Sometime we never realize how god gifts us. Few minutes’ back I was thinking about my life and work for last couple of days and realized god gave me few good friends in last bareilly trip. I met Shendy and realized how nice and helpful a person can be. Knowing him is a pleasure. He works with me and now we are working on couple of assignments together. Well just one interest I showed in one of the event for the sake of humanity and this guy has started pulling me and other members in other events as well. I had lost interest in such things and was living quite a dull life for past few months but this guy has started revising it in his way.
I realized that god send his people to take us out of our depression and boredom. Shendy as we all christened him…has a passion for photography and one must see his collection. I too have inclination towards the same but his passion can not b compared…We know each others life in bits and pieces. I remember one day he casually came to my seat and we started talking on different topics and people. And then we happened to share each others personal life. He told me about his beloved and I feel good to have his beloved as my friend these days. She is so pretty and nice natured girl. They are getting married in Jan…so lot of things in his mind. One thing I liked about this guy is he admits his mistake. Not many people do that.
Today I was supposed to sit with him for an assignment @4.00 and was badly stuck with my own packing work but this guy did not complain..i went upstairs to apologize but he took it so lightly and joked…
Some people really add a lot in your life and this guy is one of them. I can see the changes he has brought in me.. He has diverted my mind from work to fun@work...
Just wanted to say thanks to him and god...he doesn’t read my blog but this is the least I can do for a SNDF (Sweet Nice Dumb Friend)…and that’s how I address him…
October 19, 2006
Festival time: Diwali/EID 2006
Everyone seems to be in festive mood for quite somedays. I too was quite slow in my work…I don’t know..wasnt as such enthusiastic about festival but generally was lazy all these days…Monday we are shifting to new Building and today had to pack all my files and work related things in a carton given by office ppl.
Today is Dhan-Teras…festival to buy some utensils/jwellery or household things…Yesterday someone in office suggested that all girls should wear ethnic and we all decided to wear Sarees today in office.
It was such a nice surprise for others in the office. Everyone was wondering as what made all these girls wear saree on a particular day. Some infact came and ask..”is anything special…”
“well obv. its festival time so everything is special “was what we replied.
Everyone was looking so pretty…But when we started packing our things we realized how difficult it was to carry ourself and work at the same time. May be we are not habitual of wearing these…the 5-Day-Casual attitude of our office has spoilt me atleast. I have stopped wearing salwar Kameez as well…the jeans comfort can not be ignore.
These days when I wear salwar kameez…colleagues comment “ Anything special today? Are u on fast..or some occasion at home?” No doubt Indian dresses are much more elegant, decent and have lot of varieties but still somehow I prefer western casual…
Tomorrow m gng to dads place for diwali. As such I don’t celebrate as I m too scared of crackers…so just lights…diyas and sweets will make my diwali. So next three days will be again of complete rest without internet connection and work.
Wish all my friends and well wishers a very happy and prosperous Diwali/EID. May this Diwali/EID bring happiness to everyone’s life…
Today is Dhan-Teras…festival to buy some utensils/jwellery or household things…Yesterday someone in office suggested that all girls should wear ethnic and we all decided to wear Sarees today in office.
It was such a nice surprise for others in the office. Everyone was wondering as what made all these girls wear saree on a particular day. Some infact came and ask..”is anything special…”
“well obv. its festival time so everything is special “was what we replied.
Everyone was looking so pretty…But when we started packing our things we realized how difficult it was to carry ourself and work at the same time. May be we are not habitual of wearing these…the 5-Day-Casual attitude of our office has spoilt me atleast. I have stopped wearing salwar Kameez as well…the jeans comfort can not be ignore.
These days when I wear salwar kameez…colleagues comment “ Anything special today? Are u on fast..or some occasion at home?” No doubt Indian dresses are much more elegant, decent and have lot of varieties but still somehow I prefer western casual…
Tomorrow m gng to dads place for diwali. As such I don’t celebrate as I m too scared of crackers…so just lights…diyas and sweets will make my diwali. So next three days will be again of complete rest without internet connection and work.
Wish all my friends and well wishers a very happy and prosperous Diwali/EID. May this Diwali/EID bring happiness to everyone’s life…
October 07, 2006
My brother’s twin sister: Raashi
It feels great to have your life printed. I mean records of what u did in past and those moments you enjoyed being yourself. There are so many incidents which get washed away from our memory with the passage of time. We slowly forget these moments and carry on with our life as if they didn’t exist.
