This post was never planned though the thoughts expressed here have been frequenting my mind quite often. An incident which happened last night has raised many questions and is thus the driving force for the post.
We humans as individuals always set certain boundaries for self as well as our near and dear ones, we expect people around us to behave,act and talk in a certain way most of the times, we set rules, define relationships, specify whats right and whats not. However what i fail to understand is that why is it that we do not follow what we preach? Why is that we advise others on not doing something but dont hesitate doing it ourselves? When someone wants to listen to their heart, follow his/her dreams, live life on their own terms we either do not let that happen or make situations difficult for them but when it comes to oneself we find ways of justifying our ways and give several excuses to explain our stand. Why is that we give hundreds of reasons to support what we do and believe in and still not give others that one single chance, a chance that can change their entire life?
What is worng for others suddenly becomes right for self and everything else becomes immaterial irrespective of the truth and the intensity of the situation and yet remains wrong for others. Why is it that we follow Double Standards? Why can't rules be the same irrespective of the age, caste, religion, gender, social status etc.
Is it because of the way we are brought up, the society we live in, the values we hold or is it simply because of an inherent human nature or a selfish gene that exists within us.Why dont we understand whats told loud and clear to us and instead try to find out the hidden meaning of whats not told and then make our own conclusions. Why is it that we hurt those people the most who we indeed love and care about. Many a times even when we know we are right and have all the liberty to talk about it, to express, alas we realize that we have no choice but feel helpless and laugh at it. Would life have been simpler and meaningful had it not been just about trying to impress people or the so called society around us, being submissive to the ones who have authority & giving up what you strongly believe in. Why cant we just be our ownself and shed the masks?? Why cant we believe in the happiness of others??
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Hyderabad Blues Part 2
On popular demand by a few of my very close friends, I have finally found some time to write about the most wonderful days of my life in hyderabad. Since my last post I have realized that MBA keeps us busy most of the times doing things which hardly take time..
After the 3 days wait and experiments at the hostel, finally the day i had been looking forward to had come. I had to report for the first day of my training at the office campus , excited I reached the bus depot 15 mins earlier than the reporting time. It was a completely different experience, fresh new faces full of excitement around me, most of them including me wearing new clothes, While i dont remember much of the bus journey from the city to the campus(I am sure it must not have been very exciting. On reaching I was awestruck looking at the campus, it was bigger than I had imagined it to be, with very well built and maintained blocks (buildings). All the trainees who reported on that day were sent to two seperate blocks -3 &4 and what came next was a shocking surprise test for all the 600 plus trainees. Having no choice all of us had to occupy a seat in the training lab which had posh seating arrangements and great infrastructure. While I had started to feel nervous about the test, i could see one little cute girl full of excitement moving here and there looking for a corner seat (corner seats are always safe during exams!!) , finally this girl occupied the seat next to me and from then until the test started or rather the test ended went on talking non stop. chatter patter chatter patter.... and very cleverly passing comments on the people sitting quietly next to her, its a different thing that I was the only girl sitting next to her. Little had i known that this little bak bak machine would turn out to be my best friend in hyd and even after that.
Our batch had the training in a location outside the office campus, we were cleverly deprived of the facilities of the campus for the first 2 weeks , but it was at this place that i met people who are now my best buddies. The training at this location was tough to handle as it lasted mostly for the entire day, but thanks to the full of energy and enthusiastic professors who trained us that the energy levels of all of us there also remained on par with them. We had a few entertainment sessions in between the training sessions and in one of those sessions one girl very boldly volunteered to sing a song on the stage, it was quite a bold move considering the fact that there were close to 300 people in the auditorium-oh yes the training room was actually an auditorium. Once the girl was on stage i realized it was the same chatter patter machine who i had met in the test and had now mesmerized the audience with her beautiful voice, the next perfomer was a simple looking guy who sang his own composition, the lyrics of the song clearly indicated his feelings for the love of his life and quickly caught the attention of a few girls from the group.. And before i forget to mention this guy is one of my best friends now. As the days passed I had found a good friend in that sweet chatter patter machine and we spent most of the time together, by the end of this 2 weeks of training i had 3 great friends, all of them caring ,intelligent & talented, the only mismatch between us which i later came into fact with was that the 3 of them great dancers and singers, and i was someone who had 2 left feet .Slowly the frequency of exploring the city increased and with it the bonds between us grew stronger. Training schedules were quite tough and the thought of a test after every module brought some seriousness into us. So while we slept during the afternoons after the training, explored the city in the evenings we also studied and worked on assignments at nights, a perfect balance of work and fun.
