"Bawara man dekhne chala ek sapna
Baware se man ke dekho bawari se baatein
Baaware se dadkane hai baaware se saasein"
With this music playing in the background I am just sitting on this wooden floor with my legs folded and thinking about what lies ahead in life. What lies spread today on the fabric of life for me , what I have already swept aside and whats about to sweep me off. Journey of life has been so straight forward yet sometimes it feels like growing old ain't just as easy as adding experience to your CV. The buffing due to the erosion of life leaves such smooth currves on the mind that sometimes even the present just slides off. And when the feet are seeped then only we realise that living this life has been hard on ur knees.
Alls well y am I disturbing these thoughts to criss cross my head....lets leave them where they belong in the pool of life drowned.
Nov 15, 2005
Nov 9, 2005
the honest man of India
We all new generation people believe in NarayanMurthy. He is almost synonymous with the emergence of IT in India and believe it or not he is the biggest influencer of todays time. There are more people like him who make it big from scratch but they can not even dream of what Murth the founder of INFOSYS has..his honest image.
I was reading excerpts from the biography of his wife Sudha.And its so much worth mentioning that I just decided I will put it on my blog.
"It was in Pune that I met Narayan Murty through my friend Prasanna who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco. Most of the books that Prasanna lent me had Murty's name on them which meant that I had a preconceived image of the man. Contrary to expectation, Murty was shy,bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner.. I was a bit taken aback as I thought the young man was making a very fast move. I refused since I was the only girl in the group. But Murty was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 p.m. at Green Fields hotel on the Main
Road,Pune.
The next day I went there at 7' o clock since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr. Murty waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murty maintains that I had mentioned (consciously!) that I would be going to the tailor at 7 so that I could meet him...And I maintain that I did not say any such thing consciously or unconsciously because I did not think of Murty as anything other than a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree
on this matter. Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murty's experiences abroad and the books that he has read.
My friends insisted that Murty was trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one fine day, after dinner Murty said, I want to tell you something. I knew this was it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. I come from a lower middle class family. I can never become rich in my life and I can never give you any riches. You are beautiful, bright, and intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry me? I asked Murty to give me some
time for an answer. My father didn't want me to marry a wannabe politician,(a communist at that) who didn't have a steady job and wanted to build an orphanage...
When I went to Hubli I told my parents about Murty and his proposal. My mother was positive since Murty was also from Karnataka, seemed intelligent and comes from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his salary, his qualifications etc? Murty was working as a research assistant and was earning less than me. He was willing to go
dutch with me on our outings. My parents agreed to meet Murty in Pune on a particular day at10 a. m sharp. Murty did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father.
At 12noon Murty turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay, was stuck in a traffic jam on the ghats, so he hired a taxi(though it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed. My father asked him what he wanted to become in life. Murty said he wanted to become a politician in the communist party and wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. NO.
I don't want my daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himself didn't have money to support his family.
Ironically, today, I have opened many orphanages something, which Murty wanted to do 25 years ago. By this time I realized I had developed a liking towards Murty which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry Murty because he is an honest man. He proposed to me highlighting the negatives in his life. I promised my father that I will not marry Murty without his blessings though at the same time, I cannot marry anybody else. My father said he would agree if Murty promised to take up a steady job. But Murty refused saying he will not do things in life because somebody wanted him to. So, I was caught between the two most important people in my life.
The stalemate continued for three years during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. In those days, Murty was always broke. Moreover, he didn't earn much to manage. Ironically today, he manages Infosys Technologies Ltd., one of the world's most reputed companies. He always owed me money. We used to go
fordinner and he would say, I don't have money with me, you pay my share, I will return it to you later. For three years I maintained a book on Murty's debt to me.. No, he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after my wedding. The amount was a little over Rs 4000. During this interim period Murty quit his job as research assistant and started his own software business. Now, I had to pay his salary too! Towards the late 70s computers were entering India in a
big way.
During the fag end of 1977 Murty decided to take up a job as General Manager at Patni Computers in Bombay . But before he joined the company he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after joining. My father gave in as he was happy Murty had a decent job, now.
