It has been close to 2 years I know S. when I joined the project, she was already part of it.
We worked together in the project and have also enjoyed many moments being together.
We were a good support for each other during those critical times in the project. We worked with passion. S and I had many common interests. We learnt designer jewelry making. We loved paintings. Some times when we found time over the weekend, we did paintings of different kinds. Both of us enjoyed those lively moments of cultural events in office and many more. We have love for blackforest cake and whenever I ate I remembered S. To get a good company and enjoying moments is a blessing. I count my blessings and thoroughly enjoyed being with S. And now S had to march towards better things in life. I am happy for her. But something makes me little sad also. I think I am missing her company. S,Thanks for all that you have been for me so far. I wish we continue to have this lovely friendship. I carefully chose my friends and you are one among the treasure I chose.
I believe, to her I mean the same.
The moment we hear about diwali celebrations, no doubt crackers add charisma
to it. During my childhood my sis and myself have had enough enjoyment and have had loads of fun burning crackers.
I usually chose burning the lighters ones. I am still quite scared about the noisy way of celebrating diwali.
It’s been close to 10 years I totally stopped burning crackers because I took an oath not to encourage child labour. I have a strong feeling that any social change does not happen all over a night and its tough for a single person to fight and put things to an end. So if every individual bring in a change and contribute for it there can be a change in the society. Though I was interested in burning crackers I took an oath and followed it till day. But today when I read krishashok’s blog where he had mentioned about crackers being sold with a label “Made without Child Labour”, I was little excited on reading it. I was taken away for a moment that probably there were some changes being implemented for social reformations.
But then I realised this is no less than “cigerette smoking is injurious to health” kinda label when cigerettes are being sold.
Mere marketing strategy!
Few months back my Sis and myself went for a near by saibaba
I think its all Sai baba’s blessing that we got a chance like this.
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
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......
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.....