My buddy's last day at the office

As a part of this ebullient life i made many friends as every other person does make but my buddy usha about whom i am penning this blog is special to me.I share a special camaraderie with her and so am jotting this blog.

Usha and i joined an MNC on the same date and hence were into the same batch.I met her for the first time at the engineering college when i had been there to collect my certificates.The sweet smile on her face was the one which dazzled me when we broke ice.I did not confabulate much with her on that day but was enamoured of her.

After one and half month of training we were into our respective projects.In no time we turned out to be close friends.She is innocent,friendly and talented.As meeting and making friends is quite common so is the departing.Finally the day arrived which was her last day at the organisation as she was selected for some other MNC and her last day with us too(may not be starkly but partially)

As usual we both reached the office in our respective buses.I was a bit poignant that day so was Usha and our remaining group of friends.She pinged me and enquired if i was busy.I told her that i was just in and so was absolutely not.She asked me to come to her desk as she brought my favourite dish maggie.With elation i went to her desk and gorged it.Later she asked me to accompany her as she would like to meet our batch mates and other pals once before leaving.I along with my buddy deepthi marched to the desks of our batchmates with Usha.Each and everyone of them wished Usha good luck for her furture endeavours dewy eyed.

Finally it was dusk and so was time for departure.All of a sudden i was in a fix as i had some issue in my project.It was already 6.30 P.M. and our buses start at 7 P.M.I felt like meeting Usha but had to fix the issue immediately.My heart was pounding fast but by god's grace i could fix it quickly and paced off to the foodcourt where she was waiting for me.I felt quite relaxed and joined her.She was almost dewy eyed which i could sense but she brought no shades of it on the face and spoke quite casually.I too spoke to her quite casually despite the grief trying relentlessly to pierce out.I wished her good luck,asked her to keep in touch,emboldened her advising her not to panic much as she would be into a new ambience once again.

It was 6.55 P.M. and was time for our buses.With doleful hearts we got into our respective buses.As i quoted previously meeting and departing is a part of this bizarre life,but the reminiscences that those wonderful pals leave with us are what keep us going and that's what is called LIFE...Live Impertubably For Ever....

Badi kamaal ki cheez hai yeh zindagi!!!

badi kismat se mili hai,tumhe insaan ki yeh anmol zindagi...
jab bhagwan se is haseen jahan ne ki hai, ek surili bandagi

har pal ehsaan mandh rehna apni maa ka...
jisne diya hai tumhe, yeh keemthi janam

yaad karthe rehna baatein apni pitha ki...
kyonki zaroori hai, tumhari oonchayi ke liye unka karam

kar dikhana iss zamane ko kuch aisa kaam...
jo tumhari hi nahin, roshan karde poore parivaar ka naam

aage badthe rehna bina ruke apni manzil ki oor...
chaahe jithni hi mushkile, dikhaye tumhe apni zor

yuhi sajaathe rehna har pal mumkin aur meete khwaab..
sach karna unhe, jaise iss berangi duniyaan mein roshni bhardetha hai lal afthaab

chahe jithni hi buri shakthiyaan dikhaye tumhe apni kashish...
samajhdaari dikhana aur jaanna ki, woh sab hain tumhe fasaane ki saazish

kaam karna phal ki aasha math kar,yaad rakhna yeh keemthi kalaam...
jis janam bhoomi ne tumhe apna manzil dikhaya,karna usse apna salaam

tumhare aage jhukne, koi aitraaz na dikhayega yeh neela aasmaan...
aazmaao tho badi kamaal ki cheez hai yeh zindagi,jismein poore honge tumhare saare armaan

dosti ke rang

dost wahi hotha hai
jo samajh sake.. apne dost ka gam
dost wahi hotha hai
jo ponch sake.. uski aankhon ka nam
dost wahi hotha hai
jo saath de.. uske har kadam
dost wahi hotha hai
jo kar sake.. uski mushkilon ko kam
dost wahi hotha hai
jo yaad dila sake.. uski asli cham
dost wahi hotha hai
jo keh sake.. tum akele nahin jab thak saath hai hum
dost wahi hotha hai
jo de sake.. uske khathir apna dam
woh dost dost nahin kehlatha
jo bhar de.. uski zindagi mein tham

My first day at my first job

The bluish sky was hastily embellished with dark, dusty stratus obliterating the mighty sun, which was struggling drastically for a glimpse of the scenic earth. Cool breezes were soothing the delectable landscape including me. I just peeped through the window of my lovely gaff indulging the pleasant scenario, which flung me deep into the thoughts reminding me the first day of my first job.

