And it happened..

As I walked out of my house to the parking lot, I had this inexplicable feeling in me that something is going to trigger a volley of emotions out of me.. Some people call it the sixth sense, I call it a case of bad stomach..

So here I am, Had a nice bowl of Sticky rice and stir fried vegetables along with a liberal dose of the yellow poison last night.. Nothing in the world makes me more happy than a plate of good food... A good company Of course came as an added accompaniment.. It was turning out to be a beautiful evening and thank god it ended on the same note... I went home happy and satiated and slept with a contented smile on my face.. After all, I had just had a bowl of amazing food..

Today morning was a diabolical contrast from an eventful evening yesterday.. I was woken up rudely by the constant pitter patter in my stomach.. If it was not for the pain, I would have enjoyed the mellifluous music emanating from the nether world.. However; the constant pain diminished any hope in me of enjoying the music.. On top of that, the sight of a typical aloo parantha, smeared with love and affection of butter from my mum made it worse.. Without taking a morsel, I rushed into the loo, more to convince my mum of my unwillingness to eat it rather than the actual need of being in the loo.. But mother's as they say, is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.. I had to take at least one bite to convince her that I still love her food.. How much I would repent that decision in the course of the day..

Ideally I should have taken a break from work but the world veers towards collapsing that very day when you entertain the thought of staying in the salubrious confines of your house plus your blackberry vibrates more that day and your boss suddenly starts asking for reports.. We call it law of averages, don't we?

Anyway, traffic as usual didn't help me and my stomach but had it not been for my self control, I would have stopped my car right in the middle of the road, giving a good view of my rear to the fellow travellers..

I reach office and promptly get to know that I have been made a part of some never ending meeting.. My mood worsens when instead of talking about the core issues, people crack jokes.. Some typical and unlaughable jokes on wives and monday morning blues.. With no option left, I struggle to smile and finally some smart alec realises that we must not waste time and get cracking on the issues.. They talk and I listen and then they listen and my stomach talks.. Boy, it was a sight to see/hear.. After every 30 seconds my stomach will give a timely reminder to give a consideration to it and leave the world as it is and rush to the loo.. I eventually did.. As I am enjoying the release of my embarrassment, I hear someone say in a muffled voice ' Sir,  this project is so important, we can't let things that are more important interfere with it'...

Love can be cruel

Plato once said, 'at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet'. I don't know if the transformation in me from being a corporate guy to a semantically poetic mandarin will ever happen but love certainly has given me a reason to smile again..

Nostalgia can be utterly be heartbreaking. I personally hate the feeling I get when I think of great things that used to be a part of my life which are no longer with me. This can especially be true of an amazing and beautiful past relationship.

 

Why do we always end up not being with the person that we most desperately wanted to be with?

 

When I had lost my love, I was full of anguish and disbelief when it happened. I couldn't believe my eyes and my ears.

When my relationship failed, I wanted to bring back my beloved, as I felt deep in my heart that we should be together. But I did not know what went wrong and why things happened the way they did!

The heartache and pain I went through could literally tear me apart!!!!!

With the passage of time, I learnt to live without her albeit deep down, I wished always to hold her again, to kiss her again, to make love with absolute abandon pleasure. I became stupidly eccentric in my behaviour. Her non-existence in my life was turning me into a loner. I needed help. I needed councelling. I needed someone to sit across me, talk to me and force me for one final cry. It never happened and I trudged along never really being aware of the fact that I still loved her..

And then it happened.. Years of separation ceased.. A simple hi indemnified the loss of years..

Today I am happy again. I have extended a warm invitation to life to become my friend once more.. Whoever said, 'of all the 36 alternatives, running away is the best' should come and look at my life.. Had I run away from the inherent desire in me to find her again, I would have been bereft of happiness today..

Wish for something hard and it will come true..

Stay safe people.. Until me meet again..

Cheers

Incredible: Copied blog

If you had not heard of Narayanan Krishnan, as I had not, it is a collective failure. This is one of the most incredible stories of personal commitment.

Narayanan Krishnan, all of 29 years old now, does what he was professionally trained to do as a chef. Feed people. Only Krishnan does not do this in the swanky confines of a 5-star hotel. Every day, he wakes up at 4 am, cooks a simple hot meal and then, along with his team, loads it in a van and travels about 200 km feeding the homeless in Madurai, Tamil Nadu.

