WoW Woman

Astro science says Venus reaches its maximum brightness shortly before sunrise or shortly after sunset, for which reason it is often called the Morning Star or the Evening Star.
They also say Women are from Venus .Goes without saying they are the brightest stars.
Well there are so many instances when every woman cribs for having born as a woman.
I am not an exception. But many times I have felt women are god’s best creation. He has carefully painted her. She is a loving daughter to her father, best listener to her friends,
Understanding wife, loving mom. She takes herself in various forms and does the best in every role.

I have come across many inspiring personalities so far. To me a woman means patience, perseverance, bold, acceptance, loving, caring, brilliant, responsible, sincere and smart.
To me real beauty is how smart she is and how well she handles things.

I started my career working in a team which was handled by Ms MK. MK was the account manager then. I have admired MK for her dynamic personality. She was known for the cute smile on her face. Extremely brilliant woman. One is always guaranteed for a smooth work.
MK was known for her best planning. She used to clearly instruct the team. At the time of crisis
MK was never impulsive. She assertively conveyed the plan of action to the team and gets them executed. I was proud at those times that MK liked me the most. She gave me excellent opportunities and brought out my talent.

I admired her for the way she had a work life balance. I have never seen her carrying work pressure to home and vice versa. I learnt from her how much she cared for her family and how she managed to be successful at work also. She identified a best project for me and wanted me to work in that. I remember the day when I told her about my dream project and the kind of exposure I expected. I was just a beginner in my organization then. She appreciated me for that and spoke to so many people and rightly placed me.
Without her I would not have bagged a best performer award for the year and visibility among the top management.

Today when I was rated as best performer, it reminds me the kind of excellent foundation that MK helped to get. The kind of confidence I have when it comes to delegation and the way to deal with the team members are things that I learnt from her.

I am sure MK must be director of a business unit by now. She is one of the smartest women I have come across.

Happy Women’s day readers.

Driving Chronicles

Part III Concluded

I was finding comfortable time to learn car driving. I joined in a school last month.

Initially I was quite not comfortable. Initial classes were in mauriti. Then there was this master who thought me santro. He was very strict and kinda typical master who would scold for any mistake that I did. He used to tease me that I cannot learn driving successfully. The analogy that he had derived from his past experiences was that a software engineer cannot learn anything other than related to software. They are like dumbos and their brain is tuned to a selective frequency. He gave me enough impositions when I made mistake while I changed gears. But I learnt fair enough and finally booked for license test. I was under the impression that mostly everyone would get a license if we went through a school. I took it very easily and I also cleared the test. But I learnt some were also failed. Anyways I have to explore my learning’s in days to comeJ

God save the roads!

Driving Chronicles

PART II

Well, how long will I think of cycling??

I started learning to drive a two-wheeler. My childhood friend had a sunny. She was an expert since our school days. First time without knowing how to raise the accelerator and applying a break, I drove her sunny. To my dismay I raised the accelerator at the maximum and hit hard on a dead end wall on the road. The front part of sunny was into pieces. Our faces went pale. I was like a frozen frog in a heavy rain. I was blemished to look her up, as the sunny could not be even moved. She was answerable to her father and I was thinking what next. We ran to a mechanic shop near by. The mechanic came and picked up the vehicle and got it repaired.

My friend then bought a TVS 50 a year later. She then thought me some basics and helped me in learning. If I am right might be I took 2 days to learn.

When I started working in Chennai, my father bought me a sexy black colored pep. Preity was the brand ambassador then. Even otherwise I felt scooty pep was going good.

My uncle trained me enough to clear the license test. I first drove in the busy roads of T.Nagar. I thought I was confident enough. I used to be so rash while driving and had fun driving that way. Once when I was back from a conference in Tidel Park, I was heading towards my other office where I had to attend another conference. I just had half an hour to reach my office and I was the host of the conference. I did not leave any message to my colleagues before when I left from the office. I was under the impression that I could reach easily. I drove very first in the traffic roads near Tidel without wearing a helmet. I noticed an unusually bigger speed breaker. There was a lorry towards my left and a car near my right. My PROM was fused and I lost control and rose over the speed breakers. I flew above like a super woman and my pep was into sparks and got skidded terribly. I was rolled out like a paper flying on a windy evening towards the corner of the road. I was lying on the road like a pathetically hit cockroach still trying hard to get back to its state. I slowly opened my eyes and realized that there were no injuries on my face. I thanked my stars as I escaped from plastic surgeries and all the above I was alive. I then found three of my left fingers were crushed and it was bleeding badly. My left elbow and knees were bleeding and my shoulder skin was peeled like an onion cut for a sandwich.

There was a huge crowd gathered and the mass was trying to lift me up. I had tremendous will power and my PROM asked them to clear the place to let cool air come. Imagine such a statement from an injured person would have made the people ferociousJ

Never mind, they told me the hospital location.

I then managed to go to a clinic with my colleague. The lab assistant was shocked to see me injured badly. I was very confident that I was not fractured anywhere and could be alright in a month’s time. The doctor then came and gave me the first aid. It then took me close to six months to become alright. The incident did not deride me and it only improved my confidence.

to be continued......

Driving Chronicles

PART I

Learning is a great experience for anyone. I have had many adventurous learning experiences since my childhood.

During my school days I used to dream of cycling up in busy roads. I was a protected child during those days. But I had loads of interest in learning cycling. Every year I used to go to my cousin’s place during summer holidays. I was parallely enrolled into few classes throughout my academics. So I was generally left with hardly 10 days of summer holidays at my cousin’s place. It was during my ninth grade completion when I had my first cycling experience. My cousin and few of her friends thought me. I never fell down when I learnt and I learnt it fair enough. When I was back home, my father bought me a Hercules. That was the stepping-stone of my learning. My grandfather used to accompany me in the mornings to have a better practice.

I did not gain the confidence of cycling until my eleventh grade. But I practiced when I usually went for special classes. I had to go to the special class on a Saturday evening. I cycled up very fast till the road end where it meets the main road. I did not know that I had to wait and look on the turnings. I casually turned left when a bus came very fast. There was hardly any gap between the bus and me. My right hand was bruised as badly as I drove to the pace of bus. I lost my balance. But my PROM(Presence Of Mind) helped me to immediately drop my cycle towards left of the road and I fell towards my left. Imagine had I lost control totally, I would have gone under the bus and would not be now to write this. I was really really scared to go back home. I was sure I would get a big bash from parents. I went straight to the special class. Blood was whoozing from my right hand. I managed to get it dressed up and when I went home told my parents that I fell down, without even letting them know what happened in reality.

Each time when I went wrong and got hit badly, I gained confidence to overcome them. I then started going to my high school in cycle with my other friends.We used to have loads of fun on the way to school.

to be continued.....