Being funny!!!!!

There are people with, “in born sense of humour”.....i personally feel, its lot more fun to hang around with such people. Many times i had been a source of fun, to people who were very close to me, unintentionally...comme on, no one likes to get embarrassed to make others laugh...Me too !!!It all started from my first job....where no-one-liked-my –boss, but she- liked- me -so much... Once there was an executive client meeting, to which all our bosses were invited and we in turn had a happy work day! (we were GET’s)......suddenly i was invited to join the meeting. Few, gave me instructions on what to talk, how-to-manage-if-my-boss-blames me for all mistakes, while few congratulated... I went to the meeting room, looked out for MY BOSS,others were too busy to take notice of a new entry...there, she was with full smile...i sat next to her (with Heavy invited-to -sign-a huge deal FEEL!)as she introduced me to the clients, . Gradually, she asked me to fetch a A4 sheet, next a correction pen, then a print out...,a Xerox, Tea, stapler, etcs .. i think you got it!, I agree, even the rest of the days i did similar things, but THAT was my first of its kind.. Experience in front of clients,also with the clients ..In that very evening, she asked me to fetch a Photostat of an old contract sheet, for some important discussion..I got back to the desk, found it as ragged paper, hardly legible after a very hard search. Obediently..,I requested the copy boy for a Xerox. He started the process...but the paper got stuck in the machine...(don’t know if it had happened to anyone else...).when he tried to remove it, the paper tore off. Needless to explain my embarrassment back there..Next day every one gathered at my place to enquire about my previous-day-client discussions .It happens! I too have goofed up with her (my-boss) many times ...Once i took off, irritated with her everyday Hitler effect. I smsed her that I was really sick. Sometime later, in a reply to a message from a friend I typed ”ya I bluffed her I’m sick but I’m hale and healthy ..etc(some scolding’s too).” and sent it wrongly to her number,people who know me will def know that I’m really good at sending wrong texts, typo errors..., by then she had announced it to entire department....and people called me just to laugh at my nonsense! this boss-me-relationship has been a source of entertainment to many at our office...

holidayyyssss!!!!!!!!!!!

