Sunday, December 31, 2006

On the brink of a new year

I have a poster I'd bought off the streets of Vijayanagar. It's called A Prayer and shows a pair of hands joined in the age-old symbol of obeisance. Every time I read the text, my restless mind is calmed. Today, on the eve of a new year, I'll share this prayer with you, dear Reader.

Let me do my Work each Day and if the darkened Hours of Despair overcome Me,

may I not forget the Strength that comforted Me in the Desolation of other Times

I came to Switzerland on work in the beginning of 2006. As the novelty of the new workplace and environment wore off, I realised the true sense of the word - homesick. With no close friends here, more often than not, I found myself strolling by the lake-side thinking about how not-so-perfect things were back home and how infitely I preferred the comfort and familiarity to this change. In the beginning, the more homesick I got, the more difficult it was for me to give it my best at work. This paragraph seemed so apt when I read it at the time.

May I still remember the bright Hours that found Me

walking over the silent Hills of my childhood

or dreaming on the Margin of the quiet River,
when a Light glowed within Me, and I promised my early God
to have courage amid the Tempests of the changing Years.
With no outward distractions, I began to find peace within myself - again. I re-discovered my state of mind before it got cluttered with all the stuff that was either painful or unnecessary. In retrospect, all that stuff was the side-effect of "growing up" which I could do without.

Spare me from Bitterness
and from the sharp Passions of unguarded Moments.
May I not forget that Poverty and Riches are of the Spirit.
As a normal human being, I too have my moments when I positively become an ogre. Impatience coupled with a volatile temper have been known to make me behave in a way I've regretted later. In 2006, I learnt to master my mind. Even when I've been tempted to lash out, I've held my peace. Of course, at some times, I did give in and had to seek forgiveness from those hapless people, who happened to be at the receiving end. I am still a student of life and I hope to overcome my faults soon.

Though the World knew me not, may my Thoughts and Actions be such
as shall keep me friendly with Myself.
The past year can be likened to a van-vaas of sorts. In keeping with my history, I haven't exactly made an effort to stay in touch with my friends and colleagues. Happily, hidden away from life as I knew it, I continued to discover more of myself and the people around me. I learnt that upbringing and values die hard. I learnt that respect and politeness go a long way.

Lift my eyes from the Earth, and let me not forget the Uses of the Stars.
Towards the latter half of the year, I broke free from inhibitions and set a quite high ambition for myself. I challenged myself to the limit and I won against myself - against my laziness, inertia, sleep and the nagging self-doubt. I emerged through it all with a new sense of self and pride. Now I know that it is not just enough to aim to be the best. You also have to aim to be better than the best.

Forbid that I should judge Others, lest I condemn Myself.
Let me not follow the Clamour of the World, but walk calmly in my Path.
The past year, I saw how people get to make their dreams come true - by changing events and circumstances to their favour. I've also seen hypocrites and double standards. I've seen people behaving in a strange way just to keep appearances. I don't condone it and now, I've learnt to not be affected by it either. I know what I want and I know I can trust it to be given to me if I am deserving enough. I believe in a higher justice and I know that when I decide to achieve my dreams, the whole universe will conspire to help me and all I should do is to continue working towards my destination with honesty and integrity.

Give me a few Friends who will love me for what I am,
and keep ever burning before my vagrant Steps the kindly Light of Hope;

This is one aspect of life I'll always be grateful for. My friends (particularly one - who I call my guardian angel) and family have always believed in me, even when I didn't. When I have been in the dumps, I can rely on these few people to help me overcome my negativity and make me smile. My sister, mother and father have been my best friends - less of disciplinarians, they have been my friends who have stuck it out with me through thick and thin. This year, I have realised the true value of my family and friends and also realised that they are not only a part of my identity, they also complete me. I can understand myself better by understanding them.

And though Age and Infirmity overtake me, and I come not within sight
of the Castle of my Dreams, teach me still to be thankful for Life,
and for Time's olden Memories that are good and sweet;
and may the Evening's Twilight find me gentle still.
This is the reality check. At the end, even when things don't turn out the way I expected, and I am feeling crushed, this paragraph lifts me and gives me hope. After all, life is a cruel teacher. But it still gives us experiences that we wouldn't wish to trade, given the chance. If you think about it, every "bad" experience makes us more receptive and thankful for the next good thing to happen to us. A person's constant struggle is to remain human even after something horrible. That's the ultimate test and I wish I will pass it with flying colours.

Cheers to 2006! I can't wait to see what 2007 brings for me! :)






Thursday, December 28, 2006

Here I am! This is me!

