tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140132047343278532024-02-19T11:34:58.600+05:30EmpiricismDishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-16982247977425183682017-07-20T01:17:00.000+05:302017-07-20T22:09:47.074+05:30Moments<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">It's been 6 days without </span>Dwiref<span style="color: #222222;">. He was out of town, on his yet another business trip. </span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nandini used to feel lonely a lot earlier, with time she had learnt to enjoy the company of books and herself, along with her job that kept her busy mostly. </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">4 years of marriage and they have had several instances of distant arrangements, owning to work responsibilities. But both</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; text-align: left;"> were committed to their work equally and were equally respectful towards each other's work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">It was raining heavily in city since past 4 days. Nandini was sipping her green tea, sitting at her office desk. She looked outside the glass window and the weather took her by its beauty. This mesmerizing view lead her to Dwiref's thoughts and suddenly she remembered </span>his text <span style="color: #222222;">message that he'd sent few days back, while on his trip. It was an old ghazal he had shared with her. Something he happen to listen on his trip and found out soothing to his ears. She immediately searched across for that song and added it in her special play list named "</span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Parivash"</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">. He named her so, years back, on their very first date. It means beautiful like fairy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She was now listening to that song in loop. As if each and every word was coming from him..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><b>"Mere rashke qamar, tune pehli nazar, yu nazar se milayi maza aa gaya.."</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "geneva" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">(</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "geneva" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">O my envy of the moon, when your eyes met mine for the first time;</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "geneva" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"> it was wonderful.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She instantly recollected the very first moment her eyes met with Dwiref's, when they had known that they had become more than friends. Her heartbeats went up with amusement and music volume went higher with excitement! She didn't belong to the office or that chair any longer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With a blushing face and waiting eyes, she moved towards the calendar,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"4 more days to go", took a deep sigh, slowly moving her chair back towards the glass window.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">While she was looking outside, taking a ride down the memory lane, she noticed the lyrics.. It went like this..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><b>"Aaj sahrao main, ishq k gaon main, "baarishe" gir k aayi..maza aa gaya.."</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "geneva" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">(T</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "geneva" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">oday, in the deserts (of my heart), in the village of love, </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "geneva" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">there were heavy rains; it was wonderful.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She chuckled while making sure no body had noticed this whole transformation of hers. Whilst swaying her head slightly, she had a thought popped up, "<i>How amazing is that True Love for someone never dies..nor does the feeling..</i>" She was as eagerly waiting for Dwiref to return as she would have done years before and she was assertive that he was equally waiting to be home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This year January, me and my husband decided to have a different experience for a vacation; and that was how we had planned our first trek, </span><b style="font-family: inherit;">Trek to Kuari Pass </b><span style="font-family: inherit;">at an elevation of </span><b style="font-family: inherit;">~12500 feet</b><span style="font-family: inherit;">. It turned out to be amazing and thus the next one had to be an another trek to Himalayas.I am going to keep this very crisp with some beautiful images from the trek in between. So let's begin: </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Situated at an elevation of about <b>14280</b> <b>feet</b>, <b>Hampta</b> is one such trek that will give you all kinds of terrains in Himalayan valley. You get to see lush green & vast meadows, snow covered mountains, forests surrounded by huge trees, rocky paths, the beautiful <b>Chandratal</b> lake and the <b>Beas</b> and the <b>Chenab</b> rivers flowing all along the way. This is one of the most challenging but beautiful treks of Himachal Pradesh. If you are willing to cover the best parts of Himachal Pradesh and are ready to explore your limits, this is a must trek for you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Day 1</b>: Campsite at a really pleasant location, next to a flowing river and surrounded by beautiful mountains. Very manageable temperature in regular clothes.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Day 2</b>: Crossing of a river. You will have to remove your shoes. Temperature of the water is somewhere around 4-5 degrees. Again a beautiful campsite, i.e. Balu ka Ghera, </span>next to a flowing river and you would be closer to snow for the first time<span style="font-family: inherit;">. Our entire trek group went for a walk around and also kind of had a little picnic kinda fun on one of the mountains covered with hard snow. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Day 3</b>: Trek to Hampta Pass. The most rigorous & demanding day with stunning views. Snow covered mountains to be hiked. You climb around 2000 feet at once in a day and in the second half you will descend on rocky mountains (the toughest part of the trek) and you get to slide one of the mountains at the end for quicker descend. Also you will be given crampons to walk over the snow. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Day 4</b>: Crossing of a river with freezing cold (2 degrees) water. Crossing of a Glacier at steep angles - you can see the heavily flowing river downwards. Again you will have crampons for your support. If you are lucky, you will be taken to Chandratal lake via a 4 wheeler from your campsite, but w</span></span>e got stuck due to 2 sudden major landslides.<span style="font-family: inherit;">The campsite was a pretty famous destination of HP i.e. Spiti Valley. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Day 5</b>: For us, crossing of water flooded roads (due to the landslides and melting of glaciers). Rohtang Pass! And the trip back to Manali through the cloudy roads. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hampta Pass trek opens in the month of June and continues until September. During the initial days of June Chandratal lake is closed, however post mid June it's open to visitors. We did this trek in the last week of June and we could witness all sorts of landscapes. We were lucky with the weather, such that although it used to rain heavily during the night hours, during the day time of trekking it never rained enough to hinder our steps. Otherwise, I wonder how could we have descended on those rocky mountains avoiding falls. :O</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Our <b>last</b> trek was via <b>Trek The Himalayas</b> and it was a pleasant experience throughout. This time due to rigidness of the dates, we had to go with <b>Renok Adventures</b>. Although the trek was mesmerizing, their services turned out to be huge cause of disappointment throughout for many of us. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">So, I would personally not recommend going with <b>Renok</b> and instead you can go with TTH or India Hikes. For any details about Renok, please comment below or message me personally.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Now this is a very important thing to keep in mind, while packing and loading stuff for this trek. We made a mistake of over-carrying stuff that we dint need at all and which added to the burden on our shoulders at the same time caused us the constant space management issues - which is anyways one of the things you learn to plan, as you trek more and more. Hampta valley in last week of June is not that cold rather it is simply windy. So instead of carrying too many layers of warm clothing, make sure to carry wind cheaters + rain coats. The other very important thing which one should consider in this trek are the shoes that you are wearing. On most experienced people's recommendations who have been to Hampta and based on a lot of research done by my husband (Btw he is really good at it ;)), we'd bought <b>Quechua</b> <b>Forclaz 500 high</b> (cost - 6k) for this trek and they were totally-totally worth it. In fact the shoes proved out to be our biggest saviors on days involving more excursion. You have to step on rocky terrains and walk on river stones a lot of times during this trek. Your shoes will be your best friend in this trek and if you fail to carry good ones, be ready to walk in wet shoes and the weather won't be in a mood to let them get dried. So here's my quick must have list: </span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">A very good sunscreen (SPF 30 or more and make sure to reapply it every few hours). Please don't ignore this..Me, my husband and my brother - all 3 of us got tanned badly on the areas where we were a bit lazy and ignorant on regularly using the sunscreen. And as soon as we moved back to the city the skin started to flake. It was a slow procedure and meanwhile our skin looked quite grubby. People might wonder if you have gotten any disease or something. A good, high SPF sunscreen can save you from this embarrassment and keep your skin safe from sunburns or frostbites. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you are traveling via Mumbai like us, you can either take a flight until Chandigarh or Delhi and then take a state transport or private bus from that place until Manali. Personally, I would advise to take State Transport buses to reach Manali. First of all they have good AC Volvo buses plying on this route and secondly but most importantly, these buses are much more punctual and less prone to any end time license issues, unlike Private tour operators have, causing delay in reaching Manali. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hope this information helps you plan your trek better. My closing words would be - "<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><b><i>One cannot discover new oceans unless one has the courage to lose sight of the shore.</i></b></span>" Treks have turned out to be the life altering experiences for me, have evolved me into a better person and I suggest that one must try one trek in his/her lifetime for sure! India is much more beautiful than what we may know of and Himalayas are truly the paradise where you experience the nature at its best. </span><br />
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-87814591413123188082017-04-26T21:07:00.003+05:302017-04-26T21:07:33.032+05:30Perceptions - As we grow, we build more and more, should we?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We all know that our first teacher is our mother. When a
child is growing up, the difference between right and wrong is defined
by his mother and slowly by the other family members. The initial 1-5
years of upbringing are very crucial and this is the time when a child
learns the most and roots of those lessons are the deepest ones.</div>
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Every
couple is different and so is every human being. Scientifically you can
say that every pair of DNA makes a unique DNA.Every
quality which you think exists in your nature, and to which you
strongly stick to willingly or may be you are stuck with it unwillingly, has
some roots to your childhood observations of surroundings and to
some extend also your upbringing. A certain behavior is not developed
overnight, it takes years of repeated observations, analysis and
implementations in ones real life. If you think it is okay to lie once
in a while, it is because you have seen people doing it and getting away
with it. If you think it is okay to shout and be vocal about your
emotions or to just shut off the outside world, well that's because may be you were surrounded by such people.. To what
extend you engrave that habit decides whether it is going to do good or
harm to you! It could be your dearest family member or one of your best
neighborhood friend. The instinct starts building from there on. The
nature, habits and the <b>PERCEPTIONS </b>about things, people and how situational behaviors work around us. </div>
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Recently
over a coffee break one colleague of mine shared a very good example of
how people behave differently with different people, unknowingly making
a wrong choice for themselves. The first reason for me to start writing this blog post. Let me share it here with you, and for
me, you try giving it a thought, imagining yourself in that situation. </div>
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"Let's
say, you are having this huge, verbally ill fight with your
spouse..Your kid is sitting silently there watching this jingbang.
Suddenly your door bell rings, and it's your boss on the other side,
asking for some urgent work to be done. How do you behave??</div>
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Gave it a thought? </div>
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Well,
it's obvious, isn't it? You would behave as if nothing has happened.