Holidays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!home coming is always fun...
Once, All of us ( chennaites) from my team had planned to come to Chennai, for Pongal holidays. I had booked my tickets to Chennai in mysore express,inspite of that month's workload. The day before my travel, all my team mates ran around in full Khushi, greeting each other…ONLY My situation was very uncertain, blame it on weekly workload..(unlucky as always).
That day, It seemed like vacations began for everyone else, and I was LEFT with one more exam!!!! ...I dint receive many RED alert mails, thanks to holiday in FLORENCE. I totally utilized the opportunity and struggled with my workload , entire day, even without coffee breaks and completed almost 85% of it. …..still, that would not save me from having tough next working day ... just that,URGENT REQUIREMENT mails were on the way.…,ok..coming to point..like law of diminishing returns so were my hopes about my holidays…:-@I was Jealous..Angry…and of course was in verge of opening my eye-water tank to the next person .
And there she came, “Today everything will seem cool, tomorrow, everything will take a 180 deg turn and stop at your desk. U...better, go, tell the manager that, you are leaving tomorrow morning itself and stay back at hostel to board night train. Otherwise all of a sudden pressure will mount, and you’ll will be forced to stay back. We are all leaving tomorrow afternoon,(before florence off starts functioning), if you don’t want to stay alone, better listen”.
That was it.:-)oru jhansi rani feel,.. With all anger, anxiety, and little hopes, and went straight to my manager, told him I was leaving the next morning...etcs.... He analyzed all my deliverables, suggested me to delegate my workload to people who were available, casually asked me why I dint join the gang which was supposed to leave by next noon .., and greeted me happy holidays with a big smile, making my planned Lie task easy and very simple.Right at his desk, i mentally had landed in chennai, such an unexpected excitement. I reached my PG gigling all the way to happiness. Called and shared the good news with mom immediately.
then,I got a call from my team mate (who gave me this idea).
she enquired if i had executed the plan correctly..”
i was prepared for her appreciation on my bravery. ..
but there was a huge pause
i sensed something was in store for me...but never expected my manager to dittoo my holiday plans ..with different coach, S10(mine being s12)...the shock kept me awake all night, all possible negative sequences flashed in front of me..getting caught red handed,sothapifying more than project, then at office he will give me liar liar look all the time..Transformer burst’d inside…!!!!...in-between horror scenes the filmy me was also awake.
Mannan Padam.. Madri ,”Nanavathu …unga kitta sollitu vanden.., neenga enkitta itha pathi oru vartha kooda sollave illaye…)
So what…! kno? NOOOo...it did matter to me. Next morning, full upset, in fact upset square..!. I really had no courage to go to the station that night to board my train. But then, had to. So, Went to the station with jerkin, kerchief (Covering my face)., scarf…fully wrapped, heavy - theevaravadhi effect…and tensed as during the sem results!. Train was delayed by half hour...so i spent the entire time planning how to get in nd get down without being spotted . .Train reached chennai....yes,I dint get out of my berth,,,till the cleaners came and said train was leaving to shed...(if caught, i suck at dealing with it)
Good god,After all the drama I reached Chennai happily.
Return journey was even more interesting. IRCTC ticket booking ...bangalore.. Trust me it is difficult! If you are an early bird you will be rewarded with any seat from 1-8. u get me???? “Toilet view berth”..Railways had always rewarded me with one more comfort; mostly I had travelled in S12 coach (next to engine).
Annoyed with all the vacation confusions, I cursed my fate sitting alone….I saw my friends (who had to get down at KR..Puram). I lamented about my berth, the stench, engine horn, to them…
His was more complicated...He had recieved side middle berth...He joked that he had to plan ways and means to get into the berth from the time he stepped out of his house...,for getting out of the berth process...yes,he kept alarm 15 min before train halted at his station to execute process of getting out! man i saw and pitied him( i was also awarded similar one, so could'nt offer an exchange). And after all that, the compartment halted 1 KM away frm the platform @KR puram, and they had to jump and walk their way in the Bitter cold(3.15 a.m)..
Really sad! I wonder how our railways come up with such Ideas? .No wonder he lamented more than me...
In spite of such excellent adventures coming to chennai has always been very exciting!Catch ya later…

Small things...

