Year of Travel

2010 was definitely the year of travel. It all started with the long awaited US trip( the so called Onsite). Then the compulsory tried Kolkatta visit which was not successful enough. Followed by a friendly trip to Hyderabad and yet another deputation which was more like a punishment transfer for me to Mumbai. Then the many unsuccessful tries again to visit Mumbai, the n number of travels to home and native. First half were all those long waited, enjoyed trips and the second half were the compelled, disheartened ones. If asked for anything to repeat from this year, I would surely ignore the second half, and would pick from the first half. I cant recollect any one incident, which was special. There were some major nail bitting, seriously thinking , happily laughed away situations, and some decisions which I even though dint want to, took very bravely and I am proud of. Thinking today, the last day of this year... I just wish the next year be a 'dream come true' year for Everyone. All dreams big or small should be fulfilled....Let there be never ending peace, love, friendship, happiness next year.

Tschüss 2010

Merry Christmas World

Its yet another Christmas, and nothing much has changed. I was hoping for a white Christmas this year, even tho not white its bit cold one .... Its 25th midnight , and as like past almost 4-5 years I haven't got the gift I asked Santa for this year too. So atleast I am successful in maintaining a consistency. This day I would like to Thank GOD for anything, and everything I have in my Life.... and bring all happiness to all those whom I love and who needs love.

I quit

I am totally frustrated, irritated, unhappy,stressed in this project. On top of it, I feel like killing dat %^$%^ 'project manager'. he is worse and cunning dan all dose old 70s Hindi film villains.

Being in this project is worse and difficult than being with some terrorist group. Atleast with them U mite know, what dey r gonna do wit u... But here U have no idea what dese idiots r upto.

I definitely would not have minded if it was something challenging, I mean technically. This is one big group of idiots sitting and cracking their heads for nothing.

Each time I talk to that Manager, I feel like running back to the machine and typing those golden words ' I am quitting'. This is really getting to my nerves. And I am totally fed up.

i dont wanna run away from this, coz i know these kind a situations will come nywr I go... But Its total pain and I feel helpless and alone.

I quit, I really quit

Tweet Tweet Twitter

Started Twitting today. I always thought I had an account there, But 2day came to know I dint...

So created one...

Its good to write on what comes to ur mind at times, but not always....

I welcome myself to the twitter land... :-)

The Solitary Man

Solitary Man it was a poem I remember we had to study sometime in school. I dont remember correctly, but it was something about a person walking alone to a place. I never thought such things really happen or rather people could really be alone, after all you have people all around you.

Past few days or months or years I've come to know things arent so colorful, as I thought once it was. Each single person is single. Let it be your Mom, Dad, sister, brother, they are all alone and of their own. Not sure if this kind of feelings have something to do with your age, coz I get to have strong feelings as years added. I always had someone to run to, or call up at a time of crisis, but recently i've felt this I dont have any. Or I dont actually go to ppl to tell my true feelings. Its not so like me to dig this all inside, but I dont give myself any other choice or rather I dont think I've got any other choice.

This all could sound so teenage-ish , but believe me this is totally different. This is true or this is the acceptance time for the truth.

Times I feel like the person in that poem, all alone walking up the hill and dont know what to expect at the top. The feeling is weird, all the time I try to make my solitary trip merry, happy, smiley, jolly good fella.... Its not so easy.

Its long way I know and I might not have reached even half , but still I am Tired. I just need to rest, feel the breeze of love, the smell of the happiness, the touch of peace.

and I just hope things go all back to old.... I find people to whom I can run to and i dont hesitate, whom I can speak the truth, people who understands the real me, I think I am sounding selfish. but then walking all the way alone anyone could be selfish. I am no different.

Is this why people tend to become selfish, the solitary walks or trips which happen in everyone s life.

Flashback - dated 10 years back...

This piece is from a paper which I found in one of my old books during my last visit to home.

Scene(should ve been): First floor My home, my table, my book, my sis's pen ..

Year :2000....

World which I never knew
I always knew I was really bad at GK, but surely not an illiterate. But some of the news I read today made me think different. An average Indian feels that India is the only developing country, with all sufferings, corruption, poverty.
Even I was not an exception, I used to feel anywhere other than India would be lot more neat and good place to live in. But then surely some where I knew India was Best and i just love my country... now why and for what I never knew...
It was one of my friend's interest on Che Guevra, which made me serach for it. I was firstly fascinated by his story and his works. the search eventually lead me to those underdeveloped countries, I never thought of .
It was not that Cuba, Burma, Vietnam was new to me , but this face of their history was strange or shock to me.
After which all my Social studies sessions @ school was the most attentive ones... I wanted to know more on it, why people are suffering, why were their ides, views different from ours, the culture.
Those were my junior school days, and I rembr telling my mom, I want to do something to my country, to which she always replied 'huh!!! Yes Ofcourse, ven u grow up, but first concentrate on your studies.....'

I did , now I think I am grown up... But I dunno what I do to my country or rather how I help in all these grievences...Maybe not a big deal I can contribute, but I surely can try from my side that I dont make it worse. It could be from the basics of using the bins or using water and power limitedly. I thnk you do your share and evrything really adds up.



It was actual fun reading this... Such things rarely come to mind nowdays....

ya and Happy New Year all.........

Thinking Me!!!!!

Its been around 2 yrs, i've written something, its not dat i never felt to write, its just dat i never thot of it.

I was busy or rather I made myself busy wit all dose deliverables, dead lines, coding, client appreciation, ratings, assesments...
Today I just passed thru these notes and i felt, ya maybe writing out wld make things better.
I want to get out, u mite think "get out 4m wr" or." yet nther desperate techie...". First of all I dont think I am techie... MNC, coding... dese wr not part of my dreams... ya i agree it was for some time yup esp when I wanted a job during my final sem!!!
But true dreams, the real ones... u knw d ones which come from deep inside. Something u wishes from your whole soul.. mm... dat was nt dis.
I dont knw if dis sounds funny or foolish, but I wanted to be a cook working for an NGO. nw dats weird rite!! I'l explain... its simple... I love cooking, and I want to help out things. I dunno I dont like children beggin, ppl mistreating children, small ones working on all dis construction sites, old ppl on streets, helpless people, homeless ones. It hurts it really does and I knw it does for everyone. Its just that some ppl stop and think, some dont but evryone feels d pain.
I just dont want to b ones feeling the pain, but someone who can make that change. Now I knw u r laughing out thr, but its true. I just need the correct directions and right starting and I knw I can reach out to ppl more and help dem out. I finally want to make out a meaning of my life. do something more meaningful.