The year that went by…

Its unbelievable how fast this year went by. I am still quite stuck with the idea of 2005. I dunno why. I think it was the best year for me for all reasons. Personal, academic and professional.

This year was different. Dull, sad, tough with very few but important reasons to smile. I think this year was a great learning experience. Year full of heartbreak and healing too. A lot has been gained and so much lost. Many friendships were staked, some lost, handful revived, few made and even lesser survived. This year was a true test of my patience and my faith. Dont know if I won, but I dont feel lost.

This year I broke the trust of my best friend.

This year, I was broke after a humungus shopping experience. Learnt the value of hard earned money especially when I was on study leave and it felt pathetic asking money from Dad after a gap of 2 years.

This year, I trusted people, was lucky to know them, and it died its own death.

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BSES Customer Support Service Centre

I couldnt have ever imagined myself going to pay the electricity bills. But I did today. And trust me, as against the stories of bad service from government departments, I was pleasantly surprised to see what I saw. Thankfully because the sector is no longer with the Government, its been privatised.

The very first thing that strikes you when you enter the premises, is the ambience, quite like any privatised bank. Neat and clean and had a reception with a receptionist available to solve your basic queries and direct you !!

I was amazed to see a decent crowd sitting at counters as against the previous models I had seen once on my visit to pay the MTNL bill ( read as people who are busy chewing tobacco or sipping tea and can win the rudest person alive contest any day). And the best part being, they were more than eager to help the customers.

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I, Me, Myself

Just like a book
Filled with Chapters
Vague yet so clear
deep…..with no end…..

Two people in one,
one happy, one sad,
Two sides of me,
one mad and one glad.

There’s only one side
I try not to show;
my feelings inside,
the others dont know.

I am two people in one,
as strange as that sounds,
the real me inside
no one has found.

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Celebrating the loss….

I have learnt to celebrate my sorrows, my losses and above all my defeats. Since childhood, I have always seen my dad doing this, and maybe have picked it up from there. Whenever I expected a thrashing, I was given a soft cushion. Whenever I expected a scolding, I got soft words, and when I expected a lull of silence, he took us out for celebration. I call it celebration in style.

When I got mere 80% in my class XII boards, he called people to boast of my performance and hosted a family get-together. When he had to declare the news of our joint family breaking up, he did so after an expensive dinner and ice-cream. When I banged the car for the first time in college, and called to inform him so, all he asked was if I was all-right. When I got my second division in college and thought that my life was doomed, he just smiled and took us all out for dinner.

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