April 17, 2015

aPOINTment #2

Hey all, I know I have been throwing points and bullets a lot on the blog but if I have 13874849 things to tell how do I construct a blog properly with exactly same amount of thoughts hovering around my tiny brain!


  • As I am writing this with a cup of my favorite tea with bags packed for Mumbai-4-days-trip, I have been wishing that this would be one of the last trips before I relocate without Mr.ISB. Well, people throw showers of sympathy on Mr.ISB as he would be helpless without me (Yeah, he married to me for cleaning home, drying clothes and cook as if!) I am amazed to see a sea of changes in him. He has started loving cooking just like me. Rest of the mess is still there but then I love him the way (Read:messy!) he is!
  • I worried about my tea mug , filter machine and my shawl without which I can not live. Should I keep them in Pune or Mumbai. Apart from shawl , I can not .. Note, I can not replicate them. I can not keep them in my bag every time I visit cities too! Lesson? Dont get attached to materialistic things. If you do, always love them in two! :D
  • Dance. Some videos surface out of the world wide web and make you do all those graceful steps while going berserk on music. That is my kind of a work out. 
  • I have been using this laptop owned by Mr.ISB during his ISB tenure which refused to work without the power adapter. After hunting for its battery like a mad shopping maniac lady, I got the battery but the laptop thought it is my struggling period with a start up so I might as well struggle some more. Now the cursor of the screen jumps around at any moment while I type. Just like a monkey. Monkey minded cursor for a monkey mind?
  • I have been hating the smell of AC buses since long. I have been punished to never get rid of these buses by the super power and I see no hopes for the improvement in the situation.
  • Working for a start up has brought impeccable amount of energy into my professional life. I am not struggling for time, I am struggling to get out of the enthusiasm just to balance out my life with a short jogging or a yoga session. 
  • I miss my Singapore friends a lot, especially one friend plans to meet another friend in Singapore. Some other friends post photos of beautiful Siloso beach and things like that. No, I still love living in India but God, bless me with some free time in the upcoming quarter. 
  • I have a super long pending list of friends with whom I need to catch up. Either on phone or over a cup of coffee. The mad shuttling between cities have made me so busy that the sight of a ringing phone itself puts me off. I do owe all of them calls or meetings. I do.
How is your life going on guys? If anyone reading this apart from those 10 people whom I know :D

Anyone? :D

April 15, 2015

27ish and something :)

Yes, I am still the kid at heart who gets excited about her birthday. This time I behaved like a little mature kid by hiding the day (and the year!) on the Facebook and so did not recieve a LOT many messages/calls! Not that remembering dates make you more social and warm, I just wanted to enjoy whatever I do to the fullest.I thought of presenting (20) 15 facts about this birthday of mine!

  1. My Gang made this awesome plan of 'The engagement' of our friend -'Chitrole', which was likely to occur as his family is hunting for a bride. I was shattered when I saw the nervous face last week when we met at another friend's place. I was sad for him as he told us there is no scope of saying 'No' and his parents have already decided to get him married to the girl. I was shown the photo as well. We all tried to console congratulate him and cheer him up. His weirdly nervous face rang the bell which I conveniently ignored. Mr.ISB asked me to come back from Mumbai that week for the birthday as in the evening the  'Engagement' was to take place as a surprise party for me. Well, my gang is just awesome and they spoil me to the core. :)
  2. Investors/ Team members/Mentors of my start up (whom I need to give the blog name) tried to force me to come to Office so we can have fun but they knew it would be my first birthday after wedding so I was spared.
  3. My mom and sister (by law and by heart) both knew about the plan and conveniently pushed me to go to Pune even when I said Mr.ISB would come down to Mumbai to be with us.
  4. Pre-birthday evening pissed me off due to boring traveling in the bus but it was followed by awesome home made pizzas by Mr.ISB! Pampering - never ending.
  5. I bought one of those books which was the result of my obsession with the movie 'Julie & Julia', and I read it for a few minutes. I slept off with the kindle beside me which made Mr.ISB uncomfortable as the cake and gifts were waiting for me!
  6. At 12, I was wide awake with a cake in front of me and some gifts. A chef Knife set I wanted since looooong. Some Gujarati literature books which I wanted to re-read to revamp my hold on the language. Even when Mr.ISB can not read Gujarati properly, he and my mom made up a story to know which all books I love and which we have at home!
  7. The best part was the first and the last call to wish me at 12 , by my bro-buddy and Mr.ISB's best friend! He never misses it anyway! I was happy I could sleep properly as since last 5 birthdays I could not sleep properly at night and end up feeling super sleepy for the whole birth-day. I recived messages and calls by my first-gang-of-old-Mumbai-Days!
  8. My Singapore flatmates called me in the morning and we talked after like ages. Not to forget, these friends poke me unintentionally in my mind whenever I hold my mug to have to awesome tea with ginger. 
  9. As we were to attend the 'engagement',Mr.ISB planned the birthday lunch at my favorite restaurant. 'Greens and Olives' is one of those restaurants which has the delicious, mouth watering Italian food with rich flavors I have ever had.
  10. A bag from my brother & parents , a mortal and a pestle which was long needed with some exact requirements made the way to me. A big stone made mortal - pestle pair is something I wanted it since long and the current obsession thanks to movie 'Julie and Julia' made it even stronger. Mr.ISB picks the matter from my mind which creates such random wishes all the time!
  11. My gang sans the fake Dulha picked us up from home and I realized the bigger plan of my surprise birthday party. With a big pink Joker hat, I was given my most Favorite home made chocolate mud cake to cut which showed my age as '72' and it got happily cut by me! Of course a semi chocolate facial and the gift of a portable Phillips easy-to-use media player were presented. I love simpler things and my gang knows it much better!
  12. The gang of 5 and 2 husbands with one more friend from my old office laughed out all those lungs we had in leg pulling sessions focused on each of us. The happiness radiated from me to them and that is why birthdays are celebrated! 
  13. We forced the fake Dulha to get engaged just to irritate him. The poor guy was under performance pressure while talking to me for a week. I was relieved for him as he was not actually getting engaged to the girl with whom he had met only once! :)
  14. I was tired by the time we reach back home but I realized I was still not sleepy. I wanted to read that Julia Book and I wanted to play with the media player I was just gifted. I did!! 
  15. I realized age is not even a number. I get better birthday parties and better surprises year by year! 
Am I aging too gracefully? ;-)

