Mrs Pereira is dead

Mrs Pereira is dead. She died on Easter Sunday. Alone. In an old age home. From what I heard,

Thank you Teacher

I guess this is a few weeks late, but I was a little packed the first week of September and couldn’t do this. So now that I finally got down to sitting on the keyboard, I couldn’t help but traverse down memory lane. School days have given me some of the best moments of my life and they still manage to bring a smile to my face. As I ran through those memories I found that some memories just can’t be forgotten. And so I decided to thank those teachers who made these moments possible.

Before you utter the H word

I hate it. I just cant stand that person. Oh How I hate that… I hate. I hate

Hi all,

The next time you feel hatred/loathing/intense dislike for someone or something , take a moment to remember this beautiful passage:

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.
Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.
This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him.
This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.
Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.

[1 John 4: 7-12]

Hope That helps,
Robin.

The rain-mood-age connection

The Rains have finally arrived in Pune and they have arrived with a bang.  The roads are back to flood mode. Going anywhere in Pune now is a pain. You get up in the morning, pile on a mountain of  rainy gear and drive to office hoping all the way nobody splashes you.  With the kind of luck you have, it has to rain. The helmet gets all foggy. If you have specs on then your visibility is below zero. Consider yourself lucky if you  reach office without hearing a single abuse or knocking somebody on the way. With the wet roads and your temporary blindness you drive slowly, thus getting wet further and reaching office grumpier than normal.  You finally arrive at office partially wet in spite of all that anti-wet gear. Grumbling all the time you somehow get out the damn raincoat. You drag yourself to the desk in damp socks, wet shoes and a totally irritated mood.  Good Morning ? What @#@#@! good morning. This day sucks.This season sucks. When is this rain gonna go away ?

FLASHBACK ………say 4-5 years.

You are attending the most boring lecture ever.  The professor drones on and on about some stupid theory that he barely understands. He scribbles something on the board half expecting the class to copy it. You don’t even have your notebook open. Your eyes are out of the window. The rain can be heard banging at the college walls. Like a savior trying to free you from this monster called Engineering. The wind blowing from the broken window panes is refreshing. You just have to be outside. You sense an identical mood among friends (Birds of a feather do flock together 🙂 )The bell rings and half of the class is out. At least the half that sat in the corner and back benches of the class. Everybody wants to be free. You head to the canteen, where you locate an empty set of chairs.  Nobody is keen on getting wet. So the chairs are squeezed together under the last remaining bit of covered area outside the canteen. Everybody orders tea.  They sit there enjoying the breeze, watching the rains (and the occasional girl who happens to pass by). Life is Bliss.

FLASHBACK ………say 8-10 years.

School summer vacations are just drawing to a close. The hot summer has been utilized most efficiently playing cricket in the evenings and cards in the afternoon. The sun has been blazing away for a good two months. Part of your mind is beginning to wonder about the upcoming first day at school. You are having the perfect vacation. And it just got better. The weather has suddenly changed. It’s all cloudy and gray. A wind is howling and there is a lot of dust in the air. Its time for rain. Time for football. Everybody is back on the ground. The game starts and in the heat of the game, all hell breaks loose. The rain starts coming down in torrents. The wind now resembles a mini-gale and within no time everybody is wet. Mothers and elder sisters are howling at us from windows to get inside. Like we care. We continue to run in the fresh puddles chasing that ball.We kick, we push and we fall.  Oh what a beautiful game. You can hardly see the next person but you are still running. The game continues amidst the thunder and lightning. When we finally return home, we are all  soaked to our bones. And our clothes. Oh they are all caked in chikad. We resemble the pigs that roll in the mud. Moms can be heard howling at kids from every house. Spankings and wailing’s  make their presence known in some. We are loving it. There is a nice warm bath waiting for you. And if you are lucky some bhajiyas. Hot garma garam bhajiyas. Oh life is wonderful. Now to just curl up and sleep.

School has started. We are all dressed up. New uniforms, shiny polished shoes and decent haircuts. We can look smart when we want to after all. And we cycle off to school. It’s a cloudy day, which suits us as we race against each other or simply ride as slowly as possible. In the evenings we cycle back home and if we are lucky, it rains. Cats and dogs. We peddle  back in the rains. Zero visibility, zero brakes and our rain coats all neatly tucked inside our bags. We make it a point to cycle through every puddle, to splash each other with as much dirty water as possible. Aah rain. What would we do without it.

