Friday, 30 September 2016

10 Quotes I am drooling over...

I don't know if it's abundance of self - help quotes around or the advent of social media or what one wants. These days my phone, my laptop is full of collection of Quotes. I have several pictures worth drooling for saved on almost all the devices and I can't stop collecting them.

There are so many nice quotes. The best thing is they touch a chord. It's like someone writing out what your are thinking. Though the list is endless but here I want to share 10 quotes I am currently drooling over, do share yours

Your sexiest body part is your mind.

Dress like you own a private jet, because one day you just might.

Divas don't do drama, we do business.

The smarter you get the lesser you speak.

Work until your idols become your rivals

My goal isn't to wear brands, it is to become one.

तुम मुझे भूल भी जाओ तो ये हक़ है तुमको मेरी बात और है मैंने तो मोहब्बत की है

जब बेवज़ह कोई इल्ज़ाम लग जाए तो क्या कीजिये...हुज़ूर फिर यूँ कीजिये कि वो गुनाह कर लीजिये।

या तो हमें मुक़म्मल चालाकियाँ सिखा़ईं जाएँ, या मासूमों की अलग बस्तियाँ बसाईं जाएँ..

थोड़ा *सुकून* भी ढुँढिए जनाब...!ये *जरूरते* तो कभी *खत्म* न होगी...!!

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Thursday, 29 September 2016

Will you remember....this September

I will for sure.

September 2016 is going to be called the online learning month in the story of my life. There's a lot of knowledge online, many sites,  many courses, many teachings but for me it was online community learning.

I cannot thank blogchatter, and my stars to have found them, enough. They always come up with ways and means to keep moving ahead crossing level after level.

Last year it was a chance happening that I saw a tweet about blogbuddy and thought to be part of it. The blogbuddy program was already on roll and I was asked to wait for maybe next season.  But “kisi cheez ko dil se chaho toh puri kayanat tumhe usse milane ki koshish karti hai “ and a last minute dropout made way for me.

It's not even a year yet and I have so many things to count on….
-The blogbuddy program, being part of two seasons, two different groups, two different sets and two different kind of experiences I was exposed to.
-The January blogathan - I tried to participate in for all 30 days but did on few and got to try various genres.
-The April A2Z blogging Challenge - am proud to say, a first timer and a survivor . All 30 posts through on a theme - Memoirs
-Halfmarathon - My experimental struggle
-Personal Branding
-Blogging strategy
-Alexa campaign

This September was dedicated to Alexa campaign. From knowing nothing about Alexa to taking part in the campaign to see what happens next to actually crossing the line. I don't know how it happened but it sure did :)

The last 30 days brought my Alexa rank from  1,64,91,507 on Sept 1st 2016 to 699,351 on Sept 30th 2016. The blogging tip was real simple and practical given trying out work- life, personal -life and blog- life balance sticking to two posts a week and reading,  commenting and sharing for the community. Along came many many learnings viz
Working on a personal strategy
Working with data
Using various social media tools
Google Analytics

Now when I sit and think I feel what a big loss had it been if I hadn't sign up for it. So September 2016 learning online month :) :) and LOVE again never to be forgotten.

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Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Teacher's Day #MyFriendAlexa

It's teacher's day again and I don't like to say I have seen many but truth is I have. Every year I don't expect anything yet yearn for at least something.

This year too I was thinking the same, when as usual there were few students who came with cake, some with cookies,  some had actually been preparing skit and so we had a good competition to cheer on. Overall again this day was good fun for me. But amidst all this I never expected I'll be surprised.
It was not a heart felt letter or a huge bouquet but a handmade card that made my day.

This student was himself a teacher and now wanted to better himself. When I first met him I never thought he'll join. And he didn't joined instantly but took his time and joined about 2 months later. He is very humble and sincere but I never expected such a gesture at his age. I don't know if it was coming from him that surprised me more or the sheer simplicity of the card. The card is actually made out of a recycled sheet. Many may have avoided the thought itself as who-cares-attitude but he didn't deter.

This card touched my soul. It actually reinstated two beliefs for me -

--Perceptions /first impressions never do justice.

--No matter what anyone thinks you have to do your thing.

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Tuesday, 27 September 2016

The leap..... #MyFriendAlexa

Meetings, meetings and meetings, what a jam packed day with back to back meetings. I didn't even get a chance to take a sip and my throat is aching now. I am a no makeup girl and though I work in corporate set up tieing my hair and putting up a light lipstick is all power dressing for me. Most days when I wash my hair, I don't even comb. But this next meeting made me check myself in the mirror and I had to rush to the ladies room. I don't know what I should do before such meeting,  I think my dress and hair are in place, should use a face wipe, some deodarant and a hint of lip balm would do. All set, let's go!!

As I opened the door to leave I could hear some sulking. Yes I did hear it right, someone was crying in the washroom. 
"Hello,  Hi, darling come out. What happened??"