April 8, 2015

The third parallel projection

This young lady called Julie is a big fan of Julia Child.  She starts a blog in which she writes about her cooking experiment - 524 recipes in 3 She 65 days straight from Julia Child Cook Book. She is frustrated with a job and she loves to cook,so it is about the excitement in her life this project can create.She finds amazing similarities between her life and Julia's life. Connections are deeper than the love for food. The story of this movie/book 'Julie and Julia' is brilliant. My Aunt Kaki in USA recommended the movie and after days, I got the chance to watch it. (When your husband packs your work diary to the out-of-town trip and forgets to pay for the internet, the only thing which calms you down is a mug of filter coffee made by yours truly in the machine gifted by friends and a new movie!)

My Kaki told me she remembered me while watching the movie. I was curious to know why and I know why , now. Julia had an adorable husband, high pitched voice, enthusiasm for everything to kill for and the love for food! Not to forget dramatic behavior! Julie had the same bunch of things. Yours truly does not have the cooking expertise like these two ladies and Julia's calmness which does not let her throw frustration at her husband unlike Julie. But, hey! I love food and cooking, apart from other small details in life we have in common.

Expressions when the food melts in the mouth. The connection we make with some mysterious energy waves from the universe when I cook my horribly restaurant dishes and they cook those delicious dishes. The way Julia feels and Julie cries when disappointing incidents happen is my habit too! The way Julia cries on the sofa while she reads the rejection from the publication company, the way Julie lies down in the kitchen while crying as she messed up with amazing dishes - Both habits have grown inside me too.Please note only husbands know what we do when sad in all cases!

The way Julia was wearing a pearl necklace all the time, Julie noticed the same in the movie! Well,I noticed this from the very first scene. No diamonds or gold chains chains can beat the elegance of pearls.

Julie finds comfort in cooking after the useless crappy job she has. Julia starts learning cooking french food to do something other than her job she had back in China. Hello, I do the same!

The mortal and pastel. The one they wanted, you should see the beauty.I started hunting to get the very similar smaller version of what is shown in the movie a few months back.The heavy base- made of marble stone.

The way our husbands manage with the experiments (My husband is the warrior I must say!). Not to forget how three of the husbands support their respective wives.

Julie knew she has found parallel projections from Julia's life to her life. Now, I have got the third parallel projection straight into my life! (Google - Projection lines - What do you expect from a Mechanical Engineer?)

I was surprised when I did not feel weird at the scenes showing cooking of different animals - birds which was highly expected due to my vegetarianism. I know the love of food and I respect their love for food. Their love for cooking.

Some movies make you feel you are the character inside. Some movies you feel, narrates nearly your story only Some movies are made for the happier environment but makes you cry. Some movies make you realize how lucky you are to have your husbands, parents, friends and relatives. Some movies make you go one step closer to introspect what you actually love.

'Julie and Julia' fulfills every thing I mentioned.

Mr.ISB, I am waiting for you to come back so we can see the movie together!

:)


April 6, 2015

The Gang!!

So as I told you in the last post we are Five. Five warriors of the same clan cubicle Of course, being in the same cubicle and to fight for it every day is our habit as our office as Collaborative Working Space concept, which lets you sit any where you want to.