Hyderabad brought with it a lot of "First Time Experiences", staying out with friends till 11 pm for the first time as the city closed at that time,First time visit to a disc and pub, wearing a short skirt for the first time -i am glad my bro is not into blogging ,first time visit to a temple- birla temple , being hospitalized at midnight due to viral fever for the first time along with my best friend who was also admitted to the same hospital for viral fever(it was one of its kind of an experiences and i can write 1 full page just abt this) , first time breakfast at a roadside stall,first time overnight stay at a friend's flat, first time going to classes without bathing that too on my birthday- thanks to all my frnds who kept wishing me over the phn all night so much so that i overslept in the morning, first time large scale birthday bash, first time salary to others and to me first time no salary for the first 4 months; thanks to the typo in the joining date I along with 3 others did not receive salary for 4 months and most importantly my first ever dance performance at the cultural evening.
As a kid i was always interested in learning dance but never really got the opprtunity or to be precise the time to learn dance. The cultural day was a great chance for me to live my dream, but as i said i had 2 left feet and learning dance was one hell of a job to do . After all the efforts when i realized that its just not possible to learn dance , there came another reason for me to drop out . The dress code for the stage performance was a black jeans and a RED T shirt and I for some unkown reason had never worn a Red Top or t shirt and was scared of the colour red. I decided to quit and came back to my room from the rehearsals, and sometime late in the evening my best friend called to check the status of my rehearsals for he knew how excited i was about it and after listening to my experience of the day and decision to back out frm the dance grp he very nicely motivated and convinced me not to drop out and go practise for the dance. He had these strong convincing skills which not only let me live my dream but also overcome my fear of wearing the colour red. Of course i did go back and rehearsed with more interest this time and our grp dance with the Red tshirt and black jeans was good if not great on the cultural evening.
Like i said every single day was a great learning experience, the time spent with all my friends in hyd are undoubtedly the best moments of my life and I will cherish them forever. I have made friends who will always remain special to me irrespective of the time, distance and changing priorities in life.
That's all for now. Hopefully will write more in the next post!!
After the 3 days wait and experiments at the hostel, finally the day i had been looking forward to had come. I had to report for the first day of my training at the office campus , excited I reached the bus depot 15 mins earlier than the reporting time. It was a completely different experience, fresh new faces full of excitement around me, most of them including me wearing new clothes, While i dont remember much of the bus journey from the city to the campus(I am sure it must not have been very exciting. On reaching I was awestruck looking at the campus, it was bigger than I had imagined it to be, with very well built and maintained blocks (buildings). All the trainees who reported on that day were sent to two seperate blocks -3 &4 and what came next was a shocking surprise test for all the 600 plus trainees. Having no choice all of us had to occupy a seat in the training lab which had posh seating arrangements and great infrastructure. While I had started to feel nervous about the test, i could see one little cute girl full of excitement moving here and there looking for a corner seat (corner seats are always safe during exams!!) , finally this girl occupied the seat next to me and from then until the test started or rather the test ended went on talking non stop. chatter patter chatter patter.... and very cleverly passing comments on the people sitting quietly next to her, its a different thing that I was the only girl sitting next to her. Little had i known that this little bak bak machine would turn out to be my best friend in hyd and even after that.
