Nothing New

Ever wondered, whether yesterday’s sore enemies can become best of friends, today? Nah!!! Well, ahaaaan!!! Who’s the witness of this brutal crime, of course I am. Today, the enemies have become best of friends, recommending each other everywhere, and are found on every social networking site. Does this sound weird to you? Not really, after all man is a social animal. I have two such examples right here, but then let it be as it is their life and their choice. Sometimes, life takes unexpected turns and leaves you with very less choices. People want to be recognized everywhere and they want to be connected to only those who have already smelt the scent of recognition. Yesterday, you back-bitted them and today you are on their feet. Fair, I say fair enough.

Mood swings? Nope, my observation. Nowadays, people are trying to change their old habits as they prepare to begin a new life, professionally. They swear not to repeat their mistakes again. They swear to climb the ladder smoothly without any hiccups and these very swears scare me.

Never mind, wish I was Geet of JWM, carefree, full of life, and very positive outlook. I think I too am ready for a change. Things that I have only dreamt of, I think I should better get them in real life too. I am ready and the three words that are keeping my dreams away from turning to reality are; get, set, and go ;).

Remembering Pinchy

These days I miss Pinchy a lot. I miss everything about him. I miss his morning face and our morning walks. I miss his daily activity of sitting in front of the kitchen door waiting for his breakfast, lunch, mid-day snacks, and dinner. I miss his wagging tail and his sleeping under my bed. I miss his late night eating habits and his barks. I miss his tantrums and his mood swings. I miss his snow white coat and him small body frame. I miss the way he walked on the road and I miss the way he relaxed. I miss his birthdays that I always forgot and only remembered a day late. I miss him so much. It has been over a year since he left me and ironically, I remembered his birthday. I wish I could go back to the very minute where I assumed that his going away will not effect my life in a big way, but it did. I used to talk to him and share all my secrets and he listened to me intently. He was the single store house of all my secrets, gossips, back-bites, and so on. I shared all my emotions with him; when mom scolded me or I had a bad day at the office, or when I went shopping with friends, or even when we friends fought. He is irreplaceable. I wish I could have been there when he breathed his last, in fact, I was there, but not near him. He had a sudden death and he died alone. I would always be regretful and also cherish the 17 years that we spent together.

Sweet Poison

I so want to open the fridge and pop a sweet into my mouth. I so want to eat the sweet, it is an insult to those who with so much love bring sweets for you and you do not even get to eat one. But, behind that one piece of sweet is approx 300 calories that I cannot afford to take in. It’s a sweet poison, can’t eat it and can’t live without it, but can see it, smell it, and dream about it.

The gym is owned by the society and open to all. The charges are minimal and are flooded with members who come as early as 5:30am every day. As one of the walkers is always down everyone has to make an effort to get the lone walker and this bossy aunty never wants to leave the walker ALONE. She walks no less than 40 minutes and she whines non-stop. The minute she steps into the gym to the time she steps out, you can hear her complaining about everything that you can find under the roof and under her skin. My fellow members complained about her nosey and bossy behavior and I always wondered, “God, when would I get lucky?”

Soon, this auspicious day arrived when she in her ever so loud mouth tried to boss me around and my day was made. I guess she thought I would just walk away silently just like other members do or may be out of respect as her daughter and I were batch mates. Honestly, I have no respect for people who refuse to treat others with respect and so, I gave her back and the reply was priceless. I never felt as proud of myself as I did that moment.

I am meeting Veni and Farhad tomorrow. Farhad is leaving good and we all three go back our BPO days. We were great pals, always seem to hang together. Farhad got bored of the political melodrama and chose to move out and that was the last time we met him in person and soon we lost contact with him. We met him on FB.

Suddenly, I am fed up of my friends, especially Veni. Wickedly, I want to end this friendship of ours. Just want to move ahead and move ahead alone. Am I overloaded with work and because of the SWINE FLU scare everywhere, I am bored of my bored life that I have just lost the zing thing. I haven’t shopped with Veni for almost two months; we haven’t gossiped or bitched about anyone even though there is way too much juicy news floating around. Oh!! I don’t know I am just lost.

Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan’s first death anniversary is round the corner. The community that I had joined is back in action or as they claim to be. This community was formed right after 26/11, we were angry and we all vowed to do something, something meaningful so that he is remembered forever. We even dedicated a web site to the martyr. We sent invitations to all his friends to visit the web site and if possible talk about him with us, but they chose to lay low. We had endless fights and our egos clashed. People who promised to lead us left without a notice and slowly the community was deserted. What a shame, these members are back with promises that they will again revive the community and do something meaningful for the Major. When I left this community, one of my fellow mod called me a deserter and I joined back as he refused to hear my side of the story. He is an Army officer and I think he never expected this behavior, I am just guessing. I am still there, but I have decided not to be part of their trials and errors anymore until they do something concrete.

Anyway, I am going to help a friend to pen-down something on autumn, kitty party theme.

Miss Me Envious

Envy is ignorance. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

One of my closest friends till date is joining a new company at a senior post. She was jubilant and broke the news to me. My reaction; I was horrified. We have passed out from the same technical writing institution and she is just a couple of months senior to me and today, she is going to join a company at a senior level. OMG, I was tormented after hearing the news. Her news added to my boiling blood, the ingredient was perfect and it increased my ever-so growing frustration. WTF, she is a senior now. Of course, heartlessly I congratulated her.

Honestly, I was not angry about her success (which she thinks I am), but I was angry with myself. I will not deny that for the initial minute’s right after she broke the news, I did feel envious as a bigger post does mean fatter package, but then that was for awhile.

As someone has said ....

Never judge a person as you don't know how he/she has reached there.

And so, I swallowed my anger and my grudge and called her and apologized and congratulated her on her achievement. I know that she has worked donkey hours and put in great effort to reach where she now is and deserve what she has got. So, all the best shivz darling.