Start to Finish - Exploring the Explorations

A gang of 4 girls left delhi on a chilly winter night at 21st December to explore the world on their on. Sounds quiet like DDLJ???? hummm....but thank god we never missed a train....Yea it was me, my friend and her two friends who set out for a journey to Jaipuir and Udaipur from Delhi.

Let me introduce all of them - Miss M - my friend - the organizser and the common point of discussions. To be precise - the bean bag where all three of us waited to catch her and bang our head....no she was quiet like a mummy on the trip ....taking care of all the girls ...especially me....

Miss P - The sharp featured maiden with a sleek posture...whom i met at M's home and developed quiet a good rapport...quiet chirpy and ready to fly always....

Miss R - The elegant and reserved one with a beautiful smile....who was my laughing mate during our way back to Delhi....thanks to the "corporate people" in the train....:)


The journey began on a chilly night in the Volvo where we encountered our first victim that would be discussed till our next seven generations do not find a more interesting on than this one....Yes Mr. Wrong Bus.....


He came like a blazing storm and handed over his ticket to me in style chewing a gum and sticking to his mobile. Trying to speak in his desi + american accent ...quiet like you have mixed the dal with noodles...imagine the combination...! I saw his seat number was same as mine...but the noodles were soon seperated from the dal as the conductor discovered that he has boarded the right bus on a wrong date....

Poor chap..all is efforts to impress us went in drain....and after running for a piece of cloth to cover his face, he finally debaorded and allowed us to laugh out that the entire bus could hear.

Lots of other interesting phases of the journey to be unveiled...jaipur, udaipur bus journey and finally the returning one....

Celebration or Mourning? - The 6th of Dec

Why do I write negative things or may be controversial? Just want to share a few things that otherwise can create a big debate if discussed verbally. Cant keep myself away from such a topic. The topic popped up during a discussion between couple of colleagues about Babri Masjid. One celebrated the Black Day where as for the other it was ‘Shaurya Divas’.




Babri Masjid - A few days before Demolition









From just a one liner I could make out the sentiments, the feelings, or should I say the extremism and fanatism that lies at core of the people. IT is useless and now a very common thing to say that politicians use the feelings of common people for their interest.










But how do people react????? In a fanatic, insane, extremely violent manner that destroys many homes and invites bloodshed with nude swords. How many times we hear “Hindu Muslim Bhai Bhai”…but just peep inside your conscious and then analyze the validity of this statement today.

When you believe in God, you must believe in humanity and respect the life he has created. If there was a Ram mandir in place of a masjid, then let it be. Would you demolish Taj Mahal, Qutub Minar, Humayun’s Tomb, Lal Quila and the entire Fatenput Sikri just because some 100 years ago the land was owned by a hindu. We as common people are stupid that ride high on sentiments engulfed by others and leave our sanatism far behind when the word “REVENGE” creeps in.
Demolition Site

The English started it and we are still continuing it even worsening the situation. I don’t believe in God, I am an Atheist because I have never seen God acting as a bridge I have always seen blood shed and violence in the name of God.

WHEN GOD NEEDS A HOME TO LIVE IN....

HOW IS IT DIFFERENT FROM US.

GOD IS EVERYWHERE BUT IN THE HEARTS...

"Dear God - I am leaving this place to make way for you."

Metro Plus...

Contuined from the previous post where I encountered this dirty ape like creature gazing at me. I was standing in fact dangling from the upside handles in the metro and this man was sitting just in front of me. He started gazing at me in such a way that I thaught there was some problem with the way I was dressed. I just conciously turned aside to ensure there was no wardrobe disfunction....And it was fine...how could it be?

Then I turned back to find the man gazing in the same manner. I made it a point not to ignore him and stasted to notice him. He wold look into my eyes, tuen his face away and smile mysteriously. As if telline me "I will do what I want, what can you do about me?". I continuously noticed him and suggested him to keep his eyes off me by giving him a stern look. But that man was a drunkard or what...i dont know...he had the guts to make an eye contact and smile at me....

Once I thaought to just ignore the stupid person and not to create a scene as my station was quiet close.