5.2” tall and 42 kgs…it’s ME.
Whenever someone calls me, the first question will be”Have you gained some weight?” No , Never….till date, I am the same small gal.
I had joined work then. My brother was at his 10th class. Mom asked me (rather bugged) to go a X school and enquire about 11th class admissions. There i go.... some exams were on ,which put me to wait outside. After the exams, I went to the administration department. There I saw a staff and enquired about the admission forms. He turned, adjusted his glasses and gave me a stern look, Typical strict teacher look,( I in turn gave scared & pavam look) and he screamed at me of course very harshly “First go and concentrate on your 10th exams. After that come for 11th admissions”. Man! I was so angry, and no i did not explain about my working status...instead ran back home with tears...and yelled at my mom.... She started her drama with her usual screen play ” if you are so small how will you get married…?i don’t know when you’ll put on weight… ETC…”.
Like Vodafone network, wherever I go this SMALL issue follows. The story continues….when I had been to my relatives (whom I had never seen before!) wedding with mom,some of them were so nice to me till One old lady asked me few compulsary questions these aged people ask in every family function… esp in weddings ”tell me who am I to you?” ( family ragging!!!). I gave her a close up grin and nodded yes and no, both ways. She immediately turned to her gang and said, “Its long time since I saw her. Now that she is grown up I am not able to recognize”.
But it dint end there. She pointed at her friend and asked me if I knew that friend. I replied “no”. Then she again said “You would have seen us when you were small. Now that you have grown up so much you don’t remember”. First, I confirmed she dint mock at me.My heart broke into pieces, as they repeated GROWN up thing everytime. I suppose …last time I grew was around 7th or 8th class. And at the function i was a working WOMAN. These aged people somehow find target for their time pass in such big occasions,... But things were better since she told ME. Had she told my mom, then senti scene retake….After that incident I stopped attending marriage functions.
But, yes as u guessed, I had to attend mine…and this small network ka problem followed me even there. In my own marriage, we (my family and few close relatives) went the day before all others came. While having dinner, I sat in a corner, with mehendi in my hands. The caterer came and enquired everyone about the food taste,service etc... He completed his duty by asking my mom (sitting next to me) “shall we send the dinner for your daughter to her room”. My mom (100%confused,im her only daughter:-@) looked at me and asked him “why?”. He- “It’s very late and she has not had her dinner till now. If she is busy, we’ll send it to her room.” For the first time ( probably since she successfully found a guy who loved her daughter the way she looked) i saw my mom replying to such a question with a broad smile,“this is my daughter. She is the bride”. He casually replied “sorry, I thought it was bride’s sister.....”…
People who attend marriages make thier maximum contribution before exiting... they did in mine too..they did leave a note to my husband at the marriage hall, "every girl will put on weight after marriage because of happiness, we will see her after a year and will get know how you treat her..". /my mom was so relieved to have transferred her burden to him, happily, with a grand celebration…
Small story did continue .... Once, my husband and I went to a famous temple. While we prayed, the priest shouted at my husband “Sir, please move”, before i followed my husband he screamed “papa Move!” ...I know!now i gave him smiley look…, my husband gave him a Killer look! He came out and told me “I have decided to starve and become thin as you, reverse doesnt happen "!
Women feel happy when someone tells her she looks younger than her age…So am I !
However we are, Happiness lies in the way we carry our self!
Happy women’s day!!!!

Emotions recollected in tranquility!!!!!!

After lunch, I sat comfortably on my chair, and stared into the latest comments list wrt the document I had sent. The mail put a comma to my “one week struggle”. Time zoomed past, as I tried to figure the rectification methods. It was 6 pm and people were leaving for evening snacks.
My team members some how never created the feeling of working beyond office hours in me... I def take pride in telling this,.because they hardly go home. In fact if someone around my cubicle called it a day at 6 p.m, it meant he was on permission that day!
me…Man it was a tough day. I too wanted a break, break time is never been a lone one...i pinged my friend and we hurried to stuff our tummy and like other days we were fastest to return from break (rarely we have 20min long break ). We literally swallowed the samosa’s, sharing with each other the warm reception our design documents had recieved .That has always been so much fun,atleast it has helped us to take it easily...trust me we really enjoy the break time mainly because of this..finally returned to the scariest place in office,(my desk).like a brave soldier.., picked up the specs, took a deep breath and got ready… ya what else, just to look @ my mail box for more IMPORTANT, URGENT mails, cc ‘ed to almost all top level management people. Especially when it comes to mails pointing out my errors, i always had a gut feeling that BCC columns were also filled.I have to agree these escalations became routien...somehow with help of my fellow intellectuals(my team members were ), I came to a conclusion about the design document and called it a day around 8.30 p.m.
I hurried to my cab and sat near the window. Everyone in the cab was tired after the day’s long schedule. So, there was silence in the cab throughout the journey, say 1.5 hours. I relaxed and sat recollecting the day’s happenings. I realized, my mind was occupied with confusions, anxiety, problems. I just existed…never lived my life, I had spent all my today’s, worrying about my tomorrows.. I was sucked into the marsh of my routine life. Every day, I forgot to enjoy simple pleasures of life while I ran the rat race .Self evaluation and self realizations were the two best things I did that day. It gave me lot of confidence and hope. Then I put aside my laptop,i.d and looked through the window, chill breeze swept my face and immediately my hands went to shut the window, for, I feared to fall sick (the very next day I had to go to office to submit the document, i could not afford a SL).. The real me had always enjoyed the window seat, the chill breeze, view of passing by vehicles.. from my child hood.. I hide few thing because, I get scared to be tagged as maverick & also self imposed resctriction @work. This time, I decided not to let the child in me die. I opened the windows, switched on my Mp3 player, and listened to our all time best tamil music Imagine!, listening to pachai kiligal tholodu song from Indian , windows opened, chill breeze striking you, darkness everywhere, cars zooming past…..The real bliss of solitude. Isn’t it? Righteous Solitude is a pinnacle, the right time to discover oneself.
Like a saying goes” Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.”

