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Stuck in bed

Saturday, March 31, 2007
Well that's where I've been for this last week!!

It's a weird situation to be in. I was supposed to be off to mUmbai & pune this week on tour. That got cancelled for reasons of ill health - not mine. Then i land up with this weird kida fever, shivering and aches all over - docs here give it a scary name!

There's no medicine for this affliction (I'm not talking about lovearia) and it requires a lot of rest and liquid intake (again not the kind that i'd like).

So i'm stuck in bed with nothing to do - other than catch up on some pondering!!
This next week is gonna be a long one.

My friend John - he cals it a DETOX
He says it will be really helpful before the wedding!!!!

jeez.... 19 days to go!!!
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Esteemed Company

Monday, March 26, 2007
Quoted verbatim from an email I received the other day!
This is from Divya...

I have something nice to tell you.

Yesterday was a good day for me. I met a host of well known who's who of the country as well as the world. I had the opportunity of being invited to the Award ceremony of the Jawaharlal Nehru Award for International Understanding at the Rashtrapati Bhawan. The award for the year 2005 was given to the Nobel Peace Prize winner, Prof Wangari M Maathai. Not only her, I also had the privelege of meeting several senior officials of the Indian forces, MPs, diplomats from almost all the embassies, and our prime minister, finance minister, vice- president, Dr Karan Singh, and Sonia Gandhi among others. But the best part was meeting the President, APJ Abul Kalam :)

The atmosphere in the hall was splendid. After the conferral and an array of speeches by all in the panel, ..and not to forget the National Anthem...we had a tea and snacks gathering. This was an informal platform for everyone to exchange greetings with each other. Most of the diplomats were queued up to say hello to Dr Maathai. She is a very gentle and vibrant lady. After about 5 mins, I approached her and exchanged greetings. She said she was very glad to meet me when I told her that i had read a bit about her. When I told her about the Seeds of Change exhibition held in Delhi, she embraced me, kissed me on my cheek, and said she was very delighted that I took the effort of coming for the occasion and talking to her. She said I must take charge of something and succeed in it as a part of the responsibility of being a youth. I was so happy..also because there were quite a number of diplomats and MPs still waiting to say hello to her!

After that I was thinking of leaving, when I saw the most unassuming man smiling at me from a crowd. He was the President. At first I didnt know whether he was smiling at me, or was it the after effect of a conversation. But soon he left his company and came towards me with an extended hand. We shook hands and I introduced myself. He asked me what was I doing and I told him that I had recently quit my job and was a student again. He was as if overjoyed. He put his arms around my shoulder and said, "Oh! you are a manager, you have a lot to manage in your life ahead." Then he took me to the window and showed me a beautiful sight of the Mughal Gardens. He said, "Why dont you manage the plants and flowers? See, I have such a splendid collection for you. Isnt it?" He went on to tell me that I could come in anytime to the Gardens and that even cameras were allowed in now. Then he looked at me and smiled. I thought it was an indication for me to leave. Then he extended his hand to me yet again and said that it was a great pleasure for him to see the youth in any such gathering. He said, usually he doesn't get to see any of the youth on such occasions out of volition. He wished me all the best and kept his hand on my head and smiled and kept looking at me. I couldnt help but be humbled by his presence. He is so gentle and so sincere. Contrary to my belief, he is not very tall. After that he asked me to have some tea..and almost 5 to 6 people ran towards the counter to get me tea. Then quite famous faces of Dr Manmohan Singh, P.Chidambaram, Sonia Gandhi, and lots of others who I cant put a name to, kept smiling and saying hello to me. I felt so awkward...but nice. All I wanted was to see Prof Maathai and here I was talking to the President, the hero of the nation ...and that too with his frail and gentle hands on my shoulders :)

I quickly gulped my tea and happily skipped out of the palace with ornate ceilings, spectacular decorations, and idol-like durbaans with huge mustaches. Everyone around was as amused to see me as I was to find myself there :)

I thought of sharing this day with you.


I read it , re-read it and thought it'd be a good idea to share it with all concerned. I did take the lady's permission ;-)
That's Divya for you!
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Saturday, March 24, 2007
It's a new term - it just came to mind....

