[Mayuri says]: Wow !! Sameer.. Lai Bhari
[Anusha says]: Congrats Sameer !
[Sameer says]: thank you ..
[Matthew says]: tu toh bada aadmi hogaya re..
[Aditya says]: tussi jaa rahe ho!!
[Siddharth says]: tune toh bataya nahi yaar. Kab apply kiya tha.. good for you..
[Abishek says]: Sameer Rao… abhinandan rao..
[Sameer says]: arre thode dino pehle hi kiya tha..
[Sameer says]: mujhe laga aapne company kaa naam dekhenge aur nahi bulaenge!!
[Raghu says]: so dude!! Mast aaish !! kabhi jaane ka hai??
[Sameer says]: thanks Abi !
[Sameer says]: arre agle mahine 15 ko classes start ho rahi hai..
[Matthew says]: rao.. maza kay rao.. wat will I do without you..
[Anusha says]: prem uttu hot aahe
[Raghu says]: :O
[Meera says]: oh ho … huh hmmmm… no private talks in public chats..
[Meera says]: kya re Sameer.. mast firangi totta tapega …
[Sameer says]: kya Meera tu bhi.. pehle jaane toh de.. idharse kaise nikloonga pata nahi
[Ishaan says]: tune paper daal diya kya??
[Sameer says]: nahi na re..abhi daalonga
[Siddharth says]: notice period????
[Raghu says]: tera bond nahi hai kya??
[Sameer says]: bond ton nahi hai.. but notice period shayad serve na kar paaon.
[Matthew says]: HR se baat karle ek baar
[Abishek says]: PM log nahi help karte kya yeh mamlon mein.
[Sameer says]: HR se toh karta hoon .. PM se bhi karron kya??
[Siddharth says]: haan.. mujhe lagta hai PM kuch kar sakta hai
[Mayuri says]: waise bhi HR waalon ke bohut chochle rehte hain..
[Meera says]: besides they’ll tell you some new company policy
[Meera says]: which they make on spot to trouble the employees
[Anusha says]: that’s coming from a female whose landlady is an HR
[Ishaan says]: hmmm even I think you talk to the PM first
[Sameer says]: hmm kal meeting request daalta hoon..
[Mayuri says]: Sameer tu sacchi chala jaayega !!!
[Anusha says]: haan yaar.. hum trips pe kaise jaayenge..
[Abishek says]: not to forget the birthday parties
[Sameer says]: raos… senti naka maaru rao
[Meera says]: haan na Sameer.. abhi bun butter kaun khilayega..
[Meera says]: not to forget the rawa dosa
[Matthew says]: Now whos doing a private chat in public??
[Meera says]: wat’s private in that…???/
[Aditya says]: Food!!! It has always been private to you..
[Aditya says]: Close to your heart..
[Siddharth says]: and stomach..
[Meera says]: bas huh !!! dusht log..
[Meera says]: dekho Adi bhiyya .. Sid ko toh problem hi hai mujhse..
[Mayuri says]: Lai Zop
[Matthew says]: Mala pan
[Ishaan says]: aaj khana bohut jyada hogaya…
[Siddharth says]: Rao.. mala pan khup zop yete rao..
[Aditya says]: Abi zohpla ka re..
[Sameer says]: rao tea time..
[Abishek says]: chala
[Raghu says]: 2 min pls…
[Mayuri says]: nahi re… chal .. Anu uth..
[Meera says]: wake up rags saare pal kahe
wake up rags chal kahin chale
wake up rags
sab dishaon se aa rahi hai sada sun sako agar suno
wake up
[Matthew says]: clap clap clap
[Aditya says]: Anu tu uth. Bakiche uthtil
[Siddharth says]: chala
[Sameer says]: chala
[Anusha says]: chala
[Mayuri says]: chala
All leave for cafeteria.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
CHAPTER 2
Anusha and Mayuri were coming down from the cafeteria after lunch. “Had a heavy lunch today”, Mayuri said. “The noodles were better than usual today. Hogged on them like anything.”
“You anyways hog when there is Chinese for lunch”, Anusha replied. “Hey look! All the guys have gathered around Sameer’s machine. Wonder wats going on!”
“Must have received another fwd mail with pics of hot chicks in it. Wat else!”, Mayuri said confidently.
Anusha was very curious. She went to Sameer’s desk to check wat was going on. “Hey guys!Wassup?”