Why?? Because your boss isn't the root cause of your anger and you are
supposed to maintain a good repo with him/her.</div>
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Mmm...Are you not supposed to maintain a healthy repo with your spouse, your kid??"</div>
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Well
that's a perception we generally have, that it is okay being moody as long as it is family. People even get off their work related frustrations at home more often, but to the
outside world they easily tend to put a
different face altogether. The
point here is, surprisingly we are not that worried about how people who
matter think about us, but we surely do worry about what a stranger
thinks. Such a plastic life we all are getting used to of. </div>
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That
kid sitting there, thinks it is okay to have fights. Tomorrow when
he/she grows up and has his own personal life, he might tend to do the
same. Now here, probably the other partner is not ready for this. All
he/she has seen is a peaceful and amicable communication between people, or may be a different approach to discuss things.
His/Her PERCEPTION says that shouting and fighting is unnatural..And that's how things start to change.</div>
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Not
just childhood but even the adulthood adds perceptions. It appears to
be a never ending process. The first source
of knowledge to any new exposure, is your strongest base for building a PERCEPTION in that area. Good
perceptions are GOOD but bad ones are very difficult to get away with
and they can hammer your relationships, career & YOU. </div>
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I
don't know what we can do about it. All of us come across different people, with their burdens of
different perceptions, which drive their
day to day decisions. Be it going for a small trip, starting a new
activity or taking a strategic decision, everyone has this thin layer of these 'set of
perceptions' based on which they lay their judgements, take calls, take
risks. And perceptions are not only limited to materialistic things, we
all have perceptions about people around us. Sometimes good ones and
sometimes bad ones. The good ones are the healthy ones, most of the
times, but the bad ones generally aren't.</div>
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So
as a parting note of this blog, I would request all of us to let go
off, of those negative perceptions you might be carrying about people around you,
about some societal norms, assumptions or habits , and let us give everyone
a fair new chance, at least once. Everyone & everything deserves a fair chance at life! Go for that trip you were really scare off, text that one friend of yours - you thought was really mean to you..try this new challenge, you thought you were going to fail at...just put an effort to at least re-verify that your perception towards someone or something is a reality or just something imaginary..Let tomorrow be a blank page, so that you can write a new story!</div>
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-7129873239639508612017-04-23T17:06:00.000+05:302017-04-23T18:49:01.699+05:30A trip to Singapore & Phuket<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was a well ahead planned trip and me and my husband gave enough time to filter options for must do things and must visit places. I would try to keep it short & crisp..Let's try. :)<br />
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Travel Dates : 23rd March - 3rd April 2016<br />
Covered Places : Singapore, Phuket (Thailand)<br />
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My brother-in-law & family stays at Singapore, so we rather left it on them to pick places for us to visit in the country & around. And to be honest that decision paid off well!<br />
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It needs around 7 days to cover major destinations of Singapore so we had addition 4 days and hence we chose to cover another one of the near by tourist destinations/countries and mark it as checked from our TODO list. After reading a lot of reviews, out of Krabi, Phuket, Bali & Malaysia we chose to cover Phuket, simply because of it's leisure lifestyle and beautiful islands.<br />
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Out of all the places we'd covered in Singapore & Phuket, following are the must visit places there. I am pasting links to my tripadvisor reviews here for your reference :<br />
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<a href="https://www.tripadvisor.in/members-citypage/Dishi_Jain/g294265" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">TripAdvisor - List of Must Visit Places in Singapore</a><br />
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For Phuket, Thailand, I am somehow unable to get a consolidated list, so here I am pasting individual links of the places to be or not to be covered :<br />
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<a href="https://www.tripadvisor.in/ShowUserReviews-g1152716-d553518-r361668601-James_Bond_Island-Ao_Phang_Nga_National_Park_Phang_Nga_Province.html" target="_blank">https://www.tripadvisor.in/ShowUserReviews-g1152716-d553518-r361668601-James_Bond_Island-Ao_Phang_Nga_National_Park_Phang_Nga_Province.html</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.tripadvisor.in/ShowUserReviews-g297930-d2454044-r361664997-Patong_Beach-Patong_Kathu_Phuket.html" target="_blank">https://www.tripadvisor.in/ShowUserReviews-g297930-d2454044-r361664997-Patong_Beach-Patong_Kathu_Phuket.html</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.tripadvisor.in/ShowUserReviews-g297927-d454889-r361670739-Phi_Phi_Islands-Krabi_Town_Krabi_Province.html" target="_blank">https://www.tripadvisor.in/ShowUserReviews-g297927-d454889-r361670739-Phi_Phi_Islands-Krabi_Town_Krabi_Province.html</a></div>
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-47923819647139276442015-11-23T19:22:00.005+05:302015-11-26T14:29:49.126+05:30Who Wins?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Rashmi said to Ravi in anger, "I will not accept to whatever nonsense you tell me.I will speak up my opinions too, and do whatever I want to do; I don't care what others think!"<br />
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Having been raised as pampered kids in the family, and having almost no chores to do around the house, both of them had developed the habit of sticking to their bare minimum work. Not that they were indolent, they both had good jobs in their hands and were making enough money for an affordable tension free life. Alas, they were two souls but one.<br />
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"What should I do? Should I let go? Why should I let go? Why can't he let go?" These random thoughts had been crossing Rashmi's mind a lot these days. Feminism had taken a toll on her personality. She was part of the era where women, their position in society, their roles and responsibilities were changing fast. She found it fascinating to be independent, and a part of this change, which society and media had chosen to be their favourite hyped topic. Feminism has been as spicy as terrorism. Both have victims & culprits, and who is who... you never know the complete picture!<br />
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Rashmi decided to take off from work and this disturbing life for a few days and stay at her Mom's place. She wanted to stay away from Ravi, for both of them to take some time to think where were they going wrong.<br />
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Ravi was equally disturbed. He never intentionally posted his opinions on Rashmi, but he had accepted that they both wanted the same thing, but sadly in different ways. Even after this last argument, he tried stopping her from leaving, but she was adamant.<br />
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"Hey there, my princess." said Rashmi's father who had come to pick her up at the airport.As soon as she heard his voice, she immediately forgot Ravi and all her worries.<br />
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Rashmi shouted from the entrance, "What's cooking, mom?"<br />
"It's your favourite Daal-Baati, as always" said Rashmi's mother as soon as she entered the corridor. Her mother hugged her tightly and kissed her on her forehead.<br />
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Slowly she took her inside the kitchen and whispered, "Is everything alright between you and Ravi? Why this sudden visit?" She looked tensed.<br />
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Rashmi, gasping as much air as she could in one go, taking a deep breath, said "What Ma, now don't act like a spy. Everything is fine. Ravi wanted to come, but due to some urgent meeting, he had to cancel the plan."<br />
"Okay, if your are saying, I will agree." - said her mother smiling.<br />
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Rashmi felt relieved.<br />
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"By the way, this is such a coincidence that you are here today. We have finalized a very nice match for our Priya and tomorrow itself we are planning to have their engagement. Now, even you will get to meet her. She was dying to see you."<br />
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"Oh my god Ma... that's such an icing on the cake! Priya did tell me some stuff about this whole chapter but oh, she dint tell me she said 'yes' to someone!" with frowned eyes Rashmi said.<br />
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"Beta, you know her na. She doesn't do anything without her parent's concern. May be Mama had told her to keep mum with this news, until everything was decided."<br />
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"Offo... why is she so fiercely obedient. Doesn't she have any say in anything?"<br />
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"Rashmi, you need to understand: she isn't a spoiled child like you are. It's all your father's fault, I wish you were more like her. Now this time, help me in serving the meal. You are no more a girl; you have to behave like a woman."<br />
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"Maa, don't talk to me like that again. Otherwise, I will never come home." Rashmi said getting annoyed and started to walk towards the dining area.<br />
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Right then, Rashmi's father entered from the corner of the kitchen and said, "Ohho! You both ladies have started again. Garima (Rashmi's mother), there is no one like my daughter. She isn't meant to work in the kitchen. She is an independent girl and I am her proud father. Now, let's have garma-garam Daal-Baati. I am really very hungry. HaHaHa"<br />
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It brought smile on Rashmi's face and she hugged her father for favouring her, cherishing this pampering she had been long missing.<br />
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<i><b>*Engagement Day* </b></i> <br />
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Because of the short notice, only the close relatives staying in town were invited. Ravi's absence was also taken as an obvious matter.<br />
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"I am soooo happy for you Priya! Oh my god you are looking so pretty!" Rashmi said this, hugging Priya tightly. Priya smiled gently.<br />
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"What's with that fake smile? Are you not happy, or what?" - Rashmi immediately caught Priya, her hands still on Priya's shoulders.<br />
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"No, it's nothing like that. But I am feeling numb. I do not know the guy completely, the family or anything more than their names and address. They seem nice people, they are very nice to Baba as well, but still..."<br />
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"What are you saying? Haven't you guys talked before?" Rashmi took her hands off Priya's shoulders in surprise.<br />
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"We have, like for some odd 10-15 minutes. Our horoscopes were matched and that's all about it." said Priya timidly.<br />
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"Really Priya! I always worried that you would make such a mistake. Why do you always have to blindly listen to everyone? Tell me honestly, do you like someone else? If you want, I can talk to Mama..."<br />
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"No, no, no..." interrupted Priya. "There is nothing like that."<br />
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She took a deep breath and continued "I think I need to calm down. I am sure everything is going to be okay. And moreover, this is what Baba wants. He has never denied me anything I have ever asked for. Now, this is my turn to respect his decision."<br />
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"What happens to your job? Have you talked about it?" asked Rashmi.<br />
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"Yes, don't worry about that. I will continue to work but may be not as rigorously as I currently do" said Priya managing her saree's pallu with her left hand.<br />
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"See, you are not happy!" said Rashmi.<br />
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"No, this is what I myself have chosen and no one is forcing me. And if we both felt I should, I would. But I should keep the possibilities in mind. It will be a new place with new people."<br />
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"Priya, you are talking like a typical old lady. We are living in 21st century. What about your own happiness?" Rashmi asked, trying to keep her anger in check.<br />
