So this blog was almost dead...just that i didnt have th heart to let it die..honestly!!
So what happened meanwhile?? I celebrated my 26th birthday...i am old already! Sanjaya turned one year old already, Sriram is 3 yrs old, Sanjay had his mottai, i am managely decently along at work, been a little busy mothering Sanjay, handling everyday...and you may not want to really know it, but i am proud of it and i state it, i am still feeding the little guy and plan to do so till he is two years old..so am i the perfect mom??? Far from it, i let him fall and get hurt and all, not on purpose of course!!
And this blog is 5 yeard old!!!
so that was random update...mundane household duties beckon.......
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Lessons from life
I am still learning lots in life. Every day as I step out, I know not what is in store. No , my work doesn’t involve any adventure. It is rather mundane, nothing risky or life altering.. yet there’ so much I learn..
So what did I learn today? I learnt that one must stick on dreams regardless of what the world says. There are times when people talk about things which I feel is highly impossible, I almost tell them so. I didn’t realize that I had been quashing dreams..i only thought that I was being practical…that’s how things work and it is going to be very difficult to have it any other way!
But guess what? That is so not true. You don’t need to conform to any rule or any normality and that your dreams can be as outlandish as you want it to be..and you can have people call you weird and say that things may never work out and wonder why you would walk out of a comfort zone that you have so well created for yourself and all that, and yet you hold onto your weird idea…one fine day , it will be true..seriously!
Its nice to prove myself wrong, to see how I can go on conforming to normality and keep quashing my own dreams..somehow this thought refreshed me today, and I make a promise to myself that I will never let another person quash my dreams, no matter how strange, impossible, or much above my level they may be….
So what did I learn today? I learnt that one must stick on dreams regardless of what the world says. There are times when people talk about things which I feel is highly impossible, I almost tell them so. I didn’t realize that I had been quashing dreams..i only thought that I was being practical…that’s how things work and it is going to be very difficult to have it any other way!
But guess what? That is so not true. You don’t need to conform to any rule or any normality and that your dreams can be as outlandish as you want it to be..and you can have people call you weird and say that things may never work out and wonder why you would walk out of a comfort zone that you have so well created for yourself and all that, and yet you hold onto your weird idea…one fine day , it will be true..seriously!
Its nice to prove myself wrong, to see how I can go on conforming to normality and keep quashing my own dreams..somehow this thought refreshed me today, and I make a promise to myself that I will never let another person quash my dreams, no matter how strange, impossible, or much above my level they may be….
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The magical room
I live in a magical room
Where thoughts float around like bubbles
And magically link themselves to form stories
I live in a magical room
Where every emotion gets a little space
Be it sorrow, be it joy
I live in a magical room
Where there’s no stopping me,
Where anything I dream could be true
I live in a magical room,
But I am not all detached from reality
For I think about you too
I would like you to get in,
And see the magic, I worked for you.
But alas magic as it is,
You cannot even see,
The door to my magic room
PS: I am feeling all poetic today. Which means I don’t do work but instead open my diary, get hold of a pen and begin to scribble. I wrote two more which I have contributed to the company e-mag. They insist on stuff they receive not being previously published. They need not worry, I seem to be the only one reading my blog…..
Hello anyone else still reading my blog, please let me know how you interpret my scribble here. I would really like to know what you think this could be about before I reveal what I actually thought while writing it…
Where thoughts float around like bubbles
And magically link themselves to form stories
I live in a magical room
Where every emotion gets a little space
Be it sorrow, be it joy
I live in a magical room
Where there’s no stopping me,
Where anything I dream could be true
I live in a magical room,
But I am not all detached from reality
For I think about you too
I would like you to get in,
And see the magic, I worked for you.
But alas magic as it is,
You cannot even see,
The door to my magic room
PS: I am feeling all poetic today. Which means I don’t do work but instead open my diary, get hold of a pen and begin to scribble. I wrote two more which I have contributed to the company e-mag. They insist on stuff they receive not being previously published. They need not worry, I seem to be the only one reading my blog…..
Hello anyone else still reading my blog, please let me know how you interpret my scribble here. I would really like to know what you think this could be about before I reveal what I actually thought while writing it…
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
ice creams, soda and memories
They were there at the regular ice-cream place. It doesn’t boast of great ice-creams, but it was close enough to work, to sneak in for some gossip. It was also used to meet up old colleagues, who were no longer allowed access beyond reception, to people’s seats where gossip seemed its most natural.
So one of those days, for one of those many reasons, they were at the regular ice-cream place.
The ice-cream lover that she w, she was really glad that of all these visits. She really thanked her stars and the innumerable Hindu Gods, that the ice-cream place was indeed a ice-cream place and not say, a muttai-bonda place or some such. Then she would be forced to join in just for the gossip..
