The way I know u

It's a journey-a long or short one as the case may be, We Call it Life.
It's 2.29 Pm-IST-Nov-14, 2005 and I am sitting in my cabin finishing off some work.
Ten years ago on this day I was writing my Board Exams. Twenty years ago I was celebrating Children's Day at School with many other children of my age, whom I called friends. Am not sure if I would recognise them if I meet them today and vice Versa. My journey is on........
Coming to the present , currently am employed with Microsoft and can call myself contented. Have a small group of friends here who make me feel good and cherished-I am like a Cat, need to have the feeling of security and comfort at all times else I feel disconcerted.So there is Anand and there is Gagan and there is Subroto and Neha and of course Asim. To tell the truth Asim is the only person with whom my interactions has stayed limited within the office. But that does not make our friendship either less or more. It was in the Cafetaria tht we met each other, His striking resemblance to Sameer Bhatnagar(my buddy from Bombay) was what made me notice him . And there has been no looking back ever since.......
Though I wouldn't like to be judgemental about anyone-there is something very interesting abt Asim tht makes him stand out amongst others-his straight-at-your-face honesty-its definitely a precious and rare attribute,and precisely the reason why I value his advise.There is another noticeworthy trait-He can laugh at himself, though there is no real need to:)
Well the bits and pieces of info that I have got , when I piece them together-I get the image of a person who is friendly and nice, helpful and cheerful, someone who has set standards for himself and lives by them, he can be friendly with people easily, but there is an inner sanctum of space where-in only very dear, very special people have access to-And they are called Friends.

And quietly flowed the tears...

It happens to everyone or so I was told.
Though the degree and intensity and even the reasons vary to alarge extent for different individuals.
It happened to me and I was caught unaware.
I thought I was brave , I thought i was immune to such weaknesses, but I was wrong. Oh I was so wrong!!! Years of failure and pain had taught me superficial indifference.It was my fear disuised as bravado that made me callous and careless I believe. My mistake!!!! Realisation dawned -It's nice to be nice to others-everyone. But not at the expense of your own happiness.But the deed is done, cant be undone.
But the pain remains, the hurt remains and oh the burden of having to keep a facade of normalcy. I wish I could just cry my heart out ,scream and let all the steam out of my system. Instead I remained at my desk, fighting back my tears, but they wouldn't listen. And quietly flowed the tears..........but nothing changed............

Modern Mallu

Sumod called- from UK.
Mousie mous. where were u...no khabar i was worried.........
worried?? about me??wow am flattered...........I told him i was touched .........he laughed........There r few things tht he would not admit to openly-like being bullish abt germany, like being sensitive and caring, like being in love with someone in Bangalore,like being FAT...........But i know that he knows and acknowledges all of it secretly.......He tells me abt "village Bicycle" and then conveniently feigns amnesia......And there are a whole lot of things about which he conveniently feigns amnesia..........I have been trying to make him stop calling me "Mous." , with the result that he has added a disgusting... "mousie" to the already bad "Mous".
He is a suave modern mallu, who thinks the world consists of 2 places-Germany and Kerala, who is a Food Freak and has a impeccable dressing sense, and pretends to understand Beethoven.......but beneath all this modernity is a simple man with simple needs in life, who swears by his friends and lives life happily.
Last Year i didnt remember his birthday........he was upset about it.......
This year I barely managed:), with lots of hints from him........
Hey Sumod, I cant remember dates to save my life-tht bad i am......I barely manage to remember my own birthday....(needless to say i have conveniently forgotten the year:))
But dear buddy, I am never-the-less thankful to the stork for having brought u into this world- 20/30/40 50??? yrs ago........
Have a Great Life ahead ......and ahem , shall I send this link to someone in Bangalore???

This Too shall Pass

This one's for u my friend-I dunno how, when, why this happened.....
and I dunno what's the remedy, I see u in the midst of a perfect storm
fighting it out all by yourself, while I am at the shore, praying and waiting
for you, being absolutely helpless to help you.
The one thing that I am sure of is that you will survive this.
The one thing that i am sure of is that I will wait for you at the shore
no matter how long the storm lasts
The one thing that I am sure of is that at last the storm will be over and there will be a bright new day
And the one thing that I am absolutely sure of is that you are brave and strong enough to deal with it...........
It's been a long and dark night......but dawn is soon to come, and then a beautiful bright day.........And I am there standing and waiting.......
And we will celebrate for the days to come, for your new challenges and for our friendship.....
Just Hang on, Carry on, Don't give up, don't stop trusting,dont' stop trying, Keep up your faith............
Because this too shall pass...........

3 Years

I am off for a cup of coffee
My 5th- for the day
Outside the sun is about to set
It has been a long day

Eight hours of hectic work
Unending strife with Time
Routine discussions, meetings and deadlines
It has been a long day

A little bird is sitting on the sill
It has a red beak
The report on Attrition remains unfinished
It has been a long day

The coffee is getting cold
While I feverishly type out the words
The report I have to complete
It has been a long day

Moments of glory
Moments of pain
Moments of stress
Moments of gain

Three Years of life in a new world
Three Years of Learning…………
New friends, New experiences galore
It has been a long way

My report is ready
I will be back on the morrow
With renewed hope and energy again
It has been a long day……..

Some Weird Story by Someone

Year: 1977
Place: Guwahati
Location: Dense forest in Assam
Situation: A new born baby is walking (not crawling) along a small and narrow jungle pathway. Suddenyl out of nowhere there appeasr a cat (not a Tiger).She confronts the sweeet toddler and warns him of stopping where he is else...
The baby smiles and blows a mild whistle....Result: The female cat is blown out of his way. And the baby lived to grow into a mature adult banker.


To be continued in next episode....