I think I understand what pride is...
My brother's facebook account..
makes me download all his photos and view them everyday
makes me go over his each and every comment atleast twice
makes me recount to my friends his comments more than thrice
makes me miss him more and love him forever...
makes me say "I am so lucky to have him as my brother"...
Now I know, that I understand what pride is...
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Diary tales - I
Long time, no blog?
Mumbai is beautiful. I'd stayed there only for 6 months, but still, it felt good, it felt as if I am at home. It was her, who made it so beautiful. Deeksha came, and her vivacious aura spread like a sweet fragrance all around, impacting people including me. She always laughes whole heartedly and she understands everyone so well, my god, it was something that really left me awe-struck. I never imagined myself getting along with people (it still feels a little scary), or to form bond with anyone.. but with deeksha it came very naturally. She made me a non-loner. Thank you ya. Though I still would like to be left alone for most of the time, i realised that I cant stay alone for a long while. She's always been a great friend and i know that she always will be. I will always miss being with her... she's right now in delhi... and I feel so proud of her that she's doing what she wanted to (Business analyst - in Evaluescence + part time Ph.D. - IPU). May you always be happy ladki...
I'd told deeksha before getting a call from my PM, that i have a bad feeling of being sent to pune. After all, the company was picking people out for projects on the basis of their location preference (last or second last). And my nightmare took birth in reality. After the training, i was sent to pune. I detested it. I did not like the location, i didnt like staying here, i felt very lonely, i felt that even my account doesnt need me, as the work given to me was something that never felt good... i felt very underestimated and this feeling kept growing (i was in 2 projects, and at that time, i'd wanted to be in the project that i am not currently in). But slowly, things changed, i saw how manipulative people can be, all the negative things started getting focussed and then i realised how lucky i am to be around people who are so sweet, so good. I realised my parents' worth, i realised how nicely i've been brought up by my parents, how composed they always have been, so caring. Slowly, I let myself go (thanks to my special friend, you'll always be in my heart kat), and it helped... started letting nice people get close to me.
Now I'd say that i am ok. Profession wise,its ok, though IT is something that I never wanted to be in (still dont do... will be out once i reach my saturation), INS domain is interesting, and DB2 really adds charm to it. So till i am ok with it, its ok. Personal life, is going great, with awesome family, awesome kat, deek and rest of the friends. :)
Mumbai is beautiful. I'd stayed there only for 6 months, but still, it felt good, it felt as if I am at home. It was her, who made it so beautiful. Deeksha came, and her vivacious aura spread like a sweet fragrance all around, impacting people including me. She always laughes whole heartedly and she understands everyone so well, my god, it was something that really left me awe-struck. I never imagined myself getting along with people (it still feels a little scary), or to form bond with anyone.. but with deeksha it came very naturally. She made me a non-loner. Thank you ya. Though I still would like to be left alone for most of the time, i realised that I cant stay alone for a long while. She's always been a great friend and i know that she always will be. I will always miss being with her... she's right now in delhi... and I feel so proud of her that she's doing what she wanted to (Business analyst - in Evaluescence + part time Ph.D. - IPU). May you always be happy ladki...
I'd told deeksha before getting a call from my PM, that i have a bad feeling of being sent to pune. After all, the company was picking people out for projects on the basis of their location preference (last or second last). And my nightmare took birth in reality. After the training, i was sent to pune. I detested it. I did not like the location, i didnt like staying here, i felt very lonely, i felt that even my account doesnt need me, as the work given to me was something that never felt good... i felt very underestimated and this feeling kept growing (i was in 2 projects, and at that time, i'd wanted to be in the project that i am not currently in). But slowly, things changed, i saw how manipulative people can be, all the negative things started getting focussed and then i realised how lucky i am to be around people who are so sweet, so good. I realised my parents' worth, i realised how nicely i've been brought up by my parents, how composed they always have been, so caring. Slowly, I let myself go (thanks to my special friend, you'll always be in my heart kat), and it helped... started letting nice people get close to me.
Now I'd say that i am ok. Profession wise,its ok, though IT is something that I never wanted to be in (still dont do... will be out once i reach my saturation), INS domain is interesting, and DB2 really adds charm to it. So till i am ok with it, its ok. Personal life, is going great, with awesome family, awesome kat, deek and rest of the friends. :)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Smiles
The worst part of going out with a group of friends is knowing that its a futile attempt to smile, being absolutely sure that they can see the hurt inside.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Time-less
Times pass on by
Reminding us that we can cry
Making others go 'Oh My!'
