Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live

LOVE THE LIFE

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company… a church… a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you… we are in charge of our Attitudes.”–

 

Thats a lovely quote..and see how true it is when we re-read the quote again and again and look back just to find if my attitude got any importance in whatever I did in past,,:)

Well..after a long break I am back to blogging…and so while finding everyone asking me “Did you notice any change in your new life ?” I certainly chose a break to think & talk about it..

Life comes only once..so change is always acceptable if and only if YOU in you are happy to accept the change..:)..

and loved the popular MJ quote about “life”

““If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”

Some Days…..

 

Life

 

“In almost everything that touches our everyday life on earth, God is pleased when we’re pleased. He wills that we be as free as birds to soar and sing our maker’s praise without anxiety.”

 

I love this quote……so much ………

 

Life is not same everyday…..some day it is so good that we feel why god gave only 24 hrs to end it..some day life is so bad that we wait and pray when the end would come. But whatever life turns , I always love to be the ultimate decision maker for everything I do. It gives me the complete focus and also a whole responsinility to sail it  even in a storm. I am pleased when things are at right direction, otherwise a fight between me & my god starts all of a sudden.

 

The better days are always welcomed warmly and also stay forever in the memory, so that at any point of our journey of life we can look back and see what we achieved .The worse days are supposed to be forgotten, but for me they are the most precious ones , because they make me stronger , and with their reference I become more bold to face even the worst situation.

 

Now one off the topic..For a while no nice hindi movies are getting released. Movies on weekends –I think I am watching movies since my engineering days..and those days ( hang outs with friends for a weekend special movie ) are always good….:-)

 

P.S : A very small blog after many days , I believe.

 

The biggest Miss when you are away from your place & A wish for “Her “

 

A wish for you

This blog, yes I am writing in a sad mood…..:-(  

I always write about the happier side of the life, I normally hide all sad emotions ,but today I am again sad…the reason is the same ..the Missing home syndrome is driving me crazy…..I am missing everything of my place because…..

Yes its my one of my best friends’ wedding tomorrow  and I again will miss it.

Earlier also in my blog  I mentioned about the female dominated friend circle of mine who are bonding since the very first day of our college life,and I told this also that it’s a wedding season going on …

I planned a lot to attend her wedding…but could not manage it this time.Tomorrow meri dost dulhan banegi……and I will again call up everyone to know how she is looking today, how the dulha is looking..how are they exchanging the garlands..Godd……In last five years I missed fifty important weddings of my loved ones.

 

Last year , also I missed my two best friends wedding ( from the same group)…This life is taking us somewhere where we cannot enjoy the present , and are clueless about the future..

I know people who got just one day leave even for their wedding.Career is soo important , but how to control this mind which is full of worthless emotions. I even could not buy a gift for her .

 

We start earning from an early age, we are focused, we have goal which seems like a mirage …So at the end of everything who is the looser? It’s the “ ME “ inside us.

 

Anyways……..just before the wedding night I would like to dedicate this poem of mine to Mousumi ( The friend who is getting married tomorrow ….)

 

I remember you studying hard,

I remember you  laughing loud,

I remember you everyday,

So I have something to say.

Everyone is special,so you are

Never change  even you go very far.

Life teaches us all basics

and so it looks so classic..

Love the heart that loves you

Never get upset and never argue.

Have faith in God and He is surely there

To rain love , dream, faith & care.

 

 

 

Happy married life Mousumi..

“Wishing you a wonderful life together,

May there be no hill too steep,

And the ground forever rise to meet your feet. “

 

 

 

 

 

TUM JIO HAZARON SAAL- Happy Birthday..

 

 

When I was a child, I used to consider him ,3 days younger than me..though I knew he was much older…later when I grew up & used to watch him smiling “dil se “ , I used to feel very happy for him.. I always think he is sooo genuine. he is so honest..when he talks , he looks so dignified. He is the only celebrity who never did any drama for personal benifit , a clean character & a honest husband of Madame Anjali , he maintains true professionalism , never ever mixed his personal life with other things..

 When he receives some award, I feel so proud…On the Cricket Battle ground I always feel he doesn’t present himself,. but the millions of Indian hearts those love him most…

 

He still looks so down to earth though he achieved so many awards–

Padma Vibhushan,Wisden Cricketer of The Year, Padma Shri, Arjuna Award, Rajiv Gandhi Khel Ratna..