Awwwwwwwwww!!! so disgusting...I was close to my station and reached the gate from where I just peeped over my shoulder and again there he was again looking at me in the cheapest possible manner. That was enough...I lost the patience and hence began the drama:

Me: Kya baat hai bhai...badi nazaren ghoomti hain tumhari (whats the matter, your eyes move a lot?)

Man: What me? No thats your illusion..theres nothing like that...Maine kya keh diya

Me: Achha kya kar diya..I have been ignoring you for such a long time...and you have the guts to lookinto my eyes and smile.

Man: dimag kharab hai kya

Me: My anger reached the tempest, "dimag kharab kiska hai pata chal jayga...chalo is station par utro CRPF iska faisla karegi"

Man: Arre kya baat hai...main kuch nahi kiya

Me: Chal abhi utar station par

Man: woooooooo.....hesitantly....mujhe neend aa rahi thi..isliye eyes thori aise ho rahi hai"

Me: if you have made a mistake admit it dont lie

Man: Ok madam, I am sorry.

And i got off the train, thankgod i didnt miss my station amid all this.

Some people really dont deserve to be ignored. Appreciative Glances are welcome but a woman can very well distinguish between a friendly glance and a cheap & lewd one easily. No one likes to create a scene and invite unwanted comments but untill you stay silent you have to bear this and silence means you permit the offence & liberties to be taken by others.

To be or Not to be ...Continued

Yes my palm is perfect now. And Let us resume the half way left talks now..to begin with the "To be or not to be Dilema".

There was a situation where I needed to give my opinion on some matter. I was in a dilema to hold all my horses or let them off. Initially I decided to go by the word of mouth where some people suggested me to keep my waging tongue tamed. So, I rehearsed my dialogues and prepared for the drama, where I had to hide my real opinoin and go by the most common practice in the country - Hypocracy.

Now it was my turn to put my views on the dias. And as soon as I got an opportunity, I vommited all that without a glitch. All the rehearsal was in vain. I spoke what I felt. And I dont know weather that affected the result or not.

Bhool Bhulaiya - Fighting the Fear

This might sound like a movie review, but had to talk about it. Well made movie with a valuable message. The film revolves around the ancient culture of blind faith. An Old Haveli with a Ghost dancing with her anklets all around...! The direction is good with apperciable work from all the actors.

The movie just remided me of a childhood incident. It goes like..I was around 10 years old and was sleeping at my friend's home because her mother was out of Delhi. Her house's balcony was adjacent to a big "peepal' tree. As per common belief in India, the 'Peepal' tree is known to transform into a Ghost House at night.

As it was not my home, I was not feeling comfortable in Golu's room. I opened my eyes to see a white and glowing moving object that came straight out of the peepal tree and moved in a horizontal direction.

I closed my eyes tightly and lied motionless for atleast two hours and just ran to my house, that was just 2 feet away fro Golu's house. After that incident, I was so scared to wakeup at night that i wouldnot open my eyes even if my sleep was disturbed.

One day, I really needed to drink some water as I had a real bad cough. I kept on coughing for atleast half an hour...and ultimately I decided to take water in the kitchen. I went like a soldier on a warfront, opened the fridge, picked up the water bottle and just ran away from the place. And I felt like conquering the biggest enemy.

Yes, it was actually, I conquered my biggest enemy - Fear. And now I can easily move around in haunted places without the fear of getting nabbed by a ghost. I fear the men and not the ghosts.

One more Thing..To be Or not To be.. Again

To be Or Not to be... Here Again..


To be Honest or not to be ( be ready to face the result)

To be OverSmart or not to be (comprimise on your honesty)

To be Honest or to be OverSmart

Chak De Again! This Time its Metro !

Yes I again lashed out on a insanely letching man...but this time it was not on the roads...it was in metro while on my way to office today morning.

Will write the whole script of the drama soon...as i cannot write much due to a swollen palm...catch you later Guys.

Oh arrogant Man?

Know you not the difference betwixt Man and Beast

Oh arrogant Man?

It is Compassion, it is Truth and it is lack of fear.

Nature shakes the world

Awaken now from your divisions

For your Time is drawing near

Stich your Mouth, Close your Eyes and Stuff Your Ears with Headphones

That is exactly Delhi personified. Shamelessly ignorant and untouched by crimes happening just one foot far far from the people. I really feel ashamed to be resident of such a city that has no affinity towards the safety of women.