And leaving us with a glass wine
The phone had rung, i wish it would ring
The entrapped sweetness of the past, we could never bring
I think I heard something, i wish its a tring tring
For, even as the 'times pass on by', the old memories always cling.
Reminding us that we can cry
Making others go 'Oh My!'
And leaving us with a glass wine
The phone had rung, i wish it would ring
The entrapped sweetness of the past, we could never bring
I think I heard something, i wish its a tring tring
For, even as the 'times pass on by', the old memories always cling.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Early signs of AD!
Instance 1
Ket: Have you been to Hyderabad?
Ti: Nope.
Ket (no no shake on his face)
Ti: My relatives don't stay there, that's why. Anyways, what else is there apart from Charminar?!
Ket: Why! There is Ramoji Film City...
Ti (interrupting and having recalled): Oh yeah, I've been there to hyd.
Instance 2
Avi: This is that old top of yours right?
Ti: Oh yeah, my 10th class ka
Avi: But you'd said 8th.
Ti: Oh, did I? I've forgotten when this was taken.
Instance 3
Ti doesn't remember!
P.S. : AD is not Anno Domini
Ket: Have you been to Hyderabad?
Ti: Nope.
Ket (no no shake on his face)
Ti: My relatives don't stay there, that's why. Anyways, what else is there apart from Charminar?!
Ket: Why! There is Ramoji Film City...
Ti (interrupting and having recalled): Oh yeah, I've been there to hyd.
Instance 2
Avi: This is that old top of yours right?
Ti: Oh yeah, my 10th class ka
Avi: But you'd said 8th.
Ti: Oh, did I? I've forgotten when this was taken.
Instance 3
Ti doesn't remember!
P.S. : AD is not Anno Domini
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Smiles
The best part of going out with a group of friends but being with those who are just acquaintances (a part of the group) is that you can smile being absolutely sure that they can't see the hurt inside.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Unintended Comedy of...
And I find solace in writing out my mind. Bizarre and cranky are my thoughts and hence I do not even know what I am thinking or if I am thinking at all. Seems like you need to feel strongly (at least feel, if not strongly) about something to have views, to have something to put in words, to have thoughts... And I am thoughtless and I find solace in being (writing) out of my mind.
Off late I've been keeping mum, being a disgrace to my own self for being thoughts-constipated (btw that's not the only place where constipation has made its home). Now one would be tempted to ask why being silent is a matter of disgrace. Because:
It's a constant reminder of the fact that I am thoughtless and hence quiet. So quiet that I've forgotten what being me is like. I've forgotten what I have been passionate about all my life. I've forgotten how it used to feel to laugh and to cry. Not that I don't laugh or cry, just that the feel accompanying them, though not fake, is not too much with feelings either. I am being a disgrace to my own self and am keeping mum about it.
People say that I am sweet. They say maybe because I keep mum. Or maybe cuz I really am. I am so sweet that I go unnoticed in crowd. I am so sweet that I don't say anything bad about any(thing/one) because I am thoughtless (but i do say bad). I am so sweet that houseflies s(h)it on me. No wonder because of the last reason, people say that I am sweet.
Off late I've been keeping mum, being a disgrace to my own self for being thoughts-constipated (btw that's not the only place where constipation has made its home). Now one would be tempted to ask why being silent is a matter of disgrace. Because:
It's a constant reminder of the fact that I am thoughtless and hence quiet. So quiet that I've forgotten what being me is like. I've forgotten what I have been passionate about all my life. I've forgotten how it used to feel to laugh and to cry. Not that I don't laugh or cry, just that the feel accompanying them, though not fake, is not too much with feelings either. I am being a disgrace to my own self and am keeping mum about it.
People say that I am sweet. They say maybe because I keep mum. Or maybe cuz I really am. I am so sweet that I go unnoticed in crowd. I am so sweet that I don't say anything bad about any(thing/one) because I am thoughtless (but i do say bad). I am so sweet that houseflies s(h)it on me. No wonder because of the last reason, people say that I am sweet.
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