Can mean a ton of things!!!
critical depression
crippling depression
but it's most likely to mean - cricket depression!!

it's 2:12 am on a saturday morning, i have a symposium at 9am ..
but i'm glued to the idiot box (apt name for someone like me). I'm watching the team slide to the depths of mediocrity. Oooohh this hurts. Trust me - when you follow cricket the way i do.. i mean it really really hurts.....

There is one bright thing to the whole outcome - i won't be disturbing my honeymoon watching the critical world cup games...

I'm not going to be watching cricket for a while.. this is really the pits!!!
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The Modern woman!

Monday, March 19, 2007
She's something like this.....!!
She is suave and chic... and she's proud of it.
She is an independent thinker,
She is determined to get what she wants
She's smarter than I am...!
She reads Marie Claire... especially if it's for free!
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Monkeying around

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Everyone seems to be pretty comfortable with the arrangements... I just wish poor simian wold keep his tail safe from the Delhi roads!

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The lil scooter girl!

Thursday, March 15, 2007
I'm squashed into the rear end of a Qualis, travelling from Gurgain to Delhi. A traffic jam is in the making and I'm very much a part of it.

SO I look around.

There's a lil one travelling in the company of her folks. They're a family of 4 - on a scooter and she's in front - standing it out! Head is covered and frilly frock is on. It's still a lil chilly dilli morning.

ooooohhhh - whatttt a a wooonnndderrfffuulll daayyyy... NO SCHOOL.
I'm going to have a lot of fun with my cousins... dat's where we're headed!!
I want to sing (actually started singing)
(traffic moves suddenly - father is jolted out of inertia)

Dad - drive carefully!! (looks up at him)
Can't you see i'm standing here in the cold - while you sit comfortably!!
At least I'm not sandwiched like my brother between you and ma. Yes - i like the fresh air!

Whay can't we buy a car? Look at all those big cars... the people seem to be so comfortable.
I also want that new frock and colorful cap that girl is wearing.... it's so nice!!!

(Traffic starts again - this time it moves for a bit and stops
The music in my vehicle gets louder - disturbs the train of thought.)

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The unknown stranger

Wednesday, March 14, 2007
It's a stupid statement. I know that.
But it seemed tacky at the time.

So i'm doing this series on strangers and their antics and thoughts. It's like i'm juxtaposing myself in their shoes and running with it. This should definitely help in building my empathy quotient. Lol.

I'll start with the pretty lady sitting across from me. We're in a minibus enroute to the delhi border. She's married-sindoor is there. She's fair colored and pretty in a twinkling kinda way. She's looking at the conductor and is dressed fusion - jeans and purple kurta.
Over to her.
Thought- why is this conductor fella acting so weird? No useful work for him to do i guess. I don't like the way he was looking. Can't he see i'm married. He is attractive though, in a rustic kind of way. Hmmm he doesn't look married. Who'd marry him? Well- i guess some woman would, god knows there are enough of them.
Oh- i hope i turned of the gas. I think i did. Hmmm. Maybe he'll turn it off when he gets up. What if Timmy (that's her hubby) lights up before that. Oh god no. Nothing should happen to him. I love him.

She tries the phone and gets a busy tone.
Thought- he must be talking to his mom and cooking up new ideas. Talk about cooking- let the ars**ole fry.
He always said that he didn't want dowry. Then why does he keep pestering me for money all the time. I'd like to catch that witch just this once and twist her head a bit. How dare she try to control Timmy. Then he starts going ma this and ma that.
Pushes at the guy standing too close nudging her with his groins. Gives him a dirty look too.
Men only want one thing.
Gives a dirty look to all males- me included.

The conductor announces- sikandarpur is here. Lady gets off.

End of transmission.... phew.. that was kinda like a close shave!!!
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Monday, March 12, 2007

very very touched....
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Sunday, March 11, 2007
This one is for the Human being in me.

Yes – I am dissatisfied with the way I am living my life today. I’m sure I could do better. There are times I let things go by – things that shouldn’t.

I believe in love. I believe in living life by the principles of love and righteousness. So when I see something going wrong in front of my eyes – why am I helpless to the change? A part of me argues that it’s not about me. People have to chart their own destinies – even if they’re not in conformance with my beliefs.

