I am ......
a disobedient daughter
an unfaithful sister
an unlucky girlfriend
a shattered lover
a disloyal friend
a low-profile employee
a dishonest human
If I'm still alive.... it's because I don't have the guts to destroy a life which isworth so much better!!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
HAPPY DIWALI
It feels great to have decorated the house.
It feels great to have attended to a respectable number of guests at home.
It feels great to have treated the younger siblings at McDs and Dominos because this miser feels generous today.
It feels great to have pampered Pa like a child because his mood was off in the morning.
It feels great to have dressed up nicely today, wearing a suit I bought 2 years back, and got stitched a year back, and finally wearing it for the first time today. (Ofcourse, the fitting wasn't that great though)
It feels great to have a serious puja session in the evening, because the music was good.
But what I have felt best about are the facts that a muslim senior wished me, in office, and through an SMS and, that a christian auntie from the neighbourhood bakes a cake for us every Diwali.
I am not very fond of the fact that we have so many religions in our country, because this fact only contributes to more filth in the name of politics, and nothing more. We as Indians live more as humans than as a Hindu or a muslim or a christian in our day to day lives. Practicing our respective religion has become more of a personal issue than a cultural issue. But anyway, it felt great to have shared our celebrations with people who don't call themselves Hindus.
Festivals are one reason I majorly love my country for(no, not for the morals and all anymore). Not only because the country has given me the number and frequency of holidays in 1 year, no other country can, but also because no matter what religion or state or culture one belongs to, everyone has a right to celebrate so many festivals, just so many of them.
This brightness, these colors, this happiness, this spreaded light of little wicks across the horizon seems like such a heaven, no matter whatever the reason be, return of Ram - the king, Ram - the God, Ram - the perfect, or Ram - just another character in a story called Ramayan with his wife and brother, whether it's all for real, part of our very own history, or just a sacred story, whatever be the reason and it's source, i'm glad we have another day to celebrate in our lives, every year, another reason to smile, see everyone around us smile, and make genuine efforts to make others smile and all this, coming year after year after year, for generations.
It feels great to have attended to a respectable number of guests at home.
It feels great to have treated the younger siblings at McDs and Dominos because this miser feels generous today.
It feels great to have pampered Pa like a child because his mood was off in the morning.
It feels great to have dressed up nicely today, wearing a suit I bought 2 years back, and got stitched a year back, and finally wearing it for the first time today. (Ofcourse, the fitting wasn't that great though)
It feels great to have a serious puja session in the evening, because the music was good.
But what I have felt best about are the facts that a muslim senior wished me, in office, and through an SMS and, that a christian auntie from the neighbourhood bakes a cake for us every Diwali.
I am not very fond of the fact that we have so many religions in our country, because this fact only contributes to more filth in the name of politics, and nothing more. We as Indians live more as humans than as a Hindu or a muslim or a christian in our day to day lives. Practicing our respective religion has become more of a personal issue than a cultural issue. But anyway, it felt great to have shared our celebrations with people who don't call themselves Hindus.
Festivals are one reason I majorly love my country for(no, not for the morals and all anymore). Not only because the country has given me the number and frequency of holidays in 1 year, no other country can, but also because no matter what religion or state or culture one belongs to, everyone has a right to celebrate so many festivals, just so many of them.
This brightness, these colors, this happiness, this spreaded light of little wicks across the horizon seems like such a heaven, no matter whatever the reason be, return of Ram - the king, Ram - the God, Ram - the perfect, or Ram - just another character in a story called Ramayan with his wife and brother, whether it's all for real, part of our very own history, or just a sacred story, whatever be the reason and it's source, i'm glad we have another day to celebrate in our lives, every year, another reason to smile, see everyone around us smile, and make genuine efforts to make others smile and all this, coming year after year after year, for generations.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
GM to GN
Nothing unusual has happened today. Nothing majorly severe. No great cause of happiness. No deep haunting sorrows. No excitement. No monotony.
Yet I have an urge to write for I know I'll be more than glad to read this post when I have a different routine (or most expectedly, no routine at all) maybe around ten years down the line.
I woke up at around 8.30, with a million unavoidable elements in the world, existent and non existent, to disturb me sleeping. I have to confess that I am just not a morning person, however much I love mornings, their freshness and the healthiest of spirits one gets on waking up early in the morning.
