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Eventful

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Ventured into writing for money, and that has mixed results for me to fully ignore writing anymore for money sake. Perhaps, like in one case, money should come inviting me to write. 

Satan Secretary has given a brief glimpse that she might be on a different route, but inadvertently she keeps coming back to her bad habits–a mark of satan. Again, I think ignorance would be my answer for one more semester.

Job has been exciting. Changes were made to my role, of which some I desired and some I dreaded. Part of the new role was getting jobs for students. I recently figured out that professionalism needs no neighbor, for someone showed me that jobs can be bought in deals for drools. It makes worthwhile presenting business in a suit and just case.

What I thought was an opportunity seems to catch up with the frog in the brew. I once tasted mediocrity, and I think I should add a little spine to change the taste of the brew that is getting ready in the next few months. I guess language that is shallow yet sweet is a reasonable solution. Why won’t you support this?

Can’t accurately figure out the reason why, but technological independence makes me feel having more time to critique. If it is good, I began critiquing myself. If it is bad, give me lucrative jobs.

Like every January that brings a new year, it brings to me destabilizing news, either happy or not. This January, I lost my lappy, bought a kindle fire; lost a relative, my friend is getting married; bought jobs for my students, struck a deal with a start up firm; wrote for money and gained, wanted more of it and lost. All in all, the month was eventful.

Lot in store for the next month, and there are targets I am chasing.

Pulling the extremes

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I have recently been looking for God. And I can’t but smile at how he has created life and world. It all seems so fascinating. After my last post ‘God must be crazy‘, somehow I have begun to capture interesting things; if it is not premature, I might want, to say contrasting things. Let me pull together some of them to see if God convinces me to be an atheist now.

  1. Invitation to an event followed by a request to leave from the same, both from the same friend–the former was his intention, and the later was somebody else’s discomfort.
  2. I had people who appreciated my blog. And now, there are a few of them who want me to die (so do their comments say).
  3. My partner who, in the past, had put me almost like an exhibit introducing me to everyone she knows, wanted me to stay out of campus waiting her, requesting me not to come in.
  4. After a long time (it is too hard to recall when was the last time) I go to a temple, and the doors are closed. Following that, again after a long time (perhaps, it is in my fourth class I did this last), I put my hands on a cute little dog and felt inexpressible love for it. And just when I was about to leave the temple premises, the God had his doors opened; but I was so deeply involved playing with this little new friend of mine, that for a while I forgot I went there to pray God.
  5. While coming back, I see two groups of kids from two different sides of the road. They stay exactly opposite to each other. One group studies in a zilla parishad school whose total area is less than 300 sq. yards, while the other group studies in the biggest International school in Vizag. The smiles on their faces definitely had a difference.
  6. There was a time when money flowed through my hands and I did not care for it much. And today, I realize the importance of every rupee. I cherish the experiences I had as a child–just recalling so many ways we had to plan to spend that one precious rupee. And then I see how much the world has changed its economics over my little life span!
  7. The kid me, way back then, watched teleschool, chitralahari, rangoli, shaktimaan, ramanand sagar ramaayan, jungle book, and a lot more. All on one channel Doordarshan. Today, I smile–recalling that I have habitually blamed women for watching serials. How blinded I was with where I am, from what I am and from where I came!
  8. Not to mention, but you need to believe this; especially if you have known me only since the last year or two. I was cold, straight, and mean, all before my quitting from Satyam (May be some of my old buddies could tell me how I was). And somehow today, I have earned people who ask me how I manage to smile almost always. I still do not know the answer to it, but that change itself is so amazing to me.
  9. The generally apathetic my self moved beyond, today. And my partner feels I am like God. Surprising even to me!!

God. Wherever you are, read this. That isn’t good enough to take me on your side. You need to do better than that. Don’t amaze me when amusing is fine. It is even better if you show yourself for once for a discussion. What do you say?

