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A day when you have your wish done!

My younger has a flair for poems. As a kid of 4-5 years she used to sing songs in her own tune framing her own lyrics. I remember one of them as "The rain is falling under the blue sky, I love to dance like a butterfly." Whenever her pre-kg-teachers used to complain, of her not opening her mouth, I would counter saying "She composes her songs and you tell me she does not talk?" After all everyone have their unique way of communicating.   One day as I was cleaning a few stuffs, I caught hold of few safely packed and kept drawings of my elder daughter. As I opened a few of them and smiled, my younger questioned "Why are you smiling?"  I replied "Your sister's drawings made me smile."  She quipped "What is there to laugh?" I responded "You know how she draws now, right?"  With all enthusiasm came the reply "Oh yes! she is awesome!" Showing her the paper I was holding "Look at these

Drawing lessons from IT memory .....

It was Christmas, and we were in Udupi for the holidays. The cold breeze from the beach flew our hair in different directions; and hit our face to make us feel it's presence. Some enjoyed building sand-castles, while others pampered their foot with the gentle kisses from the waves, most were into the water, lost in it. Everybody took delight in their own world. I was in one of my all time favorite places, with the right combination of sun, sand and sea - the beach; yet I was unhappy. (Lesson 1) A few weeks back I had a decision to make between a personal and a professional promotion. Having chosen personal promotion; I was sitting on the sea shore and thinking how I would get back and rise to the other promotion again, for I knew, I had to start all over again and that would take time. It was a mixed emotion. Above all, I had anger, I was denied my due promotion for personal grudge though reason quoted was 'Management decision'. More than an year's hard work was fl

Mind-maze!

MIND-MAZE! Driving cars to the office, Stuffing food into the mouth, Rushing kids into the school bus, Finding pleasures in the social media likes and comments, Tricking self to believe that there is no time, Every body are very busy in their rat-race; What a never ending chase! No time left, to stop and watch, Where we are heading to? Trees made into papers, Rivers filled with plastics, Things being loved, People being used, Blind, asleep; the precious life is in neglect, What a pathetic phase? Oh mind relax! Learn the art of tasting every moment; By untangling the mind-maze.

Kids these days are OutStanding!

One of the most challenging things for me has been engaging my younger in the learning process. Over time I have known that her grasping is extremely good; however her focus span is very short. If she spends 5 minutes on studies; she takes a 20 minutes break. The things that she would have grasped in 5 minutes would be for sure worth a mention. I often keep telling her that she is an excellent escape artist. She manages to steal 'her time' under my nose effortlessly. I also should admit that it is that part of 'her time' that I have had some of the best moments with her. This is one such instance from those moments. Younger : Amma, do you know what Ayaan (name changed) did in the class today? Me : What? Younger : He was quarreling with another boy and making some noise. Me : Though sometimes we elders do not relish it, kids are meant to do that. Younger : M'am asked him to be quite, he still continued. Me: hmm Younger : Do you know wha

A mantra to escape any situation!

I happened to spend a few days with a 19 year young bubbly smart girl. I learnt a lot about her, I would dig into her sometimes wanting to know what their generation thought about a few things. I would then come home and think how I used to think back then at that age. She thus took me back to my early days on certain occasions. I am jotting down one such back travel here. Having confirmed my Engineering seat after CET counseling, I was left with plenty of days for the college to begin. I had never traveled out of the city all by myself anywhere until then. I insisted my parents to let me make my trip to Udupi. They were more than happy to oblige. That was it - a young girl, with her bag on the back, thoughts on the mind, zeal in the body set out to explore herself with a trip planned all by herself. I was on cloud nine; for I was free. Not that I was not free otherwise; but there is this special sense of freedom when you are 18+ and you are travelling all by yourself. It's a

Do you love things and use people?

I know of a person who is so natural at story building; they would pick any frequently or popularly floating WhatsApp message and build a story around themselves as though it happened with them. People would go wah wah  on that; frankly at that moment I would also enjoy that, though I know its fake story. Its an art to make people laugh; as long as there is no pin-pointing, no image-destructing, no physical harming and no hidden motives involved; it certainly is very challenging and hilarious.  Unfortunately, we are in a world, that always works with a hidden agenda. People are often used and things are often loved. Of-course, there are exception(s). If you are reading this you can count yourself on the exception list, where you love people and use things. ;) If you ask me what category I fall into? Oh! I fall into a special section called the fool's category, who is in practice of 'detachment'- a vairagi. Oh please! let me hold you before you mis-understand vairagi

IT unfolded - through my eyes.

Fresh out of the college, Having very little worldly knowledge, With full of rage, To cover the so called success mileage; You are into the world of IT, Not knowing that you are trapped; you party! In the beginning, at IT, not knowing what to do, You look out for role models few, Many suggest not to try, already they doing the needed supply, It does not signify, do not buy; you better just retry Keep your wings open, so that you can learn to fly, Else you will regret and later cry. As you spend a few years, at IT, you get used to the rhythm, Not knowing how to come out of the realm, Until one-day you find a manager who listens with all calm, Then you are put into several trials, Without second thoughts, you jump in and get things working with necessary fuels, That invites redials and renewals. Now well experienced, at IT, you know the in-out of the system, Most of them follow 'tit for tat' custom, You know you are part of a rat-ra