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DATE: 7-March

HE:

      Today can be called as the luckiest day of my life. I talked to her face to face for the first time. Rajesh, my friend had some work in Nigdi today and was travelling by our bus and surprisingly he knew her well. They were collegemates during the degree. He introduced us formally. I was so happy, that I just forgot that sometime back she just avoided sitting beside me. Everything in my brain, all my nervousness, and hatred for her as well as for my loser …all was just washed up.

Now I can talk to her, I hope I can turn this chance to success. Oh god, thanks a lot… Rajesh was just like an angel sent by you.

SHE:

       Thanks a lottt god…. I am so happy. Even he was. I could easily make that out from his face. It was just so bright. He still has feelings for me. Thank god, I thought after that day I kinda lost him, but no. Now we can talk to each other officially. No problem of who is first … we are friends now. God you are great.

Rajesh:

            Today I was travelling with Niru, my projectmate. Even my best friend in college was traveling by the same bus. It was a really pleasant surprise to see her after a couple of years or so. I think my transfer to Pune will result in some good thing. She has become more beautiful than she was in our college days. Damn.. why the hell did I neglect her in college when she had crush on me… I hope she is still single, not even committed or so. I would like simple girl like to get settled in life. Now I am well settled in job, should go forward with love matter also.

            When I introduced Niru to her today, somehow her face lit up as if she was eager to have a word or two with him since many days. Niru’s condition was no different. Do they have something between them? I hope there is nothing of such sort. Oh God, thanks a lot that you made me meet her, I hope you help me once again to make her mine. Please just keep Niru out of this.

GOD:

            If you get only happiness then you don’t feel its value, do you? That’s why everything is planned in such a way that whenever you get happy you should understand its true value. I haven’t done anything special here. It’s all just happening as predefined.

Next Step ??? J

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Date: 28-Feb

HE:

       Today, the office had planned to screen a movie in the campus. I had seen it but thought of enjoying it with friends in the open air. I took the permission for an hour from my boss and went for that. The dialogues were not much audible on the lawns, but it was fun to watch the movie in an open air theatre like that. I was to leave the place to return to my cubicle and turned around when I saw her standing there just around 10 feet away from me.

            I don’t know why but my heart started speeding a lot higher than even Michael Schumaker’s Ferrari. She just smiled at someone in the crowd at my back, tried her best not to look directly to me and just left the place. I stood there for a minute or two just wondering what had happened.

            Why did she smile? Did she feel good that I am still in the same company only or she didn’t even take notice of my presence and really smiled at someone in the crowd at my back? But we were so close that it was practically impossible for her to just ignore me.

SHE:

       I saw him today, at the movie screening. Thank god he is still working with this company only. I thought of smiling at him and greeting him. I was so happy to see him, I wanted to ask him where he was for so many days, whether he was not well, had he changed his house or was he using bike for the transport, but again I didn’t ask a single question. I stayed calm. I didn’t want to embarrass him again.

       I don’t know what I feel about him, but somehow whenever I see him, I do feel better. I hope he starts travelling by bus again. Everyday we can see each other in the morning and wish each other a very good morning without any words or smile but just with a plain look.

Date: 5-march

HE:

      I resumed my normal duty today. It was good to see all those familiar faces once again after so many days. Of course my eyes were searching only one face out of that but still.

            Just like my normal schedule, I got into the bus. She was sitting there with the same plain look on her face, nowhere even a single line of recognition, but when she saw me, her face reflected a small smile. It couldn’t escape my notice. Was she happy to see me back in the bus? I don’t know about her, but I was definitely happy to see her.

SHE:

      I was so happy, I tried my best to conceal my happiness but I felt like getting up from my seat and just sit beside him and talk, talk and just talk to him. Hey what’s this? What’s happening to me? I never felt like this for anyone. Is this just sympathy for that evening thing or is this love? No chance of it. I don’t believe in this love at first sight or so. We don’t know each other, we don’t know anything about each other, how can this be love? Probably just infatuation… whatever it may be…  I am loving this feeling very much.

