….." , she paused knowing fully well what I was going through and having her share of fun , "You are ……." She said her smile turning into giggles
"You are my kuchiku, my cutie pie" , she said and then planted a peck on my cheeks :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)
This post is a continuation of my attempt to write a short story in 4 parts, the first part can be found here, if you read the first part and were waiting for the second part, sorry for the delay, between work pressure and football matches, couldn't find much time for Her ;-)
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The meeting on the bus was nothing close to what I planned. In my mind I walked into the bus, our eyes met, she got struck by my charm(I said in my mind) somehow I managed to strike up a conversation and I managed to invite her for a coffee.
What really happened is this, I boarded the bus, the over friendly driver insisted I was in the wrong bus and the bus route dint go anywhere close to where I stayed(The perils of being known), everyone in the bus was staring at me, I managed to silence the driver with some hushed words and took the only seat I got which was some 5 rows behind her.
I had to resort to plan B, it was risky because I hadnt planned it completely yet but I wanted to talk to her today. I got down at her bus stop, she noticed me and smiled, "so what brings you here, the driver was saying this is not where you stay" she said, perhaps she had guessed my intentions, after all I spent the last one hour in the bus watching her.
"Well I had to meet a friend, she lives around here" I used the cheap trick, you are at some place at 10pm to meet a "she" friend and you hope someone whom you have barely met is intrigued by it. She wasn't intrigued, if she was she hid it well with her "Oh ok".
"Btw Ruchira , about the project, I read the details, its very interesting, when do you want to discuss it, any time is fine with me, I even work weekends" I rushed through my long sentence, it was important that I let her know I was working the weekend and it was important I liked her project and yes it was important that I said her name.
"Oh but I am going out with my friends this weekend, we were planning to go the select city walk mall. Can we discuss the project on monday if you dont mind", she said with all sincerity and professionalism. Damn you gal cant you sense my emotions.
I took a deep breath , one last attempt , God pls pls pls "Oh ok I generally work weekends from the coffee place at Select city walk, If you are around and free , we can catch up there for a bit and get started on the project, can I have your number please, will call you if I am there".
By now I had already walked some 40 steps with her, perhaps she felt connected , she gave me her number and told me that it would be ok to catch up while she was waiting for her friends. I wished her good night, she wished me a pleasant evening with my friend and I watched her leave, it was painful, sad songs were playing in my mind and then suddenly Lionel Ritchie came to the rescue and sang Hello.
I picked up the phone and called her, A beautiful english song which I had heard before but couldnt recollect from where, was her caller tune, "Helloh...." she greeted and I forgot all that I was going to say, "hellllloh "she said again , stressing now on the l, I recovered, "hi this is badri just checking you number, sorry if I bothered, good night" . "Thats okkk Baddriii, is this your number" Thank you god, thank you she said my name in such sweet fashion and for the first time I liked my name, I did have a cool name. "oh ya it is, please feel free to reach me on this whenever u want to", "sure", "good night", "gooood nigggghhtttt" I dont know why her english words had more alphabets than mine but I liked it that way.
The next day morning was busy I had to assign work to my team in the morning staus updates, "So Navin what are you busy with" I asked still lost in thoughts of Ruchira but wanting to chug along at work, "Nothing much just the new project proposal, anything important I must look at". Nothing much, just the new project proposal, this guy was going to be the reason why I was going to get fired, the new project proposal was the only important thing my team was working on, "Hmm,,, I was wondering if you could help me with something, its for a competition, the lines go something like this "....." I need to get some details about the song, like OST where it appeared, the lyrics etc, you get the point" I asked in a bossy but help seeking way. "Who is the gal dude" he smirked , Now he gets smart, when I ask him about the proposal he is dumb god save my team, "no one important man just a friend" I said with a serious face trying to make him think it was really no one important. "Sure will bounce you the details ASAP" he said while leaving the room, he came back for a bit, smiled and said "All the best boss", I suddenly liked him now, I smiled, I had to remember to give him good ratings in the next appraisal what a nice kid.
I called the concierge kid, he was famous for being the babe magnet at work, "Shashank, can you please come to my cube for a sec , need some help". I asked him about select city walk, places of interest there, gifts to take for a gal whom you are meeting "casually for the first time", he was very helpful.