The recent incident of molestatating & throwing a girl out of the running bus simply strengthens my belief, exceptions apart, that some rather major part of men polulation are only men when some one hurts their ego. I have hardly seen any MAN interfering in such matters in my lifetime.

What the hell? Will all of us behave in a similar manner had the girl been our sister, friend, wife or mother.
I am not saying that all the women react and rebel in such situations, but in a society and basic family set up where we tie RAKHIS on Raksha Bandhan and keep karwachauth for men because they are taught to be our protectors and more powerful then us. Does this manhood only reflects while molesting , raping, and voilence on the roads?


We make the society, both men and women, saftey of one is dignity of another.

Thats why We, women are called 'Fair Sex' because we have the acumen to take fair decisions at the right time with sensitivity and understanging of the situation.

The After Effects of Cyclone called T 20 Word Cup

ZED AXIS CERATIVE DEPARTMENT NEXT MORNING AFTER 20-20 INDIA vs PAKISTAN CRICKET WORLD CUP FINAL

Chalo - Shuru se Shuru Karte hain (Lets Begin with the Begining)

Australia ko Haraya - Bada Maza Aaya (It was Fun defeating Australia)

Dhoni - Pakistan ko Harakar World Cup Ghar Le Aaya

(Defeated Pakistan to Bring Home the Cup)

Team India ke Khiladiyon ne Khoob Dhoom Machaya

(Team India Players Did a Great Job)

Aur Zed-Axis ke Members ne Poore Josh se Manaya

(And Zed-Axis Members Celebrated it with full ethusiasm)

JUST SURVIVED

As exciting and nervechilling as it could be, it could have gone either way but the Indians took the magic catch to win the T20 Cricket world Cup. The whole atmosphere was so amazing that its really hard to express the moment in words but what I felt was that I just survived a HEART ATTACK.

The last two over were one of the greatest moments in cricket I have ever seen, I was literally on the edge of my seat, holding my head in my hands and praying for a mistake by MISBAH. Had it been a drop catch, who knows how many patients would the emergency could have to attend.

I remember similar nervechilling match between India and Pakistan in the 1992 world cup quaterfinals in India, Bangalore where an old man succumbed to heart attack!

Well...I am still not able to explain the entire feeling..but yet again I missed my stupid Brother. I wish you could be here to share it with us.

The IP Culture

Gosh! So much to write about today - IP, Cricket, Religion.... Let me Begin with some news of my college - IP College for Women, thats on the front page for protesting against molestation with college students by Aspiring Police Men.

Such an incident must be an eye opener for rest of the public and an alarm that the girls are no more safe in this beastly city of Delhi. Being in that college was a life time experience for me where we were not just taught our course books but also other facets of life and the science to deal with them.

I feel proud to be a part of IP, that has always kept low profile being out of the campus. And also being the first women's college of Delhi University, the college stands tall with its own vision and culture.

I am extremely happy that IP-ites have kept alive the tradition of intolerance against discrimination and exploitation of women the same since 75 years , and support the girls in their mission to abolish this evil from the roots and a stern action against the culprits who should be left to these girls for their punishment.

Bravo Girls! , thats exactly 'IP Culture'.

Forget it Folks

Yesterday I watched the Kundan Shah's bollywood classic 'Jaane Bhi Do Yaron'. I have watched it many time before some years back, but yesterday I watched it with a new perception.

Earlier, The movie for me was just a comedy movie with two jobless photographers trying to do silly things to please their editor Shobha. Now, I understood the irony behind this sattire, presented in such a magnificent manner by the director.

Every single character in this movies symbolizes a group or a part of our society. Taneja and Ahuja - the two competitors play construction contractors who are willing who can put everything at stake for their profit. Money is their God.

Commissioner Dsuza is a curropt government official who licks their feet for money but turns to the one who throws more bites at him. Other characters like Neeena Gupta and Satish Kaushik have enacted the roles of desperate people who have to bear every non-sense of their bosss to earn his trust and obviously money.

I was most amazed by the portrayal of Shobha, the editor of Khabardar magazine, who at the end also turns out to be a selfish lady, running for money in the name of social service.