Value of a Gift

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She was in a hurry. We did not relax for more than five minutes since our return from office. I see that she is tired, yet her willingness to make this happen keeps her moving. She planned to buy a gift for her brother. Her creativity in choosing the gift was fighting with the real life constraints of time, efforts, and affordability.

We reached a mid-size shopping mall in the city. She began talking to every sales girl who came in her way. At that moment I saw, in my partner, a little kid running around, searching for magic in thin air. She brought various articles from which she wanted me to choose the gift. Even as I was trying to rationalize what makes a gift, she began feeling guilty of wasting my time. I think it is my fault to be utilitarian on occasions. This time my words must have soothed her. She came and tucked herself in under my sleeve.

After searching piece by piece of most articles worthy to be gifts, she zeroed in on an item. The item needed minor customization. The seller of the article took another chunk of time, and we were reduced to just waiting. She began showing her guilt again, and I offered my shoulder to let her know I support her. At the end of three hours of effort, I believed we chose the right gift. She was ecstatic on what the gift is, and how it looked. She began guessing her brother’s response to the gift, as we slowly walked out of the mall. ”How lucky is her brother?” I thought to myself. He has a caring sister, and how lucky I am to have her, a sensitive and caring partner. I know now; that the value of a gift is not measured in terms of money alone.

How do we acknowledge the value of such gifts?

Responsibility and Reward

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It is usual, yet special. She arrived at the office with her smile and soothing silence. For reasons, mostly made up by people, unspecific she perhaps has mastered the art of commanding respect. Silence is indeed golden, when coupled with a smile.

She sat there on her system and started working. Otherwise peaceful in her approach, she appeared busy and was clearly excited. Keeping the professional ethics aside, I peeped into her system. She was putting up a new business proposal, and the fund being sought is in hundreds of thousands of dollars. I envy her!

It was lunch time and everybody moved towards the dining hall. She did not stop her work. Her intensity took over her so much that she ignored having the air cooler switched on – she was sweating heavily. Why wouldn’t people work hard when they are getting such good money into their hands for management!

Curiosity is a devil. It does not let us sleep nor does it help others. I could not resist the questions in my mind any more. I reached her cabin in two giant leaps, and asked:

“Hey. You are truly more intelligent than you are silent. Cooking up a business plan to raise funds and lead projects..ha ;-) ?!!”

She smiled. :-)

After a few minutes of my disturbance, she turned towards me. As she was about to speak, there came her boss and said:

“Hey Miss. Is the business plan ready? I need to send it out fast. :-( ”

Later in the day:

The notice board had a good news to be shared with all the members of the organization. The news was that her boss won the funding from central office, and is going abroad for the execution of the project. He was congratulated…

Uncontrolled, my mouth a little open, my head turned towards her. She was still smiling. That evening, my head could do nothing more than oscillate between her and the notice board.

Responsibility of the talented seems to be winning rewards for others.

A Morning Walk

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When you look at the background of the bright moon changing from black to dark navy blue to shades of black and blue, turning into shades of crimsion and red, just before settling with a sky blue color with few white patches called clouds – it is easy to realize that morning walk is a treasurous experience, for all time, every day.

Add to it, those who have their own signature style of walking; the military man walking brisk and straight, the girls and boys strolling together more than they walk, and the old man – very old indeed – who runs as if he is preparing himself to compete at the olympics, and that old lady who pauses more times than her footsteps. And there you realize you could make some of your best friends in a morning walk.

The biting boots were really no problem as the early morning winds were soothing the entire body – of which I suddenly realize how small the feet are. But yes! They carry me and deliver all this heavenly bliss I see while I am still alive. The winds certainly also ensured that my hands were mating – now, heat inside and chilly outside.

With your soulmate in heart and mind, and nature on all other sides – a morning walk with such life partner is indeed a moment that no money can fetch. Is there a different opinion on that?!

Experiences are cherished by those who live.