That day I woke up early in the morning with quite a lot of excitement despite the weather being somnolent. My parents hastened me asking me to get ready as quickly as possible so that I could make it to the office sharp at 9 A.M. With lots of musings revolving in my mind I curbed meticulously all the important certificates that I need to carry, with my father guiding and reminding me now and then each and every possession I need to carry. My mother on the other hand embarked on her lecture… asking me to be careful at the office, suggesting me not to leave my friends, advising me to eat properly and commanding me to call her now and then so that she could peacefully watch her favorite culinary programs on the idiot box….(he he...jus kidding mom)..:)....As a daughter I could comprehend her feelings and was quite overwhelmed for her warmth and care.Meanwhile my grandmother asked my mother to come and stand in front of me outside our domicile as it was supposed to be a good omen. My brother wished me good luck and told that he would be eagerly waiting for me so that I could share with him my experiences at the campus.

With a mélange of dwellings piercing through my mind, I bid them goodbye and finally stepped out of my abode, marched towards the bus stop along with my father and boarded into the bus. Accidentally I happened to meet one of my college mates (Satya…. now my buddy) who was also supposed to join the organization on the same date. On journeying for an hour and a half we finally got off at the campus and were flabbergasted at its ambience. All of a sudden it started drizzling and the security permitted us to get inside. I peeked at my father once, who then emboldened me and assured me that it was my day.

The premise was damn swanky and plush with the logo of our organization emblazoned at the apex of one of the skyscrapers over there. I was then abruptly reminded of the encomiums showered by one of my buddies (Mannar) on the campus who then happened to join the organization two months back and I felt them quite apt...:)

In about an hour the hall in which we were made to sit was swarmed with all the new joiners. As usual the room sounded like a typical Indian fish market with the chattering of the joiners. I was suddenly brought back to this globe of IT from the world of chit chatting as the room hushed up where I found a lady strolling into the hall. She was lithe, supple and graceful and essayed a dazzling smile. She has the gift of the gab and gabbed informing us the inception of the organization, its specializations and accomplishments till date. Her lecture was succeeded by a few more talks by the HR department. Later we were made to fill in oodles of forms, which was quite enthusing initially and as we scribbled in a few forms it sounded monotonous and so we just doodled of the remaining forms. At about 1 P.M. in the afternoon they asked us to depart for lunch.

All the joiners segregated themselves into groups and en bloc strolled towards the food court. All of us were astounded and enthralled at its ambience and salubrious and savored the food. Post lunch we had a few more talks by the remaining departments and finally they winded up the session for the day by instructing us the responsibilities and the high expectations that they had on us. Later we were asked to leave for a renowned hospital for a medical check up. Trust me it was peevish...:(

In no time we were done with it and paced off to our respective homes flaunting pride as if we accomplished a Herculean task. To complement the feeling, it started drizzling again and we with elation we drenched ourselves in the rain, got into our respective buses and reached our dwellings. It was indeed an unforgettable day in my life and I always keep cherishing those precious moments...:)

Note: I penned it with the inspiration of my buddy deepthi who too penned her experiences on the first day of joining..:)

khwaahish..

sitharon se baathein karne ki khwaahish thi..
lekin main unhe pahunch nahin paayi...

phoolon se dosti karne ki khwaahish thi..
lekin main unhe batha nahin paayi...

pavan ke jhokon se gale lagne ki khwaahish thi..
lekin main unhe chu nahin paayi...

panchiyon ki tharah udne ki khwaahish thi..
lekin main pankh la nahin paayi...

koyal ki tharah gaane ki khwaahish thi..
lekin main achanak apne aap ko besuri paayi...

sooraj ki tharah ugne ki khwaahish thi..
lekin main neeche kheench di gayi...

baadalon ki tharah machalne ki khwaahish thi..
lekin main unki tharah aazadi nahin paayi...

zindagi ke har rang mein jeene ki khwaahish thi..
lekin main khud zindagi ban nahin paayi...

aisi kya galthi ho gayi mujhse..
ki main apni khwaahishon ko bha nahin paayi...

