Forget Me Not!

It is been a while I have pet a dog. It was just “Julie”, and after she died never felt like keeping one. The other minion my parents have at home – “Chakki” – we don’t have a chemistry. It is because of way too less interactions we have had. She was brought home after I moved from home. She sees me once in an year or may be less than that. I can’t expect us to be best of the kind with that!

Julie was a dear one. She was there since the time I was in school. We – my sis, Julie n I grew up together. She was a good dog, not the trouble maker. But actively involved with us in all that crooked stuff which drove my mother crazy. She liked me the best – we used to play her favorite ball game, get wet in the rain , play with the mud and hug each other making us dirty. I used to talk to her all my chores, and even whine when I was all alone. She was a comfort and different from all that people who fill you with a bundle of advises. It was sad to leave her when I moved out from home for work. She died when I was working in Bangalore. The feeling was worse, realizing that there is not that little one to play with when you are back home.

Never wanted to keep a doggie after that since I realized it is going to be an emotional out-break again when I lose one. Also I am not a “dog person”, that I get along with many. Mostly am scared of dogs, and always keep myself away from them. Sometime back had my friend dog sit for his aunt. I barely got into his house after the dog came. It was a British Bull dog – “Sweetie”. She is a big one, unlike Julie hence my reasons for getting hyper scared. My friend forced me to his place followed by my encounter with Sweetie. I tried my best to keep distance from her, but she was behind me every place I move to. It was not sure if  she actually liked me or was uncomfortable with the foreign entity in her locale. My friend was moving to a different place and hence we were busy packing his house hold. I had Sweetie escort me the whole time. After a while, I got over the fear and was casual. We took her out to play and could find her still cling around me. It was surprising to see her like me, and she reminded me so much of Julie.

Sweetie was there for a week and we met daily.  Even though not close, felt bad after learning that she left. I keep remembering her every time I see a dog. Even grow curious at times and tend to ask my friend how she does. But I know there is no point as she lived very far from mine. I guess she refreshed in me my oldie friend who I miss and re-lived some lost and forgotten memories. Wish to have a doggie nowJ!!

The First Rule

The famous phrase - "First impression marks the best". Heard people saying," I knew the first time what a sort of person he would be. My instincts are never wrong. I can just judge a person easily". Guess it stays good only for really talented and watchful people. I am certainly not the blessed one. Really bad at accessing people. It is not that I don’t  attempt to -- Oh yeah very much form my own sweet opinions. " That person looks like a jerk, not the normal types", "It is better I stay 10 feet away, not interested in initiating a conversation". And these are just not murmured inside, but brave enough to declare it. Every freaking time, I prove myself poor and gullible when things turn the reverse. Quick recap, points me to what the first impression was formed on the person, and that it was crappy.

If I do not like a person, it is not left that way. I become a heavy critic of all that the person do. Opinions are made really fast not even evaluating facts. The most funny thing is that the heavy comments I have made all through are about the ones who are really close to me today. May be it is a rule, I have to start it the wrong way. When it is to the point, I speak with the person on how it started, it really turns funny for me to explain a big WHY!!!..Many a time I just think back on how stupid I judge people. I am a typical “Leo”, and I exhibit my anger when it turns to hurting my ego. The “special” people who I mention, walk in with that attitude to knock the very thing which really makes me mad. Later I realize, those are the ones to which I whine the most, shout at the moment I go mad, trouble them my best with the very confidence that they will never yell back at me. I don’t talk sweet to them, but I know they are the sweetest to me always. I force them to listen to all my favorite music, suffer all my stupid stories. They comfort me when I panic in trouble, laugh with me on the stupid jokes. Life is beautiful with such wonderful friends around J.

Mother's Day

This is a day I can claim, for doing something worth - which made a very special person happy.  Some spare time I got to browse through, saw a marquee about Mother's day gifts and celebrations. Got reminded of how my sister and I used to celebrate Mother's day when I was back home. We used to get cute gifts, though useless my Mom used to treasure them. It was always my sister who used to remember all the special times and drag me to partner them.


She is one wonderful person who I always admired. A person full of energy and life, and indeed talented. I always wanted to grow beautiful, intelligent like her, though it was never been expressed anytime. Anytime i feel down or lonely, its none other than her who can speak sense to me. Any good or bad, she was always by my side supportive. She makes me feel special appreciating the very little thing I do. I just love her endless.