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Sensing her sister's concern towards her, Priya replied,"I know you love me and you are worried about me. But you have to trust me in this. I am a modern girl but my definition of happiness has been very simple, and with this big responsibility I don't want to take any chances.I want to complete my life-partner and not compete with him. One of us has to have work as the priority and the other one should have the home as the priority. Doesn't matter who prefers to pick what but I think that would give us the right balance and a happier life.What do you think? Don't you agree?"<br />
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"mmm..." nodded Rashmi, listening carefully.<br />
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Priya continued,"I know we hear all these things about gender equality nowadays. But, to me, it never struck that strong. If we are allowed to either be a housewife or a working-woman, why are men not given this option? Why is a man questioned when there is some monetary emergency? Rather, equality is a men-issue too. A man has to make equal compromises as a woman after marriage. Just that one of us has to let go and slowly time and love of the other person fills up the compromises. At least, that's what I feel when I see our parents living amicably."<br />
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Rashmi was quiet.<br />
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"Offo, see I started boring you with this 'butterflies in the stomach' thoughts. Of course, you know much better than me; you are already married to the love of your life. By the way, how is my loving Jiju doing, and Why is he not here?. Oh Rashmi, you're very lucky. I wish my better-half is just like Jiju."<br />
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Rashmi was stunned by Priya's clear thoughts. Why had they never struck her mind, like that before? She started missing Ravi immediately. It struck her today what Ma always meant when she asked her to be more like Priya.Her mother was not anti-feminine but she was an experienced wife, a mother and the lady behind their happy family.<br />
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All this while she thought Ravi had taken her for granted. But perhaps, it could have been the other way round. Ravi had, at least, kept trying to make things work. May be, he did not pamper Rashmi like her father did, but he fit perfectly in the definition of a loving and understanding husband. "There are some things which men and women cannot share. If a woman cannot share the social responsibilities and pressure of being a husband, how can a man share hers?" her feminine side questioned her.<br />
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"Hey, what happened? Did I say too much? I am sorry, I think I am still nervous." Priya shook Rashmi, who was staring at zero.<br />
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Rashmi quickly tried to divert her mind saying, "Oh dear god, you seem to have grown up so much. If I were a boy, I would surely marry you. Hahaha."<br />
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"And if I were a boy, I would never marry you. Hahaha!" Priya winked and continued,<br />
"You are such a stubborn sister of mine. For a second, I feared if you are going to run outside and say something stupid about this engagement." It was meant to be a pun but it pricked Rashmi like a needle.<br />
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As soon as the rituals of the engagement ceremony commenced, Priya's face started to glittered more and she looked calmer sitting by her fiance.<br />
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Priya was an average girl, every one's favorite in the family. She did not much excel in studies but the value system taught by her mother had always been on top of her mind. She used to help her father running his business, when ever he asked. She used to help her mother in routine household chores: everything that could have been handled if she wasn't willing to do, but she always insisted to. Rashmi always had felt this difference between them, but neither could she convince Priya to focus on studies more, nor could she convince herself to be homelier like her.<br />
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This time, somehow, they both were to experience similar phases of life. Soon Priya would be married too, and would continue her job just like Rashmi. Priya too always had opinions, but she preferred to win 'people' over 'arguments', unlike Rashmi. Certainly, their foundations were different.<br />
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Scattered Rashmi asked her inner self,<br />
"Who wins? I or She?<br />
With whom would anyone want to spend his entire life? Me or Her? .."<br />
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The ceremony was about to get over. Rashmi stepped on to the stage to pose for a photograph with the newly engaged couple. While she stood by Priya's side, Priya unexpectedly shouted out of nowhere,<br />
"Ravi Jiju..!!!"<br />
She amusingly turned to Rashmi and said, "You wanted to surprise me dint you..? I am so excited right now.."<br />
Rashmi was stunned, unable to move..<br />
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Rashmi took notice of Ravi's smiling face. He was walking towards the stage, towards her. Her eyes were locked with his eyes and her heart started to beat faster with joy. She was fumbling through her thoughts about what to speak to him...He stood next to her, keeping his hand on her shoulders. He pulled her a bit closer and whispered in her ear,<br />
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"I am sorry.."<br />
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Who Won??<br />
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-16317825756165355302015-03-04T08:57:00.001+05:302015-03-04T08:57:27.495+05:30Random #3<p dir="ltr">Albeit here exists the sound of doors shaking, air flowing, clock ticking... But it strikes the most to hear the silence echoing.. </p>
<p dir="ltr">#whatifeltafterenteringmyclosedhouseformonths <u>#missupapa</u></p>
Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-56033645276491315332015-02-11T18:15:00.003+05:302015-02-17T15:52:13.111+05:30Random #2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Don't be too blind about your opinions that, at the cost of getting others convinced, you are left alone with your opinion at the end."<br />
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~Dishi</div>
Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-46062845666419096962015-02-04T15:59:00.001+05:302015-02-06T17:53:24.449+05:30Witnessing the Change - Women Power !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Be with someone, who is proud to be with YOU. "<br />
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This line touched her. She is a woman right next door. She very easily let her family members laugh at her, her imperfections. She too laughs at those jokes then. That's fine at times! But off late, she has started to defend these imperfections on the back of feminism. Why should 'She' know it all? Why can't the imperfections be ignored while it is ideal to ignore imperfections of whom you love. Why is she reminded of what she does differently than other man or woman, in form of jokes...everyday jokes? Is it fine everyday? She is now suffering from identity crisis. Her imperfections and thus coming the innocence was the reason people used to like her. But right now, she does not want any more affection. She is just unable to handle the jokes anymore. Because when it is cracked everyday, it is criticism!<br />
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For thousands of years, continuously men has been given the importance in the society. Most of those who existed then did not think it was a big deal. But it is surprising to see women questioning the importance given to a woman today. Women themselves do not respect the things that they DO.<br />
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I am glad to see the change in point of view of the society. Women Power - Naari Shakti is rising. For those who get offended by this overdo of woman-power please note one thing - "Men are not being less respected and questioned...or whatever you think..It is women, who are being respected finally!" Long back I read an editorial in TOI, where the writer complained that because of the trending Indian Ads she is unable to look a good mother. Reasons are ample. Be it dishwasher, washing powder, MTR, baby care products, soaps, Bournvita etc etc everything is done by a Mother. While more prestigious stuffs like buying a car, 2 wheeler, taking a home loan and many more are done by Men. Her point was that her kids expect her to behave like those mothers shown in the television. Well how thoughtless, but they show both Men and Women when it comes to using the beauty products. Phewww!<br />
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Sometimes I feel that these ads and our thoughts are so old dated. People take pride by saying that they have changed with time, but for most of them it is more or less change in outer dressing and eating habits may be. Letting woman work is still a big deal, but not all families till date do that, and even if they do, she is expected to be equally pro in her household "duties". And yes, don't call yourself having given equal education to both your boy and girl child, if she cannot work afterwards if she wishes to..it was of no use to her, no use to the society! Break the shackles and divide the responsibilities equally and then question women if they are any less than a man!<br />
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Thanks to a few ads, my eyes go around the room noticing every one's gestures when they are aired. One of the Ariel ads shows 2 old women talking how their daughter-in-law earns more than their son and how times have changed for women now. While on the backside, guy asks his wife that "why hasn't she washed a particular shirt" making these 2 old ladies look at each other with disappointment and a gesture that says still there is a long way to go . Please share the link in comment section if you found this ad! Their expressions are priceless and make me wonder whether these changes in women would be welcomed, appreciated and accepted by male community or not! Well if not, then please define an ideal woman/wife/daughter for me once, I want to know precisely what do you expect from her? And I know that just like any other movement you pick from the history, this too will have it's own share of challenges, lessons and downsides! However this change is constant and unstoppable.<br />
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Thanks to Divya for this ad's link :)<br />
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Overall, good to be a part of the era where women are really speaking up! Two last quotes I would like to share to sum up this blog:<br />
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"I live my life on my own terms, they call me Rebellion - because I am a girl!"<br />
"If you are a true feminist, you wont be surprised to see a woman doing something grand!"<br />
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Hail Naari Shakti!<br />
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And yeah, be with someone who is proud to be with you!<br />
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~ Dishi<br />
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Note* I could be Feminine but I am not a Feminist. I respect all the men who truly have earned it.</div>
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She looked at me with a half hearted smile. She was trying to make me feel better unaware that her eyes were filled with visible tears. I could not sleep with peace that night.There were times when she used to poke me and my younger brother early mornings hard so that we wake up early to eat her cooked delicious breakfast and spend time with her. It never bothered earlier, because we knew Papa will be there to appreciate her cooking and give her company. We knew that she will keep herself busy serving him and waiting for us to wake up, knowing we too will fight for the last byte of the food served. But today morning it was different. I knew she is not busy. She is sick and she can't cook easily any more. Her hands are full of pain. She has nothing to keep herself busy, no one. And she will think of Papa, she will miss him. I woke up earlier than usual, to divert her mind, sit next to her as long as I am home. </div>
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-79317954906480113282014-12-31T10:46:00.000+05:302014-12-31T22:27:26.016+05:30Happy New Year 2015 !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book - Write a Good One :)<br />
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2014 was full of ups and downs, unlike the last 25 years! As you grow up, you experience, you evolve, you make perceptions, relationships, friends and all in all develop a personality with which people start to quote you!<br />
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Don't forget to make a new year resolution..may be unlike before you succeed this time (if you haven't yet)! We as humans do need reasons to push us forward for fresh starts, count and make this as one! Set goals, mould your perceptions, find time for your loved ones , travel as much as you can, give people a second chance, strengthen your relationships and lastly do not stop taking chances!<br />
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I still have a backlog of pending resolutions, and I am preparing to take one more chance..:)<br />
