//Nostalgic Thoughts//

Something abt the rainy days that we are having these days makes me turn inward.. May be the heart and soul subconsciously react to rain in that way so I opt to stay indoors… The chill weather, a tea kettle… hot pakodas….the pitter patter of rain drops… to stare out of window at the rainfall… to watch the raindrops on the perennial trees… the occasional lightning and thunder….sitting back in the cozy nest of the comfort….. listening to songs which can change the mood of the entire room to romantic… and incase we don’t have that someone spl in our lives, imagining the invisible man/woman holding our hands tightly…
Is there anything i can think of to make the feeling better… ahem ahemm… let me not exaggerate on it now :)

Well, rainy seasons somehow reminds of many things……. Most of us carry volumes of stories and every story has some feelings attached with it… Common memories include the sweet memories of the childhood… Memories could be of the first bicycle…or the time when we fell from the swing... or the first soft toy whom we named as Bruno…or the first Barbie doll as the birthday present…(childhood role model) …. the first remote control car… or the first pink colored birthday frock!! Hmmm….. our good old nostalgic days!!!!
And then the memories of our first school teacher (Ms Marie)… Our best buddy beside us in class and school van… The scent rubber… The hand made greeting cards…. The first ink pen… The sports day… school day function…..The first high heel sandals and action shoes… First day in college… New friends…… Teachers renamed as lecturers… Stepping towards the professional life… first company…….The first project… first appraisal etc ……

I guess after I grow old, I will have many more things to add on in this space !! Why only me, everyone else will have their own thoughts to combat the their boredoms and to have a reason to get cheerful……which they would recall on yet another rainy day. . .

Pursuit of time . . .

Its was a Wednesday morning at 7am when I was in the office bus looking outside the window, the pleasant Bangalore winter... Everyone had shut their windows tight to avoid the cold breeze in the speeding bus.... As always, my affinity towards window seat made me look outside... The view wasn’t clear coz our breath was warmer and it made the window glasses appear blur.. I opened the window for a moment as i was feeling suffocated inside… and the other reason is I wanted the view through the window to be clear :)

The misty air just blew on my face and my mood completely changed.... Aah, what a feel it was!! Commendable:)
I remembered my college days when i was traveling in the local BMTC bus without caring if I would catch cold... It was nice... My good old days. . . .

I was lost in those thoughts with my headphones tucked in my ears and was enjoying the songs... I was listening to James Blunt's- You're beautiful.. its true... Then the next song was - Tum itna jo muskurarahe ho, kya ghum hai jisko chupa rahe ho.... I was moved by this song... I felt as though the cosmic force around me were questioning me.... I surely dint want to answer!! I quickly shuffled the songs and played the next song...
It was the KK's Pal song - Hum rahe ya na rahe kal.. kal.. yaad aayenge yeh pal... pal.. yeh hai pyaar ke pal.. chal aa mere sang chal.. chal soche kya... choti si hai zindagi..... kal mil jaaye toh hogi khushnaseeb hi.. That song almost made my eyes wet!! I remember singing that song for my dear friend Ayesha..... I had sung it just for her on the last day of our college... I had told her that whenever we hear that song, it would remind us about each other... And the song just did that!! Its never too late to tell anyone that we truly miss them..
Finally with my heart filled with emotions... it was time for me to get down as we had reached office... I walked to my block in the cool breeze and then to the AC hit cubicle!! I gave her a call on mobile, but I guess the she was still sleeping, so I messaged her on cell waiting for her prompt reply (after she wakes up) and I silently went out for a cup a coffee and later got back to work. . . . I wish I could go back to my good old days… when I never bothered to see my schedule if my friends called me out…
Remembered the time when we always said “Lets meet and then plan something” and now we land up saying, “Lets plan and meet someday”… Friends are the same….. It’s just the priorities which have changed… :(

Experience with doctors :)

Today morning my colleague was narrating her experience with doctors… she said me abt the strange phobia that she has…. She is scared of medicines coz she always feels that it will get stuck in her throat!! Even worse what I heard from her was, she grinds the tablets and mixes with sugar and swallows!!! Yakkk shackkkkks…….!!!

I learnt that she is scared abt anything that doctors give and use – syringe for example…. No doubt most of them(girls) are scared of syringes...

