Children

Children these days are just amazing. Just read this.

A new feeling

A new feeling or emotion was introduced to me off late, by one of the employees at work. It is strange, the way it had come out. One of our employees got me to talk to her about her work and there was some hot exchange of words and she eventually helped me to talk to her in high pitch and express my anger. The talk, the reason and the situation is not new to me. Normally, in such situations, the anger is replaced by disgust or anguish; however this instance, my response to the situation was anger. I could feel my nerves being pulled tight, hands trembling as my body was not used to react to these new type of brain messages.

Strange it was, but I am happy that, that employee got something out of me. She introduced me to anger. I thank her for that.

Thought - Short Story

He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling fan and was both happy and sad. He turned around, and saw on his bed, his laptop next to him, three books, Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud and The Living Universe by Sir Francis Younghusband. Looked at the name of the author, younghusband, thought what would he be called if he is old and living with his wife for many years.

It had struck to him after he returned meeting his friends who all had partners. He was still happy that he was doing all that he wanted and was sad, that it might not last all that long as well.

Peace-full Dream

It has been a while since I dreamt. It is very unusual of me that I sleep with all my senses put to rest at the same time. I have something always running, which will eventually keep me away from a good deep sleep. Result - no deep sleep, no dreams, no remembering of it (even if I do dream)

Strange as it sounds, this afternoon's sleep was amazing. No response to the phone calls, door bells, nothing... It was a deep peaceful sleep where I dreamt and after that I woke up to remember bit of it. I remember a girl running and whole lot of people all scattered across and crying for help. Someone came flying from the sky and started to pick the people up. Well, a lot more things happened after that, but I remember only this.

I presume, I was trying to keep the peace even in my dreams. Trying to fight the odds and I would like to assume that the man flying was me, not heroic, but the scene was a desperate attempt to get something done... I wish I remember more.

That's why I say. It was a dream to bring in the peace in full

'He' again

He feels elated, he feels nice seeing the people around him and thinking how better he is than them.

At the same time, he seeps into thinking the use of it, him being better. All in vain. No efforts to recognise it nor any recognition. Feels sad....

He drinks two cups of coffee back to back and get on with work. He is not sure if it was the coffee or it is just him.... he continues being sure that it is not the former one....

Karma eh?

Am not sure, if this exists in the real life. Off late, I have been coming across this word fairly a lot, or may be it is that I have been reading a lot of books which speak about Karma.

They say, it is carried on for lives you take up in your lifetimes. Again, controversial. I have no opinion on it.

Anyways, a recent incident makes me think, it exists

My colleague was late to work and when he came in, I asked him about it and I was surprised to hear what had happened to him. He lives in one of most affluent localities in Bangalore, India, where the roads are wide, clean and with not many pot holes. People are educated and do think of other people and not just them.

He said,he left his home very early and, may be 6.30 and he was on his bike, to reach office by 7.00. He lives a few kilometers away from the office. He said, it was a pleasant start, nice weather, beautiful morning and he saw a man who was walking his dog. He said, it was nice start and was enjoying his ride and he looked around to notice that there was no one else in the road apart from the man, the dog and him. He said, he met with an accident and I looked at him puzzled. He said, the dog ran away from his master to come under the wheels of his bike. He fell over and on the road and the dog ran away. Is this what you call Karma?

Punctured - Hope Lives on

Monday Morning.. packed up with hectic work schedule starts like this

- Getting ready for a client meet, wearing all the business formals including a suit

- I leave home on my bike to drop my nephew to my cousin's

- The bike wheel punctured on the way to work after dropping my nephew, I think.... bad start

- I park my bike on some street and take an auto rickshaw to reach office

- Just two kilometers on, the auto gave away. The back tyre got punctured !!!

- I take another auto and just a kilometer away, it gave away.... another puncture.... I could not believe it

- I just gave up and decided to walk, though it was almost 11.00 am and I had a client meet at 11.30 am, the office in Electronic City, which was 25 Kms away

but hope lived on I guess... I was walking, pretty much not thinking how the day has started; but thinking how to plan for the rest of the day, with my jacket, helmet, water bottle, my bag in my hand and sweating...

then another auto guy, saw my state and said ' Yellige sir, Banni bidtheeni' (where do you want to go, I shall drop you). I was close to my office and I said, 'elle road end, parvagilla hogtheeni bidi, thanks' (No problem, I have to reach the end of the road, I shall go, Thanks). He said, 'Parvagilla banni, naan yenu charge madalla' (No problem, come in, I wont charge you).

I hopped on to auto and 2 minutes, my office was there. It was good experience, even after such a 'punctured' start of the day, the hope lived on. The client meet was fantastic and we bagged an order as well. May be, it is the luck of another person who had accompanied me.

And all these things happened on the way to office, which is just 4 kilometres away from my home.

Capitalist - is it?

My friend says this little write up and this is all capitalistic by nature. Not sure, if he is true. I always feel, a genuine few words and expressions are worth a million.

A few good words

He was at work, when a client called up, called up for an immediate meeting in her office, 10 miles away. He had to agree as he had no option, reached there on time. Felt good, the client rep was a very pleasing woman. Her smile was genuine, her words were real and this made him more comfortable. She had to discuss an escalation that was not handled well by him, but it was so well put, he felt that he had done a great job and not handling the escalation well, was one off incident. Though the outcome of the meeting was not great, he felt, he had done a great job. Well done ‘he’

Little Pleasures

He was thinking of small things in his life which would give him little pleasures. He had even discussed this with one of his friends as well, who agreed to what he had said, but did not add any value to it. Your beloved coming out of the home to wish you good bye everyday when you leave to work, nice bright happy faces at office, a genuine smile, reading a good friends blog and understand where he/she is coming from, identifying the questions children might ask before they do and surprise them by telling them their next question and seeing their expression on face. Beautiful, he thinks and thinks he is wasting time, trying to identify things that don’t add any value to his daily work. His phone rings and starts the fake conversation..... “We value you as a customer........ and looking for long term relationship with your company.... a fake demeanour..... a fake smile”....................

The 'he' stories

The 'he' stories - I have been thinking of him for a while, well, my beloved blog readers, meet 'Mr.He', a simple human being, trying to tie all of loose ends of his life and exploring himself, in his journey. He is fictional, he is real, well he is like that ....... confused...read on his stories... all blurbs.