The other day I was sitting with one of my friend telling him about the person I love most…my cute little brother. I was telling my friend how innocent my brother was and how naughty I was with him. Always teased him and made fun of him ..coz he was the only toy for me to experiment..he he…
I was in second grade and it was summer vacations for me. Whole day mom used to hold us from going out in hot sun and evening she wud let us play. We used to play with our neighbor’s kids…a gud gang of mixed age children. One fine day we two were sitting in the room painting a girl in a frock with crayons and we were filling red color in that frock. Bhai exclaimed “how pretty this frock looks with this color!!!!” yup…little we knew that he was a colorblind. When we finished the painting I realized that I too possessed a red color frock. I went to almirah and pulled it out and showed my brother..see its like this. Brother smiled and said u look gud in this…He looked confused with a whats-wrong expression when he saw my eyes twinkling.
Aunty opened the door and was surprised to see me at 4.00 instead of 6. She looked at me and called her daughters Hafisa- Nafisa. They both came running. We three were sitting and were planning to play that bell rang again. Hafisa went and opened the door. There stood a little gal. She was very pretty and wished us. Hafisa looked at me confusingly. I was taking a sip of Rooh-af-sa, and then I replied..ahhh she is my younger sis “Raashi”…Rishi’s identical twin. They were all shocked. She exactly resembled rishi. They asked me where was she all this while and wanted to know more. Aunty also came out of the kitchen wiping her sweat of neck from the duppata she was wearing. That was something strange for them that my mom dad had abandoned a baby gal. I then revealed that she was medically unfit and was allergic to new weathers and we cudnt afford to take her all the places keeping her health in mind. So my grandparents were looking after her and she visited us every summers. Aunty showered her love mixed-with-sympathy on her. Fed her like anything ignoring me completely. We played and returned back. Two days later Hafisa’s Mom came in the afternoon to see mom. Me and bhai were playing in the other room when mom called both of us. When we saw aunty our face turned white. Next question was but obvious “who is Raashi?”
Well mom she stays in village..rishis twin..why do u want to hide…mom looked at us in horror…monkeys was what she cud say…she threatened us and then my brother went inside calling Raashi’s name…and then Raashi appeared wearing the same red frock and did that sweet namaste and started giggling. And the best was she lifted her frock and said…look I wear a boy's brief… He was around 4 yrs old.
Then poor mom explained to aunty that it was nothing but a prank played by two of us. Next day another aunt came and she also wanted to see Raashi. Poor mom was tired of giving explanations to all neighbours that she never had twins. She then told dad abt the same and we both got royal scoldings. I guess after that my brother never dared to wear a frock….forget red..
Reason i m writing this post today is i missing him terribly...spoke to him couple of days back and found out that he was suffering from viral fever and a viral disease called Chickengunia which is being spread across nagpur and tamilnaadu. He has not disclosed it to mom dad and confided it to me. He is recovering now. I am missing him and feel like visiting him. I guess he needs me now...
The other day I was sitting with one of my friend telling him about the person I love most…my cute little brother. I was telling my friend how innocent my brother was and how naughty I was with him. Always teased him and made fun of him ..coz he was the only toy for me to experiment..he he…
I was in second grade and it was summer vacations for me. Whole day mom used to hold us from going out in hot sun and evening she wud let us play. We used to play with our neighbor’s kids…a gud gang of mixed age children. One fine day we two were sitting in the room painting a girl in a frock with crayons and we were filling red color in that frock. Bhai exclaimed “how pretty this frock looks with this color!!!!” yup…little we knew that he was a colorblind. When we finished the painting I realized that I too possessed a red color frock. I went to almirah and pulled it out and showed my brother..see its like this. Brother smiled and said u look gud in this…He looked confused with a whats-wrong expression when he saw my eyes twinkling.
Aunty opened the door and was surprised to see me at 4.00 instead of 6. She looked at me and called her daughters Hafisa- Nafisa. They both came running. We three were sitting and were planning to play that bell rang again. Hafisa went and opened the door. There stood a little gal. She was very pretty and wished us. Hafisa looked at me confusingly. I was taking a sip of Rooh-af-sa, and then I replied..ahhh she is my younger sis “Raashi”…Rishi’s identical twin. They were all shocked. She exactly resembled rishi. They asked me where was she all this while and wanted to know more. Aunty also came out of the kitchen wiping her sweat of neck from the duppata she was wearing. That was something strange for them that my mom dad had abandoned a baby gal. I then revealed that she was medically unfit and was allergic to new weathers and we cudnt afford to take her all the places keeping her health in mind. So my grandparents were looking after her and she visited us every summers. Aunty showered her love mixed-with-sympathy on her. Fed her like anything ignoring me completely. We played and returned back. Two days later Hafisa’s Mom came in the afternoon to see mom. Me and bhai were playing in the other room when mom called both of us. When we saw aunty our face turned white. Next question was but obvious “who is Raashi?”
