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Being ‘Anu’!! :P

March 18, 2011 11 comments

It’s already Friday and I feel like banging my head on the keyboard 🙄 . No not cz of any work load or anything you might be thinking rather cz I have been thinking to write something since Monday and I am still thinking. The moment I think of opening word I give an excuse to myself “Hei, Do it later”. Escapist.

Anyways by this time you would have got a hint that I am in all mood to blabber so as a good responsible employee let me suggest, if you have some “critical” jobs to attend kindly close this window and carry on. Rest with any high/medium/low or any priority jobs  can spend their quality time here 😀 .

The “priority” talks are the result of the defects I have been raising recently and the defect management training I just attended. So kindly bear with it.

Not everyone knows or agrees (including me) that I am “little” absent-minded “sometimes”. But the recent incidents and the root-cause-analysis (Something I learnt from testing and adopted for real-life situations too  😛 ) of the same has left me wondering at myself 🙄 .

I had a CCP(assessment) to write at 4 PM and was already running very late. It takes minimum one and a half hour to reach the center and I started from office only at 3. In hurry I parked my vehicle and ran to the bus stand. Luckily the bus arrived soon and seating myself in a window seat I gave a sigh of relief hoping I won’t be “tat” late. I was so lost somewhere that I never looked at anybody and just kept looking out of the window(seeing actually nothing). Almost after half an hour  when just casually I wanted to move my hand over my hair I touched my head & realized,  I had been sitting inside the bus wearing the helmet 🙄 .

Biggest Comment-

I have received many compliments or comments but yesterday I got the biggest comment of my life that I am a biggest entertainment “piece” :O .

Lost @ the desk-

I can get lost anywhere. Both physically and mentally. One evening/night I sat staring at the application lost somewhere. It was almost 8:30 PM when suddenly my manager called out my name from the back and unknowingly I screamed at the highest pitch possible. The next moment he looked at me scared/surprised and I, embarrassed at the stupid act 😐 .

The sudden realization-

Many a times, we crib, complain and above all “compare” with whom we or our life for an instance aren’t even comparable and thus forget to enjoy what we are and what we have got 🙂 . I am no different. But before it was too late and I become a khadus-serious-angry-irritated  young lady, I slapped myself hard and the result is in front of you 😛 .

Though you “love” to listen to my blabber, I cannot go on speaking always na? 😛 You can resume your work now 😀 .

Have a jhaakaass weekend and a very happy Holi 🙂

Note: If you play Holi, instead of using colors use home-made-mud and trust me its far better than those chemicals and more fun too 😛 . Also it goess off easily.

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Change!!

March 5, 2011 23 comments

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton Season 2 edition 18; the eighteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Yet another Monday! Yuckkkksss!! I don’t remember since when I have started hating Mondays, but I know very well that I can never like it. Never. Every time the sun smiles on Monday morning, I could hear it mock at me and say “Hei loser, Congratulations! You have successfully completed yet another week of failure. Hope you enjoy the disgusting week ahead.” Holy crap. Yes, I am a loser and losers do not have an option in life. They just rely on whatever falls their way and dreaming is a sin to them.

I always aspired to be a journalist. Writing was my passion. My dream. People used to say I will make a brilliant writer one day. They loved my stories & articles. I loved observing people around and weave my own stories from their lives. They used to say my words have the power to bring life even in stones. And so foolish of me to believe them. It was their flattery compliments that showed me the stupid dream. I wanted to write and let the whole world know what I have to say. I wanted to pursue Mass Media.

But, as destiny had already painted my disgraceful future, here I am today, standing at the wrong place, waiting to board a wrong bus, and get dumped to a wrong destination where I would sit and code $*** for peanuts in a toilet-spaced 3X3 cubicle, with a tag hanging around my neck. No different to the one around my dogs Alex and Maxee. What a deplorable life! Applause please! Saying so to myself I kicked a tiny invisible pebble on the ground, both the hands cuffed tightly inside the pocket.

“Click”

Excuse me?– I said looking at the old lady, probably in her 50s, with a professional camera in hand whose click brought me out of the trance . She was in a red Tee that said “Life just got more colorful” and blue jeans.

I am sorry son, but couldn’t wait to get your permission to click. Your expression was classic and resembled the perfect persona of a “Frustrated Youth”. Hope you don’t mind it.

It’s ok.

Would you like to have a look at it?

Sure.
It has come so good. Are you a photographer?

Yes. –She said beaming with pride and her eyes twinkling with happiness.
And today is my 1st day at work.

1st day? – I asked looking at her in shock.

Yes my child. It has been a long wait, but, hmmm  no regrets.
Going to office?

Yes.

You don’t like to talk much?

Hmm nothing like that….. I said slightly curving my lips.

Everything ok?

Yeah….. It’s fine. Can I see your camera?– I said changing the topic.

Oh Sure.

Lovely clicks. You like to capture emotions, don’t you?

Yup. I like to observe people and read their faces. – She winked and gave me an understanding look.

So, where are you joining today?

I have got an opportunity to click for “Youth of India” magazine.

Oh Congrats.
And…. where did you work before?

Well, this is my first job.-She said turning to me with a smile.

First job at this age? Any issues? Financial or something?

Oh no no. My husband is a VP in a MNC. I have a wonderful family. My only son is a Manager.

Oh woww…. Then, why do you need to go for work?

Well son, it’s not about job. It’s about photography. I always wanted to be a professional photographer, click for people. But being a girl my family wasn’t supportive enough and they got me married just after I completed my degree. Then family, husband, relationships, kids, responsibilities. You know, there was never any time to think about my own desires and thus the passion for photography has to cocoon itself to the four walls of my home.
But today, I have all the time in the world. I don’t need to worry for anything. And above all, now I can live the life I always wished.
Finally I am going to live my passion.– She said giving a smile that only years of experience can bring.
Oh, I didn’t even realize how time went. It was nice meeting you. And thanks for the click.

She waved her hands and moved ahead before I could even ask her name. Even at fifty plus she was beaming with happiness and moved almost taking 2 steps at a time. She seemed to be almost flying with happiness.

My bus arrived and as I boarded the bus, I had a smile on my face and hope in my eyes, to live my passion one day. I looked in the direction where she went, but she was lost in the crowd. I don’t know if I will ever meet her again, but I will always be thankful to her.


I think, from now I love Mondays.

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