maa

Although her bones are weak , her heart has proved its mettle..
Her sight weak but her vision has given me direction

Never dresses up according to my taste but she has the most beautiful look,
Calm and mostly mum, her face is an open book.
Looks killingly cute when looses cool
Feels if she’s so, how can I be such a fool
It’s a mystery to explore her pain
Has got an amazing charm though apparently a plain-jane
From attire to food to being penny wise
She is my ever encouraging guide….
Just can’t imagine it, and if ever have to
Life without her will be an ugly surprise!!!!

‘My mummy Sweet mummy’
You are the best mother
My mummy cute mummy,
you make me feel so better’(source unknown)

Always an inspiration at an unending length
I confess my mom is my weakness
but also my strongest strength !
Bestowed by her on my wretched soul
I owe this life to her
Reverence unlimited, I love maa more than this and All !!

of Late

Never knew I am such a loner. I never enjoyed those messy gatherings though. All the speed has brought it to a standstill, life for me has turned out to be a series of decisions with dreams dwindling ; and these aforesaid set of words adorn my gtalk status message space these days from the point where they start making sense. Off-late life taught me the art of expecting the unexpected. Off-late it informed me about all my dreams , perhaps I always took them for granted before. off- late it made them look so difficult to come true.
I remember how i had completely forgetten every problem in an attempt to live up with th speed. It went fast but only to bring it to a hault. Had thought of gifting him big from my first salary although maa has always been my favourite when it comes to gifts and myself as a whole but this time wanted to make him feel special and believed he would like it. He always does ...DID when bhaiya brings..brought those new pairs. Offlate life intimidated me that I was two months late for that, August 's two months away from october (placement time) till when he chose not to wait.
Offlate life taught me punctuality but the schedule was never intimated. Now, I know I am the defaulter without knowing the deadlines which I had to stick to...The punishment is the harshest of all which I got in my lifetime. I lost him Off-late......

'A Sinema on Sunday and no one's away'

'Sasho, how can you you not watch a movie like DDLJ?' I screamed. The other day when sasho with his trademark sarcastic smile for things he finds worthless told us that he has not seen the modern classic of hindi cinema, I went furious(discount the mild exaggerations). We are communication students and what a shame not to have seen DDLJ. Now, sasho has to bear with the torture and there was no escape......
I was waiting for today, Sunday, Sinema and Sony a perfect mix to bring us all together. We all sat before the TV screen and it became a little too many for the sofa to accomodate all of us, I never was at the mercy of it though. Safely seated on the ground the only trouble was Nimit's disguised bullies which appeared to me to be coming from him fetching him end number of slaps but actually were extended by sheshadri with love. And nothing interesting with it, however for these guys, I really managed overpowering Karan Johar cinematic creativity in DDLJ with my dissertation visuals on the laptop. Just to mention I am working on 'nudity in advertising'.
Kajol is fat and Indian in the movie. And there were usual discussions of why do women have to be slim to be called beautiful, with doses of mathewism coming from here and there. Vibha could not hold her excitement with every frame in the movie and sasho his sarcasm, Unnu should also have been around. And then came ' 'zara sa jhoom loo main... ssssss Thandi Thandi pawan..'and we rushed to bring our dinners upstairs competing with our vocal chords to prove our respective spoofing talents. The family gathering continued with still an hour left for the movie. The photography ritual followed and how can one dare miss me in the picture; I had to be there, so a number of them had to be clicked. The gtalk status messages flaunted our familial bonds and we were so proud. The funny insights, the lovely feelings and the nasty comments- 'Now we know from where does Karthik draw his inspiration for those aammn...hmnn ns.. courtesy shahrukh' these guys have never missed an opportunity to pull one's leg.

Although our knowledge restricts but I happily go against the Market Research Society of India, and commit this mistake to call ourselves a FAMILY. Together we fall to get up and checkout another sunday blockbuster, meanwhile placements need our little attention..hehehe...

Tuf Times when A 'Place meant' (small cubicle is what we r fighting for!)