Sameer immediately minimized the window and everyone started to act cool.
“Oh Comeon! Tell na please…”, Anusha insisted.
“We don’t share our secrets with Gaddars!”, Raghu said strictly.
Mayuri, still convinced that it was a mail with chicks, “Was this one better than the previous?”
“Wat?”, Sameer was confused.
Matthew, sensing that there was some misunderstanding, revealed the truth. “Sameer’s application to the foreign university has been accepted. He has to report there next month”.
Everyone was shocked. Their jaws dropped and all were in two minds. On one hand they all were happy for him. But at the same time everyone began to feel that the wrath of separation that had hit them again. It was with Shweta for the first time. And now its Sameer’s turn.
Suddenly all the heads of the ODC arrived and everyone went back to their workstations with so many questions in their mind … All to be answered in the skype chat that followed.
“You anyways hog when there is Chinese for lunch”, Anusha replied. “Hey look! All the guys have gathered around Sameer’s machine. Wonder wats going on!”
“Must have received another fwd mail with pics of hot chicks in it. Wat else!”, Mayuri said confidently.
Anusha was very curious. She went to Sameer’s desk to check wat was going on. “Hey guys!Wassup?”
Sameer immediately minimized the window and everyone started to act cool.
“Oh Comeon! Tell na please…”, Anusha insisted.
“We don’t share our secrets with Gaddars!”, Raghu said strictly.
Mayuri, still convinced that it was a mail with chicks, “Was this one better than the previous?”
“Wat?”, Sameer was confused.
Matthew, sensing that there was some misunderstanding, revealed the truth. “Sameer’s application to the foreign university has been accepted. He has to report there next month”.
Everyone was shocked. Their jaws dropped and all were in two minds. On one hand they all were happy for him. But at the same time everyone began to feel that the wrath of separation that had hit them again. It was with Shweta for the first time. And now its Sameer’s turn.
Suddenly all the heads of the ODC arrived and everyone went back to their workstations with so many questions in their mind … All to be answered in the skype chat that followed.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Series begins...
I always wanted to write a story like everyone else. But never could think of a plot. Well I want to try my hand at it. So beginning with a story based on true incidents. Though the chronological order may be changed.
Here it goes..
All characters in this story are not fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely intentional.
CHAPTER 1
“Come on !! I don’t wanna be late !!”, said Meera to the workaholic Siddharth who was still debugging his code to find out whether it was a bug or a known issue. “Everyone has left. There will be traffic also at this hour.”
Meera was very excited about the nite out. It was her first nite out with the office gang. They had planned it quite some time back. All the preparations had keyed her up and she was all set to join the others for the last nite in pune before she went to Mumbai for the long weekend.
Siddharth also was going to accompany Meera to Mumbai. He was to surprise his sister on her birthday. But tonite he had other plans. He had to join the others in bidding farewell to their friend Sameer who was going abroad for further studies.
Here it goes..
All characters in this story are not fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely intentional.
CHAPTER 1
“Come on !! I don’t wanna be late !!”, said Meera to the workaholic Siddharth who was still debugging his code to find out whether it was a bug or a known issue. “Everyone has left. There will be traffic also at this hour.”
Meera was very excited about the nite out. It was her first nite out with the office gang. They had planned it quite some time back. All the preparations had keyed her up and she was all set to join the others for the last nite in pune before she went to Mumbai for the long weekend.
Siddharth also was going to accompany Meera to Mumbai. He was to surprise his sister on her birthday. But tonite he had other plans. He had to join the others in bidding farewell to their friend Sameer who was going abroad for further studies.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Friends
The unspoken fate brought us all together,
The unconditional love bonded us together,
The measureless care we had for each other,
The unspoken responsibility we shared together,
The countless times we messed up,
The numerous solutions that followed,
The innumerable first time experiences we shared,
The uncountable songs we sung together,
The boundless eye conversations,
The endless games we played,
The unrestricted Truths and Dares,
The unimaginable replies,
The disappointed working weekends,
The joyful trips to GKK n MacD,
The uncontrollable chain mails,
The long lunch time discussions over them,
The famous commissions earned in Spice n Ice,
The amazing movies seen over a beer,
The lovely rain trips to BK,
The hogging on Kulfi after finishing at Ganesh Bhel,
The early morning walks to Goodluck,
Patching up fights over Bun Maska Chai,
The late night roommate talks,
The hustle for bathroom the next morning,
The fights for the kitchen chores,
The wooing done for her clothes,
The mid night trips to aundh,
Singing songs for him to speak along,
A journey of friendship,
A journey called life,
Made beautifully worthwhile,
Because of you guys..
