Me - The Muse

I m feeling good today, Ask me - why- whats so good about today? Guess what, I feel like a muse toda, not for any poet or a painter, but for my office colleagues.

Since people have caught me on blogger, they have appreciated my writing and whats more they have been inspired to start blogging themselves. Now they wait for my new postings although are lazy and reluctant to post comments.

Humm..a couple of more things on my mind at the moment, today was childrens day in my blueline bus. Yes, there were a lot of children in the bus, really cute and surprisingly all of them were of the same age-group. Although they were not feeling so good, but their innocent faces made my morning really good.

Second thing..about the superwoman who screamed at the driver for driving rash..i also joined the band and cleared my throat, she began with" Arre ye kya ho raha hai...race kyu kar rahe ho accident ho jayga"...then i poked my nose and I also said , "ye to inka roz ka kaam hai aunty, inko koi fark nahi parta"

After a couple of blows by the lady with my support, the bus driver actually strarted driving in a very sane manner. Hats Off to the Lady, I also deserve some Kudos..what say?

The Babu and The CEO

Just when I was coming back from some work, I head about my neighnbor - Mr. Soni, undergoing a knee replacement surgery. He was admitted in army hospital and was recovering well. When I went home, I talked about this to my Mom. I was wondering how could this old couple affoad the surgery. Mom told me that he is getting all the treatment for free as he is a retired givernment servant.

I always find, the first year Meenu talking to her friends on phone. I again asked Mom, does she have any boyfriend, she contunuously talks on phone. Mom replies, "Tanu..how can u forget that her dad is an MTNL employee".

And not to forget the corner flat uncle, who goes to office at 11.00 am and is home at 6.00. I wont ask Mom again because I know that he is a government officer.

And compared to all these people I find myself so much engrossed in work, no time for myself, still struggling to take up a mediclaim policy, thinking about the Monster called Tax. How lucky these people are to have all the privellages and liberties of being government employees. And on top of that no work to do and additional incomes from under the table. A mere Peon earns more then he is expected to. I was surprised to see that the boy who just passed his 12th, got a clerical job, a 4th grade job and still maintains a CAR.

I still can dream of owning a new car, having been passed graduation, done journalism, and working for more then 2 years.

Well, thats the difference between a Babu and a CEO that the babu never does the work he is supposed to do & still gets more then he deserves and an executive in a private firm is expceted to do much more then he is supposed to do and may be , get what he deserves...

Finally...I broke the silence

I thought that I am the most patient and forgiving person in the world. There have been times when I could have burst out, but I did not loose my temper. But I do not know what happened yesterday. I behaved really badly on someone trying to play a joke on me.

This is happened for the first time that I showed my anger at the work place in my small but quiet an eventful career of 2 years. But I probably know what made me do so? It was certain irrititation with a person who seems to be good at once and absolutely irritating at the same time.

I am not the ones to allow everyone to pass a comment on me, even it is a friendly gesture. I get along with very few people, the people who have a good sense of humor, who know their limits even if they are friends. How can one become a friend whom you hardly know for 2 months.

I have been filled wiht this anguish for quiet sometimes now. The way a person jokes, envisons something, talks publically and expresses himself make a difference to me. And I can hadrly tolerate show off and cheapness. But I remained calm.

Yesterday, It was too much. So I just gave a nasty look with a couple of words to answer that did not need any explanation. I know, my behaviour my have hurt the partucilar person and also some people who were present that time in the room. I cannot help it, thats me.

The Begger and His Son

since I have started commuting by the blue line bus, I come across different dimentions of life that thrive on the Delhi Streets, Red lights and Bus Stops. Everyday is a new mission to reach the office. But somehow I am getting used to it now.

But today I realized the ugliest faces of our so called tolreable and civilised culture. The culture that teaches us to be compassionate towards the poor, be kind and help others. But the virtue is fast fading in the mean cosmptolitan culture.