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Thanks to all the people who have read my blog posts and have inspired me to keep writing. I hope I evolve too year by year and get to share my experiences better, shorter ;)<br />
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The moment I entered Nirma campus, our graduation collage, my heart started beating faster. Going through a turbulence of emotions & memories attached to that place.</div>
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The watchman was brimming with smile, the moment he saw Harsh's 2006-bacth bus pass to allow us entry in the campus. We parked the car same place where Harsh used to keep his bike then. There were many student, some walking towards the bus stop, some on bike, some sitting in groups on those road-side benches, who were totally unaware of the fact that we were seeing our past in them. Well, there was a batch of students celebrating their Signature day and we suddenly realized that we should have worn our signed tees. :) To be honest I was smiling to the fullest my facial muscles allowed me without pain. Feeling younger at heart and filled with the deja vus of past as we walked ahead. We went to the NIT canteen first, the K-Block, recollecting food menu, those coupons we used to have, which are discontinued now BTW. It had same arrangement, almost same menu items with of course some new additions to it. There were a few infrastructural changes too regarding that Kalhupur Bank and fee office, but it still felt as much familiar as it used to be then. Moving towards the lake side, NIM campus, Law, Research centre, we observed many things were yet as they used to be and many things had changed in past 4.5 years. The campus area had expanded with additional blocks, canteens and play grounds. Few of them were under construction when we were studying and now completely operational.</div>
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B-213, the classroom which had lot, lot of memories from initial semesters. Harsh found his back bench and I found mine first bench. Recollecting some old memories there we moved ahead. We decided to check if our professors were available at the staff-room and guess who did we run into? KP agarwal sir. He recognized us..The best part was when Harsh shared his business card and he said, please both of you write your roll numbers on it :) We were a bit late and could not meet other faculties. Harsh was very eager to meet Anitha mam. One of the teachers on whom somehow Harsh had an impression of being a rigid student, because he would not take any wrong teachings :P So we decided to drop her a note of thanks, and we did! Crazy us :D Hoping to hear back from her! I am sure one of the lines in that note will force her to recollect who we were - i.e. "Yeah, we are married!" :P :D</div>
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The next thing in the plan was Vastrapur lake. My Surati group members had planned my Birthday cake cutting there once, so this place :) Disappointingly it was a challenge to find out a single soda shop here..what happened to Gujju people :O! Post this, as per the plan we met my younger brother staying in the town. After a round of family gossips, we had all time favourite Fafda-Jalebi and Sitafal shake..Had a peaceful walk along the newly developed river-front. One of my younger sister joined after her classes got over and then the last planned thing in his list was Manek Chauk. I had been there just once before with around 9-10 other friends, just because he could convince me to ;)<br />
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The entire day starting from the college till Manek Chauk was fun-filled. For once more, I could relive those moments! Though it was just two of us, most of my college memories were around him. I had lived 4 years in last 3 semesters, and believe me coming back was a real fun and a touchy experience. I never thought we could ever make it happen. It is not impossible but who thinks of planning an entire day for it! This day is truly an addition to the college memories.<br />
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Yet another day has passed. Looking at any random bill, photo, newspaper or anything dated, my first sight jumps to the Date, starting to think about the time then. Whether you were with us or it was just an another day after you had left us. If it is a date few days ahead of your last day with us, my heart would fill with self pity that I'd not even imagined then that you would leave us behind so suddenly.</div>
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I have started to smile, eat, sleep, work and live my life again. I cannot choose to cry each time I miss you, others might feel I am not strong enough. I am not supposed to be surrounded by people always, they might feel I am weak, your daughter is weak. I have to stand strong, at least I have to pretend to look like one. A small moment of joy will suddenly pinch me from within and remind me of your smile, your laughter and our good times. I do miss you when it comes to eating, you loved food. I wake up with your thoughts during mid-nights and look around if magically you would come to existence just for a while and talk to me, look at me, smile at me.. To be honest, work is the only way to push the time. I do not enjoy idleness any more. It makes me miss you; reminds me of your last moments of struggle at the hospital; makes me think hard of what would have crossed your mind then, your last thoughts, your last words, our last phone call and afterwards about Ma and somehow the time stops moving ahead. I still talk to you when no one is listening..Do you still listen to me ? can you? Is it possible? Is your soul around me?</div>
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Things are never going to be same again. The way I have started worrying about people close to me, is very different already. We will miss you in everything. There are many times yet to come, which are going to be totally incomplete without you..when I wanted to be happy seeing the glitter in your eyes, when I wanted you to stand next to me..who would make them special now..like you used to do? Your overprotective and overzealous love for us, cannot be fulfilled by whole universe's love brought together. It was purest, it was selfless...it still is there, I would prefer to believe so. Because thinking the other way makes me weak. I want to believe that you are around me..always!</div>
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-88019679170553181752014-06-25T15:52:00.003+05:302014-06-26T14:09:48.572+05:30Love Actually..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She had never disappointed her parents, she had never let down or ignored anyone close to her. But the energy she shared with this guy was amazing, it was beautiful. It was a sincere love and a romantic love story they had she dint want to forget ever. She could not digest the fact of him being just a chapter of her life and end it. She decided she will tell her parents. They decided they will.<br />
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Her parents dint agree. She had to fight back her tears and ignore their pain. She had to at times, ignore she was in love with someone and give priority to her parents. So much to and fro. Her father would not talk to her. Her mother would curse her destiny for giving birth to her. She had let down everyone who once used to appreciate her. She was broken but stubborn. She knew it is going to take time and he was besides her.<br />
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They broke more and more, each passing day. There was so much pain and anger stuck up within them that it brought up the worst sides. They cried, screamed and begged. Her parents and relatives asked her to forget the guy and that guy asked her to give this all some time. They were confused, they were full of guilt. She somehow forgot being happy. Forgot being happy when they were together ! He dint have any choice and she dint have any power left. An year passed and things were not smooth at all. Her family had boycott her. It was difficult to show her care for them, given she was not agreeing to forget her guy. She had lost trust, trust of those who mattered her the most at one point in time. She just kept on wishing for some magic which can turn this all upside down and bring them together, with their families' approval. She loved him truly and she knew she would not find someone like him. He was perfect for her, he was the reason she was successful today. He was her strength. And she feared if it was possible to live without him around her. She felt safety in his arms. She knew he was the love of her life. She loved him more than anything else. Yes, this time more than her family. She dint give up. He dint let her give up.<br />
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A few years later, the families agreed. The pressure of growing age and the society made them go against their wishes. She was happy. They were happy. It seemed as if they had achieved each other for the life time. Things weren't smooth but! They had to struggle and convince their families for very small things which dint matter to them but mattered to the families. One time things, which took off a series of arguments and discussions between two of them. One wedding day, and it took rough period of many months of preparation. They had to convince the families again. They had to bear it all. They had to plan their own wedding, with managing every tiny traditional ritual in mind. Families won't come forward in a supporting way and by now they wanted to just get done with it.<br />
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Finally, they got married!!<br />
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But, by now, both of them had seen each-other's worst sides. Things took time to settle, days passed. He wouldn't mind shouting on her and neither she would. They had done this before, many a times. They could not realize the difference in being together.They still were not over the pain it had been to them individually. The energy was depleting. The journey, the path they took to be together had torn them apart. They were impatient and reckless. They were now fighting hard with themselves to forget what had happened, as they realized where it was going and where it should haven actually directed to. They were dreaming to have the best time of their lives but were burdened with the expectations, pains and roughness of the past!<br />
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Was it worth?? All the pain they took to come together? All the pain they took to convince their families? All they went through to be good kids?<br />
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Even today families do not realize how much their conservativeness cost their children. How different it would have been if they were not so hard on their kids?<br />
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He once asked her - "Let us run away"...wish she had said YES!</div>
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"Songs"..how much important part they play for a movie and for how long they effect our lives, or ask how often..? My father has always been a big fan of cinema, and I have grown up hearing his collection of songs..Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd Rafi, Kishore Kumar hits, ghazals of Pankaj Udhas, Jagjit Singh and many more..!! The songs were different then from now.The simplicity and the purity have somehow lost and forgotten. Of course not in all songs for sure, but in most of the songs today it is all about drums and beats than the basic idea of sharing the feelings and thoughts wrapped in the music. I am not here to criticize today's music but this write-up is just about the variety of songs and the various impacts they have in our daily lives! And yea, I too like drums and beats...it all depends upon the time and the surroundings :)<br />
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So do you feel the need of hearing a particular song at times? I do, and as of now I can think of these many reasons :<br />
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2. When you are in a party and you want to dance on the beats of some crazy item number?<br />
3. When you are travelling and you have none other thing to do better than listening to songs?<br />
4. When you are working? Either in office or let say simply cooking at home?<br />
5. When you are feeling severely hurt and want to cry? Oh there you go...songs do help you cry!<br />
6. When you underestimate yourself and want to boost your self-esteem?<br />
7. When you don't want to sleep and have to study/work, so to stay awake?<br />
8. When you are sleepless?<br />
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9. When you are in love? :)<br />
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And so on...There may be ample number of other reasons apart from these that you might want to hear a particular song/songs.<br />
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There are songs, which might work as a medicine for you when you are upset about something. How about those overtly romantic numbers, with repeated similar lyrics ongoing from the decades? You might not play them very often, but you do like them if hit at the right time. :)<br />