A tribute… a dedication to all my friends…
Happy Friendships Day!!!
And then at the stroke of midnight,
Three musketeers on the ground,
With bottles in their hands,
Wishing, not to be found,
Talking senti with all the time that has flown by,
Awaiting the future for them to say HI !
With shoelaces untied and raincoats on,
Walking around, listening to songs,
All of them mum,
But their minds speaking a thousand words,
Probably that’s why they heard,
“ Iddu Sneha sangamam…”
The unconditional love bonded us together,
The measureless care we had for each other,
The unspoken responsibility we shared together,
The countless times we messed up,
The numerous solutions that followed,
The innumerable first time experiences we shared,
The uncountable songs we sung together,
The boundless eye conversations,
The endless games we played,
The unrestricted Truths and Dares,
The unimaginable replies,
The disappointed working weekends,
The joyful trips to GKK n MacD,
The uncontrollable chain mails,
The long lunch time discussions over them,
The famous commissions earned in Spice n Ice,
The amazing movies seen over a beer,
The lovely rain trips to BK,
The hogging on Kulfi after finishing at Ganesh Bhel,
The early morning walks to Goodluck,
Patching up fights over Bun Maska Chai,
The late night roommate talks,
The hustle for bathroom the next morning,
The fights for the kitchen chores,
The wooing done for her clothes,
The mid night trips to aundh,
Singing songs for him to speak along,
A journey of friendship,
A journey called life,
Made beautifully worthwhile,
Because of you guys..
A tribute… a dedication to all my friends…
Happy Friendships Day!!!
And then at the stroke of midnight,
Three musketeers on the ground,
With bottles in their hands,
Wishing, not to be found,
Talking senti with all the time that has flown by,
Awaiting the future for them to say HI !
With shoelaces untied and raincoats on,
Walking around, listening to songs,
All of them mum,
But their minds speaking a thousand words,
Probably that’s why they heard,
“ Iddu Sneha sangamam…”
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Nadi (River) ho tum...
Yeh waqt lage hai bhaari,
Yah pal lage arsa sa,
Yeh mann kahe tham jane ko,
Magar,
Ruko mat, behe jaao tum.
Nadi ho tum, bas behtejaao tum.
Puri na ho gar tumhaari aakankshaayen,
Lage door tumhara abhi yeh sapna,
Ummeed ne gar choda ho daman tumhara,
Magar,
Ruko mat, behe jaao tum.
Nadi ho tum, bas behtejaao tum.
Hoge agar tum aaj besahara,
Lage sara jahan yeh anjaana sa,
Jeena lage hai abh mushkil,
Magar,
Ruko mat, behe jaao tum.
Nadi ho tum, bas behtejaao tum.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Spirituality
Kaun beej bota hai yaaroon,
Phal yeh kaun chakhe.
Yeh jag jantar mantar maya,
Kaun yeh khel raache.
Kaun chadhaaye roz yeh suraj,
Pawan kaun phoonke.
Din jo aaye jaaye nirantar,
Kaun hisaabh dhare.
I usually prefer to travel alone. No one to talk to. That ways I get to ponder on things that otherwise I feel not worthy of. The thought process usually begins with pondering on points that happened in the immediate past. What people had said to me, what I was claiming to be correct, my reactions to the situations and arguments, what could have gone better, in which way I should have said the things that would have been more appropriate, what choice of words should have I used that would have had a greater impact. And the saga continues till I fall asleep.
This time it was a question raised by Sahadevan, “Do you think I am more SPIRITUAL than you are?” To which I replied, “Anyone is more SPIRITUAL than I am!”
During my entire childhood and till date, I always remember following my dad. He has always done whatever he found to be correct irrespective of what others think or do. I guess I have picked up this quality (to some extent I must say) from him. I speak or act in the way I feel is correct. Reasoning out things is what he has taught me. Though I very easily forget the reasoning part according to my convenience, but most of the time I do need reasons for the way people expect me to act or behave.