Before I actually write stories, wait. I need to introduce them to all of you. We would start with the oldest member. (!Sorry, Daya!)

1. Daya - The artist in Adlabs Imagica had called her the sister of Sunny Deo because of her broad build, superb height and post delivery weight to some extent. Dare you say, she is a young mother so must be an old school girl. She is faster than me and you in abusing where needed!! She is one of my super close friends.

2. Suleman Behen /Dr. Salunkhe - The nomenclature is quite weird as he bawls like this cricket player - whoever he is. Atleast that is the only explanation we have been given to. He acts like the forensic doctor from the comic serial cum thriller CID. Investigating documents by almost shooting laser guns from his eyes while staring the screen of the laptop.

3.Nano/Wicket Keeper/ DCP Chitrole - This man is the victim of all our pranks. Five minutes we are free and we focus on discussing which of his legs should we pull this time. He looks like DCP from CID, Still 'Nano' in the looks and of course thanks to his faith he has a got a boss to 'Keep'.

4. Johnaa - That is what one of our senior team member calls him for some reason, not too close to his real name. Talk about the name - after spending 27 years on this earth his relatives still argue on the correct pronunciation of his name. Of course he takes things in high spirits. This many-named-person is my perfect partner in crime. Be it taking my side on bets or beating around the bush in the heated discussions inside the group just to make things lighter. He lives on chicken but gets irritated if some one tries to kill even an insects. All street dogs around my now old office and his home know him and get an account at the Tapari wala for some cookies for them every day.

5. Yours truly/ Fedricks - Of course I want to tell you guys, it has nothing to do with the IQ level of this charterer called Fedricks. It is my ability to throw sad and poor jokes all around. I do not want to be a narcissist and praise myself but hey, these guys really love me. Many many cute gifts in the farewell with really sentimentally funny dialogues are proofs.

We the gang of five are Chai Buddies. Our adda is Chai Tapari apart from our own cubicle - rather we have managed in such a fashion that no one else can work from there. We play pranks on the lunch table where the victim would be 'The Wicket Keeper.' We laugh out our lungs and we sprinkle fun all over.

Dont you think we are awesome? I have left this job which had only one positive thing - my gang, but I am still the part and I do not feel the distance thanks to 'Whatsapp'.

:)


aPOINTment! #1

Okay, straight to the point points :


  • After four farewells, I am finally relieved. I have joined the new start up I always talked about but never blogged about. For a month I would be shuffling between Pune and Mumbai. Hopefully things would be smooth after a month. The baggage of a thankless and a lifeless job is thrown in to the dustbin & I am ready to rock.
  • I miss my friends from the thankless office. They were only the motivation for me to stick to it for last three months and work in the notice period as well. We, a group or rather a gang of five made a closed ecology inside the office of 5000 people. A blog on this is pending since long.
  • After enjoying working for four days in the new Mumbai office till 8 pm and not getting exhausted was a new thing for me. After years. No non value added calls - meetings , a series of jokes we play on each other and our discussions on how to make the new small office more colorful. I am back in Pune now for some more days before I relocate in a full fledged manner.
  • We have green tea addicts at the new office which makes me miss my Chai-buddies, the gang of five warriors even more. 
  • We had an awesome visit from Mr.ISB's ISB flatmate - the one and only Mr.Quadie as I call. The chit chatter and another chit chatter (Yours truly) chattered to much to bug Mr.ISB! Such pleasant visits by friends are needed once in a blue moon. Of course, I attacked him with home made Palak Paneer and Kheer which was appreciated which served as a kick for my future cooking ventures! 
  • I have got a permanent Mumbai number! It is a big deal for me as this number is likely to be a super long term number for me. I have changed 4 numbers in 4 years and people have started throwing verbal brickbats on me already. They stop only when I tell them that this should be the last number I would ever get.
  • I have got horridly pissed off with Facebook. My friends with whom I need to keep in touch are the only road breaker in between to each the Facebook-less life. Not that I keep on checking it every now and then. I have totally banned FaceBook application on my mobile. Well, I have got Quora to get addicted to. The only good part is I am gaining something by dwelling on the Quora platform.
  • I really want to blog more than I am since last 4 months. When things are going a bit on better side, blogging toh banata hai boss! :)
Dont you think so?

:)

March 30, 2015

Grown up finally!

A small girl had tears in her eyes. Her friends were given different classes after the 4th Standard in her school. She wont be sitting together and have fun along with other old classmates. Anyway she adjusted, made new friends, kept in touch with some old friends. Life was happy.

The same incident happened when she decided to chose Technical Studies for three years and hence changed the class. She felt lonely for some days but slowly her introvert self found a new atmosphere along with the cream talent of the school. The most mischievous class made her extrovert and she beamed with joy for those three years. Again the stream changing activity happened for two years. This time she took things in a different way. The extrovert nature was a mask and she channelized herself into studies. So much that her 12th board result was an expected surprise (if you understand) for every one.