On a personal note :

You grow older, you get more award,..but you are still my childhood hero (whom I kept on the 1st page cover of my notebook,on the cover of my text books,as the sticker on the wall above my study table….I have a huge collection of your photos , posters,news paper cuts in  a file , from the time when you were 17 years old & I was a child  )

 

 

 

We love you, we adore you. You have a golden heart..achieve more success..sky is the limit..

 

Happy Birthday to you ,Mr Sachin Tendulkar!..

24^th April, every year I wish you a very happy birthday, since my childhood days  I have never missed it….:-)

 

The idiot box, IPL & the Greatest Reality Show

 

Charming India

 

 

 

 

Yesterday it was V-day here, so an upexpected extra holiday …

I spent whole day in front of the TV…..the idiot box..after buying this TV , I everyday think that I could have saved that amount in my savings or at least invested somewhere else.I really do not get anything to watch on nowadays..Every soap in different channels looks alike, talks alike..everybody ,every character is sooo negative that I feel OMG, how the characters are surviving without killing each other, in every soap every person at least has two extra marrital affairs, the mothers are aways sad and mother in laws the richest in the world with all designer dress & ornamnets…with that the Reality SHow..Madame Sawant is searching for a nice groom , so we all are supposed to watch her nakhra ( as if we all are mindless)..LOve is a war in other channel , where I really think censor board should do something, the girls & boys in that show made the “sweetest-thing-in-the-world-which -is -love ” so ugly that people will be scared to fall in love after watching that show…the whole concept in that show is love is nothing but sharing bed,touching,wearing small clothes,and making indecent,vulger comments with beep noise..:-) They are showcasing the youngisthan there, but whats about those youth, who are working 24*7 everyday to make some bank balance ,in this IT ?Shame on that channel. They show another reality show, where a certain lady try to look as much ugly as possible by her irritating scripted dialog  & her over-make-up..and we are supposed to understand that thats the realiy. A girl talks soo rubbish everyday in that show, but still none cut the show as a beep noise make our mind questioning after each beep :”Oh..what slang did she use?”..

In another channel , a married lady was supposed to give an “agni-parikhsha ” to prove the non-existence of the infidelity..:-)..thats how the channel are teaching modern indian women the earlier tradition…and we say we are changing..

Leaving from this topic, let me tell you my yesterday’s experinece. I watched all news channels yesterday..and everywhere the same news ( sometimes with a breaking tag, obviously not heart breaking!) ,same style of news reading..

“Now we just saw what Mr X, the candidate from South Bangalore is thinking about the change in the policy..Now lets talk about Cricket, in IPL yesterday Mr Shajrukh Khan has said…”..Mr X & I who really wanted to know more about his thought process did not get much time to know each other..:-)..the more importance was obviously how the Mr King Entertainer explained with all jhtakas about the IPL match..Its fun to watch him , just like some years back Guys loved to watch Mandira & her cricket commentry! lol..:-P

After some time the greatest reality show started..Every where the camera ,and the great degree holder journelist started..” We we are at the X locality of bangalore, and our camera man is just showing you how many people of thie IT city arrived here ..Here most of the IT companies declared a holiday today and at our studio Mr Y from X company will  tell you how IT is supporting Indian democracy by giving an extra holiday ….”..Mr Y started giving all super “gyan “..and I went to another channel..

“We are at  Z localily of south Bangalore, where this person does not believe in a system where people elects on the basis of caste, god, religion..” I got some interest because getting this kind of person is bangalore is really rare…Here people shows off always,how much they love their god..Anyways that person talked nicely , but I doubt how many votes he would get from these god lovesr, caste biased people..

I went to another channel, where a TV reporter was taking an interview of another candidate of a small town of Karnataka , and he was talking all bull**** about many irritating things..tradiotn, culture,,and how he does not drink anything other than milk, how many times he performss his daily rituals..and the TV reporter was holding the mouth speaker with  a pleasant smile..

I finally switched the TV off………The news channels are showing the greatest,funniest reality shows these days..

But Indian Government should put some restriction, I believe..

In my opnion , news papers & news channels should not be sold off like this..they are our messangers in this democracy..They cannot a support some party even in a passive way.

I hate to see any party’s advertisement by any way on the TV..Choosing someone is our right, thats completely on us, an AD  song about that party is always exaggerating & misleading ..we the educated people of India will never vote you unless we know you well, unless you build the faith in us that you also love our India  like we do..

and there lies the voice of the youth ..:-)

The First FYI

 

 

 

Years back when IT was not at risk, when IT was absolutely ruling joyfully in every multiplex, in every branded watch shops ,in every designer dress showroom ,that time this girl entered into that completely new world. The world seemed to be the finest as no other thing could bring  some long cherished dreams of her into reality.

