Tag: Weirdo

Jol tagged me and now here I am proceeding to write 7 of the weird?? things about me and my first ever ‘Tag’. Not sure whether all these are weird… I might have missed the ‘really’ weird ones… :”>

Rules and regulations (copy pasted):
So here’s how the tag goes…
1. Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog. – Done
2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself. – Wait till you reach the end of the rules – Done
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs. - To be done yet… 
4. Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. – 3 not done, so 4 NA

Here are the seven weird facts about me:

1. I know several people in the real world and probably have much more than 7 close friends, but in the blog world I know less than 7 people – which is the reason I was delayed in responding to this tag. (I am therefore unable to complete steps 3 & 4 of the tag rules).

2. My seeming small handbag, when I go to office, is filled with 5-7 small & medium ‘dabbas’ containing the food for the day – from 2 types of fruits to salad to chapattis & sabzi to snacks as well & I religiously eat every 2/3 hrs even while I work quite seriously ;)

3. I have not yet read any ‘chicken soup’ stuff, and I say that I don’t like it even without trying…

4. I have the habit of storing dried flowers, gift wrap ribbons, greeting cards, shells, even old lot of visiting cards, etc thinking I will make something nice & creative out of it; but its just lying there – my creative senses do not seem to exist or are too dormant… – more possibly I am too lazy…

5. I am definite to make spelling mistakes if the ’spell- check’ option is ‘ON’.

6. During my school and college days, I used to study walking about the house – could never study sitting in 1 place.

7. In Volvo buses, I like the first row seats which gives the full view of the road ahead – especially on the Mumbai-Pune Expressway!

Oh God!

God-fearing! a word we have quite often heard… we are supposed to be god-fearing, but I never understood why?

My understanding was and is that one would fear God if one has done something wrong, something against the conscious of own’s mind. So does it mean that when we are asked to be “god-fearing” we are actually being told that ‘do something inappropriate / contrary to the principles of justice or law’…

 Can’t we for God’s sake be “god-loving” instead?

The Mayflower tree

For as long as I can remember into my childhood, every summer this Mayflower tree with its flaming red-orange blooms welcomed me to my native place ancestral home. As soon as annual exams were over & we were ready to make our trip to Mangalore, my mind’s eye used to be filled with the vision of this tree, its beautiful blooms – all vibrant and swaying to the summer breeze, blooms on the ground everywhere around the tree. It was like an indication of happy times ahead, past the gates where it stood, reunion with lots of cousins, laughter and fun times. To the left of the gate near the tree used to be the cowshed. There used to be some place on the thick walls of the cowshed compound where we could sit and gaze inside to all the cows there or outside to the tree and the rest of flora, greenery around. While the elders slept or relaxed in the afternoons, we cousins used to specd time here near the mayflower tree and the gate. The cowshed had one cow which used to almost urge you to continue caressing its neck… once you touched it.

 

A short drive-way past the gates brought into view this ancestral home which holds so many of my childhood memories. So many rooms, so many people, so much space (compared to Bombay) – all uncles, aunts, grandmother and cousins being together. I remember 1-2 corner rooms which used to be filled with books and where I could be found on some of the afternoons curled up with a book – could even be a non-detailed English text book (it contained stories) of one of my uncles! I have also been in this home for 4-5 weddings & then the place would wear such a lively look with all the people bustling about…and the fragrance of flowers and food everywhere!

But you must be thinking what am I going on about? I have been writing flowery statements about the Mayflower tree and all I show you is a ’stump’. But thats what it has got reduced to now… the tree grew old and hollow and broken - to bec0me this sad-looking stump, bereft of its glorious colours… And somehow unfortunately this hollowness of the tree seems to be reflected in the home as well now. People have moved away, grown and flown away in search of their futures, to newer destinations.

When I now visit this place, roam through the various empty rooms in the house, walk through the almost empty cowshed and gaze at the stump of my beloved Mayflower – I can only relive those wonderous memories.

How I wish my Mayflower tree would bloom once more….

in blog world

My dear friend ‘mutters’ and I ‘muse’… 

14 years??

Yesterday i.e. 4th Oct marks 14 years of life as an employee, a ’salaried’ person, a person in ‘Service’. 4th Oct1993 – the day I joined Aptech. Now at my 2nd job, 14 years seems such a long time to me and I wonder about people who have spent 30-35 years in a job! Quite a few people join a company / organisation and retire from the same place – I admire their patience and perseverance or probably they really loved their work enough to stick on… Will I ever last so long as these people??

But now in these days of fast-paced IT life one who doesn’t change his / her job within 2-3 years is made out to be less than competent or complacent. Nobody thinks that you can like your work and so stick on at one place…

My First Step

… into the world of blogging.

It feels quite funny. Never a person to put down thoughts into words on paper, least of all digitally; being more of a one-to-one, face-to-face chat person.

Well I hope I am able to get around in this world enough to be able to share my few thoughts and get through to at least a few readers. And I hope I don’t walk through this world like I do in the physical world my friends would know what I mean…

So here I come…