Who will make these two join each other…??? Let’s see….

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Date: 14-Feb

HE:

      By the time I am writing this, Valentine’s Day is already over. It doesn’t matter anyways, since nothing unusual has happened today. The day had been very much like other 365 days in the year or probably last 21 valentine’s days in my life. I was hoping that I at least get to catch her glimpse but fate didn’t seem to favor me even this much. Due to this night shift, I am even deprived of her glimpses. Today, I even lingered a bit at the gates at the usual bus timing to watch her, but she didn’t turn up. I think god wants to signal me to keep away from her. My insult that day was the first one and now this was the second one. Ok god, I got it.

SHE:

        Valentine’s day is over but I couldn’t manage even to see him today. I thought today he might come to me and have a talk, but he didn’t. Even he is not traveling nowadays by the usual bus. Did he change home or worst the company itself?

Today all my teammates have gone out with their valentines and I am alone back home. That’s why I left the office early and came straight back to home. If that evening thing wouldn’t have happened, probably today I would not have been alone. I think the fate doesn’t want us together. Probably so. Ok god, if this is what is intended for me, ok; I accept it, obviously I anyways don’t have any alternative, but still.

Date: 27-Feb

HE:

      I was working in the night shift for the whole month so had to travel by cab rather than bus. I used to work from 4.00 p.m. to 2.30 a.m. so naturally I had lost contact with almost all people working in dayshift except for my teammates who would surrender the charge to me while leaving for the day. For the whole month I didn’t travel by bus. Obviously didn’t see her. She works in the adjacent building only, but I don’t know where her cubicle is located exactly and anyways even if I would be knowing that, I don’t think I have that much guts to approach her.

            For almost a month I didn’t see her, but I didn’t feel any desperation to see her. I was unbelievably aloof in this case. Was it the effect of that evening incidence?

Valentine’s Day over… then when are they going to Speak and Propose…???

To be continued.....

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Date: 26-Jan

HE:
  Today, there was public holiday so I got lot of time to think and analyze the situation. What was my fault? I haven’t done anything wrong. I didn’t ever talk to her, I never tried to flirt, I never gossiped about her except for my close friends. I am even sure that none of my co-travelers in the bus know that I like her. Whenever I stare at her I take necessary precaution as not to be too obvious. I don’t want to embarrass her in any way. When I am trying my best for this, then why did she have such cruel expressions on the face?
 I think either she knows now that I like her and stare at her and she doesn’t want to encourage me or simply, she just hates me for no reason, just like many of my classmates who hate me for no reason.
 I don’t know what to do now, but either ways I think she just doesn’t want me to be anywhere around her. She just hates me. Just one more failure. Does it hurt? Yes it does, but I am very much used to it. I’ll try my best not to look at her. I don’t want to do anything that she doesn’t like. I will try to forget her as if she was just one more dream in my life which simply didn’t come true. Probably, I don’t deserve to be with her. This is fate afterall. I will have to obey it.

SHE:
  Today was a holiday. So I couldn’t see him, although I wanted to. I actually wanted to apologize for whatever happened yesterday. I got into the bus and searched for the seat. He was sitting alone on the seat for 3, it was a good chance for me to sit with him and have a word or two. I was just thrilled. I was about to sit on the same seat when Kruti said something. I didn’t hear it properly so I turned to her. She said, ”See, Raghav is there, he has reserved seats for us.” I just hate that Raghav, he is always ready to flirt provided the other person is a girl. Whenever I see him, somehow I try my best to be as away from him as I can, I even show hatred to him directly on my face but this guy simply ignores this. I don’t know why Kruti likes him so much.
 So the point is I went to the seat that Raghav had reserved specially for us. I felt really bad for Niru, but if I would have denied Raghav’s offer and would have sat on Niru’s seat; it would have just been too obvious. He must have felt embarrassed. Poor guy.