We were married in Murty's house in Banglore on February 10, 1978 with only our two families present. I got my first silk saree. The wedding expenses came to only Rs. 800 ( US $ 17) with Murty and I pulling in Rs. 400 each.
I went to the US with Murty after marriage. Murty encouraged me to see America on my own because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months on backpack and had interesting experiences which will remain freshin my mind forever. Like the time when the New York police took me into custody because they thought I was an Italian trafficking
drugs in Harlem. Or the time when I spent the night at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with an old couple. Murty panicked because he couldn't get a response from my hotel room even at midnight. He thought I was either killed or kidnapped.
IN 1981 MURTY WANTED TO START INFOSYS. HE HAD A VISION AND ZERO CAPITAL...initially I was very apprehensive about Murty getting into business. We did not have any business background.. Moreover we were
living a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular pay check and I didn't want to rock the boat. But Murty was passionate about creating good quality software. I decided to support him. Typical of Murty, he just had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day, without his knowledge and told him, This is all I have. Take it. I give you three years sabbatical leave. I will take care of the financial needs of our house. You go and chase your dreams
without any worry. But you have only three years!
Murty and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981,with enormous interest and hard work. In 1982 I left Telco and moved to Pune with Murty. We bought a small house on loan which also became the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook-cum-programmer.
I also took up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with Walchand group of Industries to support the house. In 1983 Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore. Murty moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother while I went to Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murty left for the US on project work.
I saw him only after a year, as I was unable to join Murty in the US because my son had infantile eczema, an allergy to vaccinations. So for more than a year I did not step outside our home for fear of my son contracting an infection. It was only after Rohan got all his vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. My father presented Murty a scooter to commute. I once again became a cook,
programmer, clerk, secretary, office assistant et al. Nandan Nilekani (MD of Infosys) and his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programs for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, and just two kids and a bunch of us working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. It was not only me but also the wives of other partners too who gave their unstinted support. We all knew that our men were trying to build something good.
It was like a big joint family,taking care and looking out for one another. I still remember Sudha Gopalakrishna looking after my daughter Akshata with all care and love while Kumari Shibulal cooked for all of us. Murty made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at Infosys. Never the two of us together... I was involved with Infosys initially. Nandan Nilekani suggested I should be on the Board but Murty said he did not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha if you want to work with
Infosys, I will withdraw, happily. I was pained to know that I will not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I would have to give up a job that I am qualified to do and love doing.
It took me a couple of days to grasp the reason behind Murty's request.. I realized that to make Infosys a success one had to give one's 100 percent. One had to be focussed on it alone with no other distractions. If the two of us had to give 100 percent to Infosys then what would happen to our home and our children? One of us had to take care of our home while the other took care of Infosys.
I opted to be a homemaker, after all Infosys was Murty's dream. It was a big sacrificebut it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murty says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are responsible for my success. I might have given up my career for my husband's sake. But that does not make me a doormat.... "
Inspiring story. One more GOD..one more SACHIN
I was reading excerpts from the biography of his wife Sudha.And its so much worth mentioning that I just decided I will put it on my blog.
"It was in Pune that I met Narayan Murty through my friend Prasanna who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco. Most of the books that Prasanna lent me had Murty's name on them which meant that I had a preconceived image of the man. Contrary to expectation, Murty was shy,bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner.. I was a bit taken aback as I thought the young man was making a very fast move. I refused since I was the only girl in the group. But Murty was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 p.m. at Green Fields hotel on the Main
Road,Pune.
The next day I went there at 7' o clock since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr. Murty waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murty maintains that I had mentioned (consciously!) that I would be going to the tailor at 7 so that I could meet him...And I maintain that I did not say any such thing consciously or unconsciously because I did not think of Murty as anything other than a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree
on this matter. Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murty's experiences abroad and the books that he has read.