Navin replied with the data he had gathered about the song, It gave me a few ideas for a conversation. I called and made reservation at one of the best hotels in the mall. I ordered a bouquet of 3 red roses and a few roses of other colors, I was all set.Tomorrow was going to be a wonderful day...
Disclaimer : I call them Write-Ups, you can choose to call them Short stories if you want. But anyways the point is its been a long while since I wrote one that sounded ok and that was way back in 2005. The last one I wrote was incomplete and largely garbled but even that was 6 months ago. So I figured it was time to get over the writers block , so here is my "attempt" at another write-up. I plan to write this in four parts(Please bear with me :-)) and this is the first of those four parts
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Her - Part 1:
"No it will never work" that was the first thought that crossed my mind when I decided to approach her. She had just entered my office floor and was talking to some of my colleagues. I had never met her before. But something in me told me I had to go talk to her. But something else said "Look at her and look at you, she is so pretty , so good looking , forget it she is way above your league". But luck had different plans for us. She walked up to me and said "xxxxxxxxxxx". Well I couldnt hear what she was telling me, I was so overwhelmed by the fact that she approached me when I was planning to approach her that my mind went blank, well almost.
Her eyes dark and deep, her skin unblemished and pink and her glowing lips moving up and down to reveal her beautifully lined up white sparkling teeth flooded my mind with images of her. It was like my mind was a high speed camera taking tens of thousands of photographs. My eyes were so overworked that my other senses had to momentarily shutdown.
"Excuse me, are you Badri?" she interupted my photography session with by increasing her voice and by change of expression that made her eyes looks bigger. "Cute" I blurted out what my mind was thinking. "Whattt..." she reacted with a lot of emphasis on the t.
"I said true, ,meaning true I am Badri" I said trying to manage the situation. "Well I am Ruchira from the RND department and I was told you can help with a project I am working on, could you please let me know of a good time that we can meet up, I have a lot of questions to ask" she said adjusting a thin strand of hair which I thought was deliberately left in front of her ear so that she can push it back while talking to guys like me and make us notice her model like profile, anyways I wasnt complaining.
"Well, err... Hi Ruchira nice to meet you" I said extending my arm for a handshake. She extended a folded palm and shook hands like a Pomeranian dog would. Hah the soft palm, the smooth skin - My mind went into another blank. I shook her hand for what looked like 20 seconds when she pulled back her hand and said "Same here so when can we meet".
This was my chance, I had to say the right words and something good could happen, think Badri think ..... "Can you please give me your number I will call you back when I am free, I am kinda busy right now" I said quickly pressing windows key + D on my laptop to hide the freecell window. "Oh ok, my number is on the LDAP do give me a call when you are free, thanks" she said and smiled. I nodded, she thanked me again and left.
God bless the RND guys I said in a hushed tone and opened up the employee directory to search for her. Ruchira Sharma , born 21st Feb 1989, Marital status Single, Address : XXXXX , Ph. NO xxxxx. There were advantages of having admin access to some portals. You just could see more information than others could.
I saw that she took the office bus route 31 to go home. Of course I stayed 30kms in the other direction from her place but like so many other times before when I had met good looking gals, this time too my mind was telling me that she was the one and this was my chance. So I called the transport team and booked a seat on route 31 , her destination was today mine.
To be continued.....
--Badri--
Now thats something that happens frequently but this time it has been extremely bad starting writing something a week ago and am yet to complete it . So what did i decide , i decided that i will anyways go ahead and post the incomplete article/poem in here even if it pains u good folks :) kindly bear with me.
disclaimer : its incomplete :)
Sometimes I am not myself, perhaps what ever i am these sometimes is myself but I dont realize that. Whatever be the case , there are these times when you can see me turn into a totally different person than what I normally pose to be.
Some people have analyzed the normal(normal posing) me and deduced(arguably ;-)) that i am volatile , arrogant , vain , pompous and that i think others are duds and all that. But the other me that comes about in these mood swings is totally inferiority complexed, insecure , thinks everyone but me is great and things like that. It is because of this other me that I sometimes wonder if people are right in considering me vain. Nevertheless if you want to carry out a psycho analysis and help me find myself u are welcome.