Well mom she stays in village..rishis twin..why do u want to hide…mom looked at us in horror…monkeys was what she cud say…she threatened us and then my brother went inside calling Raashi’s name…and then Raashi appeared wearing the same red frock and did that sweet namaste and started giggling. And the best was she lifted her frock and said…look I wear a boy's brief… He was around 4 yrs old.
Then poor mom explained to aunty that it was nothing but a prank played by two of us. Next day another aunt came and she also wanted to see Raashi. Poor mom was tired of giving explanations to all neighbours that she never had twins. She then told dad abt the same and we both got royal scoldings. I guess after that my brother never dared to wear a frock….forget red..
Reason i m writing this post today is i missing him terribly...spoke to him couple of days back and found out that he was suffering from viral fever and a viral disease called Chickengunia which is being spread across nagpur and tamilnaadu. He has not disclosed it to mom dad and confided it to me. He is recovering now. I am missing him and feel like visiting him. I guess he needs me now...
October 06, 2006
Trip to Bareilly...
This one turned out to be exciting when it was least expected. We were supposed to start for Bareilly @5.00 in the evening from office and were carrying our stuff in the office. The Cab which we requested came late and we started at 10 in the nite from Noida.
we were 6 people in 2 cabs. 2 girls and 4 guys. All from different departments and different projects. I knew 2 of them and used to interact with them but other 3 were new to me. It was little awkward initially but soom we were comfotable with eachother. We stoped at one of the dhabas on our way and had nice food. Reached bareilly in the morning @6 and were quite tired. I was down with fever and my running nose was another pain. I kept lots of tissue paper from office just to support this idiotic nose.
We entered the army cant and finally 3 rooms were given to us. Me and Ekta were in one room. We hit the bed and soon were asleep. Others knocked our door @9.00 for breakast and then we reached officer mess and were late. Though they still served us but civilians are always seen as not punctual people and lazy ones and we proved it once again. After breakfast we started for our mission and reached the War Memorial Hostel where we met the kids. There are some 6 kids we sponsored and this time we had new responsibilities. We took their introduction and counselled them. Added new names in the merit list for more sponsorships. Evening we played with them.
After years i played basketball...it was nice...just that i broke my index finger of left hand. It swelled and m not able to bend it. Then we played badminton. Did lot of cycling with my colleague Don aka Saurabh. New name given to him in this trip as he itched us with this new movie "Don" dialogues.
In the nite all 6 of us went for a long walk in the cantt. We did cross the graveyard and it was quite horrible. I mean though i dont get scared but i must admit that the dead silence at 1 in the nite can take anyones life and the unconstructed road which we took which was covered by trees was worth crossing and getting a cute heart attack. Mohit did challenge me for getting inside..but guess they were scared than me...we came back at 2.00 and hit the bed...legs were paining as after a long time we walked for some 5 kms that too after a tiring day.
Next morning we visited the hostel and did rest of our work. Ate our lunch with the hostel kids. The best kid and favorite kid was a boy called Arun..he is in 8th grade and we cud see the fire in him...the spirit of doing something in life...the spirt of reaching his goal. A passion towards life. We all sat with him personally and felt the same. he lost his father in a firing which happened in jammu some 6-7 yrs back. His younger brother, Tarun was also there; must say he was the cutest boy of the hostel. We all pampered both of them. It was nice to be close to such children. We salute their fathers who sacrificed their lives for the nation.
Evening we started back @4.00 and reached Noida @12.00 midnite. My fever was gone in the fresh air and aftr playing games. So many snaps and so much of fun. This trip chnaged my mood. This trip made me forget my worries and I realised that there are people who are deprived and need our support. There is so much that we can do in this life and we just dont do...I am thakful to my organisation for considering me for this opportunity and letting me live another side of my life and my dreams.
Today i have memories of a trip which was made for a nobel cause. I have the moments captured and thanks to my colleague shirshendu whose passion is photography. He has clicked some amazing pics of those children.
The last person whose name i have not mentioned is Charan paji..Amazing person and quite a chilled out man. This trip brought me closer to these colleagues and they are very much part of my life now. We now know each others personal life and worries and share them whenever we get time to meet each other in office. This trip has given me new friends and new bonds.
Looking forward for more such meaningful trips of my life.
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