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Has it ever happened, while listening to a song, you think of the person with whom you might have any sort of feelings/memories attached, and which are somehow being mentioned in the song? It might be someone you love, or it might be your best friend, it might be your mother or it might be someone you have a crush on or YOU yourself..! There is one all time favourite song of mine <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n06H7OcPd-g&feature=related" target="_blank">Aahatein</a>. I first time heard this song as background score of a farewell presentation of one my friend, and now every time I listen to this, I tend to think of that friend without any effort. And honestly, this song is the reason I accidently populated so many thoughts in my mind about songs and how they touch our day to day lives :) Beware! there are some mysterious songs, which might make you fall in love with someone, when you are trying a lot not to fall ;) Hahaha,,!!Too much about slow emotional songs? Yeah, the list is endless..But there are definitely songs which bring energy and excitement in our lives and help us change our moods.<br />
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Overall, in our day to day life, definitely for music lovers, songs do play some role. For a while, I wasn't in touch with the music and I knew that I was missing so much good around it. Songs do make you sad, happy, cry, passionate, love, sick ;) , nostalgic and help to make the enjoyment bigger! Oh how could there be weddings so fun-filled without songs..!<br />
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Imagine life without music and songs..How many things are said via songs, which could not have been better understood and conveyed if music did not exist. Thanks to the music composers and singers, who delve into the real life feelings and put them beautifully in words..Some of the feelings, even we did not know until we heard those songs..:)<br />
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-4458338526936130262014-03-14T16:59:00.002+05:302017-04-12T19:01:06.322+05:30Mumbai Local - The lifeline of the City<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 115%;">That was all about the day, and perhaps I will always laugh, thinking about it..and probably no more local trains for me..My bus takes the same amount of time and I can even doze off there..;) You win Darling :D</span></div>
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-62576372199004636732013-10-10T02:12:00.000+05:302014-11-04T18:11:36.342+05:30That's Only 'Mine'!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Hey don't use that Mug.."<br />
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So what is this possessiveness about few things like clothes/utensils? And this is no Exception if I add CODE too in the list..the typical competitive engineer side of me!</div>
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1. You have been gifted a utility by someone really special. So what's the next thing you do with it? Do you keep it in your mirror case for decoration or in your kitchen (let's say it's a mug) ? In most of the cases after saving it for few months ;-) it goes into your regular kitchen stuff! </div>
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You just go ahead and say it upfront. "Can you please not use it next time? It's a gift."</div>
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Ya this is it...this is what all I wanted to say on this..<br />
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And BTW, about the code...(that's just for fun)<br />
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Show it to your peers, get their inputs and let them know in advanced that you would want to demonstrate it directly. Straight and Simple!<br />
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Note ** This post is based on just a few random thoughts I get from here and there..Seeing people and their reactions to their beloved things..!! Btw I somehow like them..<br />
Because - <span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="color: blue;">"If they can hold feelings for some non-living thing, imagine how much they feel for the person/reason who/which is behind it" </span></i></span> :)<br />
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-20786010759858141762013-03-29T03:09:00.001+05:302013-03-29T03:18:24.984+05:30The Green Light<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I know we don't talk to each other, I understand we don't have to.<br />
I escaped out of US, and now it's just ME & YOU.<br />
It's a small story, I want to share,<br />
If we are connected, you would care.<br />
You know that's so silly and stupid,<br />
But I see my account, to learn your bit.<br />
The grey light tells, you have moved on.<br />
The red one tells, you are there but not for me.<br />
The orange one tells, you wanna be there but can't.<br />
And the green one tells, you are around waiting for me...<br />
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-70989671164424726322013-03-27T02:13:00.003+05:302015-12-09T12:41:37.488+05:30My Neighbor, My Childhood Ideal..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sini P. George. Yeah, that was her complete name back then.<br />
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My malayali neighbor, 4-5 years elder to me.She was a beauty, a black beauty.I used to try to dress up like her, to comb like her, to even carry a pen/pencil of the brand she used to use.Be it waiting for our school bus early morning or running behind it at times; a patty fight with my classmate or finding it difficult to perform in any event...She used to be there, always. I was more connected to her than my mother at one point in my childhood.With her two elder sisters,Uncle & Aunt, they were 5 of them in the family. I used to join them for their evening prayers. Monu Di (Sini Di's nick) used to make me read those passages from Bible and Uncle used to explain them to me.I have spent almost fifty percent of my free time post school hours at their home for years. I always felt invited and secure there..I can't deny that she was way to protective of me and I was fond of that :-)<br />
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Most of us have an ideal,from childhood days, we take inspiration from. Be it a school senior or someone staying in the neighborhood; whom you observe and try to imitate. Monu Di was that childhood ideal for me.<br />
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When I was in class 4th, we left that neighbourhood and shifted to another locality. I cried and cried for days because I was lonely there. For me it was sort of an end, which I couldn't figure out at that small age and I remember that it was during our summer breaks which made it even worse. Our meetings were limited to school premises now and that too very rare. Exactly around 3 years later, we moved back. Although I had grown up a bit, I was excited to be around her. But now she had grown up too much for me, she had other friends of her own age she would spend most of her time with. Alothough I was jealous but she never ignored me. I was always given preference somehow :)<br />
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Alas! things dint remain like this for long. 2 years passed and she moved out of the city to pursue higher education. We too shifted to our new home permanently, farther than this society, leading to no medium of being in touch with her or her family.<br />
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Surprinsingly, on one of my birthdays, I received a letter with her card. I wasn't in the same city anymore, neither was she; but I read it almost 10 times immediately and was very happy with the thought of Monu Di writing to me, after so long..I decided to reply back. I was staying in Kota, Rajasthan and she was in Bangalore, Karnataka then ; pursuing her Nursing. It felt so far away then. Sometime later I came to know that her family moved back to Kerela, selling their house in my hometown and other properties..so their was now no chance of them returning back ever.<br />
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Few years passed, and we were still connected via phones. Thanks to developing mobile technology at that time. As time passed further, I got busy in my higher studies and I believe same would have been the case with her as well. We were talking only on Birthdays, Diwali and Christmas by now.I hadn't realized, how fast time flew; when one fine evening she called me suddenly and informed that she is married now. She was sorry that she couldn't invite me. But I wasn't waiting for just the invitation, we were supposed to plan it all together. I was upset. I couldn't be angry with her but somehow urged to be have had been there on her big day!!<br />
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Then when one last time we talked was 4 years back, she called me to inform that she is moving to Kuwait and gave her contact number and email id to remain in touch. Sadly, none of that worked after a few months later. I din't hear from her on emails and then even I stopped writing to her.<br />
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Since then, it's been so many years, but whenever I get to reminiscence my childhood, she is a part of it. At times,I miss her so much that I will search the web for her, in all the possible ways but after some failures, I will end up hoping that she is doing fine at some corner of this world, and may be does think of me too at times. She could be a mother now. How her husband would be like? Would she be remembering me ever? "How few people, who have been the most important to you at one point in your life....disappear, forever!"<br />
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Now a days, although we have got facebook, gmail, twitter and so many other mediums to be in touch with each others or finding out about someone, sometimes even they don't help; and you feel the need to find that one missing link!<br />
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She was more than just a neighbor to me. Yes, she was like my elder sister. I was the only child in my family then, the eldest one and I needed someone elder to me around. Everyone in my family felt the same. My mother used to leave me at her place when she had to go out without me. When my father fell ill, uncle used to pray for him. I was so young but I still can remember him taking my father's name, my mother's name..my name in his prayers.<br />
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Haahh..it still feels heavier after having written all this down. Usually this works the other way round for me. Well, I will still be hunting for her in all sorts of ways I can. I don't have her address, her phone number, in fact i don't even know her last name after her wedding, but I know that I want to talk to her..somehow...anyhow; something...anything!!<br />
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I wish I see that day soon :-)<br />
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And yes, if you feel the same for someone, don't let them disappear because you are too busy!<br />
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-Fingers Crossed!!<br />
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UPDATE**<br />
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Date : 06/12/2015 and Yes..I finally could find her!!! Thanks to Facebook's Friends-Suggest feature, who suggested me her elder sister's name. Till this date, this feature irritated me, but you find the real worth of some things, when you find your real worthy person out of them..It felt so amazing talking to you Monu Di and knowing that all this while , you were finding that missing link back to me , from your corner of this world! Love You too :D</div>
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-50875462123776301612013-03-14T12:08:00.000+05:302013-03-14T12:31:00.031+05:30Strange but True!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A series of different incidents within half an hour, can make you feel happy about yourself!</div>
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My cook is not at her best..She is a single mother, taking care of her sick mother and a physically handicapped son. She would be in her forties. She doesn't keep well most of the times herself..After all, she is trying her best to come to work, her only source of income and support, though not regularly but I won't blame her entirely.Rather I pity on her circumstances.</div>
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It's mid of the month, and she asked for some money. She was looking pale and tired. I immediately gave her some cash without questioning. I guess, she thought I am trying to show disinterest towards her so she waited for me to speak something, standing at the door, with fear in her eyes to loose her only job someday soon. She often does ask for money, sometimes at 7 AM in the morning..But that wasn't what I was thinking then.It was an article, I read the other day, which crossed my mind as soon as I saw her. It said "I spend more money on Dominos than I spend on my maid.". I realized the silence and did ask her.She explained how her mother needs to see doctor and she doesn't have any cash. Like all other things, she does it often. I let her, because may be she wants somebody to talk to and that lessens her pain. But one unexpected thing she did today was she bent down towards me, joining her hands. To show respect and gratitude in her words. But I was hurt. It doesn't feel right when someone so elder to you does that. Believe me it doesn't . I told "It's your hard earned money, don't thank me for that. " Yes, yes like our Hindi films. Smile caught her face and she said while leaving, "Pehle ek bitiya thi, jo mera bhut khayaal rakhti thi..ab woh Hyderabad mein nahi hai...Bhagwaan ne unki jagaha tumhe bheja hai beta. Bhut khush raho!" [English - There was a girl, who used to take care of me