I opened my eyes to the brightest of the ray of the sun, as the curtains were up in time. This so pushed me to wrap myself in the quilt again, but Mommy dearest is at the peak of her anger when I'm late.. and I witness this peak almost everyday. No, I'm not proud of this, but the strongest of the reasons have failed to empower my will power to wake up in time, if not even "early." Anyway, everyone was busy in their routine tasks when I woke up. Pa was going to take a bath and get ready for office. He still gave me a wide smile. I love people who forgive me with a smile :-) I love Pa.
Ma was busy in the kitchen, instructing the maid. New instructions everyday! The maid was very busy trying to catch up with Ma's fast hand at work. Ma wished me goodmorning as I entered the washroom.
The washroom deserves quite some details. The FM is on as we turn the light on. So, there was one of those peppy bollywood number playing on fm 98.3. I stared at the light grey, black and white rocks on the tiles, as I wait for the radio to start with a better number or else I change the station. Anyway.
I was then fresh enough to realize that I was quite late for office. I hurried up, ran to my room, raised my eye-brows on seeing bro almost falling down from my bed, all pillows on the floor, quilt under him, and he, shivering, sleeping, still. Ahhhh....
Anyway, I tried fetching for some good clothes that I have. Gosh, my wardrobe! There was a time I exemplified myself, on having the most maintained wardrobes in the house, to the younger siblings, and look at it now! Whatever! I wondered if I could find something that I had not worn in the last one week or something like that. But I wish I had a better memory. I excused myself from such a pain and rushed in the washroom with whatever I could grab.
The bath MUST be accompanied by the best of the songs. So, I can wait for the entire day for one good song on the radio. If I am lucky, I don't need to switch to much of the stations. Today, I switched to around 3-4 stations to get to one of the latest likes - from the movie "yuvraj ."
Ran out of the steaming washroom with wet feet. Ma laughed. The maid, not undersanding what the joke was, followed the laughter with the same. Everyday I wonder if the conditioner is finished or not. But today, again, I could squeeze out some more, comfortably. I ran to the sister's room for a moisturiser. The sister and I share these little things, half of them in her room, half of them in mine.
I picked my hand-bag up (the one that the bro bought and the one which matches wiht almost all my clothes) , drank a mug of milk(!!) and ran with the car keys. I heard Badima asking me slow down while I took the car out of the parking. I don't like the music when it reverses. It is an instrumental version of "words" but the instrument used is too loud and urrggghhhh. Also, it makes the weird people and not-so-weird people turn around to see who's car it is.
Anyway, I fixed the radio on it, and drove with pleasure, fast, not rash. I encountered a lot of traffic on the U-turn. The office is very close to my house, but the way to it is longer than the way back.
I reached office 10 min late. And that bit is allowed.
I wished the seniors a good morning. And they replied with a smile. I settle down, turn the computer on and wait for it to boot. I have a strange computer at my desk. It functions very slowly initially, say, for about an hour(!), and then the speed is great. At other desks, SAP was slow the entire day, but I had to lament about the speed only for the first hour. It didn't let mecomplain later. But yes, the forst hour needs too much of patience. And I do have it, I havn't broken the computer yet!! I only keep hitting it.
The lunch break is anytime after 1 pm. There are no fixed timings. There are very few people with whom I'd go to have lunch with. If they've already had it, I am happy having it alone, than let a moron accompany me. So, like many other days, I had my lunch alone today. The food was very good, unlike yesterday. The sweet served was gulab-jamun but I couldn't even finish it, the lunch was very heavy.
I feel like sleeping after lunch. But.............. but..................but!!! Well, the work storms in after around 4 pm. As if, we were all abso-bloody-lutely free before that. And the office timings increase, the work load gets more and more severe. Anyway, we somehow get to finish it around 7-8pm.
I reached home dead tired. Ma was cooking in the kitchen while I was shouting for food!! Pa cooled me down, and thought of a joke and when that didn't work, he got me started on what happened in office today. Everything was so damn usual that hardly did I have anything to narrate. So, I quietly waited for the dinner to get ready, and filled my mouth with something and something, secretly.
Then, when I have gained so much of energy, I bump into my siblings to have loads of fun. We're funny and damn entertaining when we're together. The bro comes late - at around 9.30-10 pm after his coaching for his exams. So, till that time, the sister and I chat a lot about fun stuff as she keeps her head down,staring at her books, pretending to study.