She entered her only-one-girl batch of mechanical engineering. She was confident enough to gel with the 'Bajrang Dal' boys. She made great friends and built funny memories. She became a part of one of the most geeky bunch of students in the college. She became a part of the rough and tough gang of the college. For four years she lived, most importantly she learnt. She was growing up and coming out of the shield. Her placements in one of the most famous Indian Automotive Company outside her home town was the biggest change coming up.

She left her home, her friends and family to achieve something in life, to build something own her own. She grew matured like never before, she learnt to make friends with people from diverse background. She learnt how the world can be hurting her, also how the world can heal her. She was an independent bird out of the nest but caged by surroundings - pampered by friends , seniors and even her comfort zone. Then after months, the day came when she decided to make the move one more time. The most hurtful decision she made, she thought. She threw herself out of the comfort zone to a distant land of merlions - Singapore. Tears were flowing out of her eyes with no voice coming out of her throat on the very last working day at her first company. It gave her best friends for life, best lessons her life. It took full four days for her to say good bye to people she had worked with - she wanted to say bye to all. She loved them all. Almost.

The Lala land Singapore then the alien land with only one blog friend was not an easy deal too. The food with a lot of MSG, a room to be shared with four flatmates and money crunches had started molded her from the day her dad returned back home. Her nights with movie sessions with her friends, midnight snacks and memories of friends-family in India slowly got converted into cozy life long friendship. The era ended quite quickly but with a bit strong heart. Yes, it felt super heavy while leaving the most boring machined country which still had her best of friends. It was not the painless move at all.

The move back to the country with a new job started off with heavy changes like wedding. The new office gave brilliant mentors, a group of buddies and some stupid people to work with. The frustration at office was easy to handle due to those 4 wonderful buddies and some random friends I made out of the group. Chai time laughter shocks, pranks and what not. Then again it happened. She got one brilliant opportunity to change the track of her career. After thinking for a while, she decided to grab it. This time, she was fine. She did not cry. She consoled her friends who cried and laughed with friends who were strong. She was feeling stronger.

She had learnt how to not to hurt her self while parting. She had learnt that friends are there forever even when they stay poles apart. She has learnt the way of life. She is grown up finally!

I am proud of her. I am proud of myself. 

March 26, 2015

The Kida

In India we grow different 'Kidas' in ourselves. Foreigners might as well take it as the super irritating virtual creature aka some hobby/interest/wish aka 'Kida' crawling inside the body. Some people have Cricket ka 'Kida', some people have 'Travelling ka Kida'. Some people have 'Cooking ka Kida' and some people have 'Gane ka Kida'. Some people have 'Gadgets ka Kida' and some people have 'Start ups ka Kida'.

I have the 'working for a start up Kida'. I always wanted to create things from scratch, be it a product or a brand or even policies. I like to scratch my brain till something takes shape in it. Now this 'Kida' was biting me since two years ( may be since childhood but never consciously thought about it) but situations were not very warm for this particular Kida.

Since last 5 months,my job was becoming crappier day by day by growing only stress within me. Basically the job which was quite dynamic by definition - I got 4 bosses to work with in last 15 months- was not making me learn anything.The most pathetic part was I was no more in love with the company goals. With every boss a new work style, different kinds of work time imbalances and zillions of formats pitched in my life. Just when I was reaching my saturation point, I was approached by a family friend who registered a start up. I had met the guy before but that day I met him with his another partner, I had shared ideas related to the start up. These guys offered me to work with them as the founder team member, the very same day. I took close to two months to decide as it came with risk , relocation and what not. Thankfully , with the support from both sets of parents, siblings and of course the husband I decided to go ahead with it! Yes, the ccrapy nature of the corporate world had made me bold enough to promise myself that my next job wont be based on numbers of years of experience on my resume. That is what exactly happened.

There were people who felt happy for me, there were people who showed the astonishment and some labelled me a rebel and an immature girl. Some felt as I am married to a man who is earning a good amount of money, I am playing with the chance. Anyway, I am super happy with the guts I am showing. I am sure I need to put efforts more than ever, there would be days we might not get response from the market but I trust my team and myself. I am not going to make PLAN B.

The 'Kida' within me is not at peace even now. It is boosting my soul with Adrenaline all the time when I share ideas and go one step closer to the goal. These 'Kidas' have done great and worst things for people. Some could manage with the razor sharp brain and good luck, some got stuck for the life. Here I am, leaving the safe road to monthly salary and entering into the zone where only extreme positions can be achieved. 

I am happy that I am giving the atmosphere to the 'Kida' to grow. Do you have such Kidas?