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I left for the office in another 10 minutes, on my BICYCLE! Yeah, that's my new passion. Though it was turning to be little sunnier, I rode it with my playlist on. I reached office. The gate keeper smiled. Since when I have got bicycle, I am a little familiar to them. When I am not with my cycle, sometimes they do ask me, "Ma'm aaj cycle pe nahi aaye aap?" Haha..You don't have to do something huge to be noticed, just a little,out of the flow does sometimes. So that's not it. I was in the basement parking my cycle, one unknown colleague asked me smiling "Hey how much did this small thing cost you?" I told the price. He immediately said "Oh nice..I have been telling my friend(the one standing next to him) since long that I want to buy one..From today on wards you are my role model. Let's see if I buy soon. :-) " Haha..how often do you see that coming..:D</div>
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I had a big smile on my face. I took stairs to reach my floor. That's one of the nice things, I have taken from one of my old friend. As soon as I opened the floor (4th floor) entrance, I see my friend cum colleague standing there. In awe at this sight he says, "Stairs Dishi?? Why do YOU need them?..I need them and I always think of that, but never able to..Keep it up.. Have a great day!!"</div>
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So, yes I am just having a great day, by doing nothing for others but myself. <b>Strange but True</b>! :-)</div>
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Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-38291650506009257182012-08-26T15:22:00.000+05:302014-03-14T18:00:16.701+05:30Trip to Coorg - The Scotland of India (17th - 20th August 2012)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The long weekend in the month of August grabbed every one's attention. All the travel-lovers were busy exploring places to be covered. My office team, which I consider the best to have work with, started planning out too. In a 12 member team, 9 of us completely agreed to roam any place and spend some quality time!! Before I start off, I would go with a little introduction of each of my team members to make it easier to imagine when I address each of them. Thanks to Maithily for being the source of this idea in my mind..:)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So, here is my, the coolest team :</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sowmya, Aatish, Maithily, Suresh (my manager), Archi (the Bhai), Shiva, Me :P, Surojit and Prakash...(order : left to right)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Among all of us, initially the most enthusiastic person about planning the trip was Aatish, so right from deciding the destination, to hotels, places to visit and budget everything was left on him. He probably dint work for the entire last week while he was planning for the trip :P. Everyone was comfortable with the idea for covering Coorg and Mysore. A land of chivalry and pride, a life of solitary splendour, rich food and spices, previously known as Kodava, Madekiri town, one of the favorite destinations in Karnataka, is in short termed Coorg. Smell the coffee, taste the oranges, flavour with cardamom and savor the honey. Popularly termed as the Scotland of India. While Mysore city is known as the cultural capital of the state of Karnataka.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In one of the weekly meetings we discussed the itinerary of the trip :P. Aatish played major role in putting final list of places to visit based on reviews, shortlisting the home-stay/resort to stay, booking tickets etc keeping all the details such as covering maximum places and proximity in mind. Well done to you :-) We also got one day off from our product manager, which encouraged us to cover as much as we could and added an official team-trip flavor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Right when the plan was full and final, tickets were booked, we got to know that some of the places were flooded because of rain and tourists were not able to cover the local city. We still kept our hopes alive and decided to not cancel the tickets until something unavoidable happens. To our good luck, weather at Coorg totally was with us for those 3 days and we dint happen to encounter any difficulties except few small ones without which the trip would not have been full-fledged.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Day 0 : 16th August..the beginning of the journey..</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Not to our surprises, everyone was there at the planned stop except Shiva. Shiva reached right at the moment the bus had arrived and we all dint miss any chance of scolding him :-) Everyone was excited and full of enthusiasm. We took our seats, me sitting next to Archi..the 2 smallest packages of our group :P and Aatish roaming around to get one aisle seat, but he dint..no body stood up for him, and it was just a beginning :P</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Driver played one telugu movie named, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1455237/" target="_blank">Oy!</a>..And we all somehow found it interesting.We discussed it with those of few who knew telugu and tried to understand as much as we could. By the time movie was about to end, I had slept off..But I finished the story the next morning with Sowmya's help and might be, had I known telugu, I had not slept. After all a cute romantic movie it was.. :-)</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Day 1 : 17th August</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We reached Mysore. Found our tempo traveler, 12 seater van, spacious enough to dance as well :P , waiting for us. The driver uncle seemed gentleman and he continued his impression throughout the trip. We reached hotel, got ready for the day. It might be rare to hear anything like this, but all the 4 girls got ready way too before the 5 guys. :P And as per the guys' group, Shiva was responsible again :P Meanwhile we girls dint waste a single minute and had a small photo-shoot and a round of routine gossips ;-) . Everyone was so hungry by the time we got out. We quickly had our breakfast, where Sowmya+Aatish+Shiva continued to fight with each other, providing us with live comedy-circus..:P and then we started off for our first destination known as "Golden Temple" or "Buddhist Monastery". Everyone seemed so pleased having reached there. Since the driver was known to the place, he asked us to keep our shoes in the van itself. Looking at the Gate only, it appeared to me something really ancient and unique in it's own way. There were monks in their yellow+brown attire, busy watering plants, taking residues of <i>Pooja </i>from one place to another,cleaning the surroundings and talking to people. This place had foreigners as well. We walked with the mass and reached one very big hall, from outside of which we could hear these set of monks offering prayers. From outside apart from a big bell in the beginning it looked one of it's many kinds out there, but the moment we entered the hall our eyes were wide-opened analyzing the pattern and way with which the hall was decorated. In the front-center a very huge statue of Buddha was kept, besides 2 more huge statues.The graffiti and the architecture kept us amazed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Next destination was "Nisargadhama Island" formed by river Kaveri. We could see rabbits and deer only. Our willingness to see some elephants was let down by off seasonal issues. Though we had a better plan for that one.."coming soon :)" ! We walked on a bridge, attractively built to cross the Kaveri river.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Reached Coorg and then our home-stay location.Entire city was covered with fog...Not only the city, the journey to Coorg too was foggy and a new experience in it's own way.Based on reviews we had decided to take home-stay for 2 days and spend last day in a far away village resort! The name of our home-stay was Alpen-Glow, whose tagline says, "A home away from home in Coorg"! It was a nice and a decent place. The husband-wife (Ananth - Jayashree) were very welcoming and soft spoken. The owner was chief editor of Shakti New Agency, one of the best in Coorg and that's how Jayashree impressed us showing their home decorated with achievements and awards and paintings made by Ananth. The house was compact, each and every corner had some decorative piece kept and all the walls were painted with different colors. We freshened up, and went to Coorg's famous market known as <i>chauk</i> for shopping again :P This time it was more of buying gifts for your closed ones and definitely you mother :P.Lets see how..Each of us ended up buying Coorg's famous spices..!! :D Had dinner, though it was difficult to find any restaurants open after 9pm, we managed to get one. It was raining all the time and now we were tired after having traveled so far..Back to home-stay..dying to hit the sack..!! Btw we dint do that too immediately, we were laughing recollecting the whole day loudly, but as per the home-stay rules, we were not supposed to make any kind of noise after 10:30pm because Coorg city's people sleep so early..we were made to obey the rules and then we fell asleep..How boring..they should visit Hyderabad once ;-)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We started early morning after the complimentary breakfast of set dosas and some rice noodles..(I am not sure what it was..:P) the authentic south food cooked by Jayashree! There was a slight change in our plan and we went for "Bhagamandala" first. It is a pilgrimage place situated near the Triveni Sangam of river Kaveri which is joined by two tributaries , river Kannike and river Sujyoti<span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">. We were not allowed to take photographs there but if I can just try to describe, it was also some what like the Monastry we had visited. We could find monks around forwarding <i>Pooja ki thali </i>so that we can take blessings from the God. There were idols of Ganapati and different incarnations of Lord Vishnu in very small sized temples. You have to bend to see them. Bhagamandala too has a history associated from the times of Tipu Sultan and is a famous tourist place. The triveni sangam adds to it's significance. Next to it, we headed towards "Talacauvery". </span><span style="line-height: 22px;">Talacauvery is about eight kilometres from Bhagamandala.</span><span style="line-height: 22px;">The name Talakaveri implies the source of the river Cauvery.</span><span style="line-height: 22px;">It is about 4187 feet situated on the Brahmagiri hill slopes. This place too had a religious significance and apart from it the whole panoramic view from the top is mesmerizing.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Today also it was raining on and off and this place was really foggy and full of tourists. Even though it was an off season to visit Coorg, there were many tourists because of the long weekend. We had to climb 300 stairs to reach at the top. Downstairs there was the main origin point of Kaveri river, and there was a long queue of pilgrims praying for the well beings by throwing coins in the origin point. We all too did that. For a moment, I was disconnected from the outer word and connected to the purity of the ambiance. You feel a new power flowing through your blood and an encouragement to climb up the stairs.The rain was getting heavier and the wind was blowing fast. It was difficult for me control my umbrella as well and it was becoming colder. I was in my jacket, partly drenched and was feeling cold but not enough to stop me for climbing. How often you get to do something crazy like this? I did not miss it..None of us did :-) After reaching the top the weather was even worse, but we all enjoyed that too...Keeping your arms open in rain at the top of a mountain, opposite to the flow of the wind and closing your eyes..that was the experience usually we see only Shahrukh Khan posing with full emotions in movies, it was a real one this time :P Sorry Sowmya...I was just giving a reference.."#She is a big SRK fan" :D</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When it is raining and you are done getting drenched, what is the first thing that comes to your mind??? <i>Mere dimag mein to sirf aur sirf pakode aate hai :P :P </i> And I guess everyone's stomach felt the same. On our way down the hills, we had this desire come true :P there was a huge rush, we had to wait a lot but never mind, anything for <i>garama-garam pakodas, </i>and yes yes as Sowmya says - <i>Mirchi-Bhajji </i>:D But I guess one person dint feel as hungry as we were then..Our tour guide, Aatish ji..<i>uska to shayad </i>F5 <i>se hi man bhar gaya tha..</i>what say??<i> </i>;)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Next destination was "Abbi Waterfalls". It took us a lot of time to reach there because of heavy traffic jam, but it was worth it. The first waterfall I have seen, and to have stood in front of it gives you the authority to claim that you have seen something heavenly beautiful. It was windy here too and the wind was mixed with water drops from the fall..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And then came the last place to be covered for the day known as "Raja's Seat"..This place is known as so because ruling kings used to come here all the way from Mysore to have views of sunset and sunrise from this garden. Isn't it amazing..that too if you think, back then?? Since it was drizzling all the time, we could not have the pleasure of capturing sunset but we did spend some good time over there. You can see the whole town covered with fog, wet roads and clouds differentiating in color from dark to light.