I have no clue as to what I keep doing till 11-12 but I just don't sleep before this time, till the time Badima doesn't switch the lights off and pretend sleeping. She's another one! Once, I've switched the tv off, she would stand up thinking of a hundered things to do. Then she would finally switch the lights off at around 2!!
So, 12-2 am is my official day-dreaming period. The time I think about my life, my work, the country, the country-men, the dirty politics, the pleasant weather, the past, the present and the future.
It's a dry routine that I have. But I atleast I don't have to think of ideas to kill time, atleast I'm somehow passing my time with smiles all over. I know I'm walking aimlessly at a path I don't know the destination of. I am not aware of it's directions, it's hurdles, it's smoothness, it's meaning. I hope I am able to find an aim in life very soon.
And I hope I can do something worth with my life, it's a precious thing that I have, I would certainly not like to waste it!!!!
I opened my eyes to the brightest of the ray of the sun, as the curtains were up in time. This so pushed me to wrap myself in the quilt again, but Mommy dearest is at the peak of her anger when I'm late.. and I witness this peak almost everyday. No, I'm not proud of this, but the strongest of the reasons have failed to empower my will power to wake up in time, if not even "early." Anyway, everyone was busy in their routine tasks when I woke up. Pa was going to take a bath and get ready for office. He still gave me a wide smile. I love people who forgive me with a smile :-) I love Pa.
Ma was busy in the kitchen, instructing the maid. New instructions everyday! The maid was very busy trying to catch up with Ma's fast hand at work. Ma wished me goodmorning as I entered the washroom.
The washroom deserves quite some details. The FM is on as we turn the light on. So, there was one of those peppy bollywood number playing on fm 98.3. I stared at the light grey, black and white rocks on the tiles, as I wait for the radio to start with a better number or else I change the station. Anyway.
I was then fresh enough to realize that I was quite late for office. I hurried up, ran to my room, raised my eye-brows on seeing bro almost falling down from my bed, all pillows on the floor, quilt under him, and he, shivering, sleeping, still. Ahhhh....
Anyway, I tried fetching for some good clothes that I have. Gosh, my wardrobe! There was a time I exemplified myself, on having the most maintained wardrobes in the house, to the younger siblings, and look at it now! Whatever! I wondered if I could find something that I had not worn in the last one week or something like that. But I wish I had a better memory. I excused myself from such a pain and rushed in the washroom with whatever I could grab.
The bath MUST be accompanied by the best of the songs. So, I can wait for the entire day for one good song on the radio. If I am lucky, I don't need to switch to much of the stations. Today, I switched to around 3-4 stations to get to one of the latest likes - from the movie "yuvraj ."
Ran out of the steaming washroom with wet feet. Ma laughed. The maid, not undersanding what the joke was, followed the laughter with the same. Everyday I wonder if the conditioner is finished or not. But today, again, I could squeeze out some more, comfortably. I ran to the sister's room for a moisturiser. The sister and I share these little things, half of them in her room, half of them in mine.
I picked my hand-bag up (the one that the bro bought and the one which matches wiht almost all my clothes) , drank a mug of milk(!!) and ran with the car keys. I heard Badima asking me slow down while I took the car out of the parking. I don't like the music when it reverses. It is an instrumental version of "words" but the instrument used is too loud and urrggghhhh. Also, it makes the weird people and not-so-weird people turn around to see who's car it is.
Anyway, I fixed the radio on it, and drove with pleasure, fast, not rash. I encountered a lot of traffic on the U-turn. The office is very close to my house, but the way to it is longer than the way back.
I reached office 10 min late. And that bit is allowed.
I wished the seniors a good morning. And they replied with a smile. I settle down, turn the computer on and wait for it to boot. I have a strange computer at my desk. It functions very slowly initially, say, for about an hour(!), and then the speed is great. At other desks, SAP was slow the entire day, but I had to lament about the speed only for the first hour. It didn't let mecomplain later. But yes, the forst hour needs too much of patience. And I do have it, I havn't broken the computer yet!! I only keep hitting it.
The lunch break is anytime after 1 pm. There are no fixed timings. There are very few people with whom I'd go to have lunch with. If they've already had it, I am happy having it alone, than let a moron accompany me. So, like many other days, I had my lunch alone today. The food was very good, unlike yesterday. The sweet served was gulab-jamun but I couldn't even finish it, the lunch was very heavy.
