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Monday, October 6, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Penning my feelings
I started writing poems ever since I was in standard eighth. While the frequency for that form of expression ebbs and flows, I have continued to write on and off over these years. All my old poems and my thoughts are still stored in my MOM’s cup-boards as she was very passionate about me writing poems.
I recall realizing early on that when I wrote my first poem ever which was the time when my grand-mother had expired and I was very much touched by that moment.
After that my passion continued when we went to MALSHEJ GHAT.
Tying my thoughts up with a neat and beautiful bow at the end of the poem was a great way for me to reflect and unwind, particularly when I was experiencing something unsettling.
Well at times I enjoyed writing articles as well. There is a sort of romance that comes with the handwritten memoirs and notes. Tapping a keyboard doe not hold the same pensive creativity as scribing in ink does.
An honest feeling which I always felt was that my mind forms thoughts and sentences faster than my hand can write .For which I have to accept the technology for now.
So unless I pick my dearest pen and write a lovely poem/article I don’t get the wonderful feeling or say sensation of putting my thought process on paper.
I recall realizing early on that when I wrote my first poem ever which was the time when my grand-mother had expired and I was very much touched by that moment.
After that my passion continued when we went to MALSHEJ GHAT.
Tying my thoughts up with a neat and beautiful bow at the end of the poem was a great way for me to reflect and unwind, particularly when I was experiencing something unsettling.
Well at times I enjoyed writing articles as well. There is a sort of romance that comes with the handwritten memoirs and notes. Tapping a keyboard doe not hold the same pensive creativity as scribing in ink does.
An honest feeling which I always felt was that my mind forms thoughts and sentences faster than my hand can write .For which I have to accept the technology for now.
So unless I pick my dearest pen and write a lovely poem/article I don’t get the wonderful feeling or say sensation of putting my thought process on paper.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Another Aspect in my life is of a typical work life :-
As an employee I have always been a very driven professional. My work of the company for me always came first . I am a Funloving person but when It comes to my commitments I am very strict .It always motivated when my Next manager always got reported saying “ Bhakti gives good results “.Not only that but also I was always promoted by reaching the goals of the company . As I progressed and a track record was established I wanted to raise the benchmark after benchmark. I kept driving myself and my team harder but I always took good care of the team ....with them I enjoyed the weekends, monthly closings and after hours etc...For about a decade I never noticed that some may have had more needs/issues than I was addressing as a boss. I never noticed somebody crying (I mean distressed). A few days ago, a young team member came to me on some issue and I could 'read' an unshed 'tear'... I never let it fall.
I do not know why...I remembered the few occasions in the past when I could not prevent the tears from being shed in my room. I wonder whether I could have been a bit more 'compassionate' or 'considerate'.
I thank those colleagues of mine who shed those tears for me and my organizations, which I failed to notice. They made huge contributions and sacrifices.
Today I express gratitude to this young 'expressive' colleague who taught me how to 'read a 'tear' without shedding one.
“I was happy when I started understanding my people better and giving them Justice .”
And Believe me people started addressing me as
“ Her style is High energy and result –oreinted .”
I do not know why...I remembered the few occasions in the past when I could not prevent the tears from being shed in my room. I wonder whether I could have been a bit more 'compassionate' or 'considerate'.
I thank those colleagues of mine who shed those tears for me and my organizations, which I failed to notice. They made huge contributions and sacrifices.
Today I express gratitude to this young 'expressive' colleague who taught me how to 'read a 'tear' without shedding one.
“I was happy when I started understanding my people better and giving them Justice .”
And Believe me people started addressing me as
“ Her style is High energy and result –oreinted .”
What is life if Full of care
What is life if Full of care
It was just 8:45 am that I came to my office . I was just wondering how the day could be imagining how I wanted it to be Just like a beautiful day .Not rainy not very sunny .Just like a perfect one. It didn’t even matter that I travelled around say about 60 kms one way which takes me aoround one and a half hour to come here stuck in traffic jams and the bad roads on the way . But still hoping it to be a perfect day.