Drafted a mail after and sent her. By the time I reached office saw her respond to my email. It was difficult to keep tears off me. Felt very good about the little gift and may be a surprise I could give her.


Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful and blessed women!

They call it Social Networking!

Guess I would be that one primitive figures who still cling on to texting and emails. The new era of social networking, is way too difficult for me to catch up. Face book being one of the most used ones. I have no complaints against the same and in fact like most of the features offered by the website. It was really amazing that I could catch up with some of my long lost friends, classmates. Being away from home you get to see the glimpses of what your dear ones are up to.

My friends list is too large coz of the big volume of people who I know. The initial irritation were updates from applications like Farmville, Café world, but they seem silly these days. Folks have started posting all their daily chores in FB. “At starbucks enjoying coffee with Mr B”. I know that boss, I just saw you walk by and get down for a coffee – and why that has to be posted and rejoiced in FB is still a big question. Moreover you see people coming and liking the status. I would suggest FB come up with a “I Hate” status.

Recent incident, the tornado that hit The US, we were anxious about our friends living in bay areas. My friends out there were asked to vacate before the waves hit the shores. I could see most of them update the FB on status between the busy evacuation. I felt myself worrying and sweating about it was useless. And the comments that get posted for every status update is un-imaginable.

People get angry, frustrated due to any random incident. The feelings you go through are very personal which you might refrain from sharing or just speak out to your close ones. Happen to see a lot of such posts these days. I am not sure what is the intent behind sharing it to network space. Either to make the world aware that you are bold enough to express your feelings, or just to make the other person undergo the torture of reading it. There are folks who like the status and even comment on it – “truly said”, “fact of life”. Many a time, it get to tip where I would just go and tell folks. Later thinking over it, I realize that it is better to remain mum than earn their hatred.

I know speaking over the blog is not helping any, but serves to express myself. Happy for the fact that my whole friends list have not turned out to react the same way. Still have that flock of people with whom this random topic of discussion comes up. Technology is a boon, but too much of it is an over head!!

To all my friends, please don’t count this post offensive. I still love you all!

*** FB – Face Book

Coffee time!!

Coffee time. Agree to the fact that coffee beans are one of the most tastiest discoveries of mankind. When I was a kid used to wonder why Nescafe adds used to be so expressive and odd, though I loved the theme song. Now I can speak about it. The aroma of coffee enlightens your taste buds and all that annoys you is just blown off your mind.

I never remember one instance during my college days when I had coffee. Most of the so called break-time was spend chatting and roaming around. Since my footsteps found their way to the corporate world, I could realize how important and evident the coffee break was. At Bangalore, it used to be Café Coffee Day – everyone’s favorite coffee station. I bet coffee costs at least 10 time more than the normal ones you get in the cafeteria or the ones you can just make yourself. Still you find a flock of folks camping around the place waiting for their much awaited cup of relief. Since I am in foreign land – the place is different though the trend is all the same – Starbucks!!

Everyone have their own stories to share for ones love towards coffee. For some it is more than an addiction, where coffee finds its place among the most necessary elements of life. The coffee cup is refilled each time they walk by the shop. I swear there are folks for whom coffee and its taste really doesn’t matter – they should be looking forward for sometime outside work. I don’t blame them as I fit into the same at times. Here goes my justifications for a coffee break. Mostly it is to accompany colleagues and get some room for quality chit-chat. There can be millions of topics to discussed over coffee, which changes with the crowd. Most extensive topics being discussion around work, people and the chores - Nothing worth is being spoken or exchanged, sheer cribbing and complaints which are supposed to ease out the work load. Managers discussing how to make people work more or to snatch more projects from the client side. Some may look serious and hang around with the intention of hitting that complicated design or idea which can make the whole system work. Another important batch discussing all big money and strategies.

You may miss an important meeting or appointment. But when it strikes 4 in the evening, there forms a never ending thread at the coffee place. I have always found this job @ coffee shop very interesting. You get to see and talk to a large crowd daily, who will value you for that cup of coffee you brew for them. A bunch of delight that makes a person’s day!