The two heros symbolize our common man who tries to be faithful , sings 'We shall overcome', everytime he encounters a new problem, but is helpless at the end. The words by them ' kys Taneja ka koi kuch nahi bigad sakta...kya use koi nahi rok sakta' made me co-relate the situation of common people in the society who at last succumbs to a congression of all the currpot predators around them.

So..just forget it folks...

20 + 20 = 100

Twenty Twenty Cricket world cup began with a promise to give 100% entertainment to cricket lovers by reducing the overs and maximizing the excitement of a smash hit game.

Today its India vs Scotland, lets see what happens, Zimbawe beat Australia yesterday, lets hope that our Indian batsmen realize the importance of time and do not treat this as a test match.

Hummmm.....who will be the best at slamming the opposition? I have my stakes on Dhoni....

Ethical Journalism. Where is it?

Journalism or Press is one of the four major pillar of democacy as per the Indian constitution. The power to surface truth and fight for the democracy is a unique one, that is not available to all the citizens of the country.

When we were studying journalism, there was one book dedicated to 'Ethical Journalism', hope all the journalists have read the book. But as per todays's scenario , I hardly believe that anyone remembers it. Young journalists passing out from colleges are streaming the arena, where as being a learned, inlellectual, and having high level of thinking used to define a journalist irrespective of the degrees in their hands.

Five years ago, Jourlalism used to be an hounourable career, the moment u tell ur r a journalist, people used to respect you. But today, when I hear cases like the framed School Teacher Stning Operation, my hear bleeds for the freedom fighters who faught the independence struggle with their pens.

The job of a journalist is to bring out the truth and publish or present in an tolerable manner. But that doesnot mean hurting human sentiments and tormenting the viewers and the society.
It is so shameful that all the ethics have been taken over by a three letter acronym : TRP.

With respect to some original jourlainsts, I wish to see Journalism and truth as a true pillar of our democracy rather than pulling down our own respect.

The Itch of the Pitch

After a long time, I am itching to go home as early as possible and envying all those who have an off. That's because my interest in the cricket has just been rejuvinated during this Natwest season.

Finally Finally we got to see the Sachin-Saurab pair firing all cylinders. The last match reminded me of the days when I used to watch cricket with my brother. Our mother used to close all the doors and windows of the house, because the TV sounds were accompained by our shrieks and cheers as if our voices were going to the stadium directly.

Whats more, we were not allowed to sit on the bed while watching the game because we two togather used to jump like monkeys and poor bed had to bear it all. She would spread a Mat (chatai) and provide us with two pilows each.

Although my brother is not here with me to enjoy the match, i will miss him today but I plan to enjoy the match after a long time as I had totally lost interest in the game due to its poiticization.

I wish for a good game of cricket and pray for Indian Victory. A loss would be certaily dissapointing but an exciting game is what I am looking forward to.

Chak De!

As usual after boarding down from the Metro, I caught an auto on my way to home. Just beside me, an auto passed by; with three Boys and one of them letched at me with some lewd remarks.

I couldnot understand whom he was taking to; I looked at him again and he was once again poking his neck out of the auto and gazing at me. And I pounced upon the opportunity to tech him a lesson. I screamed on the top of my lungs "Auto Roko..Auto Toko" and the autowala stopped the auto in middle of themian road of Punjabi Bagh. Now..Traffic Jam..

I flagged out my hand and started a volley of abuses at the Boy, accompained by two other. all of them looked scared ans shocked as if they have seen an alien. One boy joined his hands apoligitically and immediately said sorry, "sorry behanji..galti ho gayi..arre sorry sorry"..repeated it 10 times.

But i was adamant on taking the cuplrit on my hands and start screaming "kya bola tha...bol kya bol raha tha tu"...he hesitantly said "madam time pooch raha tha". Unconciously I lost my temper and was sounding like i would kill them.

Me - "abe kya ghanta ghar samajh rakha hai jo time pooch raha tha..." All of them again in corus "sorry ji...galti ho gayi" and pleading in front of me to let them go.

Me- "chalo theek hai , lekin meri dobara nahi hona chahiye aisa..samjha...chal khisak le nahi to ye public ke hawale kar doongi". I let them off because they realized their mistake and immediately said sorry had he argued one word against me, he would have been in big trouble.