Memories to Cherish - my childhood in mumbai

my initial days of schooling...

hmmm...i dwelled a lot on where to start with as my childhood was not restricted to a particular place in India. I have been to many places in Andhra Pradesh and in fact three states in India. Among them the one that is indelible from my mind is 'Aamchi mumbai'. Yup...the tacky, the thronged one.. yet delectable, exotic, mighty, plush, scenic, swanky Mumbai and hmm…if I run with the same pace I am sure that I just can’t end up….

Anyways to start with….my schooling has begun in mumbai,…the business city of India.I am done with my primary education(2nd,3rd n 4th classes) at nanik English high school in Mumbai. My first day at school ended up in a quite freaky way. Even now I jus can’t stop chortling when ever those reminiscences crawl into my mind….
The moment I lollopped into the class I descried many of my co-mates staring at me astounded. As I was from a typical orthodox south Indian family I donned a half saree,wore a tight plait doused with oil and worked out vermilion on my forehead. I was almost dewy- eyed and felt a bit edgy as I peeped at them. Most of them were tad posh with modern outfits and loose hairs. The first hour of the class went on nonchalantly. Later to my astonishment the distance between us dwindled and many of them were enthused to know about me and I was elated when I cud pal up with a few of them….

As I was a native of south India, my mumbai cronies were very much under the delusion that I was a madrasi despite me being a hyderabadi. Not only a mumbaite almost everyone from north India were generally under the illusion that if someone was from south India then that fellow had to be a madrasi..phew!!!

But I consider myself very lucky as i was never teased or exasperated by them for being a south Indian. The camaraderie that I shared with each one of them was quite sterling. I would like to spur the above statement with an instance. After a few days from my date of joining I had a squabble with one of my classmates and on the spur of the moment she hit me hard. I broke into tears(my eyes have a great AFFINITY for water…tears just disgorged from my eyes..don’t u believe me? many of my friends are live witnesses for that)but the very next moment one of my co mates(Tejal) tackled the situation by edifying the other girl that I had recently recovered from typhoid and that it was indeed very idiotic to hit me. My foe (Rachna..just kidding) apologized and from then we turned out to be good friends…

Infact my friends used to adore me and I was always teachers’ pet which made me exhilarated. In my initial days of schooling, learning hindi and marathi was a herculean task but gradually I could make myself comfortable in them and every one was flabbergasted when I was one among the top five in the class in the very first unit test. I was quite overwhelmed as that was my first triumph in my life…:)

dard...

jab kaanta choobtha hai,to than ko chot zaroor lagthi hai...
lekin woh zakhm, kabhi na kabhi mit jaatha hai...
magar jab dosti jhooti nikalthi hai,thab chot man ko lagthi hai...
aur woh dard zindagi bhar nahin mit tha...

Moments of surging bliss....

waking up in the dawn when the peeking beams of balmy sunlight solace the skin emmoliently...
dousing oneself in the serene evening welcoming the spanking first drizzle of the year ecstatically...
harking to the melliflous muzic on the radio while exuding the daunting stress of the day starkly...
soothing up the soul by snuggling into the lap of mama in a starry dulcet night placidly...
turning nostalgic while dandling a tot and indulging the boisterous deeds it elicits ebulliently...
showering of accolades by the cronies when descried crooning an ethereal ballad euphoniously...
disgorging of tears with flaunt when the quest for pinnacle is embodied truimphantly...
douching of sparks of pride from the eyes of papa when seen the world giving his child encomiums heartfully...
finally...expressing gratitude to the enchanting almighty for having endowed the invaluable human incarnation humbly...

Aankhen...

na jaane kya rakha hai in aankhon mein
jo ithni choti ho kar bhi.. iss haseen duniyaan ko apne mein bharlethi hain.....

na jaane kya rakha hai in aankhon mein
jo bina aansoo piye... khushi aur gham ke jal bahaa dethi hain.....

na jaane kya rakha hai in aankhon mein
jo bina kuch kahe... dil ke bhavanaaon ka izhar kar lethi hain.....

aakhir.... kya rakha hai in aankhon mein jo khamosh reh kar bhi...
ithne saare sawaal kar lethi hain.....