Date: 27-Jan

SHE:
   Today he seemed to have lost in thoughts. When he got into the bus, surprisingly he didn’t search for me. He even didn’t look up. He just went straight to the last seat and started reading a novel. I tried looking at him once or twice but he didn’t lift his head at all. I think he is hurt, I am feeling sorry, but what can I do? When we got down at the office gate, I purposefully lingered a bit more at the gates to give back him a smile, but I couldn’t spot him in the crowd. Niru, I am sorry, please be normal again.

Date: 28-Jan

SHE:
   Today I saw him in the food court. He was there with two girls and was chatting, laughing, cracking jokes. He seemed to enjoy the company. Is he also a typical boy who just wants to have as many girls around him as possible? Is he a typical flirt? Does he want me also to get included in that group for showcasing?
 Probably the two girls were just good friends of him. At least I hope so. Please god please let those be his sisters or just friends, nothing else.

Date: 3-Feb

HE:
   Since that evening thing has happened, I have left staring at her. I don’t know but some inner voice is telling me to keep away. I am not a street walking beggar to be treated like this. She might consider herself whatever she might think of. She is beautiful, indeed, but that doesn’t mean she can insult me like that. I have sward not to look at her again anymore and just to avoid her looks.
 But I can’t stay like this. I just like her and want to be with her. She has committed a mistake, but wasn’t that a bit natural. She doesn’t like me and doesn’t want to encourage my feelings about her. Simple isn’t it? That’s it. A complete halt for my feelings and my dreams, but I don’t think I can manage not to have even a look at her. Will I be able to do it?
 There is some saying, ‘Oh god, change the situations around me to favor me. At least give me the strength to change it. If I can’t change it, at least give me the strength to bear it.’ Oh God, please listen to me.

GOD:
    You don’t remember me when you are happy or contempt, do you? When there is a problem or a really difficult situation, then you start remembering me or praising me, don’t you? I still won’t interfere here.  My world is a complex entity with each and every thing or event properly planned for some specific future as well as past reason. Why should I interfere and break the balance of all these systems myself?

To be continued.....

Some Diary Pages..... Page 1

Date: 15-Jan

HE:
I wait everyday till 8.00 in the office even if there is no work. All of my teammates ask me why; how can I tell them that I don’t wait for any personal or official work but the only reason why I wait is the ‘secretary’- a girl in my 8.00 p.m. Chinchwad bus. ‘Secretary’ is not her real name, it’s sort of a code name given to her by me and my friends. Truly speaking, I like her. She might not be one of those who look like Aishwarya Rai or Preitty Zinta, but she is cute and simple and that’s the reason I like her. For past 6 months I have been staring at her in the bus, while going to office and coming back from the office. When I get into bus, somehow my eyes search the whole bus just to have her glimpse.
I never had a girlfriend till now, not that I don’t like to have friendship with girls but somehow they usually prefer tall-dark-handsome qualities in their boyfriends, out of which I possess none. I don’t want to jump to any relationship like this with the secretary but at least just a friendship, is it possible?
I want to talk to her. I want to have friendship with her. I know her name, for I had seen her ID card one day. But I don’t have the guts to talk to her. I even don’t know whether she knows me even by face. I know, no one can help me here; no-one other than myself, but I simply have no guts. At least someone probably a common friend, might at least formally introduce us to each other.

SHE:
There is one guy in my office bus. His name is Niranjan. I think he likes me, for me and even my friends have observed him many times staring at myself. Even when he gets into the bus, rather than searching for an empty seat, his eyes search the whole bus for me. Don’t know why but I kind of like it. Sometimes the feeling of knowing that someone loves you is far better than actually loving somebody. I didn’t have any affair till today, not that  I didn’t like or love anyone, there was a guy in my college, whom I liked a lot but somehow he stayed away from me, not that he didn’t like me but probably because I am not that beautiful and he wanted someone much more better than me.
         This guy, Niru, that’s what his friends call him, I had heard it once in the bus; he seems to be interested in me, not sure about love as such but friendship might not be bad. At least the guy seems to be descent one. I would like to be his friend, but how can I go forward? Afterall he is the boy, he should come one step ahead …not me.