Our batch had the training in a location outside the office campus, we were cleverly deprived of the facilities of the campus for the first 2 weeks , but it was at this place that i met people who are now my best buddies. The training at this location was tough to handle as it lasted mostly for the entire day, but thanks to the full of energy and enthusiastic professors who trained us that the energy levels of all of us there also remained on par with them. We had a few entertainment sessions in between the training sessions and in one of those sessions one girl very boldly volunteered to sing a song on the stage, it was quite a bold move considering the fact that there were close to 300 people in the auditorium-oh yes the training room was actually an auditorium. Once the girl was on stage i realized it was the same chatter patter machine who i had met in the test and had now mesmerized the audience with her beautiful voice, the next perfomer was a simple looking guy who sang his own composition, the lyrics of the song clearly indicated his feelings for the love of his life and quickly caught the attention of a few girls from the group.. And before i forget to mention this guy is one of my best friends now. As the days passed I had found a good friend in that sweet chatter patter machine and we spent most of the time together, by the end of this 2 weeks of training i had 3 great friends, all of them caring ,intelligent & talented, the only mismatch between us which i later came into fact with was that the 3 of them great dancers and singers, and i was someone who had 2 left feet .Slowly the frequency of exploring the city increased and with it the bonds between us grew stronger. Training schedules were quite tough and the thought of a test after every module brought some seriousness into us. So while we slept during the afternoons after the training, explored the city in the evenings we also studied and worked on assignments at nights, a perfect balance of work and fun.
Hyderabad brought with it a lot of "First Time Experiences", staying out with friends till 11 pm for the first time as the city closed at that time,First time visit to a disc and pub, wearing a short skirt for the first time -i am glad my bro is not into blogging ,first time visit to a temple- birla temple , being hospitalized at midnight due to viral fever for the first time along with my best friend who was also admitted to the same hospital for viral fever(it was one of its kind of an experiences and i can write 1 full page just abt this) , first time breakfast at a roadside stall,first time overnight stay at a friend's flat, first time going to classes without bathing that too on my birthday- thanks to all my frnds who kept wishing me over the phn all night so much so that i overslept in the morning, first time large scale birthday bash, first time salary to others and to me first time no salary for the first 4 months; thanks to the typo in the joining date I along with 3 others did not receive salary for 4 months and most importantly my first ever dance performance at the cultural evening.
As a kid i was always interested in learning dance but never really got the opprtunity or to be precise the time to learn dance. The cultural day was a great chance for me to live my dream, but as i said i had 2 left feet and learning dance was one hell of a job to do . After all the efforts when i realized that its just not possible to learn dance , there came another reason for me to drop out . The dress code for the stage performance was a black jeans and a RED T shirt and I for some unkown reason had never worn a Red Top or t shirt and was scared of the colour red. I decided to quit and came back to my room from the rehearsals, and sometime late in the evening my best friend called to check the status of my rehearsals for he knew how excited i was about it and after listening to my experience of the day and decision to back out frm the dance grp he very nicely motivated and convinced me not to drop out and go practise for the dance. He had these strong convincing skills which not only let me live my dream but also overcome my fear of wearing the colour red. Of course i did go back and rehearsed with more interest this time and our grp dance with the Red tshirt and black jeans was good if not great on the cultural evening.
Like i said every single day was a great learning experience, the time spent with all my friends in hyd are undoubtedly the best moments of my life and I will cherish them forever. I have made friends who will always remain special to me irrespective of the time, distance and changing priorities in life.
That's all for now. Hopefully will write more in the next post!!
Friday, September 3, 2010
Hyderabad Blues.. Part 1
Life seems to teach us so many things by letting us experience the never experienced facets, by putting us across new people and places time and again. I had never in my dream known that I would be moving to a new city away from my family and that too for a job was the rarest thing to have happened. A couple of months after completing my engineering a job offer from the then one of the top companies of the country was too tempting to let go and after a lot of friends and family discussion decided to take the offer.This was the first time ever I was going away from my family, and it was the toughest decision for dad as he had never let any of us (me, sis & bro) stay even at granny's place for more than a couple of hours. As a family we always dined together irrespective of how busy one was. All said and done the decision was made hoping I will be back home after 3 months as that was the duration of the training.
