Your Wish- Makes you OR Breaks you..

So, I am back to my blog world.It's been one month in hyderabad. And all has been good except for few annoying things which happened with my group. But now, we are over it. The good part is that not only us but even sir, whose miscalculation turned our life upside down for a week, will also remember the events that unfolded in the last month.

What's interesting is that when i recall those anxious yet anger momemnts,they don't leave me fuming but bring a smile on my face.

The whole episode has been a good learning lesson and provided me an insight on how we take things. Sometimes we even make small things look larger than life and sometimes , the opposite.

Just like, joys and sorrows which are always there , but it is upto us as to what to see and what not to , rejoice or cry on our bad luck. It is upto us as to how we perceive them. Sometimes,even a trivial thing brings galore of happiness and sometimes even the biggest of things are received just like any other normal thing.

The whole thing is that no matter we lament or celebrate, this life is not going to stop for us,change for us until we change our attitude towards it. No external factor will bring the change within.

Just like Doubts, which are always there in background ( and resurfaces only during vivas :P ) , it is upto us whether we give them permission to stay in our mind and play with our thoughts or just kick them out and live with peace. Similarly,Good things happen. DITTO for bad things. What we absorb in, what we hold on to - decides how we get to live our life.

My friend once told me- Shit happens. Just keep walking. I would modify it a little bit. Shit has always been there and will always be there. Just watch your steps and keep moving. And if by chance,you happen to step over it, don't make a scene about it. Don't mind people's reaction. Just clean it and move on . Nobody else will do it for u.

It's your life. Make it, break it or throw it away, it's upto you.

Hyderabad, Here I come..

FINALLY, yes finally, my joining letter arrived in my inbox a few days back putting an end to the seemingly endless wait. TCS, my 1st employer, had finally remembered that it recruited us and mailed our joining letters which now seems to be my key to enter into the so called IT world, officially.

But wait, wait, hold on your creative and fast mind which is making the scenes of my happy mood, my 1st cloud-nine reaction in your head after reading the introduction paragraph. Because, the real picture was different, my response didn't match the occasion. For, my 1st reaction was not the happy one. It lacked excitement, joy, sparkle in my eyes which anyone of my friends, who know the pain of sitting jobless even when you are employed, would have shown. They would have immediately put the status on Facebook- " On cloud nine, finally got my jl ( joining letter) :) :) "

But my situation was different. My heart sank down. Annoyance and worry stole my first few moments of expression and disappointment was clearly visible on my face. I went downstairs to inform my grand mother about the joining. And like anybody, she was elated. After hugging me, she asked me the question, one big question- "When and where you have to join?" Answering "when" was not a big deal but "where"... the answer seemed to have stuck and I was finding it hard to say it. I couldn't say it. I was still in shock. And finally in low voice I said- "17th October, HYDERABAD" . Yes, Hyderabad.

Hyderabad, The City Of NAWABS. I don't have a personal dislike for the city as I have never been there. But my initial reaction do suggest that I never expected to have my ILP at Hyderabad. I always thought, it would be Ahmedabad ( after half of my batch mates got their joining there) or Trivendarum (The best ILP centre) but never Hyderabad. And so, here again, life surprised me with twist in tale, like it has always. And once again, it taught me a lesson- never expect things. Expectations kill the joy and excitement of the unknown that nature/life reveals. And moreover, when something doesn't happen as you expect it to happen, you are the only one who gets hurt.

So , I decided, when I leave for Hyderabad, I will not bear any pre-conceived notion about the city and its people in my mind ( for a free-flow of information have started to come in from my relatives lately) but explore myself. Every city is beautiful and so is Hyderabad. And after all, it's going to be the city from where I start my journey to a new destination, a city that will witness the beginning of a new chapter of my life, bringing me a step closer to my dreams, and my first chance to live on my own paving way to the freedom, and finally my Individuality and Identity !!!!! ( No expectations, just being positive, there's a difference between the two, isn't it? )

హియర్ ఐ కం , హైదరాబాద్ !!! (Here I come, HYDERABAD !!! )

Hello Again !!

And so I again make my seasonal entry in the blog world.I have remarkably been consistent in being inconsistent on this front, which has now gradually become my trait. I do miss blogging but that doesn’t imply I miss writing too. For, I have been scribbling a lot of my vague,incoherent and incomprehensible thoughts which unfailingly keeps my mind occupied. Noting down these thoughts in my diary really helps me to keep myself sane in this insanely world around me.
Putting down my uncompiled thoughts, feelings, unfulfilled dreams and my new aspirations and desires..You don’t need to be a writer to pen down your real and honest writings. All you need is a pen and paper and once you start, you’ll know what to write, the words will flow and the ink will form pattern only to be interrupted with the questions and confusions of your mind. Yes, this happens, at least with me, when I make a diary entry that ends having quite a few half written sentences, an entry sans conclusion and title and just a few dots and blanks for the inexplicable feelings, half-baked,uncrystallized views and opinions. And though, it may look incomplete but it holds a different charm and a different meaning and make me realize that there’s still lot to explore and discover to find answers, a deeper dig required to come face to face with my self and keeps alive my quest for knowledge and learning.