And they fled like a rocket with a fire in their tail. I am feeling quiet good and satisfied now...u know i used to ignore such people some times back..but now it really began taking a toll on my subconcious mind that how can i let go some one who hurts the dignity and honour of a woman.

I hope the three guys learned a lesson. So girls just get out with confidence and show your true worth..Chak De!

Finally The Heart Wins

Breaking news - "The Heart Wins Over the Brain"

The brain stops working and lets the heart do its job and go where ever it wants to. Balance / cease fire/ compromise is not the solution of this battle. Both the teams faught the battle till the last drop of blood and how can brain defeat the Heart when it comes to the blood circulation?

Obviously Heart always has more blood & ultimately life. So, the brain dies its death this time.

One wins and the other looses. This time its the Heart who wins.

Lets wait for the next battle.

To Be or Not to Be? Again!

I began writing on the similar topic and promised to write back with some more to be's or not to be's. I have found the exact situation where "to be or not to be" is the biggest question.

Not only in my life, but also in the lives of people aroyund me, I have found them struggling in the dilema : TO BE WITH THE BRAIN OR NOT TO BE, TO BE WITH THE HEART OR NOT TO BE, TO BE WITH THE BRAIN OR TO BE WITH THE HEART.

Mind you these two organs are too difficult to balance, one goes right, the other one just snaps hands and runs to the left. Its like make the two ends of a river meet, but finally when do they meet?

I guess never, the ultimately dissappear in the bigger ocean, where the river loses its identity and so do the two banks of the river.

Isnt their is midway between the heart and the brain?

I have Started Hating the Non-existant

I dont know why I have started some one who does not exist for me. I do not believe that he exists, in case he is there, then I hate him.

Only for the fact that he is going to save us from calamaties and pain and sufferings, we should bow down our heads in front of him? No he is no where, had he been here, girls would not have been rapes, newly married girls would have become widows, little children who have just come to the world would not have faced life threatening diseases, the hindus would not have killed muslims and vice versa.

If you say its his wish, his 'marzi', then i must admit he is the cruelest creature or what ever you call him. He is selfish, he is emotion less and he is a butcher.

You people call him GOD.

Trasure All You can, The Clock is Moving Fast

Every second that's passing by is taking us towards the ultimate destiny. So treasure all you can and lock it up in your memories right up there on your top floor. I realized the importance of the clock when life took a turn after passing the Journalism Diploma. Till then things were pretty much pleasent and truly not so much valuable for me.

The friends were just 'Friends', didn't really realized their worth, parents were just mummy n papa who took care of me and fill my pockets with money, and brother was a competitor with whom I always used to win the battle.

Now friends have become the most valuable assets in life, parents seem God like and brother is a life time companion to depend upon. Times taught me their value.

Do value the most important people in your life. Life is too short to regret later.

Gang O' Girls - Delhi University, IP College, BA Pass, Final Year

Dandiya Night College Fest - Sports Ground

Jam Session- College Basketball Court

Freshers' Party- Auditorium (The Audi)

August - The Special Month

August has been one of the most special months in my life. Actually August is the month of that gave me my existence- my Mother. Yes, its her 50th Birthday on the 14th of August. And other another reason is the Birthday of the mother of all Indians - India, of course you know its 15th of August- The INDIAN INDEPENDENCE DAY.

And a specialist reason that makes August the center of my life is - its my brother's birthday on 28th August. What makes it the most special, is that Rakhi is falling on the same date this year and I am gonna miss that stupid person even more.

And one more special date 31st of August, when my Brother met my beautiful Bhabhi. So I am waiting to whish everyone and give them lots of blessings along with some affordable gifts. I can't send a gift to my brother and bhabhi as they are far off.

But its the 50 th birthday of my Mom. I am a bit confused between a watch, ring, anklets, goggles, a collage of past memories (I plan to collect her photos from childhood till now and make a collage on her life- howz that?).

Coffee for T and T for Coffee

He is a classic example of Gods creation. Sports a "Choti", and is ever alert like a Dog. His fantastic conversation is inborn, a God's Gift. I bet you cannot defeat this person in communication or conversation. Guess who he is - The HR Person....No, The MArketing Exec. No, the communications Manager.......Noooooooooooooo....

