Saturday, 28 March 2009
A new person
My baby - So sweet that it makes me sit for hours seeing his face - was born on 2nd november 2008. We named him Tenzin Lektso Kunga. Life has given me a different meaning altogether. Waiting for the day when my son will call out for me and say DADDY.
Saturday, 2 February 2008
Favourite story
My husband is an engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons for me loving him before have now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. ‘‘Why?'' he asked, shocked. ‘‘I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!'' I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? Finally he asked me: what can I do to change your mind?
Somebody said it right: it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind -- Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me? He said: I will give you your answer tomorrow... My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door.
The note read: ‘‘My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.'' This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading... ‘‘When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore those programs and wipe off your tears.
You always leave the house keys behind, so I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your ‘good friend' approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your face...
So, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do, I could not pick that flower yet, and die...''
My tears dropped on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. I continued reading... ‘‘Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside, like everyday, with your favourite bread and fresh milk.''
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone.
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model, it could be the dullest and boring form. Flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands. And that's reason enough to live.
Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons for me loving him before have now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. ‘‘Why?'' he asked, shocked. ‘‘I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!'' I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? Finally he asked me: what can I do to change your mind?
Somebody said it right: it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind -- Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me? He said: I will give you your answer tomorrow... My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door.
The note read: ‘‘My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.'' This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading... ‘‘When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore those programs and wipe off your tears.
You always leave the house keys behind, so I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your ‘good friend' approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your face...
So, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do, I could not pick that flower yet, and die...''
My tears dropped on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. I continued reading... ‘‘Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside, like everyday, with your favourite bread and fresh milk.''
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone.
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model, it could be the dullest and boring form. Flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands. And that's reason enough to live.
planning ahead
Losar is approaching
A year older i am feeling
Grey hairs have started to grow
Darker seems the crow
Life i feel is all about having fun and helping others.
The high you get from sacrifice is another high
Love all, help all. Life will rock.
A year older i am feeling
Grey hairs have started to grow
Darker seems the crow
Life i feel is all about having fun and helping others.
The high you get from sacrifice is another high
Love all, help all. Life will rock.
Sunday, 27 January 2008
A trip to Mysore with Colleague
A Travelogue
Someone said, life is like a coin, you can spend it in anyway you want but you can spent it only once. I feel I have spent a day of my life in the companion of a great team on Christmas. Early morning at 6 on the 25th of December when people were seen coming out of church and groups of hunk enjoying the early morning tea and cigarettes by the gas station at MG road I was quietly waiting for the bus outside symphony theatre. LET team planned for a day trip to Mysore and the pickup started from Symphony theatre, MG road and ended at E-city after few pick up at towers office. All were in the bus by 9.00 and we left for mysore after a quick breakfast at a fast food near towers office. We first went to a temple called Sri Ranganatha Swamy Temple and on the way saw a stone engraved – “The place where Tipu died”, the stone was neatly fenced. One can imagine the pain and bloodshed during those battles.
The old temple was amazing and built completely on stones. The queue was long to get blessing but Bagya never gave up and stood along with other devotees. Others took a stroll around the temple. Libin and Sanjay at the right time did quite a show by dancing to the music from their own vocal. Libin almost broke his ankle doing a twist. The dancing was all captured in a video and is due to be released soon. The team is actually looking for a producer? Any takers?
Later on we went to Triveni Sangam where two rivers meet namely, cauvery and arkavati. The location where the two river meets are revered very holy and people come here to pray. The views are beautiful and many were bathing in the holy river, perhaps the bathe, I heard from a friend, is believed to wash away sins. After watching people wash their sins we headed towards Mysore. In the bus we were watching a Tamil movie in which Kamal Hassan was playing a cop and Bala was translating to all the non Tamil speakers. All were whistling and shouting on most of the scenes. By the time we reached Mysore everybody was starving. We went to a modest restaurant and had delicious lunch. Everybody ordered their own meals. Surendra was wise enough to bring in the menu while in bus and a waiter came and took the order.
We went to see St Philomena’s church and no wonder it was crowded as it should be on a day of Christmas. Quickly after that everybody got into the bus to Palace as time were running short and we have still to cover Brindavan Gardens. The Palace were awesome and it is a must see for every one. The architecture and the carvings on the pillar were meticulous and wonderful. Staring at one particular door made me think how long it would have taken to complete just one door. My guess is it would have taken at least few months. Sad that camera were not allowed inside the palace!! Brindavan Garden is the place where the excitement and the fun fare started. Few also had to do some policing work. We realised after visiting the Palace that Ananth’s mobile is lost but we though it was just lost, perhaps misplaced or left in the restaurant we had lunch earlier. Later on we came to know that Bala’s cigarette pack was also missing from his bag. After searching we found the pack of cigarette pack in the driver’s cabin and our suspicion naturally went towards the driver and the cleaner who were in the bus when we were out. Few stayed back to do a search and luckily got the mobile back. Apart from those who stayed back all the other had enjoyed the evening in Brindavan Gardens. A boat ride, scintillating talks and beautiful dancing fountains, glittering in different colours are a feast to the eyes. Guys wanted to get little tipsy but it was a no-no from Ananth but everybody still had loads of fun and enjoyed as if there were no tomorrow. When we reached Bangalore everybody was saying “see you in office” as though the trip was not enough.