I landed in the City of nawabs- Hyderabad in march 2006, hyd was definitely not new to me as i had visited the city a couple of times earlier thanks to the fact that my Cousin sis had found her soulmate in hyd. The first day in hyd and particularly at the host venue was a different experience altogether- Islands of curious & excited students everywhere, a medical check up, a few familiar faces & a day long documentation process. After completing all the joining formalities now the big question was where would I stay, finding an accomodation is definitely one challenging task to do. Luckily an old friend from bangalore who was also posted in hyd was of great help in finding a not so great PG and thats when i for the first time realized the value of networking.. Since dad had to leave on the same day I had to move into the PG immediately and parting away from dad at that moment seemed like somebody was taking my life away from me. Huh.. I still cannot forget the way we both cried , I had never cried like that before and everyone around were looking at us like we were from some other planet. Once i shifted to the PG dad left to the airport and i continued sobbing for the next few hours.
The room was mostly 15*10 and was supposed to be shared by 5 girls ,the room had 4 single beds laid out in a single row and 1 bed laid separately close to the wall., 2 wardrobes and a steel almirah, one window and just one bathroom . Luckily the single bed laid separately was for me as the other four girls in the room had been staying in there since the last few months were all from a single city and had occupied the other 4.The suppose to be my bed had been very nicely messed up and piled with books, clothes, wet towels etc etc. I said to myself welcome to hostel life and started clearing up the place.. thanks to mom who had always insisted that I learn to do the household chores.. here it was coming of use and i was already missing home especially my room which I only shared with my sis. After clearing the mess up the next important task was to find a place for my luggage in the wardrobes, but unluckily the 2 wardrobes were already filled with clothes, books, eatables, shampoo bottles, soaps and so on, looked like a mini mart of some kind. The only place i could find was a single shelf in the steel almirah and I had 2 bags of luggage, one big bag filled with my clothes (couldn't help for i was a shopping freak especially with apparels), one bag with some stuff mom insisted i carry along with a few books which i thought would be of use during my training (and i wasn't wrong, though they helped someone els more than they did to me). Here I would thank myself for having always given importance to only two things in life- my clothes and my books, other stuff hardly mattered. From 2 wardrobes in my room back home to a single shelf was difficult to manage and putting it all in one shelf was not a good idea so I decided to keep the books in the shelf and the clothes remained in the bag. Looked like a herculean task achieved and once things were set i decided to visit my cousin sis and shop some stuff for the room.
The advantage of having di was immense as i could visit her anytime i wanted to and then she cooked extremely delicious food, from chicken biryani to mirch curry to kadai paneer to sheer khurma. The warmth by expressed by di and her lil kids was my saviour for the first few days and i needed it badly as i had to join office after 3 days. These 3 days would have been difficult without her and the kids.. love them for it. After the lil shopping di dropped me back to the hostel and when i reached my room all my roomies looked at me like they would eat me up anytime, i greeted them by a simple hi and introduced myself and here started the list of instructions, you should come to the room before 10 pm , I nodded my head and went to sleep. A new place generally dosent put you to sleep early but i guess the stress of cleaning and shopping and the stomach full dinner came to my rescue and i quickly fell asleep. the next 2 days were spent exploring the city with di and the kids, it was fun but i missed home , i missed my frnds, i missed my room , i missed my scooty, i missed bangalore..
The first day of training was about to start and the surprising part was that the timings were 6.45 am to 1.45 pm, the campus was more than 30 kms away from the hostel and the company bus started from the pick up point by 5.45 in the morning.. with 5 girls sharing the room and the bathroom it was quite a scene , so i decided to be the first person to use the bathroom even if i had to get up at 4.30 in the morning, so the struggle began right from the first day and continued for quite sometime..