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After a small round of photo-session we headed back to the town, all wet and shivering with cold..Still except a few, rest of us went for second round of shopping. Gifts were still left to be bought, and you are not allowed without gifts back at home, so what else will you do.. Doesn't matter if you are wet :P, you have to make it..Also, don't forget, shops close so early..:-(</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After a bit of difficulty in finding any restaurant open during night time, we found a good place a little away from the market. As suggested by our driver, it was the best place we had dined at so far in Coorg, but we had to wait for sooooooo long..But <i>jaisa ki intazaar ka fal meetha hota hai, </i>we enjoyed our food and finally back to our home-stay, in our beds keeping our voice-level very low!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">While leaving Jayashree gifted girls with artificial roses and plates and guys with snacks. That was touching and made us forget that 'Dont make noise' instruction, which was really difficult for us to maintain. :P</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Today we were on our way to one of the most exciting part of our trip. "River-Rafting"..After elephant rides , (covered seeing elephants here :) we were all set to raft..Among all of us only Shiva and Maithily knew swimming. Initially I was a little skeptical about risking my life, when Aatish told me that they make you sign some paper before you do this, but after seeing people I wasn't thinking about yes/no, I just had to do it..Also later I came to know there was no such formality of signing papers as I was told x-(..may be not here :P After waiting for long, our raft was there..we dint even get helmets because of rafts and respective accessories being stuck in huge traffic jams, but we decided to not wait anymore and go ahead. We screamed that golden-temple's mantra to push rafts with full power and we jumped into the water (thanks to Aatish and Shiva for taking the initiative) completely relying our lives on life-jackets.Looking up in the sky without any support, all alone in the middle of the water, when you don't have any threads attached from the raft , was the one thing I would never forget. It took out the water phobia out of me completely. Obviously with life-jackets :P Later I even jumped into the water without any thread support.. \m/ As Aatish told, I dint come up for few seconds and he had started panicking..thank you or the concern..haha :P But I was enjoying it, inside water, the buoyancy force and then the sky......!! Our rafters were also very nice to us, and made us do all sorts of fun, jumping in and our of raft, water splashing, screaming mantras, defeating other rafts, rapids, rotating with rafts inside water and facing the water waves! Ahhhh...it was truly amazing..we couldn't have asked for more!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This was the last event we were supposed to have today, and then head back to the village resort to spend some lite and quality time with the group. But the excitement of the day dint end here...On our way to the resort we faced many difficulties. The biggest of all was, we were disconnected from the outer world, there was no network and above it, the roads were very narrow. There were rocks on one side and steep valley on the other. It was one sided and our van could not even take a U-turn. We had to ask a lot of people to find out the location. But the whole journey was very scary for all of us. It had rained the last 2 days,luckily not today and it was about to become dark. Because of heavy rush in the city, all the resorts and the hotels were full, we dint have any other option but to search for it. The driver tried his best and we could finally reach the location.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There were 2 huts. One was for us and in the other one another group was already staying. There was a waterfall, tree-swing, bonfire setup, nets, ladders to climb onto them and a kitchen as well :P After getting relieved of a bit of tension which was there in every one's mind except Shiva :P, we decided to have bonfire and ask everyone to perform something. Me (Bollywood), Sowmya (Classical :O) and Maithily (English...ahhaa..!!) sang, Archi danced, Suresh and Prakash acted, followed by Me and Archi taking their roles (that was impromptu, but fun :P) , Surojit did mimicry of everyone in our team (khoob bhalo baabumushaii :D) and Shiva too...We started playing cards, there was loud music being played by the other group..It was raining a little so we decided to sit inside and continue the games. New games were discovered, played and enjoyed thoroughly. Some became "JOKERS" :P and some became "DONKEYS/MONKEYS" pick any :P This continued for hours and then back to our cozy cozy beds, under blankets..!! Just so that we don't forget the incident followed, I am not yet done with writing, it is yet not "ENOUGH" (Hope you guys got it) ;-) [#internal joke..only for those who were in the trip :P]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Next morning, all set again..we were a little lazier today to get ready but we had to start for Mysore so that we could cover most of it. And once..once...once again, I don't know the name of the dish we had in the breakfast !! :P We figured out a different route with the help of the villagers to reach the town safely. After we had reached main road, we started to dance and sing again..my team never gets tired, either it is work or fun ;-)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Reached Mysore's famous Sandal wood factory, spend some time there among amazing wood-works and paintings..I was craving to paint then and there..those things were really wroth appreciation. Next was Mysore palace. Since many of us had already seen it, they decided to stay in the wood factory while Me, Archi, Surojit and Prakash visited the palace. As much as the palace looks beautiful from outside t<span style="background-color: white;">he interior of the palace is worth a visit for its spacious halls, paintings and architectural beauty.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After this we had a long way to cover till Bangalore. After the lunch we all were tired.We did not realize the tiredness until it was about to end. Almost everyone slept at different intervals on our way. We reached Bangalore by 8:30pm. Couldn't meet any of my friends because of the delay, originally we were supposed to reach there by 6pm. Anyway we roamed around the market, passed out time waiting for the bus meanwhile Aatish and Archi Beta ji left us for their respective friends :P..Never-mind ;) Had dinner and then off to the return journey. Everyone almost instantly slept, irrespective of some movie being played in the bus. I woke up the next morning, and we were in Hyderabad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It has been almost a week, we people are again busy in our routines, but the hangover has not yet gone. All of us are flipping through the pics now and then, commenting, talking about and narrating the small and funny incidences which occurred during the trip. As one of us said, "Everything
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We celebrate Valentine's day, Teacher's day, Mother's day, Independence day, Science day, Labour day..ufff and many more..You may or may not get a chance to be part of any of these days your entire life..When I say not get a chance, I mean that we might never be a Teacher to someone, or we might never have done something for Science..However, hoping all of us do celebrate Valentine's day without fail ;) So we have so many days dedicated for so many purposes, dedicated to so many people who have done great jobs in their lives, there is one day, which comes for each of us, whether you know it or not, the one day of the year which is meant to be just yours, your Birthday. Though many people are celebrating their birthdays on the same day, but who cares when it's your too :)<br />
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When I was a kid, like all other kids, for my birthday the only fantasy I had always had was, I wanted to dress up in in-formals..not regular school uniform, with a bag full of candies and go to school to celebrate it. But throughout my education this happened only twice. In Rajasthan state, till the time I was in school, 14th April was always a public holiday as it is celebrated as birth anniversary of Dr. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B._R._Ambedkar" target="_blank">B.R. Ambedkar</a>. But luckily, for the first time, when I was in class 6th, it wasn't a holiday. Not at all sure, what was the reason, but I remember it happened and even after around 14 years, I still remember the dress I was wearing :) I remember that how the girls were surrounding me..sorry no boys allowed :P, feeling supreme for just one day ;) and I remember that I had to choose between two of my best friends to go out for a round of chocolate distribution among all the classes. Of course, it had to be Chinks :)<br />
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Post school days, even during college days, being born in April, I was always at home preparing for my final semester exams. Yes, it used to fall during preparation leaves and hence I never got a chance to go to college on my birthday until 6th semester..14th April 2009, Tuesday..the best-est birthday ever..!! After which I am celebrating my birthday more than anything else every year..I am always excited about it like a kid..telling everyone that it's coming..\m/ :D. Want to know the story behind..??You will have to wait a little, but it's legen...wait for it...dary :D<br />
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Last year, I was home on my birthday, no regrets :) And this year again my birthday is falling on a holiday, which means I won't be getting a chance to dress up nicely and go to office :| :P, but let's see, what have you (The hero of my story :O) got this year for me....I am waiting, like I always do..:)<br />
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Right from Cloud no 9.. ;-)<br />
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So it all started on the last day of Ora-Ovation 2012. Okay, here we need some background info. Ora-Ovations is a week long event , which is conducted every year for Oracle employees and sadly, from this year on wards it will be conducted biennially. After joining oracle the only negative impression which I was carrying about it's work culture was, lack of networking...the number of people you know...Honestly, working for a consulting firm can be blamed for this thinking of mine, but I don't regret about it :). I had rarely known 10-12 people informally in last 5 months, that too a few because of Go+ and a few because of Christmas's celebrations. </div>
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22nd evening, around 4:30pm, we 7 people started from our campus, remaining 2 joined us at the MMTS station and we finally reached Yatri Nivas. The place from where we were supposed to get in, in the Andhra Pradesh Tourism bus. We had taken packaged tour to Vizag and Araku valley, to make sure that we visit all the must see places during the trip.We had little evening snacks at Yatri Nivas hotel, and then got into the bus.The journey began and we all started literally. Believe me we were non-stop fun throughout the journey. I, in fact heard one old uncle saying to his son, "Where are these people from, they have too much of energy." We took it as a compliment :D We all started with the game of Antakshree, the best way to start any journey.."songs"..and then followed by few games of playing-cards. Got to learn some new games, which lasted till the last time we were there in that bus. :) By 10 bus stopped at some hotel, and we stuffed ourselves with some more food since it was the last stoppage for the remaining journey for that night .Again Antakshree + cards.We were loud and full of enthu..At last, one couple, sitting behind us, asked us to lower down the volume level and we realized it was around 12:40 midnight and people wanted to sleep..unlike us :P. However, we continued talking and singing, trying to keep our decibel levels low enough and I remember when last time I saw my watch, it was somewhere around 3:00 in the morning. :)</div>
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23rd March, first day of the trip, started with the Annavaram Temple!! Photo-session had started from the guest house itself. We had our breakfast at some lake side restaurant and then went to the temple.Few of my friends did the main <i>pooja</i>, which is the main attraction of the temple and few of us went in directly for <i>darshan</i>. This temple is famous for married couples, who usually comes post wedding to do poojas. That day because of Udagi celebrations there was lot of rush. It took us at least half hour, just to have <i>darshan</i>. Meanwhile our friends were doing <i>pooja</i>, we were busy clicking photographs :P and yeah, had some tasty <i>prasad </i>from the temple :) Spend some time near one of the <i>bhavans </i>where marriages were going on, and rest here and there. Those were the longest hours we had to spend in this trip, for rest everything, we were running short of time :) Our friends and other people were back during lunch time, and then we all reached at the same place where we had our breakfast. Had lunch. Now the bad part, we had only rice in lunch, no rotis :O Still everyone managed to be stuffed, to stay strong enough to not skip any fun except 2 of our friends. One (She ;)) is extremely energetic but eats nothing..some hidden source of energy..:) and may be the other one wasn't hungry enough then, but I don't think he skipped any other meals later...:P</div>