My friends insisted that Murty was trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one fine day, after dinner Murty said, I want to tell you something. I knew this was it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. I come from a lower middle class family. I can never become rich in my life and I can never give you any riches. You are beautiful, bright, and intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry me? I asked Murty to give me some
time for an answer. My father didn't want me to marry a wannabe politician,(a communist at that) who didn't have a steady job and wanted to build an orphanage...
When I went to Hubli I told my parents about Murty and his proposal. My mother was positive since Murty was also from Karnataka, seemed intelligent and comes from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his salary, his qualifications etc? Murty was working as a research assistant and was earning less than me. He was willing to go
dutch with me on our outings. My parents agreed to meet Murty in Pune on a particular day at10 a. m sharp. Murty did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father.
At 12noon Murty turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay, was stuck in a traffic jam on the ghats, so he hired a taxi(though it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed. My father asked him what he wanted to become in life. Murty said he wanted to become a politician in the communist party and wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. NO.
I don't want my daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himself didn't have money to support his family.
Ironically, today, I have opened many orphanages something, which Murty wanted to do 25 years ago. By this time I realized I had developed a liking towards Murty which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry Murty because he is an honest man. He proposed to me highlighting the negatives in his life. I promised my father that I will not marry Murty without his blessings though at the same time, I cannot marry anybody else. My father said he would agree if Murty promised to take up a steady job. But Murty refused saying he will not do things in life because somebody wanted him to. So, I was caught between the two most important people in my life.
The stalemate continued for three years during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. In those days, Murty was always broke. Moreover, he didn't earn much to manage. Ironically today, he manages Infosys Technologies Ltd., one of the world's most reputed companies. He always owed me money. We used to go
fordinner and he would say, I don't have money with me, you pay my share, I will return it to you later. For three years I maintained a book on Murty's debt to me.. No, he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after my wedding. The amount was a little over Rs 4000. During this interim period Murty quit his job as research assistant and started his own software business. Now, I had to pay his salary too! Towards the late 70s computers were entering India in a
big way.
During the fag end of 1977 Murty decided to take up a job as General Manager at Patni Computers in Bombay . But before he joined the company he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after joining. My father gave in as he was happy Murty had a decent job, now.
We were married in Murty's house in Banglore on February 10, 1978 with only our two families present. I got my first silk saree. The wedding expenses came to only Rs. 800 ( US $ 17) with Murty and I pulling in Rs. 400 each.
I went to the US with Murty after marriage. Murty encouraged me to see America on my own because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months on backpack and had interesting experiences which will remain freshin my mind forever. Like the time when the New York police took me into custody because they thought I was an Italian trafficking
drugs in Harlem. Or the time when I spent the night at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with an old couple. Murty panicked because he couldn't get a response from my hotel room even at midnight. He thought I was either killed or kidnapped.
IN 1981 MURTY WANTED TO START INFOSYS. HE HAD A VISION AND ZERO CAPITAL...initially I was very apprehensive about Murty getting into business. We did not have any business background.. Moreover we were
living a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular pay check and I didn't want to rock the boat. But Murty was passionate about creating good quality software. I decided to support him. Typical of Murty, he just had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day, without his knowledge and told him, This is all I have. Take it. I give you three years sabbatical leave. I will take care of the financial needs of our house. You go and chase your dreams
without any worry. But you have only three years!
Murty and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981,with enormous interest and hard work. In 1982 I left Telco and moved to Pune with Murty. We bought a small house on loan which also became the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook-cum-programmer.
I also took up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with Walchand group of Industries to support the house. In 1983 Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore. Murty moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother while I went to Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murty left for the US on project work.
I saw him only after a year, as I was unable to join Murty in the US because my son had infantile eczema, an allergy to vaccinations. So for more than a year I did not step outside our home for fear of my son contracting an infection. It was only after Rohan got all his vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. My father presented Murty a scooter to commute. I once again became a cook,
programmer, clerk, secretary, office assistant et al. Nandan Nilekani (MD of Infosys) and his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programs for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, and just two kids and a bunch of us working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. It was not only me but also the wives of other partners too who gave their unstinted support. We all knew that our men were trying to build something good.