I feel like sleeping after lunch. But.............. but..................but!!! Well, the work storms in after around 4 pm. As if, we were all abso-bloody-lutely free before that. And the office timings increase, the work load gets more and more severe. Anyway, we somehow get to finish it around 7-8pm.
I reached home dead tired. Ma was cooking in the kitchen while I was shouting for food!! Pa cooled me down, and thought of a joke and when that didn't work, he got me started on what happened in office today. Everything was so damn usual that hardly did I have anything to narrate. So, I quietly waited for the dinner to get ready, and filled my mouth with something and something, secretly.
Then, when I have gained so much of energy, I bump into my siblings to have loads of fun. We're funny and damn entertaining when we're together. The bro comes late - at around 9.30-10 pm after his coaching for his exams. So, till that time, the sister and I chat a lot about fun stuff as she keeps her head down,staring at her books, pretending to study.
I have no clue as to what I keep doing till 11-12 but I just don't sleep before this time, till the time Badima doesn't switch the lights off and pretend sleeping. She's another one! Once, I've switched the tv off, she would stand up thinking of a hundered things to do. Then she would finally switch the lights off at around 2!!
So, 12-2 am is my official day-dreaming period. The time I think about my life, my work, the country, the country-men, the dirty politics, the pleasant weather, the past, the present and the future.
It's a dry routine that I have. But I atleast I don't have to think of ideas to kill time, atleast I'm somehow passing my time with smiles all over. I know I'm walking aimlessly at a path I don't know the destination of. I am not aware of it's directions, it's hurdles, it's smoothness, it's meaning. I hope I am able to find an aim in life very soon.
And I hope I can do something worth with my life, it's a precious thing that I have, I would certainly not like to waste it!!!!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Now that it's been almost a month that my brother's back home, I'm finally in a position to write things about him. Things that have changed, things that have not changed.
Well, he as a person has not changed a bit. It horrifies me to imagine how his room-mates must have tolerated his never-ending-walks in circles bloody all the time, his obsession for coffee shakes, his speed of words, his anger, his concern when the guilty pleasures cross the limit, etc etc etc.
There is always a patience test whenever we go to receive him at the airport. Every boy, bloody every boy of his age looks like him. Tall, dark and handsome(some of them) ;-) But this time, it was much more than just a mere patience test. It was a board exam. It was the day after the Delhi blasts and the airport seats had their day. No common man was permitted to step in - safety reasons, they say. And the whole crowd, with or without name boards was standing out. It was our bad luck that the wind didn't blow that day, and the stalls had melted ice creams and coffee-less coffees and limited packets of salted potato chips. Eager elderly ladies of the house brought the whole family to the airport half an hour before the scheduled time. They had their noses make huge clouds on the glass from where we could see passengers of the previous flight look at us like celebrities. It was undoubtedly interesting to be standing near that huge glass, listening to all sorts of comments almost each one in the crowd passed watching each passenger, but the entertainment graph fell drastically when I realized that all the mosquitoes in the world were having a ball party on top of our heads and it was uncomfortable imagining them having our blood as their feast that night. So I made my way out of the crowd, and found my father sitting on the bonnet of the first car in the parking lot, studying the other long and sleek cars parked there.
"Hi Pops, what doing here?", I asked him as I saw my sister coming towards us with a wide grin on her face, and the reason was realized on lowering my eye lids just a little - 3 packets of Lays and a cup of tomato soup in her hands. I love the fact that she's a foodie (I never told her this ever though) - she loves food...err... her type of food. Offering us the latest purchase was a formal courtesy, and we quite respected it. After she finished, we kept walking till we heard a shrilling voice announcing that his flight had arrived. The three of us entered the tired crowd, and our way till the glass again.
After not many bad guesses, we could finally picture our boy! BOY!! He looked neat - clean shaved, gelled hair, a brown T-shirt nicely tucked in a low-waist(just-about-to-fall) jeans, awesome heavy shoes (he's got a brilliant dressing sense, but I personally admire his taste for shoes the most) and the heaviest bags in the market on the trolly and a shoulder bag - huge enough to fit in his "lappy" as well. We ran towards the entrance, with what speeds, I tell you, and yeah, I hugged him first! A tight hug! He almost lifted me and the little sister with one hand each! Yo-biceps! Then the greetings and the hugs to the elders. I was more than glad that there weren't any tears this time. Everything becomes so uneasy otherwise. Anyway, a joyous event at the airport.