Memories of a wonderful trip have perhaps been burnt on the hard disc of everybody’s shoulder top and when they open the file after 20 years they might perhaps have forgotten the name but would definitely smile and say “yes, we had fun that day.”
Someone said, life is like a coin, you can spend it in anyway you want but you can spent it only once. I feel I have spent a day of my life in the companion of a great team on Christmas. Early morning at 6 on the 25th of December when people were seen coming out of church and groups of hunk enjoying the early morning tea and cigarettes by the gas station at MG road I was quietly waiting for the bus outside symphony theatre. LET team planned for a day trip to Mysore and the pickup started from Symphony theatre, MG road and ended at E-city after few pick up at towers office. All were in the bus by 9.00 and we left for mysore after a quick breakfast at a fast food near towers office. We first went to a temple called Sri Ranganatha Swamy Temple and on the way saw a stone engraved – “The place where Tipu died”, the stone was neatly fenced. One can imagine the pain and bloodshed during those battles.
The old temple was amazing and built completely on stones. The queue was long to get blessing but Bagya never gave up and stood along with other devotees. Others took a stroll around the temple. Libin and Sanjay at the right time did quite a show by dancing to the music from their own vocal. Libin almost broke his ankle doing a twist. The dancing was all captured in a video and is due to be released soon. The team is actually looking for a producer? Any takers?
Later on we went to Triveni Sangam where two rivers meet namely, cauvery and arkavati. The location where the two river meets are revered very holy and people come here to pray. The views are beautiful and many were bathing in the holy river, perhaps the bathe, I heard from a friend, is believed to wash away sins. After watching people wash their sins we headed towards Mysore. In the bus we were watching a Tamil movie in which Kamal Hassan was playing a cop and Bala was translating to all the non Tamil speakers. All were whistling and shouting on most of the scenes. By the time we reached Mysore everybody was starving. We went to a modest restaurant and had delicious lunch. Everybody ordered their own meals. Surendra was wise enough to bring in the menu while in bus and a waiter came and took the order.
We went to see St Philomena’s church and no wonder it was crowded as it should be on a day of Christmas. Quickly after that everybody got into the bus to Palace as time were running short and we have still to cover Brindavan Gardens. The Palace were awesome and it is a must see for every one. The architecture and the carvings on the pillar were meticulous and wonderful. Staring at one particular door made me think how long it would have taken to complete just one door. My guess is it would have taken at least few months. Sad that camera were not allowed inside the palace!! Brindavan Garden is the place where the excitement and the fun fare started. Few also had to do some policing work. We realised after visiting the Palace that Ananth’s mobile is lost but we though it was just lost, perhaps misplaced or left in the restaurant we had lunch earlier. Later on we came to know that Bala’s cigarette pack was also missing from his bag. After searching we found the pack of cigarette pack in the driver’s cabin and our suspicion naturally went towards the driver and the cleaner who were in the bus when we were out. Few stayed back to do a search and luckily got the mobile back. Apart from those who stayed back all the other had enjoyed the evening in Brindavan Gardens. A boat ride, scintillating talks and beautiful dancing fountains, glittering in different colours are a feast to the eyes. Guys wanted to get little tipsy but it was a no-no from Ananth but everybody still had loads of fun and enjoyed as if there were no tomorrow. When we reached Bangalore everybody was saying “see you in office” as though the trip was not enough.
Memories of a wonderful trip have perhaps been burnt on the hard disc of everybody’s shoulder top and when they open the file after 20 years they might perhaps have forgotten the name but would definitely smile and say “yes, we had fun that day.”
In Office
It is boring to work on Sundays.
But i still got up and with some aspiration went to office.
Nothing seems to be bright
Lets hope for the best.
But i still got up and with some aspiration went to office.
Nothing seems to be bright
Lets hope for the best.
Saturday, 26 January 2008
my valentine
Would it be the same I would wonder
If she knows that I am in love with the girl
from the land of yonder
Should I disclose my feelings now or it would be never
It would perhaps be never as the chances are very fewer
I meet her almost everyday
I would watch her from my distant bay
Wonderful she looks when she smile
And when she smiles, she smiles a mile
And kills me everyday
Perhaps many more also dies every day
When she smile a mile from a distant bay
For whom the angel will fall
Only time will tell, when the age climbs tall
We perhaps may not make it together
You from the distant land of fairies and feather
And I from the deep hell of drudgery
But a prayer I shall say in this life with bravery
So that we meet in the life’s next episode
Together then we shall sing songs never sung
And kiss the unkissed kisses and erode Into eternity of TRUE LOVE
If she knows that I am in love with the girl
from the land of yonder
Should I disclose my feelings now or it would be never
It would perhaps be never as the chances are very fewer
I meet her almost everyday
I would watch her from my distant bay
Wonderful she looks when she smile
And when she smiles, she smiles a mile
And kills me everyday
Perhaps many more also dies every day
When she smile a mile from a distant bay
For whom the angel will fall
Only time will tell, when the age climbs tall
We perhaps may not make it together
You from the distant land of fairies and feather
And I from the deep hell of drudgery
But a prayer I shall say in this life with bravery
So that we meet in the life’s next episode
Together then we shall sing songs never sung
And kiss the unkissed kisses and erode Into eternity of TRUE LOVE
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