It was like a big joint family,taking care and looking out for one another. I still remember Sudha Gopalakrishna looking after my daughter Akshata with all care and love while Kumari Shibulal cooked for all of us. Murty made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at Infosys. Never the two of us together... I was involved with Infosys initially. Nandan Nilekani suggested I should be on the Board but Murty said he did not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha if you want to work with
Infosys, I will withdraw, happily. I was pained to know that I will not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I would have to give up a job that I am qualified to do and love doing.
It took me a couple of days to grasp the reason behind Murty's request.. I realized that to make Infosys a success one had to give one's 100 percent. One had to be focussed on it alone with no other distractions. If the two of us had to give 100 percent to Infosys then what would happen to our home and our children? One of us had to take care of our home while the other took care of Infosys.
I opted to be a homemaker, after all Infosys was Murty's dream. It was a big sacrificebut it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murty says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are responsible for my success. I might have given up my career for my husband's sake. But that does not make me a doormat.... "
Inspiring story. One more GOD..one more SACHIN
Nov 7, 2005
GOD IS BACK.....the christ called sachin
The ball in the game swings. Earlier it used to swing only when it was a new ball but then techniques and innovation made the ball swing even when the ball was worn and it was called reverse swing. So now the ball swings when its new and when its worn.
The game where this ball swings is not called Cricket (where India is on the rise (may be inspired by Arch Enemy..we will rise) against the Sri Lankans ) but I would call it LIFE.
Everyday in life is a lesson. Life is a school someone rightly said.And sometimes the lessons come simply from games. And if you are follower of Cricket or for that matter if you are from the sub-continent where people live, eat ,drink and sleep CRICKET, then you can clearly read the lessons this series has taught us all.
One of my friends scrapped me on orkut "FUCKING GOD IS BACK".
I couldn't realise what he was taking about. Just hours later I realised he was talking about the GOD of Cricket or "SACHIN TENDULKAR" the living legend came back to play after six months and he announces his comeback with style that no one else can match. No fireworks no spoken words, his bat does the talking.
And what it means for all of us.
He is not a captain, he is just a team player. But when he gets going the team gets a boost and in the following matches India was rolling on a high like never before. Every one hitting runs, exceptional bowling, he brought the spirit into the team..the winning zeal and the confidence the belief back. And you need not be a leader to do so.
Yes Ganguly had been successfull but thats mere statistics. The aura aroung ganguly and Sachin is so different. Thought I am not trying to convey that Ganguly was a lamer or a jerk or a looser cause that would be another debate and yes he did contribute to Indian Cricket as a captain. I firmly believe its the class of Dravids and Tendulkars who are the real Indian crickets. Dhoni Sehwag Irfan who just play cricket and don't play with media. Its not the naming game mind you. The team be it the Super Subtitute who just came to gave the drinks. Just hardwork dedication and determination and these guys have it all.
Just when these are all struggling to get a good break and to find a place for themselves in the side, we are also living our lives find a place. Not every one can be a GOD, and for being GOD you need not be a leader.
Just keep doing your work, put your hundred percent, stay true to your heart and yes success will come. Yes when it doesn't come, things go awry...when you are the only one slogging on a Sunday in office struggling, when u realise you don't get anything out of it..I feel frustrated and I also know that I am not alone feeling so.
But thats Okay. This is a learning.
Learn what life is teaching. We choose what be become.
So learn to make choices.
Try to become GOD and if you can't like me, then just follow the GOD when he is back and the motive is not success for you but for the team.
Because its like "WE WILL RISE" and not "I WILL RISE"
Images: Click on Images the original creditors sources have not been changed .sachin is from BBC.
The game where this ball swings is not called Cricket (where India is on the rise (may be inspired by Arch Enemy..we will rise) against the Sri Lankans ) but I would call it LIFE.
Everyday in life is a lesson. Life is a school someone rightly said.And sometimes the lessons come simply from games. And if you are follower of Cricket or for that matter if you are from the sub-continent where people live, eat ,drink and sleep CRICKET, then you can clearly read the lessons this series has taught us all.
