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....

Baba Maarlo and My Bestest Friend

Ok I have weird ideas I know.......And they get weirder by the day. But then so does he. And what happens when 2 otherwise sane(?) people get stuck on to their respective weird ideas and try to prove their point??-An argument..right...........So that's how it started -with an argument-my aquaintance with Baba Maarlo. In a restaurant in Pune. Well ...ok.....fine....we argued.......so what?? Nothing actually.....
And then I moved on to Mumbai and he to ....Ahmedabad to complete his studies.
And then many autumns later we met again in Mumbai.... And this time there were no arguments, we had grown up.
But who is this Baba Maarlo and how do I know him??
Hmmm needs some explanation........
My mom always says that a only a good person can be a good friend. Well I have yet to come across a better person than Shikha all my life........And considering that I have n number of friends and aquaintances apread across India -That's saying something.
She was my neighbour back home , and over a period of time we became good friends as well.
Those were the days- endless gossip over phone, long evening walks, shopping trips , going to college together, giggling over silly jokes, discussing our crushes......the list is huge. Those days I was on a cooking experimentation spree and my poor Shikha used to be a guinea pig for all my culinary end products. But trust her to constantly motivate me by praising my efforts all over.
She has always been a source of motivation and inspiration for me . Today I sit back and wonder how would life had been if I didn't have a friend like her to stand by me through all my turmoils and failures. I am sure I would have made a mess of everything. Well so there is she-My Shikha, she is not my Best Friend , she is my BESTEST Friend....
But Yes we were talking about Baba Maarlo-where does he come into the picture.......Well my mom also says that good people always get good people as companions.
So Shikha got Baba Maarlo -in other words they are...eh...em ..er." Good Friends" ............
What a pair they make!!!! He- Tall ,Handsome, cheerful, bright- She- Pretty , slim, charming, attractive and Me-The perennial kabab mein haddi. (Make no mistake- I am writing all this at great risks to my life. Someone sitting there in delhi is gonna kill me once she reads this)
So Baba Maarlo is a good friend today-we don't have arguments about silly things any more. It feels good to talk to him when I am happy, sad, cheerful, grumpy-in other words at all times....Banda yeh definitelty Bindaas hai......And Shikha is the Best.....and she remains the special person that she always has been....And sorry to do this to u guys-but u have to bear the extra baggage called Mishi all ur life:)))
Cheers to our Friendship!!!!