I was trying to remember all the girls in my office, more so trying to remember whom did I not see while on my way here. Oh! If I am correct it's Sheena, the strong, go-to girl from the cards department. At the same time she did open the door for me. She was crying hard by now, my asking did that damn! I am getting so insensitive.

"Hi Sheena, are you ok?? What happened? Can I help you with something?"

She was getting sober slowly. She had always been a performer and had been leading a team since past 2 years now. Today when her boss lashed out on phone she just couldn't take it and broke down. I tried to console her but to no avail. Finally she yelled at me irritated and said "He fired me."

OMG!! That was the last thing I expected. Sheena was fired not because of her under-performance but because the company was going through a bad phase and was retrenching to cut costs. Sheena, for them was getting unaffordable. She was among the high-payers and with her equally strong performing team the management thought to lay her off.

She was been given a month's notice to find a new job. I tried to tell her to be positive and look at the brighter side. She need not tell anyone she is being laid off and get to find a job, maybe better than this one. She can even negotiate based on current stats and it would work out the best. I knew it seemed all gyaan from me as I was not in her shoes.

"I know Sheena, you think I don't understand but you know sometimes, when we resist to move out of our comfort zone we need an external push to reach where it's meant for us. Tell me, what do you think of my job?"

"Your job is great. You are doing good infact I always believed you have that spark and the various feats you achieve, the accolades you get are far lesser than you deserve."

"Thanks dear and I believe that apart.. You know this has always been true for me, even with my old job. You know I was working with a local firm and was happy there and my parents used to say that I am not utilising all of my capabilities. I used to just laugh it off. I knew I was doing a lot for my company and they didn't acknowledge but it barely mattered to me. 
        Then one day I got into an argument with my boss as he informed about something very trivial and it was not one of my first arguments with him. But somehow, somewhere it hit a chord and in that moment I applied to a few places for job. The very next day I got a call for interview here. I was the first one to interview that day and found it good but was unsure as there were 20 or so other people too. But look I got selected and got a 100% hike"
    "On a casual chat with my previous boss after my resignation he asked me when did I apply here as he always knew, everyone including me knew, I was happy there and when I told him about that day, I still remember the silence between us to date."

And the look in Sheena's eyes told me she knew what she was going to do next.

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Sunday, 18 September 2016

Those were the days....Part 4

Another dawn and this sunshine don’t mean a brighter day for me. I was called for an interview 4 days back and today have to leave without one. I guess destiny has something else planed. I shouldn’t have unpacked at first; packing back is really not exciting. I have to keep some cash handy, need to give some to the caretaker and cook of the circuit house. Oh good! the caretaker is already in my room, he must have been anticipating me to have left sooner. With one hand I was taking out cash to hand him and what I see is he is ready to give me something. It’s a letter!! I finally get an invite to see the bureaucrat.

I never expected this and was been packing recklessly. It’s difficult to find an ironed shirt now. I rushed towards the caretaker again and asked him to iron one of my best shirts as I had the interview in an hour. Too happy with the recently acquired wad of cash he readily took my shirt and rushed downstairs. It didn’t took me long to get dressed and out of the circuit house, I knew I had to meet him at his bungalow.

As I reached the bungalow, the watchman called and asked the residents whether I was called and thankfully the answer was affirmative. The compound had a pebbled path towards the house and a lawn on my left and huge Deodar trees lined my right. The lawn was in impeccable condition, well cut grass, and beautiful plants bearing flowers – roses of several kinds and a few tulips and lilies. The water that I heard that night was coming from a small fountain, flowing to a swimming pool with a good pool side bar setting and a tennis court.

The bungalow is even more majestic from inside. After crossing the veranda there is this huge Hall with plane walls but intricately painted ceiling. The ceiling was bearing a story with an equally detailed chandelier in the middle. There were three sets of sofas in the hall and there on one of the sofas sat Mr. Rao. This bureaucrat doesn’t seem less than a king neither in money nor in his looks. Tall, princely face, a well built body, must be an athlete for most of his life. As we got talking I found him very polite and amicable. He is a charming person and one can easily get fond of him. We chatted about Shimla, Lucknow, Law, politics, my family and I didn’t know when and how amidst all I was selected.

He asked his assistant to show me my desk and the general know-how that I need to have to get started from tomorrow. So on the day I was leaving Shimla I got my JOB.

There was a smile on my face and no matter how much I thought to conceal the same I couldn’t. After a while as I was moving out of the bungalow towards circuit house to get prepared for tomorrow I saw that girl from the jungle playing tennis. She just waved a casual HI to me and that was the first day I realised the existence of GOD among mortals.


“Madam, madam, get up madam, it’s time for your medicines.” – said the nurse bringing me back from the adventure of my life.

