May 30, 2008

What happens when a Piscean works till late

The weather couldn’t be better in May heat. It was drizzling and unlike other summers in Tokyo, the cherry blossoms looked awesome. Rehan thought of his yoke fellows and good times spent with them. It’s been quite some time – everyone has settled in their lives and moved on. This Friday evening he was thinking of leaving everyone behind. He slipped out of the office, turned the ignition on and left the hustle and bustle behind. All he wanted to do was to disappear in twilight.

Neon was nearly full – crowded with football lovers. The deciders are always nail biting. Neon was a musical place otherwise; but on this particular day, it’d put the live match and drinks were on house. The whole place was divided into two. Though they may not pronounce Bonjour, but they’re supporting French and though they would have only seen Brazilian beaches and bikini clad women in pictures, they were painted yellow and singing Brazil.

Kaka was phenomenon as always. ‘He’s so cute’ thought Neha. After all this was one of the days when she was not feeling like going home. Japanese homes are boring for singles and one feels trapped at times. She’d asked Asuka to join her and pass away the evening – giggling, eating and cheering. Theiry missed the goal by whisker and whole of Neon filled with boos. As the silence drowned over the place, two sounds simultaneously came - “Damn It! You’ve to pay for it Theiry.” Both looked at each other with compassion. Rehan has never felt it that way. He walked over to Neha, looked in her deep shiny eyes. He brought his lips near to hers and said “Don’t you ever talk that way for French” and went back. Crowd stood there watching the two and clapping!

PS: Found this interesting plot over internet :-). So you can decide in which corner you can be substituted.

May 27, 2008

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I wish everyone carries on this kind of optimism and curiosity while growing up. Life would’ve been so much fun. What we all do is spend time trying to be the part of the system. I know it’s easy saying rather doing it!
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‘Do make me laugh, and I’ll do anything’; somehow the thought passed by her mind. Anu stood tall with hair lazing over her overcoat and eyes shining bright. Gare de Bruxelles Central was crowded as on any other Friday evenings. The train to Luxembourg Ville was due in another 10 minutes. In 2 hours and 37 minutes precise, she would be in seclude – not very long slice of time when compared to life long journey.

She had waited for this weekend for some time. The station was bustling and everyone wanted to leave the place for ever. It seems no one ever wanted to come back. She checked her Blackberry for the last time before switching it off – No New Mail. And somehow the words slipped out of her light lips – “Is there anyone who at all cares?”

The daughter and dad were enjoying the wait. “This is so much fun papa” and the dad smiled back “Anything for you Hon”. Anu wondered what made them enjoy the moment. The daughter was carrying a paper slip in her hand. As Thalys passed by the slip flew and Anu laid her hands on it. As she was about to take note of it, she heard the words “Take it off slowly dad”. Dad was removing the artificial leg of the daughter. And she felt thoughtless.

As Dad took his daughter to Thalys, Anu moved opposite to her train.Express was there. She settled down in the first class and waited for train to chug along. The paper in the hand read – ‘There are people who love to be cared and then there are people who love to care!!!’

PS: Beautiful number by Alison Kross (though copied so many times, I still love it in AKs voice)


It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart,
Without saying a word you can light up the dark,
Try as I may I could never explain,
What I hear when you don’t say a thing;

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me,
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me,
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall!

You say it best when you say nothing at all!!!

May 17, 2008

Creativity has its time

Even six year old knows it! And grownups mind is no different :-)

Still I’m not able to place the blocks in order. Am not sure if that happens with everyone. I sometimes want to be on different dimension than the others. Yes that’s true! I want to zoom past when everything is still. I want to shout when silence is everywhere. Strange what may you call it! But am sure you would have also, at one point or the other, wanted to be part of this crankiness. We won’t delve into WHY; I want to talk about HOW!

I really admire the people who are creative in their fields - from Business Case preparation to Java coding to proposing someone, I like creativity. But its easier said than done. How to differentiate yourself from others?

