Thursday, August 30, 2007

Strangers or Saviors?

As dusk sets in, whether the birds fly back to their nests or no, it starts raining heavily in Bangalore... So you kind of need to step out of the office space to the balcony to see the weather outside before you leave work...

Yesterday, after I double-checked the weather and kind of was sure that it was just a drizzle outside, I stepped out.. Unusually there was too much of traffic deadlocks on the road..... At least ten autos refused to come to the place I wanted to reach. In all the time that I was waiting there, I saw more and more people walking, waiting for auto, waiting for cab, waiting for bus, but no one really could get anywhere....I wanted to know if there is any major problem lest I get caught in the maze and find it difficult to get home. I was still closer to office and could take a refuge in the office portals instead of struggling on the road.... I approached another girl who seemed to have given up on the crowd and the non availability of a vehicle to get to where ever she wanted to.. So asked her "What's happening?, Any idea.....?" From her report, I learnt that there was some function in a nearby church and that there is a complete traffic block. There would be no autos or buses plying to most places in Bangalore for at least a few hours from then.

Fantastic.. That was the right piece of information you need when you need to rush home, and the sky is deciding between drizzle, rain and heavy downpour. I had to get home to take the most needed rest as my brain's charge was running out. Needed to recharge my mind with a good night's sleep. While I was still deciding my next move, I involuntarily looked at my watch.. It said, 7:15.P.M, which meant I had been struggling for the last half an hour and the dusk had long turned into dark... :)

Further down the road, I saw a bus stop with lesser crowd.. So thought I'd move closer to it. There was another girl, much younger than I waiting for a bus. She came over and told me that there would not be buses from where we were standing. I didn't quite understand what she was doing there till I noticed that she was expecting a baby in a month or two and did not want to take a risk getting caught in the crowd. I got concerned about her getting back home and asked her where she wanted to go. Her place happened to be closer to mine and so we decided to take an auto rickshaw when we find one. We chose to walk to the nearest junction to board an auto.

Only when we started walking, I realised the foolishness.. It was rainy and dark. The roads were slippery and I was kind of worried about the girl walking beside me. I prayed that we get to spot an auto at the earliest, so I do not have to take the tension of this girl struggling in the walk way, as much as me.. her struggle being more than mine and my mind's tensed state more than hers.


In a minute's time, I remembered that I had bought cream biscuits that evening. Now, I was unsure if she can have them and if there existed a rule of some sort that pregnant women cannot have cream biscuits.... She was very hungry and she decided to break rules. She took one biscuit while I finished almost the rest of the pack..

We saw a restless auto on one of the traffic signals... It seemed to me like the times when we have all hated to obey the teacher, but still bound by some unseen rope, we all eventually have listened to the teacher... The auto driver looked like one of them. The passenger got tired of waiting at the signal and hopped out of the auto. We managed to get into the auto paying a little extra than it usually takes for us to reach...Still, the extra money didn't really matter as we were too glad to have got a vehicle to go home...

It was 9:15 when the auto dropped her off on the way to my house and as we waved each other bye, I began to wonder... "Is she a stranger or savior? "

Am still wondering .... Were we Strangers to each other or Saviors? If you know Bangalore and what it means to struggle on a dark, rainy evening without a vehicle, without connectivity on your mobile, without knowing the language , you would find yourself wondering too.... :) Strangers or Saviors......... :) :) or probably " A Strange Savior..... " :) God bless her... :)

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Good read at work.............

Birbal was the intelligent courtier of King Akbar, who later became his management advisor. Birbal Tales is famous among most Indian children for the full-length humour that every story is lined with.

'Solve your Problems - The Birbal Way ' is a book by two Indian Authors. This book has about seventy short stories, with one or two management moral lessons at the end of every tale. It is hundred percent fun to read and a great way to take a break between work.

Never before would you have enjoyed management lessons as in this book. The morals in this book are, for a change, without management jargon.. and that's what you'd like about the book.

The cover page does not look like its designed for managers or grown-ups in general, the fonts do not look serious ( to me serious means - 9 point font, close spaced and long paragraphs) and you don't have to read it in one shot as you would want to read a novel.....

If you are the kind who is constantly aspiring to keep a cool environment at work, then 'Birbal Tales' is one of the best ways to help you out... at your own pace....

We have a copy of this book in our cube for anyone to stop by, spend five minutes on a story or two and leave our cube as a better informed person about management principles. Even if the management principles don't sink in, at least the stories would have brought a smile on the reader's face... and that's some times what you need to keep your work day alive with enthusiasm...

As I see, for best experience of the reading, you need to read a story or two per day and not finish the whole book overnight, however tempted you might be...

Sunday, August 12, 2007

This wish was special and a grand surprise to me on my birthday.. Have been thinking of posting it for quite long now.. Here it is...

