Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Those Drops…

Every time it rains, I am unknowingly pulled towards the window. I keep staring vacuously at the drizzling drops. I am mesmerized by the every drop that falls on the leaves, making them dance to an unknown tune. The flickering leaves tickle my heart, making my heart beat to the same melody--melody of the falling drops.


Slowly with the falling rain a small puddle of emotions is formed somewhere in a corner of my heart. As I see the rain drops sliding over the window and fall down, a ripple is created in the puddle within. Soon there is mist on the window. The drops slide over the glass, cutting through the mist, revealing the beauty of the rain falling outside. Unknowingly I try to stop that drop sliding over the window. But it takes it own coarse. A drop within also slides over my misty heart revealing the beauty of memories and the nostalgia.

I look outside… the same street, the same trees, the same mountains, the same streams all look so new and fresh. I look within… the same old memories have become fresh again…the nostalgia of the same old days brings a new joy…

I take a sip of tea to pamper my body with warmth. And suddenly a memory brings a warm tear in my eye…which pampers my heart.

I often wonder what does the rain tries to sneak-in under all these showers and thunders? But every year just before I realize what the rains have sneaked in to my life…I am nostalgic once again staring at those drops, drops on the window and drops rolling from my cheak on to my hand.

Friday, April 9, 2010

A Bottled Tsunami...Rok sako to rok lo...

Like any other day, even on that day the environment in my office was geeky and worky and a little dull;  appraisals were due from long. Pissed off with bugs, releases, and document updates, folks were beating their keyboards mercilessly- tap-tap-tap-tap... Smiles and laughter were just limited to chats... "ha ha" .. "lol" and "ROTFL".

Amongst the thumping of the keyboards and buzzing of the AC, I suddenly heard a trolley.... puieck....puieck.... kich...kich....A man in blue was pushing this trolley and was accompanied with a tall, handsome, and neatly dressed gentleman. He was carrying a pad and was distributing some golden color object. What was it...? I tried to strain my eye... does it look like a bottle... Everyone stood up in their cubes. Those men were under spotlight... On the dark floor these two were under the spotlight of hope and suspicion.... (weird isn't it...facility guys never got so much attention?) The closer they came to my cube, my doubt was converting into a terrifying truth.... Yes! It was it! ... it was it... a golden color SOOGO 500 ml cool bottle.

Yes! it was the day, when we lost the comfort of water being served at our desk...I was feeling as if monsoon has ditched India... and now what should be done... Should we dig the grounds? No we will land up in the parking... then where do we go... A question which had puzzled and troubled every one.

Ideas that erupted that day were mind blowing... we had great plans, they could even solve water problems of the entire globe. The ideas were simple as having live streams flowing through passages between cubes. Amazing, the water in the "Golden color SOOGO 500 ml cool bottle" is over, bend down dip it in the stream... and enjoy fresh mineral water. I mean we had awesome landscaping ideas with waterfalls and damns and reservoirs. "And now that's what I call an office", "Chumeshwari idea", and "Stupendo... something something....

Some idea's were very eco friendly. Just the way we supply water to hens in a poultry farm through those drip irrigation pipes. Similar pipes could be run through all the cubes, with a tap connected in each cube. Awesome, isn't it.... I liked the hand pump suggestion.... outstandingly brilliant idea.

Boss, but how much possessive can one become about his/her new bottle...pictures were clicked with bottle, team snaps, solo possess... and what not....It was a riot ... absolute riot...It was a tsunami that had erupted in the bottles. Even the VP could not resist himself from getting this discussion in his quarterly meeting.

The noise these discussions created, reminded me of a peacock dancing in the rain.... thar-thar-thar...thar-thar-thar...Well, the atmosphere had lightened up once again... after all the news of lay offs, it was a nice break.

The next day, accepting that all our BRILLIANT ideas were rejected, water coolers were installed in the canteen. Girls carrying bottles to the canteen, reminded me of a famous Hindi song, "Panghat par Radhika naache re". Thankfully, there are no quarrels near the water cooler, the way they happen in Mumbai and Pune chawls.... "arre eee.... bla bla bla".

Now we all meet at least twice in a day, near the water cooler... At one time, some us were hardly seen out of our cubes... now we all know who is there in our project and on this floor.

The entry of Saturn, the ruling planet of water bearer Aquarius in our kundli, has changed our life to certain extent... too much na now.... it is a fact but... you never know what can change your life and when...

Canteen is now known as Bavdi, Kua, and, Ghat. These places are normally seen with matkas... in our case bottles....

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Summer Shorts :)

Wow, finally I went shopping for another pair of shorts....thanks to Fatso, aka. my wife, aka. Nehi. OK! I paid for it. A nice blue checked short with a fancy blue belt. Something what I love the most about summers, I can wear shorts everywhere and anywhere.

I mean come on people, in the scorching heat of summers, to enjoy that rare cool breeze, you have to be in your shorts. Just imagine, you are riding your bike in the late afternoon hours. Everyone around you is complaining about the summer heat, but you are all chilled out because of your super cool shorts. BRING IT ON BABY!!!

No pleasure can beat the pleasure of wearing shorts to office. It's Friday... (wow! I can't wait for it) and you are in your ... in your .... in your... shorts.... wow... How many heads turn around, hoping ahhhh wish they would have also worn... And girls ... you can make them more J :P...

Yeah...mom gets little fussy about shorts at times, I mean she gets embarrased if I am walking with her in shorts. Come on maa, just that I have grown up (?) it doesn't mean that I can not wear shorts. Come on maa...chill... And stop making fun of my shorts in front of my friends... even they wear... shorter then mine... girls also...

I am obsessed ... oh yes I am obsessed with my shorts.... my summer shorts....