Date: 16-Jan

HE:
My roommate told me to approach her and get introduced to her all by myself. It’s not that easy; this is not a college, what if she complains about this to higher authorities? No, I can’t take this risk. Someone else better introduce her to me. God, can you help me please?

SHE:
My cousin told me to show some sign to him that I am ok in having friendship with him. I think he is afraid to come forward. I’ll give him a good friendly smile tomorrow, when he gets into the bus. I hope he understands and decrypts my signal. God, can you please help him?

GOD:
Now should I come into this picture? Both of these human beings are acting as if they are in a big problem. Although not for me, I had made life so simple for you, just added a bit of emotions there and see how complex you have made it.  Now that I am the god, you must have been expecting me to intervene and have some miracle, but no; I won’t interfere here. I have created this world with some fixed rules and everything is just working as per that. Why should I just interfere and break my own rules thereby disrupting the balance of this whole system?


Date: 17-Jan

HE:
Today when I got into the bus and looked at her, she returned back a cute smile. Was she serious? I don’t know; probably she must have told her friends about me and they must have been making fun of me and that’s why when I got into the bus she started laughing and I misunderstood it for smiling. Such a fool of me. Damn, her friends must be having fun discussing things about me.

SHE:
Today when he got into the bus, I smiled at him. But he seemed to be more puzzled than pleased. Is he really interested in having friendship with me or not? I really don’t know. Why am I thinking so much about him? Have I started liking him? Or is it just like you just get used to some things as a habit, and then you unknowingly start liking them? I think it’s the latter case here. Please god please let that guy be a descent one. My sixth sense says he is a descent guy. I think he must have got puzzled because of the smile I gave him. It wasn’t my fault, for I showed him that I am interested in friendship. Now the ball lies in his court. Will he dare first to talk?

Date: 18-Jan

HE:
I am damn confused. I don’t know what to do. Every day everyone around me is bombarding me with some tactics to approach her but nothing seems to suit me well. My roommates even started taunting me that I can’t have a girlfriend or at least the guts to approach the gal. I am leaving it now on luck. I will just continue whatever is going on; let the luck take us wherever and however intended.

Date: 25-Jan

HE:
Nothing unusual or special happened in the last few days. However, today I thought something interesting might happen. The bus was about to start the back-home journey today when she and one of her friends got into the bus.  They were searching for a place to sit. I was alone on a seat of three. I was thrilled that she would sit on the same seat beside me. But she just came, momentarily paused at the seat, turned to her friend and just went past; to sit on the last seat. I couldn’t see the expressions on her face clearly but what I saw was a face filled up with hate or some similar feeling that clearly showed expression such as whatever might happen, I am not going to sit beside this *****. It was really heartbreaking. It was the biggest insult I had suffered till now.  Am I so hopeless?

To be continued.....

க‌தைய‌ல்ல‌...எச்ச‌ரிக்கை!