Now being creative is a talent, but it can be skilled by knowing more about the subject. One very exciting way is to open a dictionary. Pick any word and try to formulate anything that comes in your mind that encompasses that word. Let your mind juices flow.

Little Amy was too creative. On the eve of the test she studied the essay on cow. “I’ve white cow. It has four legs and horns. It has a long tail. It gives milk…”. When she sat for the exam the next day, to everyone’s surprise, the teacher asked students to write the essay on ‘The Coconut Tree’. Now Amy was creative. She started: “We’ve a coconut tree in our house. It’s very high. My mother ties my cow to it. The color of cow is white. It has four legs and horns. It has a…”. You see! That’s what creativity is J

Another way of being creative is to listen to be humorous. And let it out at the suitable time. Creative people look at the same situation as the others do. The only difference is that their perception is on different planes.

So guys you tell me... Don't you ever want to be different? Have you ever forced yourself to be different? If yes, tell me the stories. Am waiting!

PS: The song buzzing (So Young - The Corrs):
We are taking it easy, Bright and breezy; We are living it up, Just fine and dandy,
We are chasing the moon, Just running wild and free,
We are following through Every dream, and every need,
And it really doesn't matter that we don't eat,
And it really doesn't matter that we don't sleep,
It really doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter at all;
Cause we were so young then; We are so young, so young now
And when tomorrow comes, We'll just do it all again...

May 10, 2008

It’s Inflation honey

Look Hon! Its increasing like a mountain. Oh. It’s shot off the chart.

The inflation is taking toll on everyone – from CEOs to sis. Increase in prices of basic necessities is taking its toll. And dollars are not helping even. Forget OPEC nations, even the customs people have stopped taking bribes in dollars. They prefer Gandhi to Washington. True – Dollar is not going far these days.

Now what is inflation – In layman terms it’s a black hole kind a monster. You leave the office with 500 Rs and by next morning its actual value is 480 Rs. Hope you got that! I must say it’s still better than Zimbabwean trauma.

People are finding different ways to beat the monster. The other day sis and her group went for a movie. Now being into HR she’s aware of inflation and its impact on employees lives. The movie set (tickets, corn, nachos & water) was around INR 350 the quarter before. It still costs 350 if you remove water bottle from that set. So to cover up, the group was asked to bring water bottles from home. Remark was simple – ‘Trying to beat it!’

Till now GV was not having much impact of rising prices. He always used to fill the petrol for Rs. 500. But now it’s visible to him and he’s suffering from hypertension. All those onsite trips have lost their charms to him. By the time you hit back home, the foreign currency losses half its value.

Now for some, rising prices is opportunity to cash in. Simply amass the scarce resources. Johnny did it that way. Rice was being sold in Pakistani market at 45 per kg. Once export restrictions were put in by the countries, the price shot up to 90 per kg. Our little Johnny smuggled it in his stomach, made a wad and bought the Beemer.

It seems the world is tied in ‘Too much but Too Little’ syndrome. Societies can spend billions on high rises, space and an undersea exploration, but production per hectare is still stuck on that in 1980s. I wonder if the world has gone berserk. Don’t they’ve something better to discuss in forums than quotas for minorities, sale of F15s, China’s military might and Italian Pasta? It seems world leaders are getting more like the simulator installed in NASA - It shakes you for some time, tilts you to 90 degree, makes some weird noises but takes you nowhere!

PS: Are you trying some weird ways to overcome high prices? Or have you seen anyone doing so? Lemme know!

PPS: Song on the lappy (beautiful number from 'Jab We Met'):

Naina tere kajrare hain, naino pe hum dil hare hain

Anjane hi tere naino ne, waade kiye kaie saare hain
Saanso ke lay.. madam chale.. tose kahe
Barsega saawan, Barsega saawan, jhoom jhoom ke, do dil aise milenge
Aaoge jab tum ho saajna, angana phool khilege...