Then all of a sudden I remembered my blood donation experience in my 1st yr graduation.. I was in the 2nd sem when there was a blood donation camp in our college.
It was when me and my friend were coming back from lunch that I saw the crowd in the college cellar and was curious to know abt it……
My friend, Ayesha said me that it’s a free medical camp from BKF (Bangalore Kidney Foundation).. So, after learning that it’s one of the reputed hospitals of the city, I decided to go for it…
Though I dint like the mere smell of medicines, I decided to go.
After the doctor checked my BP, heart beats, weight etc and she declared I am normal and I assumed that it was the routine check up… Then the next doctor asked me to show my nails which was neatly painted, so he couldn’t do any calcium test :) and he held my finger.. I dint know for what good reason… He said blood test… Then I realized that it was a blood donation camp in my college!!
For a moment I thought I can run away saying I am feeling dizzy….. But the next thought which I got was, it’s a noble deed to donate blood….. Frankly telling, That was just the last thought that I got……I donated blood coz it was my first time blood donation… Secondly till that day, I dint know my blood group, so I was happy that I would know.. Thirdly, the slogan stuck in my mind was “Was it you who saved my life? Help save another, give blood”…:)

I donated my blood with ease and no rona-dhona after the syringe was injected in my veins!! I was abt to take a quick nap there when the doctor came rushing to chk if I fainted… I was fit and fine…. and by then the blood bag was filled with my holy blood..
Then doctor offered me lot of stuff to eat and advised me not to climb the stairs…
As always, I love breaking rules… so, I went happily to attend classes in 1st floor…

The class, 2-3 session was really boring and suddenly I felt dizzy… The lecturer saw me sleeping on the desk and came near me (out of concern or to scold me) .. I almost fainted there and the lecturer was in panic… She called the doctor while I was still lying on the desk.. The doctor held my face and sprinkled or rather poured water on my face!! Sick fellow!! All my face powder gone in a minute!! He tapped my face or rather it was kind of slap for me.. Till date no one had dared to touch my cheeks… and the day someone touched, it was a kind of slap!!!! I will never forgive that doctor!!!
Anyway, I got my conscious back with the doctors grace and I saw everyone around me… After the doctor left, Ayesha whispered, “thanks for suspending the class” :)..

I removed the band-aid on my hand after 3 days when someone sarcastically asked me if I was donating blood daily!!! Gosh… sick question!!!!

Parting is painful!!!!

Two months back, our project had taken 6 new members which contributed to make our development team size considerably big. Yesterday two of my team mates got released from our project. Both of them were good resource in the project and I had lot of interaction with them in terms of delegating work and clarifying project related issues… It was a nice learning and working experience in the project as few of them were new to the technology.. They were new to our team 2 months back and I had the full privilege of giving KT(Knowledge Transfer) to all of them…
We were a team of happy-happy members with lot of unity and fun even though we worked on weekends!!

Parting is something which I don’t like… Be it in movies or real life… I feel so sad when my neighbors switch their residence…though I wouldn’t have ever spoken to them and only smiled each time i saw them.. So, when it came to my own team members, i really felt for them... I knew I shouldn’t be sad but I couldn’t even pretend that I am happy or normal.. I couldn’t say my feelings to anyone coz who knows, even I am not born-for this project…. So, one fine day our team has to split, once the project gets over… I knew this is a fixed project, so would get over after a particular duration… But I dint realize it until my PM sent a mail to the whole team informing abt the release of two members!! The subject of the mail clearly said me that it isn’t a mail which I can take as a good news!! I read the mail carefully and had to bid bye to those two members, so I did that after thinking for a while…
For sometime I dint turn up to either of them…coz I dint know what to say… Finally, I knew I shouldn’t run away from my responsibilities being their team mate… So, I gathered all my courage and respect, and congratulated them heartly and wished all the best…. It was difficult for me to hide my emotions but I had to, so I did….

Saying Bye is difficult, and its intensified after saying Bye and seeing them go.. Its just that we have to console ourself that the world is small and we would meet again… Far from truth, but it’s the only thing which we can blindly assume…..

On the way back home, I really thought about how many times I have faced this situation… It’s a mixed reaction… I was happy and unhappy at the same time….
I was sad & happy when my sister parted from me after her marriage; When my friend left for her higher studies for 3 long yrs; When my friend decided to quit this company leaving me; On the last day of my college etc……… The thoughts were countless!! But this is the way of life… Kabhi khushi kabhi ghum :)

Power of progress is change and its inevitable…. So, be it so…