The driver humbly moved to the left seat, he knew the brother would drive. The elders were to come in the other car. Pa insists that the driver should drive while coming back from the airport. But this never happens. Even the driver knows this now. But what we all didn't know, was quite a surprise this time. It was - that the brother didn't drive rash! His speed was very much under control and his breaks weren't jerky. Good. We were sure of reaching home safely this time. Not that he's hurt us anytime before, just that we were never sure of this before!
Cake cutting ceremony followed by the gift distributing ceremony. The most recent of the events were the little sister's birthday and Ma's birthday, for which he didn't send gifts. The compensation was praise worthy. The little girl was gifted an enormous, beautifully packed fragrances and lotions from the Body Shop. And man, Ma's watch was the best of all his gifts. A brown, sleek, elite, expensive watch. Beautiful. He was but obviously most excited about the watch. Then, of course, the flood of chocolates( I love him!!) and a watch, a pair of shoes and fragrances for Pa. A puffed electric warmer for Badima, for her shoulders and neck. He says that buying a gift for Badima is the toughest job, and we can understand. My gift?? Well, as if he had bought one entire shop of garments, of ladies' tops rather. One full bag of tops of different sizes and beautiful colours and prints. And another bag full of fashion hand-bags, real smart ones. Honestly, I love his taste (though it's quite American) since the very time I realized that he's got a taste at all. Which one's whose, is still a debatable issue, because unlike all other normal sisters, we don't share clothes! Anyway, the fight is still on, and the brother is fed up, already!
We weren't expecting a rush the very next day of his coming back. He had to submit some forms to the DGCA, it was the due date. He also had to look for a coaching institute or a good renowned teacher for the exams that he'll now be preparing for. I also had a busy day and the little one had her school. So it had already started becoming routine days for all of us and I wasn't really liking this. I couldn't even get to spend much time with him. And it went like this for a week. A good god-damned week!!
A week later, everyone realized, that if not a big party, there needs to be some celebration. And then there was this very bright idea of dining at a 5-star hotel. The little one wore her birthday dress. Ma and Pa looked graceful. The best part of all this was, that even Badima agreed to accompany this time. Usually, it's hard to convince her to come along, when we're dining out. The place was great and the food was good, really.
And then I took out time from office to stay at home. I took a 3-day leave from office. The brother wasn't the reason, but we inevitably spent great amount of time with each other. We talked of a lot of things. And for a change, I intended to listen to him more than blabbing my endless tales.
He's still the same, the very same he was one year back. He keeps walking in circles, around the dining table, so much so, that Badima almost faints. He speaks so fast, that Pa sometimes asks him to stop, so that I can repeat. He messes the house so much, that I'm tired of cleaning my room now. I just don't do it anymore until he's asleep. I wonder if I do it just as a habit, because he wakes up before me and I see the room in a shape I don't leave it in before sleeping, sadly. He has a bad habit of interrupting in between while one speaks, in order to argue. This mostly happens when he's more than excited. And one good thing, is that he spends lavishly on his sisters.
The sisters are very possessive about him. And it's more than strange that in his presence, we almost compete for his favor. Both of us want him on her side, and the irony is that the sisters are never on the same side. This inevitably results in fights, the big ones. The stranger fact is that when the brother is not around, we discuss this issue amongst us, looking for a solution, because both of us realize this, but sadly, there seems to be none. Anyway, we're glad to have a sensible bro, who takes less interest in our fights, and more interest in stopping them, if not solving issues. Good enough, life moves on..
These days will never come back. I may have to go out of the city any day, whenever I fetch a better ob for myself, and the family is prepared already. Brother's job is such that once he is employed, he'd hardly ever sit at home. The youngest one anyway calls herself the "paraayaa dhann"(!!!) I want to make the most of THIS time we have. A healthy siblings' relationship, which I'd remember my entire life!!
:-)
Well, he as a person has not changed a bit. It horrifies me to imagine how his room-mates must have tolerated his never-ending-walks in circles bloody all the time, his obsession for coffee shakes, his speed of words, his anger, his concern when the guilty pleasures cross the limit, etc etc etc.