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Next we reached Rama Krishna beach..The main attraction of the whole trip. :) I enjoyed that evening fully..Sea side, waves coming one after the other, generating a musical sound, you would love to hear. Though when the first time, I was drowned into that water, I was freaked because of it's taste and also as I don't know swimming I was scared a little. But later I could manage to jump whenever waves hit, and at times tried to hit them back. :) It was all fun..What all I had expected..It might sound kiddish but I did write my name on the sand, wiping off due to coming waves.Made those little sand-houses, saw them falling with the force of waves.Walked on the beach side, and turned to see my footsteps..excited with what I was seeing... All I had wanted to do :) A great evening it was. Moreover, the people, with whom I was there made it more special. :)<br />
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24th March, I did reach the beach side by 5 in the morning, but unluckily could not see the sun-rise..:-| as we were supposed to be back by 5:30 to start for second day places. Never mind, I saw it from the bus though :P Hahahaha...and yeah, got severe cold too :-/ <br />
We were in the bus again, few sleeping, or say taking power nap ;) and few of us playing Antakshree again..We reached at the vizag railway station had tea+coffee and got into 6:50am train to Araku valley. We had our breakfast inside the train itself, and then all set to enjoy the joy ride. This journey was meant to be in train because this train line passes through 84 bridges and 58 tunnels. Doesn't it sound exciting..?? It did..:) All of us enjoyed, singing(I told you, we were non-stop :D) ,screaming loudly duing tunnels and those photo-sessions by one of our photography-maniac friend :) Reached Araku velly, and post lunch everyone was so tired that we decided to take some rest to recharge ourselves. When woke up, we came to know that we were going to some garden..yes, "Padmapuram Gardens" followed by Araku Tribal Museum which showcases culture, tradition, handicrafts and fine arts of the ancient tribes of India. Few of us tried archery, 3 shots for just rupee 5/- ;) :P Went to a coffee house there. By that time my cold was on it's peak..Hot chocolate helped me a little. :) We had bicycle rides then, took one round of the resort area, and finally on the roof top. Some chit-chats, masti and of course photo-sessions :D Went back to one of the rooms and then back to cards. No body was willing to sleep, though tired, we wanted to do something or the other. Finally played Dumb-C and the fun continued. I could not control taking little naps in between, as I was feeling too sleepy at times, but one of our friends..(everyone knows :P) was as if destined to make everyone burst into huge laughter, with his acting skills :P and I kept waking up with the those sounds again and again :) This continued till early morning, we went to our respective rooms, slept a little and then the last days began. Back to our buses, ready to leave by 8:30. </div>
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Kranthi - Photoshetty - Thanks a ton for the amazing pics :)</div>
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Bharath - Adjustment Borrows - Thanks a ton for entertaining us :P</div>
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Subbu - Sotu - Whenever you turn to him, he is sleeping :P</div>
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Mukesh - SICK-tu..No no, he isn't Sick..but he might make you feel Sick :P LOL</div>
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Deeksha - Sistu ;) - You dint let me sleep at all...truly Sister-like..haha :D</div>
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Ishita - Dumbtu - Dumb C Godess ;)</div>
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Payal - Payaliya..ho ho ho ho...I know you don't like it..who likes it :P</div>
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Dishi - Ohhh, I planned not to mention here..but some people threatened to kill me if I don't, so here I go...Baniyan Harishchandrika Bistu.. :O<br />
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At last, thanks everyone for not letting me feel like a newbie in your group, for the lyrics of the song..."Sir Osthara" :) , for bearing my "Aaanchhhuuu" sound and little but scary (for few :P) impulses I had..Had so much fun :)<br />
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</div>Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14013204734327853.post-75046428986834078032011-09-21T01:13:00.000+05:302012-04-09T20:50:29.303+05:30Karke Dekho - Achha Lagta Hai :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It was a usual start of the day. I reached office at around 11AM and started going through the emails in my official mail box, the first thing ought to be done every morning :) .The top most email which was about a blood donation camp for Thalassemia patients caught my very attention,but at last. Since a long time I wanted to donate blood, wanted to help someone, wanted to be a part of those, who take such responsibilities and do good for the people for no reasons but self satisfaction. I had tried once in my school and once in my college but because of me being underweight I always got disqualified. So today morning I went through the email, and there was this line,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I decided, I will </span>again try this time, as I had put on some significant weight during past few months.. :)<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So I registered myself. During the lunch break the volunteering group had put one presentation to inspire people for being part of this event. The presentation was getting repeated continuously, during which one small video was played again and again.Initially because of the noise in the cafeteria, I could not hear the audio and understand the intend behind it, but then I happen to notice the subtitles and which again caught my attention for the second time for the same reason. Here is the link,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I truly agree with the caption given to the post saying, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Such simple words but coming from an innocent stranger, can change the way you think.</span>'</span><br />
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I asked my friends and they were also going to be a part of it, it felt good. So right after the lunch we went down to the basement where the camp was arranged. Everyone had to fill up one form and then had to see a doctor for casual check-up. Checking my nerves, my eyes and after asking some formal questions, she said I am fit for it. She noticed my smile and asked, "Is it your first time?" and I said "Yes" continuing the smile. I was excited, because for the first time I was going to do something like this, also I had the effect of that small girl which was making me feel better and better about myself, as I was going to help someone like her..:)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But doing good also is not always so simple. I had to undergo one more test regarding Hemoglobin </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">check-up. The person in-charge there, took out one fresh needle and took my finger to prick it for blood, I tightly closed my eyes before he started, while he said don't worry you won't feel anything. But I continued my facial expressions.It was over in a few seconds,and as he had said, I just felt like a small pinch, like when an ant (red one :)) bites you..that's it.. :) A guy standing by me said, "Hey, you dint scream at all, girls do that usually...nice !!" And I replied nicely saying, if I was afraid, I wouldn't have come at all..:) But, to ruin my feelings and excitement, sadly my HB count wasn't up to the requirement. The person shared this news with sad face, saying it's a bit less than the expected and we can't allow you in that case. I again asked him, that what if I still want to donate, he asked me to consult with the doctor. I went to the same doctor with some hope but she said you might feel sick after that and I won't advice you to do that now, as you have to join office post this, you can try next time. For that moment, I felt the same thing, as that guy in the above video, possibly might have felt, 'Why couldn't I??' I was upset. I went straight to my cubicle and kept "rejected :( :(" as my Gtalk status..!! </span><br />
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I wanted to share these feelings with someone, some kind of failure,which I felt again. But somehow, it hardly took me some minutes to be back to where I was before lunch break, as I love doing my work, to be specific, coding, but before starting, I told myself, "at least you tried :)", which amused me for the fact that I did get that needle pricked in my finger, for that very event only..:)<br />
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But suddenly, because of the Gtalk status,within few minutes, I started getting pings of my close, caring, few always in invisible mode ;) friends asking - what happened? Even though I could hear the sound, I could not reply immediately to those pings, as my manager came over,and we started trying to resolve one Big-Big issue. So by the time I was back on my Windows machine from the Linux box, there were around 8-9 chat windows simultaneously open.. Before starting to reply, I read all of them,<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Some thought I am distressed because of work, some thought I got rejected in some marriage proposal :O, some thought that I rejected someone (thanks for keeping me on the other side.. :P), and some directly asked what happened? (those who knew that all of the above options were not possible :) ) The best one was, "confusing, remark..." !! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So after answering all of them one by one, and knowing what they were thinking of, I kind of started laughing. Most of them were concerned, a few were happy knowing that I at least tried and a few started mentioning what all healthy food I should eat to get myself there successfully, "next time"..I was (more) better...:) 'Talking to near and dear once in misery' always works for me..:)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span>So in the evening while I was home, I went to my flat-mate asking for something. And meanwhile, she suddenly asked me, what is wrong with me, saying that someone was asking her, about me being upset onto my status...This was surprising but cheerful, knowing people care in their own different ways.. :) I immediately logged in to change my status and to my surprise I got few more pings, right then...and hence I updated my status to,<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: inherit;"><i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">To be precise : W.R.T. my prev status "rejected", I got rejection from "Blood Donation Camp"..Nothing to worry..stop pinging dear friends...mein to ekdam bhali changi hoon..as usual..hahahaha<wbr></wbr>..btw thanks a lot everyone... <img alt=":D" createtime="1316545213269" framecount="40" height="12" iconset="classic" pattern="grin" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/images/cleardot.gif" style="background-image: url(https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/im/emotisprites/grin0.png); background-position: 0px -132px;" width="13" /> <img alt=":D" createtime="1316545213269" framecount="40" height="12" iconset="classic" pattern="grin" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/images/cleardot.gif" style="background-image: url(https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/im/emotisprites/grin0.png); background-position: 0px -132px;" width="13" /><img alt=":P" createtime="1316545213269" framecount="59" height="12" iconset="classic" pattern="tongue" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/images/cleardot.gif" style="background-image: url(https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/im/emotisprites/tongue0.png); background-position: 0px -228px;" width="13" /> <img alt=":P" createtime="1316545213269" framecount="59" height="12" iconset="classic" pattern="tongue" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/images/cleardot.gif" style="background-image: url(https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/im/emotisprites/tongue0.png); background-position: 0px -228px;" width="13" />"</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Later, somehow I decided to blog this entire day, as I was wondering if people continue caring for each other so much, then naturally, everyone would be able to feel the power and happiness, I was feeling, being inside that camp and while my friends were talking to me..Then to know more about such camps, I also read some statistics related to blood donation events and its requirement , and found out, that every second, there are people around the world, who need blood. There are small kids who die of </span>anaemia every hour. There are number of women, dying due to lack of blood, during deliveries every minute. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So in conclusion, firstly I want to say thanks to all my friends for being so prompt and caring, secondly even though I am not a part of any promotion campaign, I wish that those who can, should donate blood, and last but not the least, I will follow all the advices I got today, and wish I'd be a part of it some day, </span><br />
"Bringing back smile on some one's face, rolling up <b>my </b>sleeves...:) "<br />
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Dishi :)</div>Dishihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16297332301602172270noreply@blogger.com8