Every day, smiling at the early morning ,
I wake up with emotions and wishes really new,
Sometimes, life shows me a road so clear,
That’s when I forget to notice even my near&dear,
I just jump into my track with a high spirits
the days, when I emerge “a champ ”,
I never ask why ME?
I concur with those praising god and join them.
But
Sometimes, it’s when life takes me for a ride,
I find it difficult to keep up my balance.
It’s when everything around me goes wrong,
I take notice of people running with me.
It’s when I want to smile but have to sigh,
I look around for someone, to lift my spirits.
when success gets delayed,
I yell at the god I prayed.
I realize life is not a race to be won,
It is a journey, filled with surprises and suspense’s,
If I look at life with a serious face,,
I life mirrors me a frown.
As I unfold each moment with a smile,
Life fills my moments with gold all the way...
I rejoice whatever is on my way today,
It gives me courage to face another day.
Life is a cycle, winners lose and losers win!
If not today, my chance to win will come soon…

The Resolution!

At the dawn of a brand new beginning, if some amendment in our ethics can show us a brighter path and a very happy journey ahead, definitely beginning of a new year is the right time to take a good resolution….Ah, cool! This is to justify the one I took!
Being an easygoing person, I had always enjoyed the last minute dash, be it a party, office, get together, meetings, everywhere.
I was working with a corporate company in Bangalore. I had to take my cab to office at 8 am sharp .The bus stop was at walk able distance from my hostel, say 5mins. But I always started late. So I used to run all the way (with a lap top heavier than me), scream, and somehow bring the cab to halt and board it. One day, I stepped out of hostel only by 8 a.m. So I called a fellow cab mate, who boarded the same cab in previous stop of mine and asked him to stop the cab for me. He did! From next day, that call was included in my routine irrespective of the time i start. In short, i gave him a cab-holding duty, since then, i called him to stop the cab for me, the moment i stepped out of the hostel. Once,For a change he replied” I will. But for that I have to reach my stop first! See the time, its only 7.45 a.m.”. He sounded bit harsh,i know who would not! but I ignored and walked my way to stop. When I reached half the way, I realized I forgot my id card. So ran back to hostel. By the time I came out of hostel it was 8 a.m. guess what!!? I called him (again) to stop the cab for me,1 st time itself he sounded harsh,this time he got confused..his mind voice would have abused me and asked him to change the route. That followed serious stares every time I met him in office.Enough, My manam rosham etc's finally showed up from their hiding place and I decided to be self dependent. I immediately adjusted my mobile time to 10 mins ahead of Indian standard time, following a traditional practice applied by  people who like to speed up the process.
Being a chennaitee, I visited Chennai that week end. After the Chennai visit, I returned to my hostel around 5.30 a.m., set alarm in my mobile and slept. The alarm rang and my mobile showed 7.30 a.m. Even though it was late, unusually, I was at my best, got ready soon!! I had 10mins for my cab. I slowly walked down the street with the jerkin on. I enjoyed the Exotic Bangalore weather, early morning fresh air. It was nice to see early risers’ fitness exercise and laughter therapies in the park nearby. I admired the old couples who jogged together and the small kids who bade good bye to their working mom. It was a wonderful walk. The sightless bard’s insight came up in my delight. I felt bad that I had missed nature’s visual treat because of my laziness. Hence I took a vow not to continue my “jab we met” style, to board the cab. I was embarrassed about my routine. I realized how many people were entertained by my morning nonsense,& laughed at me when I ran down the street, to take my cab.
I had reached my stop at ease, in spite of the relaxed morning stroll. I looked into my mobile, it showed 8.05 a.m. According to my adjusted mobile time,my cab had to come at 8.10 am to the stop. My overnight-time-sense confidence did not allow me to call my friend to find out about the cab.. even when my mobile showed 8.20 a.m. But, the doubtful me grew anxious when it was 8.35 am and called The SAME friend to enquire about the cab. The voice on the other side “what yar,? Usually you will call at 8.00a.m. to stop the cab, today you have reached stop half hour late and calling me to stop! The cab is almost near office.. it will automatically stop in the office. i don't have to do that job...giggle..giggle.”
I looked at my mobile it showed 8.35, very confusing...!The cab had come at the usual time to the stop and had almost reached office by then. The news was a real thunderbolt.Only then it stuck to me that someone Had changed/corrected my mobile time, back home . Without knowing that, I had calculated the timing with respect to the change I made the previous day and reached the stop 5 minutes late. The fact that made my ticker still weak was that, had I ran down the streets screaming for the cab to stop, my-regular-jab-we met shtyle, I would have taken the cab.
I decided to walk the way back to hostel. The walk to hostel was fraught with difficulty, tears ran down. From then slowly I try to improve my time sense. And at the beginning of this New Year, I have taken a vow to be on time for everything.
Wishing you all a very happy new year!