There is always a patience test whenever we go to receive him at the airport. Every boy, bloody every boy of his age looks like him. Tall, dark and handsome(some of them) ;-) But this time, it was much more than just a mere patience test. It was a board exam. It was the day after the Delhi blasts and the airport seats had their day. No common man was permitted to step in - safety reasons, they say. And the whole crowd, with or without name boards was standing out. It was our bad luck that the wind didn't blow that day, and the stalls had melted ice creams and coffee-less coffees and limited packets of salted potato chips. Eager elderly ladies of the house brought the whole family to the airport half an hour before the scheduled time. They had their noses make huge clouds on the glass from where we could see passengers of the previous flight look at us like celebrities. It was undoubtedly interesting to be standing near that huge glass, listening to all sorts of comments almost each one in the crowd passed watching each passenger, but the entertainment graph fell drastically when I realized that all the mosquitoes in the world were having a ball party on top of our heads and it was uncomfortable imagining them having our blood as their feast that night. So I made my way out of the crowd, and found my father sitting on the bonnet of the first car in the parking lot, studying the other long and sleek cars parked there.
"Hi Pops, what doing here?", I asked him as I saw my sister coming towards us with a wide grin on her face, and the reason was realized on lowering my eye lids just a little - 3 packets of Lays and a cup of tomato soup in her hands. I love the fact that she's a foodie (I never told her this ever though) - she loves food...err... her type of food. Offering us the latest purchase was a formal courtesy, and we quite respected it. After she finished, we kept walking till we heard a shrilling voice announcing that his flight had arrived. The three of us entered the tired crowd, and our way till the glass again.
After not many bad guesses, we could finally picture our boy! BOY!! He looked neat - clean shaved, gelled hair, a brown T-shirt nicely tucked in a low-waist(just-about-to-fall) jeans, awesome heavy shoes (he's got a brilliant dressing sense, but I personally admire his taste for shoes the most) and the heaviest bags in the market on the trolly and a shoulder bag - huge enough to fit in his "lappy" as well. We ran towards the entrance, with what speeds, I tell you, and yeah, I hugged him first! A tight hug! He almost lifted me and the little sister with one hand each! Yo-biceps! Then the greetings and the hugs to the elders. I was more than glad that there weren't any tears this time. Everything becomes so uneasy otherwise. Anyway, a joyous event at the airport.
The driver humbly moved to the left seat, he knew the brother would drive. The elders were to come in the other car. Pa insists that the driver should drive while coming back from the airport. But this never happens. Even the driver knows this now. But what we all didn't know, was quite a surprise this time. It was - that the brother didn't drive rash! His speed was very much under control and his breaks weren't jerky. Good. We were sure of reaching home safely this time. Not that he's hurt us anytime before, just that we were never sure of this before!
Cake cutting ceremony followed by the gift distributing ceremony. The most recent of the events were the little sister's birthday and Ma's birthday, for which he didn't send gifts. The compensation was praise worthy. The little girl was gifted an enormous, beautifully packed fragrances and lotions from the Body Shop. And man, Ma's watch was the best of all his gifts. A brown, sleek, elite, expensive watch. Beautiful. He was but obviously most excited about the watch. Then, of course, the flood of chocolates( I love him!!) and a watch, a pair of shoes and fragrances for Pa. A puffed electric warmer for Badima, for her shoulders and neck. He says that buying a gift for Badima is the toughest job, and we can understand. My gift?? Well, as if he had bought one entire shop of garments, of ladies' tops rather. One full bag of tops of different sizes and beautiful colours and prints. And another bag full of fashion hand-bags, real smart ones. Honestly, I love his taste (though it's quite American) since the very time I realized that he's got a taste at all. Which one's whose, is still a debatable issue, because unlike all other normal sisters, we don't share clothes! Anyway, the fight is still on, and the brother is fed up, already!
We weren't expecting a rush the very next day of his coming back. He had to submit some forms to the DGCA, it was the due date. He also had to look for a coaching institute or a good renowned teacher for the exams that he'll now be preparing for. I also had a busy day and the little one had her school. So it had already started becoming routine days for all of us and I wasn't really liking this. I couldn't even get to spend much time with him. And it went like this for a week. A good god-damned week!!
A week later, everyone realized, that if not a big party, there needs to be some celebration. And then there was this very bright idea of dining at a 5-star hotel. The little one wore her birthday dress. Ma and Pa looked graceful. The best part of all this was, that even Badima agreed to accompany this time. Usually, it's hard to convince her to come along, when we're dining out. The place was great and the food was good, really.
