One liners about things that keep me busy

I belong to a Building bustling with brilliance; breakfast here is in business casuals.

Bread, Cheese, Yogurt , Bagel, Donut , Creamer - My new found food companions.

Endless assignments always keeps one awake.

Uncommonness in Language, thoughts, attire and believes - striving to be a perfect team.

Money matters. But not as much as it seems to matter at most times.

I am confused how to interpret 'networking'! Its a very vague term.

Search for people. Search for job.Search for more money.Search for the perfect partner. The search never ends. So keep searching.

Ice skating could be fun. Even if you have no idea how to skate!

There is a very thin line between Altruism and Intrusion .

After a long tiring day, happiness was in a small packet brought by USPS with the best gift i ever got.

Place. People. Patriotic.

I am nostalgic with memories of an early rise on a sunny summer morning. Dressed in a cute crisp uniform, we joined the bee line of students who all gathered in the assembly for the flag hoist. It wasn't just another day. It meant an hours wait in the scotching heat, claps , national anthem, a flag pinned on the chest and chocolates for fun.

And then were times when it was not just a holiday. A day when i woke up to see the TV on earlier than normal. When I got used to seeing Ad's and wishes early morning on the newspaper. When sms conveyed messages otherwise forgotten. The only day when prime minister's speech was important and when AR Rahman and Lata Mangeshkar versions of Vande Mataram kindled the spirit of the day.

On through, it still did not remain just another day. It was a day that could be spent with kids in orphanages, an opportunity to go around and distribute chocolates. When it was about making someone else's day delightful.

Today, my country wakes up to yet another day that reiterates its freedom people still continue doing every thing as before, in this side of the globe it dark and its the day before.

I needed a day on the calendar all these years to feel the refreshed smell of patriotism all day long. Here i live, miles apart from her where every single day i look out for things that could give me the slightest touch of her being. Anything from a distant aroma of food to jus seeing a crowd of people with noise gets it on.

Love her. Miss her.

Happy independence day!

First words

I jus woke up to absolute silence. Took a few steps to the window near me and a see green, lots of it. I can listen to my own foot steps at home, a gruggling refridgarator and some little birds who jus woke up with me. Every 3 minutes there is a loud whoosing sound that takes all the attention on the road, a car passing by. And as I type away, I fear if my keyboard is gonna wake up a sweet little girl who gave me place to stay and is sleeping in a room beside me. Im here in purude and my first words say I want some NOICE.

First words

I jus woke up to absolute silence. Took a few steps to the window near me and a see green, lots of it. I can listen to my own foot steps at home, a gruggling refridgarator and some little birds who jus woke up with me. Every 3 minutes there is a loud wooshing sound that takes all the attention on the road, a car passing by. And as I type away, I fear if my keyboard is gonna wake up a sweet little girl who gave me place to stay and is sleeping in a room beside me. Im here in purude and my first words say I want some NOISE.

Making new bonds, forgetting et al

I am not for lavish weddings, I cant stand the flamboyance there. I still stick to it. I could argue, scream and fight about the money spent at it. I could stand upside down and protest against the wastage that happens. Plastic, clothes, food, water, power , MONEY! I can go on. The reason i cant get out of this topic is that its happening all around me and am not able to escape all the thoughts it kindles. Especially after having witnessed one so closely. I thought weddings are just plain waste of a lot of things and nothing more. I would change a little at that now.

The occasion sure causes a lot of unnecessary expenditure and uninhibited wastage of things for which you would have no control(when i say this i stick to a typical, traditional, family & friends type wedding) , but there really couldn't be a better occasion to meet new people and connect with the old ones.
Meeting long and literally lost relatives. School friends whom you see unbelievably changed. A congregation where you are immersed in a sea of known unknown people, when you just don't go into reality of the relationship and nod and smile to every human around. A lot of whom you sure wouldn't meet for a good ten years to come and the instant thing to reconnect would be "Aah! i met you at her wedding." Its an event that etches different memories for each one of them there and it sure is a family affair!

Now what do i say is the best part of it?

The beautiful 'Uunjal' songs that we get to hear mostly only then? The fact that you experience meanings to words that you just heard and read till now? The one time that you get to look beautiful whatsoever? That everything on that day boils down to the one moment you wait for, no matter how much you knew its coming and however long the boy and girl knew each other? Or the reality that however planned you are or you decide to be, you are sure to mess up things on that day and it doesn't even dawn on you at the moment!A moment long after the when you hit yourselves saying you are relatives now?

Or just that one emotion that brings in both laughter and tears, when things just stall and resume, when you are uncontrollably happy and giggling while the nadaswaram takes over with that mellifluous tune i love!

The Pros definitely did take over the Cons. Or may be there is a way to work around both. To keep all the good things there and still make a wedding that is so worth it, where people care about what they are doing, where they are spending and say a big NO to wastage of any sort.
There sure is a scope for something like that. When we find a balance where we dont contribute to flamboyance and still live the tradition that is beautiful and is so worth preserving!

All that I wanted!

Three hugs and kisses to follow. Three people and a wonderful morning. A beautiful big cake from two idiots, far apart now. Lots of love and nothing more than that can make a birthday amazingly beautiful.

A glance, a smile.

There were more than ten things running in her mind, she was walking back home after another boring day. she wore the long frown, that has got on her for a few days now. A few steps down the road and she feel little droplets on her shoulders and sensed the fragrance of the mud, the typical smell of first rains. She pulled her hairband off and continued to walk at her usual pace unmindful of the drizzle - frowning, tired and irritated. she walked across the road and took left to the main road. The yellow street lights, the green cover on both sides of the road and the unusually calm surroundings made the road look scenic and pleasant. A dark figure walking towards her on the same side caught her attention. She watched on with her eyes fixed till the image became clearer. He was tall, he had his i-pod, track-pants and sneakers on and was sweating. She couldn't quite help the full attention that she gave, not her usual self. She liked the fresh young and cool look. He went past her without a blink, without a grin. He took the turn that she just came by. Seconds later, she turned back to get a last glance and he turned back too. It was dark for him to notice her smile. She smiled wide. She smiled all the way back home while the skies poured out and drenched her even more in happiness.