One such mood swing occured last night, when i realized that i will soon be completing 4 yrs in IT but my coffers are empty(in fact i have huge debts damn icici credit cards) and sadly so is my brain. I was thinking about what i have learnt in these 48 months and was totally shattered when i realized i have learnt anything that can hold water. So as usual in an emotional state I wrote the below given poem.
Its a mockery of the way in which in IT we know we are overpaid , we arent becoming a better person but yet we continue with the show cos of two reasons
i) the show must go on (commitment ;-))
ii)only if the show goes on we will get paid. (commitment again ;-))
P.S: In my defence. I dont think others are duds but i very often think people are not realizing their full potential and often engage in worthless activities or things that are completely orthogonal to their skill set.
I am not volatile, i get bored too soon, you impress me with something i get into the act and start helping you and very soon i get bored if i dont find it challenging any more.
I am frank sometimes blunt , the world likes hypocracy and someone who speaks ill at the back is more preferred than one who speaks ill in the front cant help it.
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To sustain, one still has to earn some money
Time and again I wonder if I am worth what i am paid
If there is a lay off at what point will i get laid
Dont ya think what i am saying is funny
Worry i do for alas, to sustain, one still has to earn some money
So worrying about ones capabilities and survival skills
Seems not so bad even if with inferiority one it fills
For although one wants to live without material worry, its irony
That alas, to sustain, one still has to earn some money
Sometimes I think I am having fun
Even though skills and tricks i have learnt none
In bench i sit at office, and happily at home still watch bugs bunny
For at last, to sustain, one still has to earn some money
Well what i am saying is I get the job done
And thats how i have survived in this long run
But most times I feel
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cheers,
--Badri--
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
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Loved those words, thanks to scoots who forwarded it to me and Mary Schmich who wrote them.
cheers,
--Badri--
The first time I met her there were no thunder storms, no butterflies flying in the stomach and nor were there any cupids arrows flying around. It was just a chanced happening.
"But but .... " The love bird within squealed frightened by the vulture's intimidating voice."No buts, dont get stupid, there is one life and many important missions and there are many many more important things to do than pursue this crush,waste time admiring someone, involve less in your other passions, digress from your chief motives in life and repent later.... I take control from now on" the vulture commanded.
Badrinath.V.S :-)
In another 13-14 days I will turn 1 year less younger, although the norm is to turn 1 year older I prefer it this way. Ok back to where I was I will be turning i year less younger and that would mean another feather in an already crowded hat.
Well it aint an accomplishment, it just happens you dont even have to work for it and its so common that all men and ofcourse women have it but for some reason somebody thought of ages ago that birthdays must be celebrated.And here we are celebrating birthday's and throwing out parties/treats even though we are left wondering, Why on all important rejoiceable occasions in our life we have to grow less richer.
Anyways that aint my point here, treats and the sorrow they bring(to the sponsorer) are aint really my worries right now, what is, is that I haven't achieved something that a good number of my friends have by this time.
During my school days when the friends I am talking about where working hard to the lay the foundations for the success they were to have later, impressing the class teacher,playing football and day dreaming where my chief occupations.As much as they would tell me the importance of making such an achievement in life it always seemed unimportant to me and at times when it seemed important I would procrastinate saying "boy chill there is time".Had I worked hard or may be for the kind of person I was at school, bright and smart(hey stop laughing I am sharing my worries with you not joking) I could have easily laid the foundation to go ahead and make the same achievement but I dint I was too casual.
School got over and a good number of my friends left for different colleges with their chins up and with the smile of accomplishment beaming on their face, they had worked hard and laid the foundation, they did realize later that what was more difficult was keeping the foundation strong and not laying it but well they handled that part well,kudos to them for their perserverance and patience and may be tolerance considering all the struggle they had to endure.
But I was lazy all along and never wanted to invest my time and skills in anything other than video gaming and football.At college I never got the chance, there were opportunities but there was too much competition, yet again I was too lazy to put up a fight against the competition.Come to college, go home, write exam clear all papers without cup(arrears) was all I wanted to do I really dint care abt making that achievement that was so precious to many around me.Mostly the best opportunities were always taken by the not so lazy, keen to succeed, willing to work hard kind and hence obviously dint even qualify.I still dint want to invest time, I never realized the value of making such an achievement and by the time I reached my final year at college "get a job,go to work, make money, live happily" had become my mission in life aptly designed for a couch potato like me who dint want to flex a muscle.