Slowly she opened her eyes, slowly she could understand a a few things, slowly she understood : to be in the long race ,she has to stop feeling truth as truth , and white as white.

The next morning was another start, the second innings of the life match. She saw someone who would be her guide. She thought there might be some differences between a teacher & guide.

She got some instructions, she thought of following that..but someone already told her that she would get a guide who would  not instruct her without letting her open the wings ,without knowing her thoughts.She remembered the definition of guide & leaders..

She could not finish it.She stopped in between .Oh yes, She needed a guide to complete her assignment, she wanted to follow the instruction,but when the destination is not guided , then how to complete the journey! She thought it whole day, whole night..

 

And she could not complete it.

Next day an electronic mail arrived to her long cherished own identity bearing mail box :

Dear “She “,

Nothing can be spoon fed in IT,You have to learn everything by your own.

FYI ..

Thanks & Regards

The guide

 

She understood, life had turned into something, and in this new journey of life there should not exist love, expectation, emotions. She needed to forget those words and needed to replace them with another word “Professionalism “ –the word which applies to own self and none else!

 

 

 

“Missing Home Syndrome “

This is happening for many years…I miss my home a lot..I am not a kid who always cries with the sorrow “Mujhe ghar jaana hai ” because working outside kolkata was my choice only..but yes I miss my family ,bengali food,known people’s smile,neighbour’s queries,and anything of Kolkata(that city is old,that city is charmful,that city has something which none of the cities has,and that’s why british gov made it the capital of INDIA) specially the book shops on college street ,my favorite New market(oldest shopping mall in India) & Kolkata Book Fair….
So I always try to recover from that “missing home syndrome”..How?By having bengali food,by going to some “*” rated bengali cuisine restaurants,by watching bengali channels on TV (well regional programs were good even some years back,now even regional soaps are following the ideology of Ekta Kappor,so its “non-watchable” by educated people!), by watching old bengali movie songs on youtube ,by listening to nice bengali songs any time..
Well,it helps to reduce at least 45% pain.Then?The rest part I do is,planning my leaves (well no plan helps finally!!) and checking flight details..(Man!I hate flights & airports..I am just bored of packing & un-packing my luggage..I am bored of seeing the same blore airport..and also the distance from airport to city just makes me more homesick..Can you believe it takes more time to reach my place from airport than the kolkata-blore flying time?)
It reduces another 10% pain..
Then???????I check every friends’ orkut snaps & scraps..If I miss a wedding of  any good friend ,then picasa & orkut help me to stay connected.Gtalk & yahoo mess help me to give & take useful tips from friends.Those who are at their kolkata home,call me some times  so that I dont miss any single thing happening there.( Didnt I say earlier ,if God exists ,he has blessed me with so many good friends).It reduces another 20% pain..
Then??
I do not know.I do not have anything to reduce the pain…it implicitly stays on the mind..some time due to hectic work I forget it..but at the EOD I miss everything of my home at kolkata..
I feel every city is better if you have your known ones with you all the time..if you have good friend circle..if you get your favorite food, and if there are lot many cheap multiplxes (!..then blore is not in competition)..I like blore  too ( though cant compare it with the metro Kolkata ,delhi & mumbai)..though I fight with the auto drivers all most everyday ,though the english speaking vegetable vendors are really rude,though most of the population here  think that the IT people are fortunate to earn so much money (and actually they are worthless+ with more fortune!)but I love this green garden city,at least sometimes! When I go for a walk to the green parks of bangalore , when a rainy evening brings cool breeze ,when I meet another IT girl ,with same kinda frustration , then the pain heals a bit..

Chit -Chat Version 2

Writing fiction after a long gap..:-(

Chit-chat ( On Fight in Love )

Guy : What do you want from me ?

Girl : Promise there wont be another “She “.

Guy : But where? In my world?

Girl : Am I so shameless, Should I utter every single word?

Guy : Oh Ok, so possessive ..

Girl : Uhu ,never I am a bit aggressive ..

Guy : I promise I will never see anyone except you .

Girl : But I cant stop, I will look at a few.

Guy: But ,You only asked me to promise. (surprised)

Girl : Yes, but I hope that was not a compromise.

Guy : Oh My God, girls are just inhumane.

Girl : Yes ,and you forgot that yesterday ,while having those chow-mein?

Guy : now why the topic went to chow-mein ?I had sooo little!

Girl : I always remember that,as that day I only paid the bill.