priceless lessons...

In a primary school sports day, they had their first event “balloon Game”. Each child had balloons tied to their ankle with string, and hands tied at their back. The object of the game was to burst other kid's balloons by whatever means possible, but they had to keep their own balloon from popping at the same time. The winner was the last child with maximum inflated balloons.
The game went like this,
Kids were tied with balloons, the whistle was blown. The kids pinched, stomped, squashed, ran, fought, jumped and enjoyed the blast! The game was about to end .PT Master walked his way to middle of the ground to declare the winner, the child who still was left with two inflated balloons.
Suddenly one cute kid, who stood next to the master all the while, ran inside the ground. Before everyone realized what happened, he busted the winner's (one who survived all the attacks for about 5 min) balloon. Every one stood suprised rather shocked.PT Master questioned the kid why he stood aloof all the while; he replied innocently that he never understood the instructions and so moved to a corner from where he watched everyone burst each other’s balloons. At the end when he caught sight of a guy with inflated balloons still tied at the back, he just sprang bursted it.
He was declared as Winner! All the other kids congratulated him.
Neither they formed a team and called for a strike nor did they walk out for the injustice. Instead they cheered up the winner. There was no commotion, no crying. The moment the winner was declared, the game ended for them. Every one moved on to the next game. All of them kept their zest going till the end and enjoyed rest of games throughout the day.
Looking back today, on all the joy and laughter our childhood has given us, we would often want to return to those good old days. Pinned with treasured memories everyone loves to reminisce about their childhood often. It still lingers in our thoughts, maybe because of the innocence or that we never knew to brood at that age or that we had lot of friends (I mean every person we met was our friend, there were no selection criteria because we had no expectations about our friends.) Even if we were rivals one day, we became friends the other, very easily.
One to walk and two to talk,
At that age we had friends at every door knock!
As we grow up, we see lot of smiles,
Some walk with us few miles,
Many hands we shake but very few are our friends.
We try to put lot of effort to understand the history and geography of every happening and expect too much out of other person. Analyzing the past brings lot of ill feelings, negative thoughts, wrong perceptions and jealousy. Relationship goes on… as we keep our cool and if we learn to forgive and forget.
“Alone I smile, together we laugh,
…. Alone I live, together we celebrate
That’s the magic of WE”.