A year older,
A year wiser

A year younger in your aspiration,
A year younger in your innocence

A year more of life and jubilation,
A year more of sense and nonsense

A year less of your tears that you can forget,
A year less of your trials and worries

A year added for your good memories and dreams,
A year added in your score of good friends

A year subtracted from your disappointments,
A year subtracted in anger and bad memories

A year more of opportunities you can get,
A year more of good food and amma's curries...

A toast to your new lease agreement with life :)

May all happiness and dreams find their way to you.

Some thoughts and people bless your lives in a very special way on your very special day.... This poetry is one of them....

Thanks friend. :) :) With due respect to the promise I gave my friend about not disclosing the identity and my own principle of not using my friends' original names in my blog, I have not given my friend's name here.. :)

Monday, August 06, 2007

Stop to think........

Finally, last Saturday I managed tickets to watch the much-hyped Tamil movie, "Shivaji" starring Rajinikanth in one of the seven auditoriums of PVR Cinemas, Bangalore.


We reached the place at about 3:00 O clock, just in time for the 3:10 show. I don't particularly recall when I had become impatient about the delay in a movie theatre... but for the kind of money you pay here, I think I began to expect great service.... which for a start meant meant, screening the movie show on time.


We waited till 3:20 for the "doors of the fort" of Audi - 4 to open and walked on the red carpet (Required????!!!!!???), found the seat and settled with the costly and famous duo of popcorn and coke we had just bought. Could not help thinking about the last time when the popcorn tripped off my hand, scattered all over the carpet...and about how I was sorry about that throughout the show... :)


During the intermission, we stepped out to shell out some more money on a plate of north indian snacks. As we started eating, we realised that we would get late for the second half of the movie if we stood outside the Audi till we finish eating. Every one else in the theatre had their hands full of eatables and paper cups. I was considering starting my own movie theatre for a minute when I understood the intelligence the PVR Cinema proprietors had. This place didn't allow outside food and had costly snacks. No one seemed to have any thought on spending so heavy for a minimal quantity of the eatables that you got. So the theatre made a huge profit, even after you consider the expenses on maintenance... My movie theatre dream got disturbed when 'Shivaji' started talking on the screen.


After the show got over, with a lot of queries on the worth of the money that the director has spent on the movie, and the craze of the people for the movie I stood up from where I was seated. I stepped onto the paper plate that I had plugged on to the coke holder on my chair, intending to throw it out after the movie. I had no idea when the plate had fallen off.. I trashed the plate and the coke cup at the nearest dustbin, on my way out of the Audi.

In the now, well-lit Audi, it was sad to see that the plates and cups and plastic covers were scattered all over the place.The people in the theatre seemed to be well educated enough to know the importance of keeping a public place clean. Yet, no one bothered about clearing the paper plates and cups after they were done.

Immediately, I recalled the wait outside the theatre that all of us had to put up with ( albeit for ten minutes ) before the movie began and how I hated it. Now I was wondering how many long minutes it would take for the house keeping folks to have this place cleared up before the next screening which was due in ten minutes... They were pretty fast I should say. Still, for the kind of mess the Audi was in, I am sure the next show would have got delayed....

Now I know, there is no point in blaming any delay, for all you know, you or your folks might be the cause for it.... Stop, think and then blame.... :) May be we never will blame anything or anyone if we really stop to think.... :)

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

A Nice Tamil Poetry


I just happened to remember this tamil poetry. For those who dont understand the poetry, I can tell you, its about a few basic things that you should wish for in life.

Aasaipadu Pennae Aasaipadu...Osaipadaamal nee Aasaipadu...
Kaalai nera Kaatrukku...Aalai Izhukkum Kuyilukku..
Punnagai Seiiyum Anbukku...Podhum Endra Manasukku..

Poramaiyilla Pugazhukku...Puthagam padikkum Iravukku..
Kalaiyilladha Varavukku...Kadanilladha Vaazhvukku..
Noilladha Ilamaikku...Thanimaiilladha Mudhumaikku...
Aasaipadu Pennae Aasaipadu...Osaipadaamal nee Aasaipadu...

Naalai Pookum Malarukku...Nalladhu Seiyyum Natpukku..
Sutham Niraindha Veetukku...Sonnadhu Ketkum Pillaikku..
Pasithu Unnum Vayitrukku...Paduthaal Urangum Padukaikku..
Aasaipadu Pennae Aasaipadu...Osaipadaamal nee Aasaipadu...

Edhu? or What?

ஆசை எளியது. அடக்கம் வலியது. வறுமை கொடியது. உண்மை கசப்பது. குடும்பம் கூடுவது. கோபம் சிறியது. ஒற்றுமை பெரியது. நட்பு நிகரற்றது. பாசம...