What happened once the training started was possibly the best thing to hav happned ever and
will follow in the posts to come..
I landed in the City of nawabs- Hyderabad in march 2006, hyd was definitely not new to me as i had visited the city a couple of times earlier thanks to the fact that my Cousin sis had found her soulmate in hyd. The first day in hyd and particularly at the host venue was a different experience altogether- Islands of curious & excited students everywhere, a medical check up, a few familiar faces & a day long documentation process. After completing all the joining formalities now the big question was where would I stay, finding an accomodation is definitely one challenging task to do. Luckily an old friend from bangalore who was also posted in hyd was of great help in finding a not so great PG and thats when i for the first time realized the value of networking.. Since dad had to leave on the same day I had to move into the PG immediately and parting away from dad at that moment seemed like somebody was taking my life away from me. Huh.. I still cannot forget the way we both cried , I had never cried like that before and everyone around were looking at us like we were from some other planet. Once i shifted to the PG dad left to the airport and i continued sobbing for the next few hours.
The room was mostly 15*10 and was supposed to be shared by 5 girls ,the room had 4 single beds laid out in a single row and 1 bed laid separately close to the wall., 2 wardrobes and a steel almirah, one window and just one bathroom . Luckily the single bed laid separately was for me as the other four girls in the room had been staying in there since the last few months were all from a single city and had occupied the other 4.The suppose to be my bed had been very nicely messed up and piled with books, clothes, wet towels etc etc. I said to myself welcome to hostel life and started clearing up the place.. thanks to mom who had always insisted that I learn to do the household chores.. here it was coming of use and i was already missing home especially my room which I only shared with my sis. After clearing the mess up the next important task was to find a place for my luggage in the wardrobes, but unluckily the 2 wardrobes were already filled with clothes, books, eatables, shampoo bottles, soaps and so on, looked like a mini mart of some kind. The only place i could find was a single shelf in the steel almirah and I had 2 bags of luggage, one big bag filled with my clothes (couldn't help for i was a shopping freak especially with apparels), one bag with some stuff mom insisted i carry along with a few books which i thought would be of use during my training (and i wasn't wrong, though they helped someone els more than they did to me). Here I would thank myself for having always given importance to only two things in life- my clothes and my books, other stuff hardly mattered. From 2 wardrobes in my room back home to a single shelf was difficult to manage and putting it all in one shelf was not a good idea so I decided to keep the books in the shelf and the clothes remained in the bag. Looked like a herculean task achieved and once things were set i decided to visit my cousin sis and shop some stuff for the room.
The advantage of having di was immense as i could visit her anytime i wanted to and then she cooked extremely delicious food, from chicken biryani to mirch curry to kadai paneer to sheer khurma. The warmth by expressed by di and her lil kids was my saviour for the first few days and i needed it badly as i had to join office after 3 days. These 3 days would have been difficult without her and the kids.. love them for it. After the lil shopping di dropped me back to the hostel and when i reached my room all my roomies looked at me like they would eat me up anytime, i greeted them by a simple hi and introduced myself and here started the list of instructions, you should come to the room before 10 pm , I nodded my head and went to sleep. A new place generally dosent put you to sleep early but i guess the stress of cleaning and shopping and the stomach full dinner came to my rescue and i quickly fell asleep. the next 2 days were spent exploring the city with di and the kids, it was fun but i missed home , i missed my frnds, i missed my room , i missed my scooty, i missed bangalore..
The first day of training was about to start and the surprising part was that the timings were 6.45 am to 1.45 pm, the campus was more than 30 kms away from the hostel and the company bus started from the pick up point by 5.45 in the morning.. with 5 girls sharing the room and the bathroom it was quite a scene , so i decided to be the first person to use the bathroom even if i had to get up at 4.30 in the morning, so the struggle began right from the first day and continued for quite sometime..
What happened once the training started was possibly the best thing to hav happned ever and
will follow in the posts to come..
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