Krishnan feeds, often with his hands, almost 400 destitute people every day. And for those who need it, he provides a free haircut too.


According to CNN, eight years ago, this award-winning chef with a five-star hotel chain was all set to go to Switzerland for a high-profile posting. On a visit to a Madurai temple, he came across a homeless, old man eating his own human waste. That stark sight changed Krishnan's life.

Much to the dismay of his parents, CNN says, Krishnan abandoned his career plans and decided to spend his life and his professional training in looking after those who could not care for themselves. He has provided more than 1.2 million hot meals through his nonprofit organisation Akshaya Trust, and now hopes to extend this to shelter for the homeless too.
Krishnan is the only Indian in a list of 10 heroes that CNN has picked worldwide to honour. One of them will be chosen CNN Hero of the Year, selected by the public through an online poll. If many Indians get together to vote for this inspiring man, he can win by a long mile.
If Krishnan wins he will get $100,000 in addition to the $25,000 that he gets for being shortlisted for the Top 10. Akshaya Trust needs all the monetary support it can get to build on Krishnan's dream. Let's help him get there.

Traffic

What is it with me and the traffic? Do they follow me or I just get enmeshed in the chaos? Whatever it is, I must have lost half my life manning the steering wheel of my car. First it was Bombay (Sorry, I have still not gotten used to calling it Mumbai) and now the ever maddening roads of Gurgaon and Delhi.

I intentionally left today at 10 hoping desperately to avoid the swarms of cars, autos and buses but as luck would have it, I still reached office in 2 hours. Am I losing an hour of my management time because of commuting? Am I also losing out on spending some quality time with my significant other? Or do I need to get smart and understand time management better?

Whatever it is, in my list of ever increasing problems, traffic has clawed on the top.

The other option is to hire a driver and spend the travelling time on my laptop doing work, however; for some reason I have not gotten used to having faith on drivers. Either they drive recklessly thinking they may give competition to some of the F1 drivers or they steal money while filling petrol.. I can live with the thought of being driven fast but getting cheated is something that I have zero tolerance for..

As you can see, my confused state of mind refuses to think rationally. Those who have read my blog, please kindly suggest some panacea for my problem.. May be your suggestions would reduce some of my problems.

Stay safe people..

Cheers

Autumn of love..

Autumn is in the air and the leaves are blossomed,
I kiss you tender and I kiss you slow,
Autumn is long gone and the air is thick,
But I still feel you and kisses galore.

Love kept us together and love kept us apart,
the shadow of seasons made it strong,
seasons are long gone and the air is thick,
but I still feel you and kisses galore.

You made me strong and you made me cry,
tears of heaven were golden with the touch,
tears are long gone and the air is thick,
but I still feel you and kisses galore.

We will meet again and take the vows,
live the moments and make it etched,
autumn will come again and the air would smile,
I feel you and kisses are back,
Autumn will come again and so will I....

By: Kunal Yashvardhan

So finally I have convinced myself to write blogs. Hmmm, its going to be a task, however; I am ready to face the challenges to being crtiticized and loved.

Last Friday turned out to be quite an eventful day for me and for the 1400 other people. We were not only regaled by the dynamic triumvirate of Shankar Ehsaan loy but yours truly was also happily in a state of stupor by the end of the evening. At some level, I think, being drunk gives you an extra impetus to do things that one would usually avoid when sober. I can't remember how many discussions I got into about training, Kashmir, Heavy metal and god knows what else. Needless to say I barely remember some of them.

Saturday was spent nursing the hangover and Sunday came as a breath of fresh air. I usually avoid stepping out on Sundays but I made it an exception this time. I drove on my own, meandering aimlessly and finally reached a spot which immediately took my breath away. A small town, not very far from Gurgaon and nothing spectacularly beautiful welcomed me with a slight drizzle. I could have driven along listening to Bob Marley but decided to stop and have a cup of tea and thats when I saw the majestic Arravalis standing tall and fierce. Boy, it was a sight to behold. Rain trickling down, a cup of tea in my hand, strangers talking animatedly and Arravalis as inviting as always.. Truly a fantastic Sunday..

I would hopefully keep writing and not necessarily about my chores.. I know it can get terribly boring to read.. Until I see you again..

Be safe people..

Cheers