And thus it is finally over! Four months of non-continuous toil, sweat and blood (ok, not blood,but blood-rimmed eyes surely) - and I'll soon have that piece of paper in my hands. It will certify that I am indeed a Solution Consultant and SAP says so. :)

Before I go to bed, I have just another observation to make. It's not quite related to the purpose of this blog but it has been on my mind since yesterday. With the danger of sounding clichéd, I wonder why guys have to walk six feet ahead of the girl companion. If they are guests, why don't they offer to help in the kitchen instead of waiting to be served? The girl's not going to fall for them if they volunteer to cut an onion, for heaven's sake! Why do guys lose their manners (if they had any) as they grow older (than 22)? And why, oh why, do guys become silly and weird in the presence of a good looking lady? Well, it's official - I have lost all patience with guys (or "men" as they want to be called) and good luck to them!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Childhood delights

Idling away a Sunday morning, I jotted down some vivid memories - among other things, thinking of childhood will always conjure up these images for me:

The hot roads on which little feet run as fast as they can while playing running-and-catching
The sing-song manner of hawkers' indistinguishable words on a lazy afternoon
The temper and tantrums before bath time
Standing near the handle bar of the Lambretta scooter when Daddy takes us out
Mummy making me a birthday dress
Buying chocolates for the class the night before my birthday
Smell of glue and crayons before the arts and crafts class
Going to school, proudly holding the paper windmill – convinced that mine is the best
Being able to charm the shopkeepers into giving me a Parle’s toffee for free
Taking many rides on the giant wheel at cubbon park
Being scrubbed dry and then forced to drink tea when we return home drenched in the rain
Being rocked on Baba’s knees
Reading stories of Mandrake, Phantom and Panchatantra
Trying to make sense of the civil bodies and political hierarchies in Social Studies
Waking up to Vande Mataram on Radio
Having oranges at Nagpur station on the way to UP in the summer holidays
Spending Sunday mornings watching animations
Singing along with Mogli (Neela samandar hai, aakash pyaazi; doobe na doobe na mera jahaazi)
Daadi’s lullaby
Playing lagori
Watching Oshin on TV and marvelling at the elaborate hair-do’s
The unexpected joy when one of the teachers is absent and we get “free period”
Tickle fights with Didi
Sharpened pencils
Finding clay in mounds of sand near construction sites
Playing in mounds of sand near construction sites
Shouting myself silly on seeing a lizard
Band-aids on skinned knees and elbows
Discovering the usefulness of a dictionary
Having paratha and kheer on Sunday mornings
Lots and lots of Maths homework
Diwali crackers – the pistol and red fort bombs
Mummy shielding my eyes when “bad” scenes came up in the movies
Discovering books and the delight of reading
Waiting for summer vacation
Following my sister everywhere after watching a horror movie

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Expectations, Expectations!!

My friend Sudhi has a blog. He often mentions about his "ideal" girl. :) As Lizzie Bennet would have said "She would be a scary sight to behold". Well, I'll confess Sudhi is not that bad with his expectations. However, it makes me think about this image that every person has about their partner. What that person likes, dislikes, behaves like... Ok! Another confession... I think about what my Mr. Right should be like, too. But don't you think that we are not being fair? We form this cast of the person we would like to be with and then try and mould people into the cast. If they don't fit, they are not The one. I am not objecting to expecting the minimum; it's just the delving into the details that troubles me. What will that person say in such-and-such a situation? Will she continue working after marriage? Will he propose to me in so-and-so manner?

Hmmm... I think it's more of a timepass to think about your partner (before meeting him/her obviously... actually, it IS a timepass, period!). No one knows when you start liking the quirks in a person and accept them. I have seen highly unlikely pairs - who have been perfect for each other. It's a lot about compromise, I guess. And a commitment to make it work. Cheers to all the happy couples and wishing the rest of us similar happiness! :)

Today, I amused myself! :)

I woke up late, which is not unusual considering the fact that today is Saturday. After a nice long hot bath, I was getting ready to go out shopping for the basic weekly supplies. With a sense of repetition, I made myself some cornflakes and sat down to have breakfast while watching TV. I paused channel surfing at the movie "Deep Blue Sea". You see, I haven't watched this movie before, though I have a pretty good idea what it is about. Infact, I'd caught some scenes before.This time, I'd caught the scene where they are all in a state of panic and arguing about ideas to escape the place and the sharks. And then Samuel Jackson yells at them to stop fighting with each other and is giving them gyan about the better chances they have to get out of the place if they are united and BAM!!! I actually spilt the milk and chocos all over the floor with the magnitude of the start I gave when the shark comes out of that small outlet to the sea (almost like a small pool) and takes him down. (HOW was that possible in real life???)! As I was wiping up the mess, I was chuckling, imagining myself in the theatre, with popcorn, when this scene came up. :P