And to end up, I don’t know why I am writing this, may be just a guilt for being absent on my blog, failing to keep posting here.So just an entry to say hello to blogosphere !!!

Is this SILENCE is forever??

Sometimes, the choices are not that easy, but still decisions have to be made... This is for a friend of mine..

As I sat in my balcony

A tear trickled down my cheeks,

I looked up and asked him "Why me?"

I felt hapless, hopeless, scared and forlorn

For the pain was too much to bear

More than a cut or a wound would have caused

That night, I slept with tears in my eyes

Remembering the sentences you spoke, my friend

Each and every word chilled me to my bones, tearing me apart

For I knew-

You are not returning back,

I am talking to you no more,

I have lost my friend forever.

I couldn't help, I couldn't tell you-why, why i did,

For sometimes its hard to make others understand one's actions

For sometimes the circumstances around compel one to make a decision

I did the same, just that it wasn't easy for me, choosing between my priorities

And I chose to let you go for a better good in my sense

I chose to remain silent to avoid the scream

And as I look back, I don't regret but just wonder

Wonder-

Will you ever come to know the reason?

Will you ever come back?

Will this silence between us ever be broken?

Morning Raga

I have always listened people talking about how they love staring at starry night, full moon.. but i always noticed that i get more joy, a sense of satisfaction and experience a moment of purity when i stand in my balcony in early wee hours.. Experiencing the silence, and every breathe of fresh air i take in, fills me with energy, i feel myself living completely in a different world, away from busy, hustle and bustle urban life. Hardly any movement, only the movements of birds and their chirping you listen and at some distant temple, chanting of hymns and bells ringing for morning AARTI and the mellifluous call of muezzin to prayer at mosque, and when all these sounds fall on your ears at the same time, its all different, all magical and sounds all spiritual..
I feel so light, so free. My best moments of the day. And i wish to live these moments everyday!

What a day to start with.. when i woke up early morning,after a good night sleep, there was silence around me and an urge to go about and get absorbed in it . And what better way to let my body and mind sync together than to go on a walk..my continuous footsteps on a dark street, guided by early dawn light ,with the full moon still out there in the sky,cold winter winds lashing against my face and the music comforting me...peace within, peace outside!! the gently rising blood pressure within and the cold winds freezing me outside- a deadly combination of opposites synchronous with the moment of fading night and rising day- a moment to relish, to witness how beautifully two opposites complement each other and make it a perfect moment..this is what makes life so strange yet wonderful!

P.S.: Mind you, nothing comes for free, you got to pay for it to experience it- whether it’s your early morning sleep or something else..

Taking a Quantum Leap

Competition. Have a bet, even a 5 year old child today knows what it means. Because from the starting, we are a part of the race, never ending race.

Remember, the line from 3 idiots- “life is a race. Agar tej nahi bhaagoge toh khuchal diye jaoge.. Compete or die.”

It’s so apt on the present scenario, where competition prevails everywhere. Whether you talk about studies, sports, markets, products or any other field, cut throat competition exists. It is because, everybody wants to be first, everybody wants to be recognized, and everybody wants to fulfill dreams. Blame it on our society norms or anything else, the truth is that every second, we compete, figuring out different ways to survive in this competitive world.

Now imagine, what if competition dies? Of course there can be many ways to judge this situation. One of the dimensions I present is – what if competition never exists!!!

Must be thinking is it possible..?? Well, why not.

What if we become so good that competition itself dies for us. What if we raise the bar of excellence and efforts above all that no one could match us… think!!!We’ll have our own league and we’ll be the (only) player. A different feeling to be outstanding in our work that no one else can do as ‘well’ as we do. So here, we are, in a zero competition world, a world of our own, where we define rules for our own self.

Does all this seems to you happen in fairy tales, movies? If yes, then think again. It’s not impossible. The only thing it requires from us is to come out of our cocoon, welcome life with open arms and strike for excellence and not just success.

And remember what baba ranchod das said-

“bachha, kabil bano, success toh jhak marke tumhare peeche bhagge gi.”

So what are you waiting for?? Get up, go and strike for excellence, make your own brand, and redefine success. Go! Kiss the world!!

(Call it 3 Idiots fever or something else, I don’t mind. Wish you all a very happy new year!!! )