So getting back to their current visit, they began this trip talking sweet nonsense and other gibberish. Each ordered something just to keep the conversation going. She being the foodie that she was, she grabbed a bottle of soda and drank a little. She almost spat out a bit, surprised by the taste of it. That called for some laughs and other talk about who had had soda and who had had lime soda and so on when suddenly something happened.
Memories came flooding back to her, drowning all the noise of the chatter. Memories of good old days, memories that she didn’t even remember having, memories of long lost childhood, of when there was goli-soda, of when there was thatha to go along with to neighborhood shop, of the neighborhood shop keeper who always had a credit history with thatha, of being 8 or 9 years old, of school and friends and innocence and studies and a lot other more. A wave of memories hit her and transported her to a time so long back, taking her to the land of her childhood. So lost was she in her memories, it didn’t surprise for a moment, how loaded a memory of a sip of goli-soda could be….
Silently, she gripped the bottle a little harder and took another gulp. She was liking the trip down memory lane. It was nice to be 8 or 9 years old again…..
So one of those days, for one of those many reasons, they were at the regular ice-cream place.
The ice-cream lover that she w, she was really glad that of all these visits. She really thanked her stars and the innumerable Hindu Gods, that the ice-cream place was indeed a ice-cream place and not say, a muttai-bonda place or some such. Then she would be forced to join in just for the gossip..
So getting back to their current visit, they began this trip talking sweet nonsense and other gibberish. Each ordered something just to keep the conversation going. She being the foodie that she was, she grabbed a bottle of soda and drank a little. She almost spat out a bit, surprised by the taste of it. That called for some laughs and other talk about who had had soda and who had had lime soda and so on when suddenly something happened.
Memories came flooding back to her, drowning all the noise of the chatter. Memories of good old days, memories that she didn’t even remember having, memories of long lost childhood, of when there was goli-soda, of when there was thatha to go along with to neighborhood shop, of the neighborhood shop keeper who always had a credit history with thatha, of being 8 or 9 years old, of school and friends and innocence and studies and a lot other more. A wave of memories hit her and transported her to a time so long back, taking her to the land of her childhood. So lost was she in her memories, it didn’t surprise for a moment, how loaded a memory of a sip of goli-soda could be….
Silently, she gripped the bottle a little harder and took another gulp. She was liking the trip down memory lane. It was nice to be 8 or 9 years old again…..
Friday, January 02, 2009
Random thoughts
Strangers, till then…
We were strangers till then
Despite having known each other
For very many years
We were stranger till then
Despite meeting every day
And talking very much
We were strangers till then
Though no one who saw us
Would say so
And then it happened
A common grief, a common loss
And opened up the lovely little heart in you,
Through your words
We were strangers till then….
On what could have been
When she was small,
When her nascent brain
Didn’t have adult conditioning…
She was an artist
Who would draw out her story
She was an actor
In every day play
She was a singer,
Of popular songs, shouting through the roof
She was a story teller
Passing of fantasies for real life experiences….
She was a dreamer
Looking at bejeweled night sky…
She was a bunch of possibilities
Today, she is a designation….
PS: I love to write....good or not..theres no stopping me. I really wanted to get back my scribbling and came up with these two. Not very impressive, but well, i have made a beginnign again and i really want to keep writing more and more..
:)
We were strangers till then
Despite having known each other
For very many years
We were stranger till then
Despite meeting every day
And talking very much
We were strangers till then
Though no one who saw us
Would say so
And then it happened
A common grief, a common loss
And opened up the lovely little heart in you,
Through your words
We were strangers till then….
On what could have been
When she was small,
When her nascent brain
Didn’t have adult conditioning…
She was an artist
Who would draw out her story
She was an actor
In every day play
She was a singer,
Of popular songs, shouting through the roof
She was a story teller
Passing of fantasies for real life experiences….
She was a dreamer
Looking at bejeweled night sky…
She was a bunch of possibilities
Today, she is a designation….
PS: I love to write....good or not..theres no stopping me. I really wanted to get back my scribbling and came up with these two. Not very impressive, but well, i have made a beginnign again and i really want to keep writing more and more..
:)
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Christmas and a Happy New year!!!
I wish everyone a merry christmas and a happy new year!!
As always there's lots to say and so little time. My little one has been keeping us all busy for now he crawls ad crawls and doesnt want to sit in a place. He can hold to furniture and push himslef up and stand. He falls a lot though, so someone always has to be behind him.
Work is going good in the sense that I am still on the Job.Got another award recently. Looks like Sanju has brought me good luck. :)
Most important update, post pregnancy, i lost the pregnancy weight to gain it all back in a few monhts, let me give you sample conversation that would best explain my plight:
While Pregnanct:
Random friend in office: You are getting fat.