When I reached half way to my office in the bus, i realized that the girl sitting in front of my seat is maing frowing faces, As if she has seen a lizard or a creepy animal. But the creature that was disturbing her was a beggars son, who was standing next to her holding the seat handles.

The little boy was accompained by his father, who looked like a begger with shreaded clothes and a dingy structure that could fall of anytime. The boy too was ill dressed and dirty. He was with his father to reach may be the next destination of their business. The beggars face was almost experssionless. He was gazing out side through the window.

But the boys dreams peeped outsided from his eyes. His dreamy eyes, that had the want, the helpness and the will to breakfree. May be, he was not his son, but the two shared a great chemistry, held each others hand and supported through out the bumpy ride.

Back to the boy, he was not happy the way, the girl was expressing unrest on him standing near her. He tried not to touch the Lady, but it was not in his hands. A little boy that had all the innosence of world in eyes was causing trouble to her. How can a person be torubled by a little child near him\her. May be he was dirty, but I dont believe that the sophisticated lady had any touble with the hygeine quontient of the boy.

Its the worm called castesim that baars us to even think of such deprived people as a part of our society. Why can people accept as it is?

How I Hate Summers!

Today the scorching Sun is as ruthless as it can be.It is such a torture to travel in summers amid the crazy traffic in Delhi heat. The blueline bussess add icing on the cake by blocking the roads.

And ofcourse the ones who suffer are the pedestrians, people go mad when the red light turns green..my God, i am afraid how will I manage if I have to drive on my own to the office.

When the Autowala Changed Route…

Its exactly 6.45 when I left he office yesterday. After negotiating for a 70 Rs. I got the auto. The autowala this time took me through a different route altogather. I was skeptical about the change of route because we are not ready to experiment too often.

The route remembered me of the old company and that this is the same time that my colleagues travel to their home in the cab.

Yes, the great Cressanda Cab. There is something about that Company that no boy is able to forget ever. The Cab, my third home after the Redisence Pitampura – The Home With Parents and Cressanda- The home with Colleagues.

I am surprised to accept the fact that somewhere it is even more memorable then my college days. And when I was lost in these thoughts, I suddenly heard a Voice “Tamannaaaaaa”, It was Debu, my friend from Cressanda in the Cab with Neeraj, All three of us used to gossip and chat a lot as we were the last ones to get down of the cab and the cab was vacated.

I waved them and got out the auto. I was so excited to talk to them that I gave an extra 10-rupee note to the autowala and didn’t realize it in a hurry. Those 5 minutes of ride took me back one year and I relived all the moments.

Gandhigiri ... Just a phase...?

Where has Gandhigiri gone all of a sudden? The Sikh Protests in Punjab and Hyderabad Blast After effects have once again prooved that patience is a virtue of a few in a billion, especially in a country like India.

Just an year back, people were seen smitten by a movie called 'Lage Raho Munna Bhai', which advocated the principles of Mahatma Gandhi. There were peaceful protests in form of people dropping flowers and cards at the door steps of curropt officials and babus.

Many people agreed to have learnt something from the concept of Gandhigiri. When a single man can instigate a mass revolution among the citizens of India, why cant a few people actually proove the relevance of Principles of Mahatma Gandi in todays world.

All the enthusiasm seems to be a minor phase when the masses were appealed by satyagrah and non-voilence. I am not a 100% believer of Mahatma Gandhi's Principles, but feel that there are certain weapons that can be used for various circumstances. It is best to solve the issue begining with Gandhigiri and then take some strong steps if the voice is not being heard.

But the recent masses reactions regarding Dera Sacha Sauda and Hyderabad Blasts have prooved once again that common man is still not able to differ between castism and actual benefit of the mankind.

Why does a protest involves burning trucks, swaying nude swords in the crowd, killing people, spreading voilence, tiggering off communal riots....

Is this what we are left to see after 60 years of independence? Does a disapproval or disagreement of certain issue means that you have to threaten to destroy the world, harm public property that has been bought with the TAXES that only we pay????