Suddenly now when I look at the thousands who curse themselves, sometimes within themselves(although it shows on their face) and sometimes vociferously I really feel I have made a mistake, I missed a real lot of opportunities.Take for example my company whenever the successful people who have made that kinda achievement proudly and sometimes shyly(because of all the recognition) confess the same, I can see the ones that haven't achieved watch them agape and immediately go into their dreamlands or memory lanes retrospecting on what they must have done but haven't, suddenly they desperately wish they had done it too but sometimes its too late, some resign too their fate "elaiketha ellu urundai" they say but some still feel for it.
Now I suddenly feel that there is something more than getting a good job and living happily , I must have used the opportunities I got well but I dint, I really must have worked hard.Really now when I retrospect I feel like a failure and a miserable one.I am royally struck by the "I feel like a failure" syndrome.
But may be there is time to correct all this.I really hope there is still time left for me and I really pray to god that I get atleast one another opportunity. I hear that Einstein made his first achievement only after he turned 26 so I guess that still leaves me 3 more years and hopefully I will succeed, hopefully I will get the opportunity if I keep looking and god willing will make full use of it to get that coveted achievement that they call a "GirlFriend".
cheers,
Badrinath.V.S :-)
P.S :- If you are an achiever I can use tips from you, pls mail me at badrinath at gmail dot com.
P.P.S :- If you are planning to gift me on my BDay an opportunity i mean a date would be great, but if you cannot arrange for the same a pair of nike shoes or an ipod or a discman are fine gifts too.And hey if you are my boss I can really use an hike. ;-)
With blinking eyes, yawning mouth, shivering hands and fading sight , I embraced the queen of my heart, my greatest fascination, my greatest ever crush, my lady love, Peels (name changed).She had taken me to a state of ecstasy as she had done many times in the past. I was in no mood to leave her. Hours passed and we exchanged no words. Just me and her, looking into each others eyes. She had already embraced me tightly. In her grasp I felt the warmth of a mother's love, the romance of a new found love, I felt as if I had had Ambrosia. I achieved the highest state of tranquility.
"Badri....., Badri it is already 8.30 , get ready" I could hear my mother shouting. But it seemed to me ,as though she was shouting from under a dozen pillows. It was too difficult for me to hear my mother. I had no ear for anyone when Peels was around. I was in no mood to leave my bed and of course .. Peels.
In all my life nobody cast the kind of spell Peels had cast on me. I knew her since the time I was small, so small that even talking of a crush was considered taboo. As a boy I had had one strong principle "If you want to maintain your peace of mind, maintain ten foot distance when meeting a good looking girl ". Luckily I had never met any good looking gals, …………….. but Peels ……..she was different, She was not only good looking , but mesmerized me with her looks.
She had always kept me busy - so busy that even if Preity Zinta , my most favorite heroine, had called on me, I would have turned her down. She literally possessed me, She had , and has complete control over me and my senses. When she embraces me, she does not allow me to even look at another girl. Ofcourse I dont have time for another girl when she is by my side.
When I turned a teenager and when my friends started talking about new girls in school, , I always felt that those were childish talks, no ''man" or "man to be" would wanna engage in such talks, when he could afford to have the company of a gal like Peels. I always used to wait for her to come..... and she always came. SHE followed me where ever I went, like that "pug in the hutch ad" to every place that I went. When she is around , I dedicate very little of my sensory organs for other people. I hear no one, all though I pretend as if I am listening.
But SHE is a little stupid, stupid enough to follow me to all places I go. SHE would even follow me into the classroom and then I would get royally kicked by the teacher for having taken HER company. The truth was not only me, but almost every one who came in contact with HER started loving HER.
During my graduation days, she always followed me to the examination halls and the classrooms. To me, she and studies were inseparable. She never allowed me to concentrate on my studies. The fact that she followed me into the examination halls must is still evident from the marks I scored. Well I am not trying to defend my "HardWorking Abilities" and "Brain", I am just trying to say that there were other reasons why I scored less. No matter what examinations I attended, she followed me loyally. The invigilators didn’t care about that. Half the candidates brought along with them their counterparts for peels. No! don’t let your imaginations take wings, I din't study in the U.S.of A.