And then I took out time from office to stay at home. I took a 3-day leave from office. The brother wasn't the reason, but we inevitably spent great amount of time with each other. We talked of a lot of things. And for a change, I intended to listen to him more than blabbing my endless tales.
He's still the same, the very same he was one year back. He keeps walking in circles, around the dining table, so much so, that Badima almost faints. He speaks so fast, that Pa sometimes asks him to stop, so that I can repeat. He messes the house so much, that I'm tired of cleaning my room now. I just don't do it anymore until he's asleep. I wonder if I do it just as a habit, because he wakes up before me and I see the room in a shape I don't leave it in before sleeping, sadly. He has a bad habit of interrupting in between while one speaks, in order to argue. This mostly happens when he's more than excited. And one good thing, is that he spends lavishly on his sisters.
The sisters are very possessive about him. And it's more than strange that in his presence, we almost compete for his favor. Both of us want him on her side, and the irony is that the sisters are never on the same side. This inevitably results in fights, the big ones. The stranger fact is that when the brother is not around, we discuss this issue amongst us, looking for a solution, because both of us realize this, but sadly, there seems to be none. Anyway, we're glad to have a sensible bro, who takes less interest in our fights, and more interest in stopping them, if not solving issues. Good enough, life moves on..
These days will never come back. I may have to go out of the city any day, whenever I fetch a better ob for myself, and the family is prepared already. Brother's job is such that once he is employed, he'd hardly ever sit at home. The youngest one anyway calls herself the "paraayaa dhann"(!!!) I want to make the most of THIS time we have. A healthy siblings' relationship, which I'd remember my entire life!!
:-)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Talk of records???
TODAY is the day, I broke all my previous records.
Last night, slept at 8 p.m. (!!) and got up at 7 this morning!
If this is not enough, I dozed off after breakfast again, and woke up at 12!!
All this, and I'm expected to to off to sleep before 11 today because I have a busy day tomorrow!
Goodnight!! (zzzzzzzzzzzzz...........)
Last night, slept at 8 p.m. (!!) and got up at 7 this morning!
If this is not enough, I dozed off after breakfast again, and woke up at 12!!
All this, and I'm expected to to off to sleep before 11 today because I have a busy day tomorrow!
Goodnight!! (zzzzzzzzzzzzz...........)
Monday, September 8, 2008
My First Day in my "OFFICE"
eeeeeeeeeeeeee.......
It feels BIG!!!
Though well, I did nothing
just some random stares and mere observations
I was introduced to everyone with obliged considerations
all I did was pass a smile, at every eye contact
I saw all others busy with their usual work attack
I kept sitting by my senior's desk, watch him make the SAP profiles
and saw others digging endlessly into the piles of files
The AC in the room was very strong
my thin casual attire seemed just so wrong
I pledged to abide by the formal dress code
With all the pleasantness that everyone showed
the work has not begun, there is no pressure
but for how long can they spare a fresher?
But yeah boys!! I'm all armed..
I see the battlefield not so alarmed
on seeing such a prepared warrior
the army ignorant, busy, darned
Amongst the tall shadowing tress, I feel like a little twig
But after a dependent, teenage boring life, Oh my Godzziii.... it feels so BIG!!!
It feels BIG!!!
Though well, I did nothing
just some random stares and mere observations
I was introduced to everyone with obliged considerations
all I did was pass a smile, at every eye contact
I saw all others busy with their usual work attack
I kept sitting by my senior's desk, watch him make the SAP profiles
and saw others digging endlessly into the piles of files
The AC in the room was very strong
my thin casual attire seemed just so wrong
I pledged to abide by the formal dress code
With all the pleasantness that everyone showed
the work has not begun, there is no pressure
but for how long can they spare a fresher?
But yeah boys!! I'm all armed..
I see the battlefield not so alarmed
on seeing such a prepared warrior
the army ignorant, busy, darned
Amongst the tall shadowing tress, I feel like a little twig
But after a dependent, teenage boring life, Oh my Godzziii.... it feels so BIG!!!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Will remember this day...
FOR:
- My brother finishing his end-of-course flight in the U.S. of A. He's been scheduled for his final check-ride now! He'll be back very very sooon!!
- I've been selected in Sony India Pvt. Ltd. !!! The junior most post of an engineer with not-so-fascinating salary package.. but I'm happy for the brand name.. Sony!!
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