Today – a friend and his beloved – they broke up.
Ok – they broke up a few days back and I came to know of it today. It hurt me so much. I can’t even begin to express the way I feel about it technically – I’m just a side function who’s not supposed to be affected.

Then why do I cry as I talk to her…….?
Why do the pearls flow from mine eyes …… as I converse with him…..?
I know him closely and her for the one time that we met (briefly – that too). I do not stand to debate the decision they have taken…. But somewhere it hurts.

Godamn it – emotional idiot that I am.

So I’m human…
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8th March again

Thursday, March 08, 2007
It’s a day when you celebrate womanhood internationally. It’s a day to stand up and feel proud of being a member of the fairer gender.

Well – I respect women as equals. I don’t think it’s necessary to have a particular day to celebrate “being” a woman. Everyday is a reason to celebrate – for all of us – for being alive and being able to chart our destiny.

I’ve always been partial to the fairer gender, whether at work, at play, at home or in the bus. My dad said – be chivalrous. He taught me so, and I learned. When I say partial I d do not mean it in an unequal sort of way – it’s just the way I think about certain things. For instance – I would offer my seat to an older lady vis-à-vis an older man, or I’d keep the door open for a lady (age no bar), rather than I would for a male member of the species.

I must admit in all fairness, I am where I am today – because of the women in my life. Some from the beginning, some who came and went (teaching me some useful stuff) and the one woman – whom I shall share my life with.
As Willy boy once said – the entire world’s a stage & the men and women merely players – each playing out his or her part. So also the women who’ve helped shape me, push me, cajole me, love me, curse me… and guide me to what I am today.

Some names in no particular order– MOM, Tina, Supriya, Anila bua, Shoma, Shilpa, Niharika, Surabhi, Paulette, Anu, Soumya, Madhuri, Sudeshna, Puja, Ranjini, Sarbani, Mohua, Neela, Vrinda, Rita, Gayatri, Alifyaha, Lata, Elizabeth, Mayura, Jigisha, Preeti, Sudha, Anjali, Priya, Anku, Menka, Reshma, Aparna, Rasika, Shweta, Jacqueline, Manu, Anjali, Gunjan, Mridul, Tina (again), Jolein, Aditi, Amandeep, Asha, Prachi, Rashmi, Roop, Vandana, Shivali, Rinku, Shivy, Tulika, Poornima, Renu, Parul, Priyanka, Ruby, Deblina, Tanvi, Arpita, Adrija, Buli, Sam, Rebecca, Deepika, Binita, Kavita, Dhanshree, Anita, Taruna, Ayesha, Shruti, Vani, Richa, Sarika, Niyati, Kim, Baishali, Piyal, Paulomi, Divya, Rujuta, Lydia…...

Thank you all, so very much.
Oh and a very happy woman’s day to all of you, all year round!!!
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The God of Small things

Monday, March 05, 2007
This is not about the book. It’s just a title that seemed apt.

We frequently ignore the smaller the “SMALL” things that make our life worth the effort. Someone forwarded me a message the other day – it was a normal SMS joke. Something I’d feel inclined to delete after reading. I did.

But the event was not lost on me.
Somewhere a friend took a minute (actually less than 20 secs) to send me a message. He/She was thinking of me. I entered the thought process and an SMS was sent. It’s the thought of being thought about that set me thinking.

People say we live in a very fast moving world today – what with all the internet, email, mobile telephony – we forget the smaller pleasures. I differ – and I don’t beg to do so.
In fact – I think our communication has improved – keeping in mind the speed with which everything else is changing.

I remember a few friends each day. I send them a GOOD MORNING sms. I know for a fact that that is appreciated at their end. They tell me so. Our communication remains intact.

Yes – I don’t write SNAIL MAIL letters any more. Why should I? It’s just not cost effective and also more time consuming. I want to COMMUNICATE MORE in the same time.

So please forgive me if I don’t spend hours writing a letter or move from one relative’s house to another on a Sunday – the one day I get an off.

It’s not like my feelings have diminished or that I care a damn about the world at large ( sometimes I do). This is COMMUNICATION 101 – applicable in the world we live in…
I love SMSes… so please keep sending them across.,…. Thank you lord for the smaller pleasures you’ve afforded me.
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The Question

Friday, March 02, 2007
As I once heard - It's the question that drives us all....
What is THAT question?

Answers anyone.....
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