Then I joined my company. Well she did accompany me to the interview, but my interviewers were also caught under her spell. She was something they could not avoid at noon or night. Sadly she stopped visiting me too often, after I joined my company. There were other people in the company who needed her and she obliged. But whenever she visited me, I did spend a great time with her. Luckily there were places in the company where people wouldnt disturb us, like ……….our Test Labs.
If she has not embraced you from the time you started reading this articl,e and if you are interested in knowing who she is ---- Read on………...
My mother's voice grew in decibels . " it is 9.30 AM, you are spending too much time, get ready " she continued shouting , but in vain. Peels was not going to leave me. My mother had learnt through experience that there was one person who could bring me out of Peels's spell. My FATHER ………She sent for my father. My father dashed into my bedroom and gave me a rigorous jolt and instantly Peels fled. My father saw her leaving the room. With an air of pride and victory, he too left the room.
This time my father rescued me from her spell, but friends … time and again she catches hold of me. I find it difficult when she comes and embraces me in the office. I find it even more difficult when I am talking to our friends at office and she embraces them.
Friends, I understand all of you love Peels, I have seen some of you with her. But please suggest me few methods to get rid of her. Yes, I love her very much, but I think I could do much better at office without her. I feel I can concentrate more and be more effective if she was not around.
So Friends please help me to fight the spell of this beautiful gal called SLEEP. Oops!!! did I say SLEEP or PEELS in any case they are quite the same ;)
Was suffering from severe BLOGSTIPATION for the last few days.Just could not find anything to write.I know people prefer calling the syndrome "Writers Block" but somehow I prefer "Blogstipation".Its 9.35 PM was about to leave and just then the "bulb glow" Blogstipation cured I could think of something to write.
When it comes to eating I am a connosieur.I am vegeterian,more specifically a "Non Egg eating vegeterian".After one group of people started the propagation of Egg as a vegetarian dish ,there suddenly seems to be a subgroups among vegeterians.The egg eating group and non egg eating vegetarains.
I can safely tell you that there are dozens of vegetarian dishes(non-egg containing dishes :-)) that I have devoured and my taste buds can easily find out if a dish is properly cooked even if it is only slightly improperly cooked.Now although that seems to be a meritorious ability to possess it has its own disadvantages.I just cannot stand bad food.(For Exampe:- I dont classify puffs served in our company as food)
My mother is a real great cook.Easily the best I have ever come across.But her cooking is like Tendulkar's batting.Two good innings and you know a "Duck" is in the offing.But cos of her I have gotten so used to eating real good food that I am unable to compromise on the quality.
My grandmother is another real good cook.But the problem is her cooking is like Dravid's batting.Although its consistent U get really used to the style after some time its too cliche and boring.And I feel "variety adds spice to life".
I eat lunch at our office canteen.I subscribed after I saw all those paneer masala,chappatis etc on my first day at office.But then consistency of the food at canteen is pathetic.For example today the entire gang which had food with me dint go for a second serving ,it just was not worth it.The chappatis are half baked most of the time and the menu is too consistent.Consistent menus are just against my policy "Variety adds spice to life".All this has led to my avoiding lunch at our office 10-15 times in the last two months.
Now finding issues is easy , fix them is not.So I decided to work on this matter.I asked my grandmother for a solution.But like all grandmothers she suggested getting married.(how dint I guess that she was going to say that).May be thats what all granny suggest.Typically cos "in their times" the bride was expected to cook well and that was one of the chief occupeations of a good wife.But in any case thats like adding a gazillion problems to your life (no offence to married people) to solve one.And I have my principles(remember "variety adds.....").Just kidding(not fully though ;-))Also it is too early in the innings to introduce a new batsmen that too a debutant about whose performance you are not sure.(sachin=mother,dravid=grandma)
What better solution than cooking yourself?You know what u want , u can make varieties, u may be a debutant but can always improve cos u know what u want and will abide by it and more importantly there is this factor called EGO which will keep u away from saying "This food sucks".Thats it Eureka!! here is the solution I am going to learn to cook(anybody interested in teaching).May be one month down the line u can all eat real real good food cooked by me.Who knows?? :-) :-)
Cheers