Ok I wont stretch it like Ekta Kapoor. He is our office Boy - Puran. He eats half of the words he speaks and talking to him on phone is a mission altogather. If you are feeling bad or bored, its best to talk to him, he can perk up your dead spirits. But if you are busy and already irritared, it can take a toll on you to make him understand your thing.

When you find sounds "Coffee..Coffee...Coffee " and then find a Cup of Tea on your workstation, it has to be Puran. Well its been 4 months in this office, since I know him. I hope many of my colleagues would have far more interesting stories to tell about him.

Welcome Madam President

Although I am not happy the way this Presidential Election has taken course. It was quiet a show of power and politics. Why can't the people get to select their President?

Anyways, whatever has happened, I am happy about the fact that supreme commander of the armed forces is a Lady.

Men have been unfaithful, wrondg, curropt...what ever is your take on the candidate, Its time for the Ladies to have some serious command over the nation.

Because why should Men have all the power?

Ghosts and Angles...Do They Exist ?

The Brown LadyThis portrait of "The Brown Lady" ghost is arguably the most famous and well-regarded ghost photograph ever taken. The ghost is thought to be that of Lady Dorothy Townshend, wife of Charles Townshend, 2nd Viscount of Raynham, residents of Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England in the early 1700s. The Raynham Hall mansion was the home of the Townshend family for over 300 years. Dorothy was the sister of Sir Robert Walpole, Charles' one-time partner with whom he had a falling-out.

It was also rumored that Dorothy, before her marriage to Charles, had been the mistress of Lord Wharton, "whose character was so infamous, and his lady's complaisant subserviency so notorious, that no young woman could be four and twenty hours under their roof with safety to her reputation." Charles suspected Dorothy of infidelity. And although according to legal records she died and was buried in 1726, it was suspected that the funeral was a sham and that Charles had locked his wife away in a remote corner of the house until her death many years later.

The famous photo above was taken in September, 1936 by Captain Provand and Indre Shira, two photographers who were assigned to photograph Raynham Hall for Country Life magazine. This is what happened, according to Shira:

"Captain Provand took one photograph while I flashed the light. He was focusing for another exposure; I was standing by his side just behind the camera with the flashlight pistol in my hand, looking directly up the staircase. All at once I detected an ethereal veiled form coming slowly down the stairs. Rather excitedly, I called out sharply: 'Quick, quick, there's something.' I pressed the trigger of the flashlight pistol. After the flash and on closing the shutter, Captain Provand removed the focusing cloth from his head and turning to me said: 'What's all the excitement about?'"

Upon developing the film, the image of The Brown Lady ghost was seen for the first time. It was published in the December 16, 1936 issue of Country Life. The ghost has been seen occasionally since.

CSL -Me and My Ex Team at Noida Office

The Digital Media Team

From Right - First Row - Havinder - The Harry Potter, Neeraj - The Jimmy, Nikki - The Over smart Guy, Debu - The Raghu, And Harpreet Singh - The Rocking Man

Second Row From Right - Me (Tamanna - Lekhwati), Imti - The Jackie Chan, Sarmistha -Mayawati,

Last Row - Praveen (in white Shirt) - the happy man, Gautam - The Good Boy.

Missing all of You today. Had such a wonderful time with you Guys, that is to be cherished for ever.

Traffic Jam

I am experiencing a complete traffic jam. No its not in the blueline bus this time.

It is my ears that have jammed with so much wax.

What a shameful thing na...!

I am not able to hear properly and my Doc has adviced me to put in some ear drops to soften the wax that will make the cleaning process easy and less painful.

Because he could not clean the 'Rock Solid' wax acculumations in my ears.

Even more shameful..i am finding a pit to burry myself.

I have emptied almost more then half the bottle of the ear drops and just waiting for Wednesday to get them clean and gain my auditory senses back.

Sunday - The Expenditure Day

This Sunday truly was an expenditure day. I ended up spending a handsome ammount of money, but not on useless things, and enjoyed it.

