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Many of my posts would be related to the discussions I have with my driving partner. So this one is again a reference to such a day, where we were driving back home. She is a good story teller and we were once discussing about the way we pray to God. She told me about her uncle, who was a very Spiritual person. One fine winter, he was reading Bhagvat Gita and in his left hand held a cup of tea. A sip of the hot tea was followed by a shloka of Gita. My friend's mother was watching all this and she being a God fearing lady, pointed it to uncle that what he was doing was not correct. How can anyone feel spiritual or pray to God while eating or drinking? Our Mr. Uncle handled the question beautifully. He gave an example of a child, who at his home, is chirpy, free spirited, doesn't think twice before doing or saying anything because he feels secure, he knows he belongs to that place..probably that's why the term 'feel at home'. But when the same child goes to a neigh...

Most of the time while getting back home I join a friend of mine who drops me at a metro station. In my second or third visit itself I noticed a bhelpuri wala. This man is not like other local market tapri wala. He was clean and seemed well organized.  He had 4 plastic covers, each containing onion , tomato, coriander and green chillies (all uncut). Highlight were the fresh lemons. He had papers folded like cones. A box with masala and a cover with loads of mixture. Like any office goer returning home, I too was slightly hungry for some munching. What better than bhel. I liked the way he customized my bhel by checking for the quantity of chilly and lemon. I liked it so much that I got one more for my sis. Thus began the love for bhel. One day it so happened that my husband was about to pick me up and I was waiting just next to the same bhel guy. I was an observer that day. In a span of 20 mins this guy served around 8 customers.  Interesting! I began talking to him(shhh......

I commute from office to home with one of my friends. She and me have a lot in common and hence end up discussing many things. We discuss, share, debate and almost everyday our drive back to home becomes a mini 'journey' in itself. One such day we were discussing about how our parents showed their love towards us and what has changed now. We realised that our parents were never too vocal about their affection for us. It was not necessary for a parent to tell the kid that he/she loved him a lot. It was understood. But now, be it doctors or teachers, advice parents to express their love every now and then. What happened? What has changed? Still half way, we started discussing on what all could be the possible reasons. We realised that one reason is, parents these days are away from  home for almost 12 hrs in a day. Once back home, both of them are too tired to take the kid out for a walk or to the garden to play. Our parents made sure that they spent quality time with us. Next...

While commuting by my office bus yesterday, I saw the hanging near the driver seat and remembered an incident. Few years back, my dad's Korean friend had  come to Bangalore to meet us. We will call him Mr.X. My dad and granny are a big fan of Hanuman . So he has this Hanuman in flying position hanging in our car. Now this Mr.X was quite fascinated by this Orange God. My dad being a good story teller, recited the story of Hanuman's strength and his deeds. Mr. X was so impressed that he wished to name one of his grandchildren (yet to be born) as Hanuman!! While on the way back to Airport, he wished to have the Flying Orange God since he won't be able to get one in Korea. My dad immediately offered him the one hanging in our car. On the way back home, we bought a new Hanuman. Before setting him up on the dashboard, we just checked where our Orange God was made in and imagine what was written..'Made in Korea'!!!

I was thinking on what would make my blog a success. Get everyone notice me? Something different. Then I thought may be awesome vocabulary with loads of complicated words and jargon. Then I decided to write my today's blog using all the possible words I know. If I do not know some words, I will take the help of the universal Guru- Google. _________________________________________________________________________________ My alacrity/appetency to share my esurience for Vocabulary with candor would be animadverted by a few. A few would objurgate.But how else do I display how  erudite I am. My confusion is that as a response to this writing, would I get impertinent comments or praise? There may be a few indolent readers, who would not even bother to pick up a dictionary to check the meaning. But for the maverick that I am,it bothers me the least. Also my predilection for complex words is insatiable. I don't intend to Vex anyone neither will I coerce anyone to read.But ...

Have no plans to start a debate, but have this question in mind for quite sometime now. Why is Harishchandra not counted in Gods or demigods? Why is he so less known? My cousin, who is in her teens, has hardly heard of the name. Let's look at Harishchandra's life( I know it from movies, granny stories and a little bit from Wikipedia). Harishchandra never uttered a lie, he was a great ruler, was a daani , great contributor to the society, pious and truthful to his wife. (Some stories say he had 100 wives). He had a very tough life. Had to lose his kingdom, let go of his wife and child to fulfil a commitment, had work in graveyard, had to see his son die. His wife and kid had to undergo slavery. He finally got moksha and went to heaven. Compare him to other mythological characters, some whom we pray to and some whom we revere, like Lord Rama, Lord Krishna, The Pandavas and many more, his struggle and deeds were no less. Mahatma Gandhi in his 'My experiments with truth...

Movies are either commercial or non-commercial. These categories again get divided into bad,average and great. 90% of the movies being made are average which do decent business. Rest of the 10% fall in various categories like pathetic, good, awesome, different, intelligent. Tamasha is one such movie which is made by an intellect for the intelligent ones. It is surely not for the masses. The beauty of the movie lies in the manner in which the monotony of life, relationship issues and loss of identity are demonstrated. Any IT or non IT professional will be able to relate to the storyline. And it's true. When we are out for a vacation, we enjoy it like its the last day of our lives and once we are back into the routine, we forget to live! The characters Dev and Tara represent any real couple. Imtiyaz Ali's direction has no comparison. One common thing about his movies, be it 'Love Aaj Kal', 'Rockstar' or ' Tamasha', the main character is always in sear...

I wake up early in the morning, dress up beautifully in a chiffon or silk saree, sing aarti infront of  God when everyone else is deep asleep, prepare breakfast and lunch and go and wake up my husband and kids. Both wake up to a beautiful music, suddenly there is a gush of fresh air and the tendrils in my hair flutter. I smile and look at them and wake them. The smile continues. My sister-in-law and mother-in-law treat me badly, but I'm confident that I will one day make them love me. I keep smiling. I cry, but not infront of everyone. My husband's PA is his secret girlfriend. I know but I keep smiling. My maid is into witch craft. I know..but I keep smiling and say 'sab theek hojayega maa'. I'm kidnapped, but still confident and while I'm with the kidnapper, I make sure I'm dressed up nicely. Even when I cry(alone), my eye liner and maskara are intact. Any time of the day (or night), I'm dressed impeccably. Yes I love my danglers and necklace and bang...

When was the last time you were reminded at home or at office to follow a process? Not quite long ago right? For some it would be just an hour ago. I'm one of those, who falls on the other side. The one who advices juniors to follow processes. I also fall in the category of taking similar, but harsher advice from my seniors. This being applicable in both personal and professional lives. It so happened that one of my team members did follow a process, but the end result was wrong. Why? Coz the process was followed wrong. In such a situation, I fall into a trap. My junior would crib that he wasn't trained adequately and my senior would say I did not train the junior properly. To improve upon this gap, imagine what we came up with.. Tadaaa...one more 'process'. Wow!! Interesting isn't it? Now this does not happen just once, its the normal cycle. A process to take care of another which eventually takes care of one more and so on. You at times end up in a 'Chakra...