BACK TO THE PRESENT:

There is a set of mails in my in-box detailing the tasks to be competed today. The dull sky just makes everything and everybody seem so dull. Sighing I get started on the work for the day.

“Don’t know what to title this one” – Part 2

She looked at him for a few moments. An unnatural stillness had descended on the room. No, not the room, just around the two of them. His heart waited for the crushing blow that was to follow. It seemed an eternity before she spoke. “Yes”, she said, “It’s from Ananya.”  Now who the hell was this character. He knew he was to lose her, but to Ananya. Who is he?. “And why do I care after all that has happened?”, he thought. “This is good”,  his brain told him. “You are officially replaced. Now you should be free. Let her go.”

“We got engaged last week. It was a small ceremony”. She got up to pour herself some water. It almost sounded like an apology to him. Like she had even remembered him than. Aloud he said, in what he hoped was a normal voice, “Oh that’s fine.” But he wasn’t. ” So how did he meet him ? ”

“Don’t know what to title this one” – Part 1

He lay in the bed, his eyes fixed on the rose flowers in the room. The sun beating on the green curtains left the hospital room covered in a greenish tinge. Roses, Jasmines, Violets and some unknown names. They filled the room with their beauty and fragrance. He sighed.  His eyes swept over the little cards on each of those beautiful bouquets. Her name was on none of them. “Well”, he thought “could only mean one of the two –  Either I have been cast out oh her mind completely, or I was never there. Either ways it really does not matter to me. But I…” and his mind wondered again.

Old memories washed over him. Each centered around a single face. Two beautiful eyes, a set of  eyebrows guarding over them, a small dignified nose followed by a pink lips… it still awed him that these  few put together were capable of producing a gamut of expressions on her face…. That face…. “FOCUS! FOCUS!”, his mind scolded him. He couldn’t let his emotions take control again. Moving on hadn’t been an easy thing. He couldn’t  slide back again.” I just need to think about other things”.

“Don’t know what to title this one” – The inspiration

Been a lonnnnnnnnnng time since I dared paste some words here. Too lazy to spend more time before the PC. I mean I spend 9 hours before it earning my living. So just didn’t have the mood to think up something to fill the digital space.

Unfortunately for you folks, where the conscious mind stops boring others, the unconscious starts making its own efforts. Couple of nights back I managed to dream up an entire story. (I wont call it a classic yet!!) Maybe its the effect of reading these fiction books in the night.  But what the dream did do is, it made me type again. And well for the lazy man, a dream is an easy thing to blog about.

So I decided to make a two part story of my dream and force it on you guys. Bear in mind that

“This story is a DREAM. Not a VISION. Not a nightmare. Just a DREAM. Random collection of thoughts that are not in any manner connected to our/my/your world. All the characters int it are fictional and created in the minds of the author, bearing no resemblance to anyone known or unknown to him.

(That’s to be on the safe side. Now move to Part 1)

P.S. : The title is not a working title. It is THE Title. As I didn’t find any knockout lines in the dream, and being too lazy to come up with an original, the above will hold for the two parts.

A man by any name

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Maybe Shakespeare wasn’t thinking proper when he went and wrote all this praise for Romeo. ( Not that the bard had a very easy name either, but I shall refrain from tossing further muck at the great man).

Fact remains that the above two lines have become a good excuse for parents world over when their children start questioning the names given to them. I mean how would you feel if your parents named you Pistol.

Why Xmas ?

First and foremost “Wish all of you out there a very very  Merry and Happy Christmas”.

Every year on this day I send and receive a lot of messages and best wishes from my near and dear ones. Calls from people, emails, smses all spreading the holiday cheer.

My stolen thought for the day…

There Comes A Point In Your Life When You Realize…

Who Matters,

Who Never Did,

Who Won’t Anymore…

And Who Always Will !!

So, Don’t Worry About People From Your Past…

There’s A Reason Why They Didn’t Make It To Your Future !!

 

P.S. : Ya , Its from a mail I received . May not be new, may not be original, but what the heck. It made my day. Cheers