First off, I got up 6.30 in the morning and went for my driving practice with my dad. What a bad start to a Sunday...getting up so early :-( . I drove it alone ... ofcourse with some guidance...for 15 kms. Then went back home and slep like a Cat. Wokeup 12 and went to the parlor. Then came back and went to meet a friend. (Who? , Keep Guessing .....)

We had pizza and did time killing and shopping. It was around 3.30 when I came back, and pounced on the PC to chat. The chatting went on for 2 hrs.

After that, I was after my DAD's life to get a DVD player. So, he finally gave in and we brought home an LG DVD player. By the time it was already 7. So, i just hanged out in the balocny and had an entertaining and interesting gossip session with mom.

The dinner was ready ans do I was to eat it. Then I had dinner and watched the free CD (that we got with the DVD player) and slept at 10.30.

I think it was the most productive Sunday I have ever had. Shopping, Driving, Friends, Chatting...a whole lot of activities...seems like the past quota of boring Sundays got compensated this time.

Romancing the Maidens

Rain drops just kissed me Good morning. It drizzling outside and I am sitting at my office :-( But it was such a great joy when I met the maidens called Rain -Drops. These maidens were at their blossom and spreading their youth around to bring life to a dead city and even more lifeless people.

I really felt drenching myself and dancing in the rain but I had to reach the office. Had it not been my office today, I would have surely made most of the beautiful weather.

I would insist that "If you think Sun brings brightness, You haven't danced in Rain".

What is Jihad for You?

What would you think when you hear a statement from a person "I am a Jihadi, jihad is one of main practices in my religion". In todays scenario, you would probably think that the person may be a terrorist. Its a sad picture that Jihad and terrorism have become synonymus.

What we understand today is just the iota of actual Jihad. According to a credible source, there are:

Jihad of the heart/soul (jihad bin nafs/qalb) is an inner struggle of good against evil in the mind, through concepts such as tawhid.
Jihad by the tongue (jihad bil lisan) is a struggle of good against evil waged by writing and speech, such as in the form of dawah (proselytizing), Khutbas (sermons), etc.
Jihad by the pen and knowledge (jihad bil qalam/lim) is a struggle for good against evil through scholarly study of Islam, ijtihad (legal reasoning), and through sciences (such as medical sciences).
Jihad by the hand (jihad bil yad) refers to a struggle of good against evil waged by actions or with one's wealth, such as going on the Hajj pilgrimage (seen as the best jihad for women), taking care of elderly parents, or political activity for furthering the cause of Islam.
Jihad by the sword (jihad bis saif) refers to qital fi sabilillah (armed fighting in the way of God, or holy war), the most common usage by Salafi Muslims and offshoots of the Muslim Brotherhood.

"I would rather walk then Boarding a Blue Line" - Sheila Dixit

Madam CM,

Would you take a moment to count how many Blue line buses are owned by Delhi Government ministers?

And by the way you would never need to board a blueline bus or even walk for a short journey. ITs after the High court thrashed the Delhi goverment, Delhi CM quoted the statement in public.

We will have to wait for 3 years either by offering our blood to the Death Line or by getting crushed inside the jam packed 'leagal' busses running on the roads.

A Wordless Communication

It was just another morning when I started from home and turned out to be extremely amazing one by the end of it as I reached office.

This Boy, around 4 - 5 years just sat with me in the Bus, along with his mother and little sister. Both of them eyed my earphones but did not say anything. The Boy was a true Moglie, he had springs all over his body, kept jumping up and down on the seat and eventually bumping into me every single minute.

I felt some discomfort in the begining but as soon as looked into his eyes, he gave me a naughty smile...an innocent one with sparkling eyes filled with mischief, and as a reflex action I smiled at him too. Whenever he would jump, I would look at him to scare him, but his cute mischievious smile made me smile too. This went on for half an hour.

Finally, I plugged an earphone in his ears and to my surprise, he sat quietly listening to the music and shying away in his mother's lap. It was such a great experience, his quietness talked to me in volumes and I replied right back...

Strage...! some people just cannot be ignored while smiling...rightly said by some one..."A smile is the shortest distance between two people..."

Emotions - Who controls who?

Sometimes I control the emotions and sometimes they keep me in control.

Strange are Human emotions, just take you to heaven and drop you from there. And those who are in control of their emotions never give them a chance to control themselves.