One of my friends scrapped me on orkut "FUCKING GOD IS BACK".
I couldn't realise what he was taking about. Just hours later I realised he was talking about the GOD of Cricket or "SACHIN TENDULKAR" the living legend came back to play after six months and he announces his comeback with style that no one else can match. No fireworks no spoken words, his bat does the talking.
And what it means for all of us.
He is not a captain, he is just a team player. But when he gets going the team gets a boost and in the following matches India was rolling on a high like never before. Every one hitting runs, exceptional bowling, he brought the spirit into the team..the winning zeal and the confidence the belief back. And you need not be a leader to do so.Yes Ganguly had been successfull but thats mere statistics. The aura aroung ganguly and Sachin is so different. Thought I am not trying to convey that Ganguly was a lamer or a jerk or a looser cause that would be another debate and yes he did contribute to Indian Cricket as a captain. I firmly believe its the class of Dravids and Tendulkars who are the real Indian crickets. Dhoni Sehwag Irfan who just play cricket and don't play with media. Its not the naming game mind you. The team be it the Super Subtitute who just came to gave the drinks. Just hardwork dedication and determination and these guys have it all.
Just when these are all struggling to get a good break and to find a place for themselves in the side, we are also living our lives find a place. Not every one can be a GOD, and for being GOD you need not be a leader.
Just keep doing your work, put your hundred percent, stay true to your heart and yes success will come. Yes when it doesn't come, things go awry...when you are the only one slogging on a Sunday in office struggling, when u realise you don't get anything out of it..I feel frustrated and I also know that I am not alone feeling so.
But thats Okay. This is a learning.
Learn what life is teaching. We choose what be become.
So learn to make choices.
Try to become GOD and if you can't like me, then just follow the GOD when he is back and the motive is not success for you but for the team.
Because its like "WE WILL RISE" and not "I WILL RISE"
Images: Click on Images the original creditors sources have not been changed .sachin is from BBC.
Nov 2, 2005
Changing times....my life changes
Well life ain't the same n thats what life is.
There is only one thing certain about life that everything is uncertain.
Just like water, even life begins to stench when stagnated.
Like it or not but the truth is that chage is eternal but being a normal human being which I am I tend to forget it often. Then starts the process to resist the change and longer it takes to adopt and greater is the pain.
So this time around I was prepared for this big change in life.
I have accepted to this uncertanity associated with my job as a software engineer and just as expected yesterday night wasnot a pain at all.
Why was yesterday night important. It was one night I used to count days till. It was Deepawali, the biggest festival I can think of as a reason for celebration.
As a kid deepawali meant planning for months to buy those firecrackers, to wear new clothes, sweets and illuminations. Imagine whole of the city illuminated with candles, and earthern lamps and electric lights. Yes its a festivity any kid in India can't just forget.
But times did change. After the school days, I left out to pursue my bachelor's in engineering. Stayed in the university for four years and then after than enrolled for my master's in IIT. I spent six years between those two institutios but never did I miss one diwali in any form beacuse I was with my family back in Dehradun.
Sometimes brother and sister joined too with their kids but even if they didn't it was like no different because maa and papa were always thr by my side.
Though it was always a pleasure to celebrate the Diwali with everyone.
But after I passed out of IIT and came of to bangalore things changed. I was already working for 3-4 months when the Dipawali came up. For the first time in my life I was celebrating life without maa and papa, but yes this time around my sis n jiju were in bangalore so no issues. It was fun to celebrate though I missed the old times.
And then this diwali the simple world even complicated further. I am here in Singapore not very far away from Singapore but none from the family to celebrate this time. Nothing really happens and this diwali becomes like just another day of life. Quiet obvious like and quiet time, hanging out with another some one who was trying to kill his time coz he was out there like me celebrating Diwali.
So what becomes of Diwali.
Cleaning up the room including wiping the floor till 4 pm. Yes I know it sucks but mama used to do it so its kind of obvious to clean up as much as you can. Something you just do because you see your parents doing and cleanliness whatever I say I have to admit, I feel uncomfortable living without.