Guy : You are so mean, I am surprised with the conversation .

Girl : I think the first statement was just another mutual admiration.

Guy : Which one ?that I cant look at another “She”?

Girl : Isn’t it so normal , and don’t you agree?

Guy : I always love you , and please no more fight

Girl: As you don’t know that fight holds love so tight! J

 

 

 

It’s really tough to smile back, when your heart is crying inside

 

 

 

Happy+Sad

 

 

 

 

 

“Life is like a mirror, we get the best results when we smile at it. “—I believe in this. But what do you think about the situation , when you have to wear a smile though your heart is crying?….

I wont call it “drama” because when we smile , we show the happy “ME“ to the world and keep the sad “ME” hidden inside, and believe me it takes your guts out to show that..I would call it another kind of social service ,when you do not want to let other people worry about your well being.

~ A smile is a curve that sets everything straight. ~

 

I think when a baby smiles, that’s the most genuine & purest smile in the earth, she never gets anything to hide inside..and move on….

We need to motivate ourselves at every moment , after every accident , we tell ourselves – Everything happens for the best, and we try to hide the depression with that curve , a curve which is called “smile “…….:-)

 

If you see a friend without a smile; give him one of yours, so that at least everyone else can understand: Everything is just okay.

 

O god , Give me so strength

That sorrow takes a short length,

And happiness rules all over the mind,

I can be true to myself and a bit of kind,

I can forgive them by being a blind .

 

As you say slow & steady wins the race

O god, let me never loose my grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hard disc is out of space,so remembering some old days

 

 

“Your birthday is a special time to celebrate the gift of ‘you’ to the world.”

 

Life is a big journey. but then also we feel “why has god given me such a little time?”..we live each moment, we feel the joy,we pass through tough times,we loose someone,we gain love,we do hope,we do get frustrated..and while doing so, we look at around, we find that we are not alone,we have so many co-passengers who are in the same boat,there is no difference in our feelings..we all human beings feel alike,look alike and smell alike..

 

Today another candle has been added on the cake..and suddenly I felt my memory keeping hard disk is out of space, with so many experiences,so many people around,so many people who left their mark in my journey..so it’s a “look back time “ so that I can clear out my hard disc here(by expressing certain things on my blog,I will get some free memory! J )

 

College life is something which I think I will never ever forget.. it started with new hope,new new worries, new plans ..and still it holds a strong presence in my everyday life ..When I meet any of my good friends I become a child once again, we remember each good moments spent in our hostel..Birthdays were the best things ..I had a group , of 6 female friends ( who still exist in my life )…I remember the first birthday we celebrated, that girl already slept ,( hardly she could guess our innovative idea) and we all suddenly attacked her with a candle …it was dark..and five other girls with a thin candle…I can still think..whether she was glad or horrified..well I still can remember her expression!:-)

Birthday Shopping was another funny thing ( still its funny …now it has converted to wedding shopping!..everyone is getting married now J )  we used to contribute ,suppose Rs 200 per person , so budget used to come around 1000..so the first thing was to plan what we would buy,whether she would like it..and the budget used to be 1000-20= 980 Rs, the Rs 20 was the rickshaw fare (everytime it was the same, no budget without the rick fare!)..now in this 980, Rs 20 for greeting card, Rs 10 for flowers ,Rs 100 for the cake..and ……………….

Without any knowledge in general ledger ,someone used to manage the accounting ( and I was the worst in it,though I was the planner always!..creative me !:-P )……..Whenever it used to be my birthday, from 10 th April, my friends used to avoid me.In each close door discussion, I was even not invited for once..and I used to take it as a compettion..I used to spy around to know what gifts they were going to buy for me ( still I am the same!)…My first bday gift from my dear hostel mates ( the group of six) was a blue colored side bag,which was so stylish that even now I have kept that in my almirah …..

And the next step used to be :Taking Birthday Parties..Menu & Venue already decided…The birthday girl used to just pay the bill (obviously after having the food with her dear friends!)

 

I still miss those golden days…Can you believe I never  felt lonely while being with them?Can you believe my sweetest friends did make “kheer” for me on my bday,last bday in my hostel life..?

They took so much space of my heart,of my memory..that whenever I remember them,my memory gets flooded with so many experiences..:-)

This birthday, I just wanted to say….:

No matter how much you remember me,

 No matter tomorrow how the sun will be..

 I ‘ll get old ,and you tooo,

 You ‘ll always be remembered, whatever I do.

 

 

Happy Birthday to Archita..:-)