I went to the terrace with my management books with a cup of tea all blenched with ginger and spent an hour immersed in all that terms of our “PrInCiPLes AnD PrAcTiCeS Of MaNaGeMeNt “ pondering over what to teach to the students today ,occasionally indulging in the sneaky joy of being distracted by the birds in the classroom.What a bliss !What a soothing luxury . In the midst of a maddening city like Pune which is beset by horrible weather, I found myself experiencing something different ,rare, unfamiliar but it was happiness . I was just lost . My mind knew that I am in the office unusually not somewhere outside maybe shopping for my baby, or watching a movie with friends or my dance class or curled up in the bed with my favourite books of James Hadley .I suddenly remembered the poem which I learnt in my school days and pondered over it . Leisure, by W. H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
We really are so much lost these days within ourselves that we hardly have anytime to look at the beauties and the bliss that nature has given us. We go to all those artificial places where we can relieve our stress and also do whatever possible things to make ourselves free from all the worries and tensions that we have for the day . But did we ever think that we have all ready made stress-boosters which are given to us by Our Mother Nature is so free of cost. However she just needs our attention to her at least for say 2 minutes a day
It was just 8:45 am that I came to my office . I was just wondering how the day could be imagining how I wanted it to be Just like a beautiful day .Not rainy not very sunny .Just like a perfect one. It didn’t even matter that I travelled around say about 60 kms one way which takes me aoround one and a half hour to come here stuck in traffic jams and the bad roads on the way . But still hoping it to be a perfect day.
I went to the terrace with my management books with a cup of tea all blenched with ginger and spent an hour immersed in all that terms of our “PrInCiPLes AnD PrAcTiCeS Of MaNaGeMeNt “ pondering over what to teach to the students today ,occasionally indulging in the sneaky joy of being distracted by the birds in the classroom.What a bliss !What a soothing luxury . In the midst of a maddening city like Pune which is beset by horrible weather, I found myself experiencing something different ,rare, unfamiliar but it was happiness . I was just lost . My mind knew that I am in the office unusually not somewhere outside maybe shopping for my baby, or watching a movie with friends or my dance class or curled up in the bed with my favourite books of James Hadley .I suddenly remembered the poem which I learnt in my school days and pondered over it . Leisure, by W. H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
We really are so much lost these days within ourselves that we hardly have anytime to look at the beauties and the bliss that nature has given us. We go to all those artificial places where we can relieve our stress and also do whatever possible things to make ourselves free from all the worries and tensions that we have for the day . But did we ever think that we have all ready made stress-boosters which are given to us by Our Mother Nature is so free of cost. However she just needs our attention to her at least for say 2 minutes a day
Life is a set of experiences
Life is a set of experiences
One such experience was this one :::::::::::
One day I was travelling :----------------------------------------------------
Today I when I was travelling on my way I met this Taxi driver .He was a very descent person in the beginning .But when he started talking too much I was going mad . Well I told him that I am not feeling well . But still he continued to talk . At last I had to tell him that “I will sleep now bhaiyya.Mera station aaya to mujhe jaga do plz.”
He deliberately said ok didi.
I meet many different people when I am on my way .One day I was travelling from chandni chowk to Hinjewadi where I met the driver .. We just saw an accident happened at the Mumbai –pune bypass highway. The man was fine. And we took a breath of relief . Now he had some reminiscences of his past to tell to me.
He told me that “A 45-year-old man from was killed late Wednesday in a single-car crash on the same express highway at around 9:45 pm . He was driving from there where the cops stopped his car and asked this driver to drive the dead body to the nearest police station . He refused to do that saying his wife is pregnant and would be delivering the baby anytime so he needs to be with her all the time.
But still the cops forced him saying that you have to obey the orders of police saying that “next time if you meet with any problem we will never even help you.”
He agreed to help.Then they shifted the body to the sasoon hospital .He could only come out of that entire mess after 10’am in the morning. And could you imagine what might have happened in the hospital there ? The cops left the place giving the charge completely to the people who were into the postmortem dept. and they caught hold of the poor driver who helped them out. And to his surprise the cops had given him faulty (wrong number ) as their contact number saying that in future anytime if you need our help you can always call us on that number.
That driver was narrating this whole story to me .And above that he gave me his strong comments over that issue saying that “ I will never help anyone in life after that incident . If at all I see anyone dying on the road and dying out of thirst I will be the one who will run away from there.If my normal speed of driving is 70 kms after seeing that I will drive at 100 kms speed”.
So I just thought of sharing this experience with you .
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