ME: I am not fat, I am Pregnant!!
After delivery (getting BMI and BP checked in office):
Lady(After seeing my weight): Madam, are you carrying?
ME(Almost laughing and crying together): I am not pregnant, I am fat!!
So there you go!! In my zeal and stress to exclusively breastfeed my baby for the first 5 and half months, i went on an eating binge. I was always worried I should have enough milk for my baby. I managed well , only i got fat.
On the bright side, none of my old clothes fit me , so i have to get myself a whole new wardrobe. Yay!!! My mom's clothes fit me, so now i dont share with my sis, but i get to share with mom.
And the husband still thinks i am cute. Love must indeed be blind!!!
There i was one morning, sleep deprived, wearing nighty, smudged eye-liner appearing like dark circles, dishevelled hair...waiting to close the gate after the husband leaves for office. I am looking at him and thinking, "He is so good looking" , only i dont say it. He gives me one look and tells me, "You look cute"....
Now everything is alright with my world...weight issue or no....i am happy and just fine!!!
Life as a working mother has been interesting. Initially i didnt want to stay in office and wanted to rush home to be with baby...now i am learning to deal with it . Anyways, he is given good care by his grandparents..
So life is going good....
I saw Madagascar - 2 and loved it, but i am going to save that for another post!!
:)
Have fun all of you ad enjoy your life!!
As always there's lots to say and so little time. My little one has been keeping us all busy for now he crawls ad crawls and doesnt want to sit in a place. He can hold to furniture and push himslef up and stand. He falls a lot though, so someone always has to be behind him.
Work is going good in the sense that I am still on the Job.Got another award recently. Looks like Sanju has brought me good luck. :)
Most important update, post pregnancy, i lost the pregnancy weight to gain it all back in a few monhts, let me give you sample conversation that would best explain my plight:
While Pregnanct:
Random friend in office: You are getting fat.
ME: I am not fat, I am Pregnant!!
After delivery (getting BMI and BP checked in office):
Lady(After seeing my weight): Madam, are you carrying?
ME(Almost laughing and crying together): I am not pregnant, I am fat!!
So there you go!! In my zeal and stress to exclusively breastfeed my baby for the first 5 and half months, i went on an eating binge. I was always worried I should have enough milk for my baby. I managed well , only i got fat.
On the bright side, none of my old clothes fit me , so i have to get myself a whole new wardrobe. Yay!!! My mom's clothes fit me, so now i dont share with my sis, but i get to share with mom.
And the husband still thinks i am cute. Love must indeed be blind!!!
There i was one morning, sleep deprived, wearing nighty, smudged eye-liner appearing like dark circles, dishevelled hair...waiting to close the gate after the husband leaves for office. I am looking at him and thinking, "He is so good looking" , only i dont say it. He gives me one look and tells me, "You look cute"....
Now everything is alright with my world...weight issue or no....i am happy and just fine!!!
Life as a working mother has been interesting. Initially i didnt want to stay in office and wanted to rush home to be with baby...now i am learning to deal with it . Anyways, he is given good care by his grandparents..
So life is going good....
I saw Madagascar - 2 and loved it, but i am going to save that for another post!!
:)
Have fun all of you ad enjoy your life!!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Break that down...
Yesterday i was given an award in the recognition program in office. Not a big deal actually. But if you are a small time developer like me with little expectations, it can be big.
I was all happy and spring-in-my-step and all. I have little expectations from life mostly. That makes me mostly a happy person.
So coming back to the award, the person who had nominated me was telling the group as to why he thought that I should get the award. (Jargon Alert!! Not that I know too many jargons, lets just pretend that I do )He was telling them thathe was trying to host an flash application on a content management system and he didnt know how to do it and he didnt find reading meterial on that in any of the forums and all and that I helped him finish the task in 2 hours, quickly.
It is after this little talk that i realised the real reason for me being able to help him finish the task so soon. Well, he looked at it as hosting an appliction. I looked at it as displaying a webpage in another page....
(End Jargon Alert!!)
what am i coming to say, you ask??? Simple, break the big problem into smaller ones and begin by solving the smallest first. Helps, really does!
I was all happy and spring-in-my-step and all. I have little expectations from life mostly. That makes me mostly a happy person.
So coming back to the award, the person who had nominated me was telling the group as to why he thought that I should get the award. (Jargon Alert!! Not that I know too many jargons, lets just pretend that I do )He was telling them that
It is after this little talk that i realised the real reason for me being able to help him finish the task so soon. Well, he looked at it as hosting an appliction. I looked at it as displaying a webpage in another page....
(End Jargon Alert!!)
what am i coming to say, you ask??? Simple, break the big problem into smaller ones and begin by solving the smallest first. Helps, really does!
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