After that what to do catches you up. So you walk to the office. The same place where you spend the most time everyday. Then you work for few hours to be precise till 9 PM. In between you somoke and go out to buy phone cards to call everyone back in India.
@9PM you head to the eating destination where they serve good food and you like to eat though its a bit expensive but isn't it diwali.
"Pamper Yourself" boss says sometimes.
2 beers, 1 to be precise half bootle of Kingfisher small one and half of the Tiger, Maa ke Daal, Navratom Korma, Naans, Paneer Pakoda and Onion Pakoda's.
Click three snaps, take a cab and go home.
That's a new deepawali.
No its not that bad, but the thing is I still feel it would had been better had i been with friends or best if friends are reaplced by family.
But thats growing up. Because times change.
And we must grow up to know that they do.
Living independently celebrating alone is one that I am still to learn.
I can recall "Time is the teacher ", and I will learn.
May be next year I will be smart enought to light candles to know the diwali needs to be celebrated come whatever or may be I will be back with friends.
There is only one thing certain about life that everything is uncertain.
Just like water, even life begins to stench when stagnated.
Like it or not but the truth is that chage is eternal but being a normal human being which I am I tend to forget it often. Then starts the process to resist the change and longer it takes to adopt and greater is the pain.
So this time around I was prepared for this big change in life.
I have accepted to this uncertanity associated with my job as a software engineer and just as expected yesterday night wasnot a pain at all.
Why was yesterday night important. It was one night I used to count days till. It was Deepawali, the biggest festival I can think of as a reason for celebration.
As a kid deepawali meant planning for months to buy those firecrackers, to wear new clothes, sweets and illuminations. Imagine whole of the city illuminated with candles, and earthern lamps and electric lights. Yes its a festivity any kid in India can't just forget.
But times did change. After the school days, I left out to pursue my bachelor's in engineering. Stayed in the university for four years and then after than enrolled for my master's in IIT. I spent six years between those two institutios but never did I miss one diwali in any form beacuse I was with my family back in Dehradun.
Sometimes brother and sister joined too with their kids but even if they didn't it was like no different because maa and papa were always thr by my side.
Though it was always a pleasure to celebrate the Diwali with everyone.
But after I passed out of IIT and came of to bangalore things changed. I was already working for 3-4 months when the Dipawali came up. For the first time in my life I was celebrating life without maa and papa, but yes this time around my sis n jiju were in bangalore so no issues. It was fun to celebrate though I missed the old times.
And then this diwali the simple world even complicated further. I am here in Singapore not very far away from Singapore but none from the family to celebrate this time. Nothing really happens and this diwali becomes like just another day of life. Quiet obvious like and quiet time, hanging out with another some one who was trying to kill his time coz he was out there like me celebrating Diwali.
So what becomes of Diwali.
Cleaning up the room including wiping the floor till 4 pm. Yes I know it sucks but mama used to do it so its kind of obvious to clean up as much as you can. Something you just do because you see your parents doing and cleanliness whatever I say I have to admit, I feel uncomfortable living without.
After that what to do catches you up. So you walk to the office. The same place where you spend the most time everyday. Then you work for few hours to be precise till 9 PM. In between you somoke and go out to buy phone cards to call everyone back in India.
@9PM you head to the eating destination where they serve good food and you like to eat though its a bit expensive but isn't it diwali.
"Pamper Yourself" boss says sometimes.
2 beers, 1 to be precise half bootle of Kingfisher small one and half of the Tiger, Maa ke Daal, Navratom Korma, Naans, Paneer Pakoda and Onion Pakoda's.
Click three snaps, take a cab and go home.
That's a new deepawali.
No its not that bad, but the thing is I still feel it would had been better had i been with friends or best if friends are reaplced by family.
But thats growing up. Because times change.
And we must grow up to know that they do.
Living independently celebrating alone is one that I am still to learn.
I can recall "Time is the teacher ", and I will learn.
May be next year I will be smart enought to light candles to know the diwali needs to be celebrated come whatever or may be I will be back with friends.
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