My vision

I see better when my eyes are closed.

With Respect to Every Faith - God???

Absence of evidence is evidence of absence.

Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.

Pray, and all your sins are hooked upon the sky.
Pray, and the heathen lie will disappear.
Prayers, they hide the saddest views,
Believing the strangest things, Loving the alien.

An atheist is a man who has no invisible means of support.

To think is to differ.gullibility + arrogance = Unshakable faith = −common sense

The first Virus attact on me

I am not talking about any pencilin virus or a viral fever attack. Its much more dangerous and consuming than one can ever imagine. It's the online viral campaign attack and I am not any ones target nor did I get addicted to any online viral thing. I got into the making of it.

Yea..to enhance your understandings, all those funny clips you saw about makkad man or Sholay or hillarious videos being forwarded by your friends are called virals. Because they get spread themsevles from one person to the other without any effort from the promoter.

I wont disclose the brand, but our team was supposed ti create a viral on a phone. And I was one of the team members who was given responsibility of inventing an idea for the viral. The viral really took on all of us. We were thinking like M..A..D on the ideas. And as it was my first of a kind assignment, it really creapt into me to give a great idea to my TL.

Everytime I gave an idea, there was something missing in it. But you know I had heard the story of the spider who tried a hundred times to climb and finally could make it. My mind kept doing some serious gymnastics, especially on the points suggested by the TL.

After rounds of meetings and discussions, now the things were doing better, finally I heard "good attempt" from his mouth. "aaahhhhh...what a great relief". That gave me enough strength to put my wildest of thaughts on paper and present him every they clicked on my mind. I must apprectaite my TL's patience to lend an ear to every idea I had narrated him. God knows how he bears with my ideas???

Although the ideas were not good enough to be sent to the client, I heard some unheard appreciation for my efforts and sleep less nights that I spent during this period of 12 days. And Volia.....!!! finally....one story got selected on a pre developed idea and was sent to the client.

Still waiting for an approval, but I am satisfied with my efforts as I know I have given more then 100% to this new challange.

Soak Yourself in memories

memories...the only treasure after Education that no one take away from you. Just a couple of days back on the weekend, when I was watching Indian Idol, A participant sang the song, "phoolon ka taaron ka sabka kehna hai..."

What should I call myself, an emotional sister who remembered her brother who has settled peacefully in Australia about an year back. Just remembered all the cat fights and hooblaboo we used to create for our Mother.

He used to pull my cheeks and threatened to cut them with a knife. And I always used to angry with him. then he used to sing the song to convince me. Ofcourse with the intervention of my mother to end the third world war from being germinating in the house.

I still dont get overt emotional while talking about my brother to anyone and anybody. But I dont know ahy this song scratches all the emotions out of me. I am known to be a tough person in the family who doesnt show her emotions too often.

And when I think of my brother, I automatically remember my sister in law who braught a fresh air of life in our family. Today I miss my bhabhi and brother like any other sister on earth and wish them all the best for their life. The memories are always there to chrerish how far you go...they keep you in touch.

What if Every Keyboard key produced a sound?

I know thats silly, but isn't it exciting. But image while you are on your workstation and every key produces a different sound on being pressed. The first thing that came to my mind was that your typing speed will become public.!

I leave the rest to your imagination. Do share what your thoughts on the topic.

Come Closer... Why?

Why do we sit close to someone? Any guesses, just a thought that caught my fancy in the evening, when I was dangling from my balcony viewing activity in the locality garden. As all the seats were occupied, a mother and daughter had to sit on two different benches. As soon as the seat, next to the daughter vacated , the mother pounced upon the seat and sat closer to the daughter.

What I understand from this very common expression, that we donot want to be far away from our loved ones. Sitting closer or touching each other is not just a physical emotion, the emotion is seated deep inside our hearts and is well directed by the brain.

When we sit with a stranger, we try not to get too close to him. Well, As a woman, I believe all the other women feel same, can't say same about Men. That's because we are not familiar with the person and have no relation to each other. Every one has a comfort level of getting close to each other (not intruding the aspect of two lovers), but I feel that I am most comfortable with the ones whom I know for a longer period and have a good rapport with.

Depends on person to person.

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??????