P.S. This is part 4 of a 4 part story.

People who have read all the four parts , please your feedback is utmost important.

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Sunday, 11 September 2016

Those were the days...Part 3

These are dense jungles but I can clearly see a man sitting under the tree by the lake. I don’t know if I am deep inside the jungle. Damn! Should have never got off the horse and now I can’t find him, how am I going to go home. Will he attack me?? Is he alone or there are others too?? Let me get a bit close and look at him.


The hustle, yes I did hear it and now there is nothing. Was it just my mind or really a wild boar? The wild animals take their time to make the attack. They never miss their kill in haste. The sound came from the left just at the start of the lake. Even my peering hard is not helping in this full moon night. I need to get up and take charge or else I may never be able to make out of this jungle alive and my new employer is already least concerned about me.


The moment I made a move he got up. Oh God! This man is already taking charge. You don’t know me mister I am no timid city girl, I can take care of myself. Enough of hiding behind the trees girl! Let’s show him he has tough competition.

“Hey you, don’t even think of coming close to me. Where are your other gang members, they are still hiding? Since when are you following me? You think I am alone, no I am not. I am here with my horse and my dogs. They are wilder than any animal and will tear you apart. You better just stay there and let me go back home. “


The moment I took charge and started towards the animal a voice shook me. That’s not an animal, it’s a girl. I can’t see her face but yes she is a tall, slender girl and she is saying ......what....she thinks I am a goon? This is what I made of myself, coming here. Superb!

“Listen lady, I am no goon, there is no one else hiding around and I am not following you. Don’t be scared or angry and don’t unleash your dogs on me. You can leave as you came and let me be.”


Oh! There was a very peculiar calm in his voice. He sounds like an educated man. On a closer look, he looks suave – tall, robust, clean-shaved, well-dressed.

“Hi, I mean no harm, actually there are no dogs and my horse is on his own grazing somewhere. I just said all that in case you are a goon, but you don’t look like one. This is my first time in this jungle. Do you come here often?”

“Hi, that’s OK. I am actually from Lucknow and came here two days back. This is my first visit to the jungle too and maybe last.”

“Last?? Why would you say that? Isn’t it beautiful?? I was always drawn to this place and now that I have seen it, I can never ever get over it.”

“Madam, I have a strong feeling we are from different backgrounds. I am a common guy and for me visiting jungles and contemplating is a leisure which one gets by chance. Besides I am not here on leisure I am here all the way from home to work. And if I don’t get to work I don’t think I can sustain myself here for long. I need to get going and find work.”

“Work? What work? Where are you working? Tell me maybe I can help if you have a bad boss.”

“Bad boss? (Laughs at himself)

My boss, I mean the person who called me to interview for a job has already forgotten me. I am waiting for a call since the past two days and he hasn’t responded. I think I should just go back now and start finding a new job.”

“Who is this boss of yours?? Tell me maybe me or my father might know him and we may help”

“Thank you madam but I just know his name. He is a bureaucrat Mr. Rao. I know there are many bureaucrats at this time of the year in Shimla with this conference around. Anyway I hope I didn’t scare you a lot. I can see your horse there; it’s time we both should get going.”

“Yes, right. I am sorry to misunderstand you. All the best for your future, may you get all that you deserve.”

P.S. This is part 3 of a 4 part story.

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Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Those were the days....Part 2

I still remember my last day in Lucknow Law College. All were happy and joyous on completion of their degree but me. There were 23 of us who had graduated as lawyers this year. Some wanted to pursue higher studies and some were happy with the jobs they were been offered. I wanted to pursue my higher studies in England. They said they make the best advocates. But life had its own plans.

My father a bureaucrat had made all life decisions for me till date and even for my future. He didn’t want me to go abroad, being the only son among five children. I was never made responsible for my sisters or my family’s needs and wants but it was clearly stated what I ought to do and what not. Why I am not a bureaucrat is not a point of consideration but what I am supposed to do is. I am a lawyer, and I wanted to be one, as per my father now I have to take up a job. I need to start earning so that I become the perfect marriage material, but not as a lawyer.

In fact my father has already searched for another job for me. He wants me to be a personal assistant for a bureaucrat high above his scale. I don’t deny his orders but why?? Well I can’t even question that; I just need to follow what he says.

This bureaucrat is a resident of our city itself but was currently posted in Shimla. I was asked to take an appointment for interview immediately without wasting another day in Lucknow or my home town and meet him. I got an appointment real fast to meet him in 3 days. My meeting was fixed for Sept 4th and I reached Shimla on the night of Sept 3rd.

I reached there by train and as everything was already decided there was a car waiting to pick me up at the station. I was escorted to the circuit house. Shimla is beautiful with its greenery and the circuit house, as all circuit houses are, majestic. Though I didn’t get the presidential suite, the room that I got was spacious enough, on 1st floor with windows all around, giving the view of the city from one side and the jungle on the other.