Eclectica, the placement team when grudges the cribbings we bitch. We don't have better things to do anyway when all the ignorance is turning out to be bliss for most of those placed so far. The rejections , the selections but please dont talk about the awaited results. Only I know how I have longed the prefix WIZ. before my name only to wait forever for the phone call which never ringed on my rarely on ringing mode mobile. So many make it and so many screw however everyone has his/her own way of expressing the joy and annoyance. Nimit doesnt eat out of happiness when he becomes the Euro champ and a few shun eating because they sincerely want to make it( if at all starving could help). And when all the hope is hooked on a newcomer(new company) its karthik who applies and we know its a goodbye from the prospective guest. Unexpectedly, he speaks these days and starts his day with Media Planning instead of Good Morning! Can't help it because one day while on phone he suddenly realised that he was born to be a media planner and veritably so...the person on the other side was the head of media planning from Times Private Treaties ;)/
CSR for Mohit, Film marketing for Archit, Digital for Sasho and for me its Branding. We see placements comes to us with varied countenances. Can you believe this ,it had become digital for me when I presented myself as a dedicated blogger in one interview. What metamorphosis ! We have almost mastered camouflaging better than the chameleons do.
Kotler , I thought would come handy but the knowledge in hand hardly comes out in the closed room where my prime focus boils down to cover up the self papable fumbling in my voice. Tyroo was interesting with the glass in hand and for it, the task to brand in hand. I had forgotten all my branding gyan which I keep disseminating amongst my colleaugues. 'We call it 'Gallasy' and because of the high association of a glass with water , it has to be water which is the tool for throwing the brand appeal. 70% of our body is made up of water so the punchline should be...Know 70% of youself go for gallasy' I said when was asked by the sardar uncle in the interview to prove my claim of being creative. Later found it stupid, however couldnt think of anything better than that then.
These are the times when the Mind goes for a six to put us in a fix. Together we strive to make a place ...its the way forward from positioning to a Position, wish did not have to struggle with this damn recession!

Stone's throwaway is my 'Home away from Home'

Early in the morning at 9'o clock,

I leave my 'Home sweet Home'

for another Abode....

Greeted by ovals first, later come

a few smiles too

Nothing other than work-

No play, no fun, no song

for this place is true

There come, many others like me,

Some have to carry and others

find it at the end of their 'from home journey';

Never should these machines stop

We call them here desktop and laptop.

Many rules and embedded discipline,

You have to be on time and tidy and clean.

I am sincere, I work and apply my creativity,

After all its e-Shakti to have transparency and Accountability.

Some sweet buddies and a boss ambivalent,

but of late I realised he's also benevolent.

Midday meals when my tiffin travels,

Across the hall where we all sit together.

Posters, pamphlets, poems and plenty of color,

There's a notice board which these all or one of them jewel.

Bad net and 'daylong powercut' surprise

Can't acknwledge more that its a blessing in disguise..

Cruel work never allows me to play

but Powercuts bring Happy Day !!!

With no 'task to complete' around,

I reuse some trash paper to

Freely pour my heart down !

Here, I spend my day from morning to dawn

My office is my new 'Home away from Home'

---- Veena

Chocolate Day

The same day with Chocolates

It comes every year and I grow old. It comes every year; I grow old and still be happy. This year was different. Yesterday was the day and I was not happy. Some Chocolates and dresses, midnight musical calls and cakes all were there but I wasn’t happy.

‘A year to my credit
with some additional pounds,
office replaced classes with voices around
with different sounds.’

I remembered my mom saying that same was the day, I came to this world many years ago (she doesn’t have to stretch her memory much to recall the day, implies that I am still not too old).
I had always been self motivated for my Happy B’Day but something changed in me and people around had to remind that it was the same day which used to bring twinkle in my eyes until a year ago. May be, I have so much started living in the moment and dreading the future that the present has become elusive.
On this, once more came the realization that of late I have grown up but am yet to become responsible…. Ek lamhe me simat jata hai sadiyon ka safar, zindagi tez bahut tez chali ho jaise….
Don’t know if I have become a moron or the grief in me really justifies itself.