All in a Day's work

"And so we meet again", he mused.

"Oh God, how many times do u need to come to me in a day", she asked irritated.

"It’s all in a day’s work, dear", he smirked.

"hmmph, I would hardly call that work what your owner is doing, take your fill and leave", she said.

At that very instant I filled my coffee cup, with hot bru coffee, he winked back at that machine
and she simply started giving out coffee to a better looking slim cup ignoring mine which was pot bellied :D

After all she was tired of serving him for the third time in the same day. :)

Two Versions -Same Life‏

Version 1:

She hated to be late.

All her life, everything had to be on time.

Leaving for school, then leaving for college and then finally leaving for office.

"Mom!!!!", "You know I hate to be late?"

"What time are coming home today?" her brother asked.

"Why?” she said.

"I was thinking perhaps we can go to that new park in our society."

"Why don't you go with your friends, I won’t be able to sleep on time

and then I'll be late for office tomorrow."

His expression changed drastically and isn't something worth writing about.

Mother came with her Tiffin in hand, snatching it

and rushing out with a quick good bye she was off.



She got in the line for bus, had a person walking with a stick in front of her

which irritated her no end. "I am going to be late because

he is walking so slow”, she thought. Perhaps sensing her irritation, the man gave her

side to move forward, rushing ahead she didn't even think of thanking him;

after all he was causing her to be late.



The bridge over the railway platform was too crowded today.

Perhaps some politician had come over, she thought.

A lot of laborers carrying iron pipes were going over the bridge;

brushing them aside, she rushed downstairs.



Suddenly the foot of one of the laborers slipped, and the iron pipe

he was holding got out of his hand, rolled over, falling on the stairs; while the rest of

the crowd moved sideways; she just turned to see what happened and was

knocked down....dead.



Death...it can happen anytime...any day…and any way.



Now let’s rewind.

Version 2:

She got up in the morning.

After getting ready, she sat down at the breakfast table with her brother.

"What time are coming home today?" her brother asked.

"Why?” she said.

"I was thinking perhaps we can go to that new park in our society."

"Let’s plan it on a weekend, it’ll be easier for me please?”

“Ok, but then it’ll be your treat, promise?”

“Promise”

Mother came with her Tiffin in hand, as she took it, she said

“Thanks Mom”, and started for office.



She got in the line for bus, had a person walking with a stick in front of her

The man gave her side to move forward, “Thank you”;

she said with a smile and moved forward.

The bridge over the railway platform was too crowded.

A lot of laborers carrying iron pipes were going over the bridge.

As soon as she got a side she moved forward and started

Downstairs. Suddenly the foot of one of the laborers slipped, and the iron pipe

he was holding got out of his hand, rolled over, falling on the stairs; while the rest of

the crowd moved sideways; she just turned to see what happened and was

knocked down....dead.



……

I haven’t used any names in the above versions.

Because any of us can be any character them.

Point is, the main character faced the same situations, she came to the same end;

But her reactions to the situations were different.

She died, but before dying, she definitely left something, those who knew her or met her

Could remember her by….

A few kind and understanding words which might seem inconsequential yet that make

a lot of difference to our way if living.

Anyone can receive kindness, but you make a difference only by giving it.

An End - New Beginning

As the company welcomes me into its fold,
I thank those, who smile at me...
smile at those who smirk at me,
and hope to impress those who believe in me:)


I thought this is the journey's end
On seeing a curve at the road bend
But saw a new path reaching there
Courage tugged at heart along with fear


New Possibilities and new mistakes
New frame of mind it will take
"THE End" there is no such thing,
An end always means new beginning.

My Mother...

She's far yet near,
she loves n endears,

When I'm down,
she brings me joy
When I'm happy
She makes me enjoy

When I'm nasty,
She makes me repent,
She taught me manners,
value of every cent,

Many moms are there
but there's no one like her,
She loves me more than herself,
She is the best Mother!

Happy Mother's Day to My Mumma...
Luv u a lot!!!

Shared Auto and Friday Prayers

As I returned to Pune sometime back, my commuting to

different places using the public transport started once again.

Also I realized how far places are here, and good time management

was needed whenever I wanted to go any place.

One of the modes of transport very popular here is the Shared Auto,

called the Seven seater but actually seats 11 people.

Travelling in a bus means you have a seat to yourself, others might

be standing near you and even the person next to you doesn't matter.

On the other hand, travelling in a shared auto is different.

Different because you have to share a seat for 3 people among 4.

Also some times people are allowed to bend and stand(in addition to the eight people sitting at the back).

It kind of brings the people under the same roof (literally) without any barriers

of wealth,religion, caste and creed. You might even sit next to your maid or

milk delivery boy some day. While travelling I just realized one day

how using a shared Auto fulfills one of my religion's diktat. The analogy might seem funny or ridiculous to some,

but Friday prayers for men are mandatory for this reason only that people of all classes pray together

in the same place without disdain for the unfortunate ones. Doesn't a Shared Auto fulfill the criteria as well?

In fact while friday prayers cater just to the Muslims, in a shared Auto, we might have other religions as well.

Though this comparison might seem far fetched, but I somehow felt its true.

I guess many times Life teaches you what you need to learn even without being in the allotted classroom.