On Sept 4th, I woke up early and set for my run. The air was crisp and cold, nature is awesome. It awakens you, clears your mind and pacifies you. The tall trees, chirpy birds and the slowly rising sun, Shimla you seem promising. A nice start to the day and I think it is good to get going with this mindset. Coming back there is this palatial bungalow a bit ahead of the circuit house, I wander who stays there. Is the king of Shimla still there or must be some old zamindaar. The bungalow is as covered with trees from the outside to cut vision as mini jungle. But I can glimpse a lawn over there and maybe a swimming pool or a stream with the sound of water.

After getting fresh I decided to take my breakfast downstairs in the dining hall, I wanted to know more about that bungalow. As I sat on the dining table it was laid with Indian and continental food, enough for 10 people but there was no one around. I finished my meal alone and disheartened set towards my room. I was already instructed that Sir is going to call me once he is free from meetings. The day passed just like that.

The next day while I was returning to my room after the sprint I met the caretaker. After an entire day of sitting and wandering alone I was dying to speak to someone and so I took the tea before time and sat with him. We chatted about the city, the people and yes the bungalow close by. To my surprise that bungalow belonged to this bureaucrat. It was his ancestral property and that is the reason he loves to take posting in Shimla. I asked the caretaker more about him. He told me he is a nice man but a strict disciplinarian. He has rules for everything. He married a foreigner and has four daughters all well educated; almost most of their studies have been through in foreign land. Wow and compare that with my family, my sisters are only taught till 10th standard good enough to wed them off.

Again the day ended and no response. On 6th Sept I had lost a bit of my enthusiasm and continued all my daily chores a bit languidly. After my evening tea I thought I should take a walk. I had already explored the city in these two days now it was time for the forest. The forest is dense; there were Deodar, Pine, Gulmohar and a beautiful lake I see. Sitting beside this lake just set me contemplating. Why I was thinking all this now?? I had abided by fathers thoughts and instructions all my life. I don’t know what I am doing here. The person I was asked to come and meet for an interview is not even bothered of giving me a chance. I think it’s time I need to take a decision. Maybe father would be sad or angry, but I think it’s time to leave.

My flashback thoughts were broken by a hustle. Damn I spoke to the caretaker about everything and never asked him if there were wild animals in this jungle.

P.S. This is part 2 of a 4 part story.

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Thursday, 1 September 2016

Those were the days... Part 1

“The girl was so shy I think it was the first time that they met.”

“The first time they met or she was shy with the excitement of meeting the boy without telling her parents. This is the biggest adventure for teenagers these days “.

“Adventure” ah! Laying on my bed I could hear all the conversations that my two nurses used to have. I am refrained to bed since more than a year now. Though I am in comfort of my own home with two nurses back and forth, 24 hours a day, yet it's not comfortable.

My world has been restricted to this huge bedroom of my dreams, the French windows lining two walls giving me the clear vision of the moon, the glass door leading to the terrace where I envisioned my silent alone nights and the room spacious enough to dance…. I never realised when I was saying -
 “ I can live here and nowhere for the rest of my life “ that one day it will be true.
I had been paralytic on right side of my body since the age of 26 but was never restricted to bed. But the heart attack last year two days after my 79th birthday took its toll. I am an Indian but I consider myself a global citizen as I have spent most of my life travelling and living abroad and maybe just the past 20   years in India. Still I am unable to comprehend human thought process. I always find my nurses talking about some or the other person from the hospital, I guess it's the window to their moon.
I make an effort to ask them what's so intriguing for them. What's the adventure?? They say today at the hospital there were two teenagers who probably met at party and the boy saved the girl from some goons……

Adventure, it still reminds me of that day. I have always been the rebellious sorts but deep inside a scared little girl. I was 14 when I learned riding and horses are my most favorite animals. It was when I was 16 years old that my father was posted in Shimla. Shimla for me was riding heaven. The hills, the wind, the clear skies … perfect for rides. My three younger sisters never liked riding as much as I did. Maybe that was my best time with myself.

Father had already instructed to stick to city outline for riding but what enticed me were the jungles. Those tall trees were inviting and I knew it'll be peaceful like no other. That day I just took my horse to the jungle and it was more beautiful than I ever thought.

These trees are magnanimous I thought there were only Deodar but Pine is also there and ah! the traces of Gulmohar.. My Love!! Let me get down and closer to that tree, horsey you also wander a bit. Wow!! So beautiful this is my favourite place till date, I am going to make this my secret hangout. Oh is there a lake too, yes I hear a stream.

The lake is glistening with the moon out, this is straight out of those novels. I think, I can take a dip too..yay!! Oh my God, is there someone there around the tree. Oh my there is someone, was he following me all this long. I should have listened to father.

P.S. This is part 1 of a 4 part story.

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