Can't we see some Gandhigiri on such issues when it is needed the most???

The first Fears

It is the first time that the fear creeped in my mind. I dont know what fear. But it is leaving me restless. A couple of things but entirely diffrernt from each other. Strangely have had same effect and confluended into a fear. a fear of losing something, fear of deteriorating, fighting to be happy. ??? what??? nothing can be said....

I care to be careless

humm...contradictory in it self...isn't it? But thats not me. I am talking about a friend of mine who has created a record in being careless. Never in my life, I have seen her being carefull. How can some people be so self ceneterd and forget about anything.

I know a friend in need is a friend in deed. I am always there for her and have been there. But I do not remember a time when people call me without any reason. Although there may be some people around who care and are easily recognizable. But when you tend to think "Why has she or he called me?" the problem begins right there.

Well, i have nothing more to say....i dont believe in seeking revenge but i expect to get back what i give at some point of time.

From Friday to Monday

Volia...its friday...but it has ended so soon..Why? Don't know, how long a weekned should be? The life on Friday is like a free kite soaring high up in the sky and monday morning blues suddenly cut the thread short and make the kite fall on the ground.

But this much of break is alwys a fun, you have time to enjoy and also the period to restore the lost energy and get back to work. I have been on holidays when i suffered with a severe back pain. For ten days, the hell broke loose on me. Every day was like a terrible, boring and time killing day. Nothing to do.

Although, I was not feeling well, but as I started recovering, I realized how bore it is to sit at home and do nothing. I seriously wished to get back to work as soon as possible.

How could I do that? Me..praying to go back to office, I could not believe it was me. But yes, It was the Tamanna. Tamanna to be active and get over lazy cat syndrome. So, the lesson is: we are never content with what we have got. Once the thing is lost, we realize how important it was?

And weekdays are as much fun as Weekend.

What to do??

I have nothing to do right now...What to do? Sometimes its really killing to sit idle, when you have no work to do. Believe me, I want to tell my manager to grant me an off for the day if there is no more work for me.

But that is not how the things go on. Some corporations are at a stage to implement a flexi-timings system but some are not established or matured to a level. A certain level where they are more focused on quality rather then quantity.

I have generally noticed that leaving the office at time is considered to be a status symbol. Those who leave office late are respected by the managers and others in the management. But those who have an insect called punctuality, do suffer on this front.

I know people who sit in the office more then they are required to. They do everything but work , because they have nothing to do. I cannot sit even a minute extra if i donot have work with me.

I try to finish things on time so that i can leave at the right time. But some people delay their work unnecessarily to show off their busyness. Some genuine souls are exception. But what more can I say???

Have said most of it. Leaving on time is a thing that I think twice before leaving. "Oh, its time, but can I be the first one to leave the office, what will my senior think of me". And then I answer, "Yes , I can because I am among the first ones to enter the office."

Oh! the great indian civilization

The great Indian civilization. In 2007, it is still great with so much people and very well civilizing around in metros like Delhi. Thou art the king, the Ceaser...do what ever you want. Park your car midst of the road, spit every two minutes as a rule, letch at women passing by(needs special post, will discuss later), smoke at public places, cross traffic signals in fact break every possible rule.

Donate gold and money to temples, let the poor man die, take a dip in a so called pure and holy water(laced with carcenogens and allergans) and get back to your job of forgery & maintain double standards.

I bow down to the great Indian civilization and hope it will contiue to be same for may many years to come.

To Be or Not to Be....

How many times through out the day you face the question? I cant say about you but i face it too many times.

The first time it is when i have to board the bus to office. To be in the bus or go by an auto????? next time its all about saying your heart out...to be youself or be a little clever to mould according to various situations arisin at work????

And then its the time to leave the office, to be the first one to leave the office or wait for some one to initiate the time off??

Well that's just a bunch of to bees or not to bees... i will write more if i come across any more other then work...i am sure there would be ..but need to think about them...when was the last time you were in a situation of To Be or Not to Be??????