So, in respect to the spirituality topic that I had begun with, I have never asked for reasons when people say that God existed and the He is there to help us all, or that nothing in the world happens against His will. But when it comes to me praying everyday or going to the temple on regular basis is where I raise my eyebrows. Who defined these rules of praying? Who says that it’s only when you follow the rules of worshipping that you can connect to God?
Every individual is free to choose his/her own religion and the way he/she wishes to worship the Lord. Me not going to the temple does not make me any less religious than anyone who does. It’s the sincerity with which one prays that matters. It’s not the number of times one prays but the amount of belief with which one prays.
My school teachers have taught me that God is our friend. We can confess anything to Him and to always trust this Friend of ours. Think of Him at times of joy, Seek Him when in trouble. I guess this Friend concept is deep rooted in my mind now. So whenever there is a problem I go “Lord, help me out here.” and when something goes according to my expectations the head turns upwards and a little thank you to the Friend is never missed out.
That’s my way of connecting to the Almighty.
Phal yeh kaun chakhe.
Yeh jag jantar mantar maya,
Kaun yeh khel raache.
Kaun chadhaaye roz yeh suraj,
Pawan kaun phoonke.
Din jo aaye jaaye nirantar,
Kaun hisaabh dhare.
I usually prefer to travel alone. No one to talk to. That ways I get to ponder on things that otherwise I feel not worthy of. The thought process usually begins with pondering on points that happened in the immediate past. What people had said to me, what I was claiming to be correct, my reactions to the situations and arguments, what could have gone better, in which way I should have said the things that would have been more appropriate, what choice of words should have I used that would have had a greater impact. And the saga continues till I fall asleep.
This time it was a question raised by Sahadevan, “Do you think I am more SPIRITUAL than you are?” To which I replied, “Anyone is more SPIRITUAL than I am!”
During my entire childhood and till date, I always remember following my dad. He has always done whatever he found to be correct irrespective of what others think or do. I guess I have picked up this quality (to some extent I must say) from him. I speak or act in the way I feel is correct. Reasoning out things is what he has taught me. Though I very easily forget the reasoning part according to my convenience, but most of the time I do need reasons for the way people expect me to act or behave.
So, in respect to the spirituality topic that I had begun with, I have never asked for reasons when people say that God existed and the He is there to help us all, or that nothing in the world happens against His will. But when it comes to me praying everyday or going to the temple on regular basis is where I raise my eyebrows. Who defined these rules of praying? Who says that it’s only when you follow the rules of worshipping that you can connect to God?
Every individual is free to choose his/her own religion and the way he/she wishes to worship the Lord. Me not going to the temple does not make me any less religious than anyone who does. It’s the sincerity with which one prays that matters. It’s not the number of times one prays but the amount of belief with which one prays.
My school teachers have taught me that God is our friend. We can confess anything to Him and to always trust this Friend of ours. Think of Him at times of joy, Seek Him when in trouble. I guess this Friend concept is deep rooted in my mind now. So whenever there is a problem I go “Lord, help me out here.” and when something goes according to my expectations the head turns upwards and a little thank you to the Friend is never missed out.
That’s my way of connecting to the Almighty.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Donno wat to say !!!
What a life, UP and BRIGHT.
I’ve learnt to enjoy, even when the schedule is tight.
Old things have to be left behind.
New things coming up with time.
Let go things.
Move out of your shell,
For something new, For something rare.
Discover yourself.
Unleash yourself.
Fly high like an eagle,
For what you aim is to be a seagull.
Struggling hard, Striving smart.
To advertise your work is an art.
What decides is the shrewdness in you,
Where you’ll end up, Oh Maloo Oh Maloo.
You may not be smart, you may not be wise.
You may be always falling prey for being a novice.
But do not let yourself low, do not loose hope.
For life is UP and life is BRIGHT.
I’ve learnt to enjoy, even when the schedule is tight.
Old things have to be left behind.
New things coming up with time.
Let go things.
Move out of your shell,
For something new, For something rare.
Discover yourself.
Unleash yourself.
Fly high like an eagle,
For what you aim is to be a seagull.
Struggling hard, Striving smart.
To advertise your work is an art.
What decides is the shrewdness in you,
Where you’ll end up, Oh Maloo Oh Maloo.
You may not be smart, you may not be wise.
You may be always falling prey for being a novice.
But do not let yourself low, do not loose hope.
For life is UP and life is BRIGHT.
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