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{September 28, 2010}   Life

My concept of life has changed a bit with the change of life’s changing seasons. I would like to describe it best in the words of a Chinese writer Lin Yutang- – “I like the spring but it’s too young. I like the summer but it’s too proud. So I have come to like the autumn best of all. It’s tone is mellower, it’s colors are richer and it is a bit tinged of sorrow…it has the kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows life’s limitations and it’s content.”

These are not my words…of course. Thanks to CWG 2010, that I had to take Delhi Metro today and therefore got lot of time to do a bit of reading. And so these words came out of that reading.



{September 13, 2010}   What a weekend…

The weekend that just went by was one of those I’d keep asking for again and again. It was pretty much a mix of lotsa activity and fun. One of the reason was the elongated weekend due to chutti on Friday. So it started with a ‘safai abhiyaan’ on Friday. We used the opportunity that Anku was away to school and cleared up all of extra pieces of things & rubbish from our house. So by evening, we were all tired but felt a lot light after looking at those clean rooms. Another achievement of Friday was that my lil’ one started sleeping on her separate bed and so after many years, I slept with so much of space on me…sounds weird but true for people with little kids. Saturday was the most exciting part when I met up with my MBA friends after 6 years. I can’t explain how good it felt. Of course people change with time and thus their attitude but for me I was just happy to be with friends. People who are not like my relatives to expect too much formality. I was just free, happy, smiling & laughing (yes laughing, I don’t remember having a laugh like that for a long time). We came back late night, though I wasn’t still tired. And Sunday of course was awaited roka of Vanu. I was praying hard for her and thankfully everything went smoothly. She looked happy and so all of us were happy for her. Of course everything through the weekend was not as happish. Picked up a terrible argument with mil however more than it should have bothered me, it bothered her. And lesson learnt was, she has actually lost her capability to think logically. So I should stop expecting. While there was a lesson learnt for her as well and that were basic table manners.

The after-effects of such an eventful weekend continue on Monday too. When I got into my car this morning to start my daily drive towards office, there were a handful of mosquitoes inside my car. Reason – I left one of my windows slightly ajar last night. And with the dengue scare more in my office than anywhere else (one colleague is down with Dengue), I lived the fear through my 50 minute drive to office. Despite all efforts to shoo away all those mosquitoes from my car, one or two still remained inside and kept bothering me. I hope that I remain fine and don’t catch this deadly fever now. I hate to be sick…really.



{September 6, 2010}   My phone clicks…

These pictures are a result of my impulsive nature. Thanks to my newly acquired Nokia E71 that I have been able to capture some obvious moments of my life.

Kids on street -

The first two pictures here are of two kids who I see everyday on Siddhartha hotel crossing. It took a lot of effort for me to click them. I see them everyday and each day it pains somewhere in my heart for not being able to help them.

Power theft -

The last picture is of a man trying to fix a ‘kaanta’ on live electricity pole near Wazir Pur Depot to start his juice shop. His day begins always with this risky act that actually can make it the last day of his life. After a while he succeeds to fasao his kaanta…he’ll live another day.

Being narcissist on Monday -

And the remaining bits (that’s me)…this was today…blame it on traffic jams of Delhi roads or Monday morning blues. Or may be due to the fact I haven’t tried out different angles of light with my phone camera since many days.



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