Maa.....

mere dil ki dhadkan ho tum...
mere kal ki darpan ho tum....
meri aankhon ki kaajal ho tum...
mere sapnon ke baadal ho tum....
meri manzil ka kinara ho tum...
mere jeevan ka sahara ho tum....
meri zindagi ki roshni ho tum...
mere bandagi ki raagini ho tum....
mere bhavishya ka ujala ho tum...
mere beethe hue kal ka nazara ho tum....
bhagwan ki ek anmol srushti ho tum...
sach kehthi hoon maa
mujhko apni jaan se bhi pyaari ho tum....

zindagi ke rang......

zindagi aisi milthi hai
jaise baarish ki boondon ko peekar, jaag ut thi hai soyi hui dharthi...

zindagi aisi badalthi hai
jaise barsaath ki boondon ko chookar, phool banjaathi hai masoom kali...

zindagi aisi bichadthi hai
jaise baarish ki boondon se tokar khakar, chaav kho bait thi hai naadan panchi..

zindagi aisi nikharthi hai
jaise barsaath mein bheeg kar, haseen lagne lagthi hai bejaan prakruthi....

You and life...

who are you?
you are not ubiquitous
you are unique in this endless world
you are not a mere copy
you were born an original in this serene universe

dont brood over the mistakes that you have committed
just dwell upon the services that you have rendered
dont brood over the faults that you can find with others
just dwell upon their well being and that's what really matters

dont brood over the woes that lie behind
just dwell on the happiness that you have conquered
dont brood over the treasures that u have failed to find
just dwell on the pleasures that you have inferred

people might forget your deeds
people might forget your words
but it is highly impossible
to forget your feelings for them

the path to the success is not straight
the endeavour required is not simple
you find a curve called confusion
you find a loop called tension
you find a fear called illusion
you find a thorn called demolition
but you too find a hope called belief
you too find a thread called perseverance
you too find an impetus called almighty
all these lead to a paradise called success!!!!

An analogous portrait

The colourful birdies on the trees
the moist dew drops on the leaves
the innocent fishes in the ponds
the soothing breezes in the dawn
all these sprawl a lustre on the divine earth

the lush green fields
the greenish blue gorges
the spurt of the gurgling river
the balmy and cosy sunlight
all these portray a scene of placidity and delight

but...
all of a sudden, a cloud of rain
peeks out of the sky so pure
causing sheer darkness
and driving away all the lure

the wind starts blowing
the storm starts growing
the river starts surging
the greenery starts deteriorating

where is the balmy sunlight?
where are the lush green fields?
where are the scenic gorges?
where are the soothing breezes?

are all these indications of a never coming golden sunlight?
are all these depictions of a never yielding lush green field?
does the frenetic storm never end?

this is not just the portrait of a paradox scenery
where you find a bright sunshine now and
a frenzied storm the other day...
it is.....the analogous portrait of the human mind
where a melange of musings interwind!!!!

Dost...

hame aap jaisa dost mila is pal
na jaane kis lambe intezaar ka hai yeh meetha phal
bas yehi dua kartha hai yeh dil
ki kabhi na aaye hamari is dosti mein hulchul

Main.....

Dil ke deewar par ek rangeen tasveer hu main
Palkon ke dehleez par ek naadan lakeer hu main
Pehchaano mujhe mere doston, koi aur nahin
Apni manzil dhoondthi ek haseen takdeer hu main

Dosti...

Hai kithni ajeeb yeh zindagi ki daastan
Jismein dost banjaathe hain do insaan
Hai un anjaanon ki dosti kithni naadan
Jisme woh ho jathe hai ek doosre pe kurbaan

Dil ki dhadkan...

Dil ke dahleez par ek ajeeb si aahat
Saason ke thale har pal than ko bahlathi hai
Lakh sochne par ek ajeeb si muskuraahat
Yeh ehsaas dilathi hai ki woh aahat dhadkan kehlathi hai

Dosti ke Rangeen pal...

Zindagi ki rangeen kashthi mein kuch pal aise hothe hain
Jinhe hum kabhi na kabhi bhool jaathe hain
Magar dosthi ki haseen raah par kuch pal aise hothe hain
Jinhe hum bhoolna chahe, tho bhi na bhool pathe hain