   
 அவ‌னுக்கு வ‌ய‌து 22. மாநிற‌ம். . அதிர்ந்து பேச‌மாட்டான். மிக‌ அமைதியான‌வ‌ன்.
சொந்த‌ ஊர் என்ன‌வோ திருவ‌ண்ணாம‌லைதான். ஆனால் வ‌சிப்ப‌து வ‌றுமைக்கோட்டுக்கு கீழே‌. அவ‌னுடைய‌ த‌ந்தை. தேர்ந்த‌ நெச‌வாளி. அவ‌ருக்கு உத‌வியாய் அவ‌ன‌து அம்மா. க‌ல்லூரி செல்லும் வ‌ய‌தில் ஒரு த‌ங்கை.
அவ‌னுடைய‌ த‌ந்தை என்ன‌மோ ஸ்ரீபெரும்புதூர் ஜாம்ப‌வான்க‌ளுக்கு அடிப‌ணியாத‌வ‌ர்தான். ஆனால் அவ‌ன் ப‌ணிந்துபோக‌ த‌யாராக‌யிருந்தான். வ‌றுமைக்கோடு. எப்பாடுப‌ட்டேனும் இந்த‌ கோட்டிலிருந்து வில‌கி த‌ன் குடும்ப‌த்தை ஒரு ந‌ல்ல‌ நிலைமைக்குக் கொண்டுவ‌ந்துவிட‌ வேண்டும் என்கிற‌ வெறி.
பெரும் முய‌ற்சிக்குப் பின்ன‌ர், துபாயில் ஒரு ப‌ன்னாட்டு நிறுவ‌ன‌த்தில் அவ‌னுக்கு வேலை கிடைத்த‌து. மாத‌ச் ச‌ம்ப‌ள‌ம் ரூ.10000.
பிற‌ந்த‌து முத‌ல், அதிக‌ப‌ட்ச‌ம் இர‌ண்டு நாட்க‌ளுக்கு மேல் த‌ன் பெற்றோரை பிரிந்த‌தில்லை அவ‌ன். ப‌ணியில் சேர்ந்த‌ பின்  2  வருடத்துக்கு  ஒரு முறைதான் வீட்டுக்குப் போக‌ முடிந்த‌து. இந்த‌ பிரிவு அவ‌னை வ‌ருத்த‌ம‌டைய‌ச் செய்தாலும், த‌ன் குடும்ப‌ம் ந‌ல்ல‌ பொருளாதார‌ நிலைமைக்கு உய‌ர‌ இது அவ‌சிய‌ம் என்று க‌ருதி த‌ன்னைத் தானே தேற்றிக்கொண்டான்.
ப‌ண‌ம்..ப‌ண‌ம்..ப‌ண‌ம்..இது ஒன்றே முக்கிய‌ம். குடும்ப‌த்தின் வ‌றுமை ஒழிய‌ த‌ன் க‌வ‌ன‌ம் முழுதும் ப‌ண‌ம் ச‌ம்பாதிப்ப‌திலேயே இருக்க‌ வேண்டும் என்ப‌து அவ‌னுடைய‌ ல‌ட்சிய‌ம், வெறி, சித்தாந்த‌ம், கொள்கை, கோட்பாடு எல்லாமே. காலை 6:30 ம‌ணிக்கு அவ‌னுடைய‌ ஷிஃப்ட் துவ‌ங்கும். ஆறு ம‌ணிக்கு முன்னே அலுவ‌ல‌க‌த்துக்குச் சென்றுவிடுவான்.
அன்று திங்க‌ள் கிழ‌மை. ப‌னி வில‌காத‌ காலை நேர‌ம். ஆறாவ‌து த‌ள‌த்தில் உள்ள‌து அலுவ‌ல‌க‌ம். த‌ரைத் த‌ள‌த்தில் லிஃப்ட்டினுள் நுழைந்து 6ஐ அழுத்தினான். ஆறாம் த‌ள‌ம் சென்ற‌டைந்த‌வுட‌ன் லிஃப்ட் க‌த‌வு திற‌ந்த‌போது கீழே விழுந்த‌து அவ‌னுடைய‌ உயிர‌ற்ற‌ உட‌ல்!

அங்கிருந்த‌ செக்யூரிட்டிக‌ள் அவ‌னுடைய‌ டீமுக்கு த‌க‌வ‌ல் அளித்து அவ‌னை ம‌ருத்துவ‌ம‌னைக்குக் கொண்டு செல்ல‌ ஏற்பாடு செய்த‌ன‌ர். ம‌ருத்துவ‌ம‌னையில் ப‌ரிசோதித்த‌ ம‌ருத்துவ‌ர் ம‌றுநொடியே சொன்னார், "ஸாரி ஹி ஈஸ் நோ மோர்". 'டெட் ஆன் அரைவ‌ல்' என்று ரிப்போர்ட்டில் ப‌திவு செய்தார்.
பின்ன‌ர் அவ‌னுக்கு நெருங்கிய‌ ந‌ண்ப‌ர்க‌ளிட‌ம் விசாரித்த‌போது தெரிய‌வ‌ந்த‌து. அவ‌னுக்கு புகை, குடி என்று எந்த‌ ப‌ழ‌க்க‌மும் இல்லை. ஒவ்வொரு மாத‌மும் அவ‌னுக்கென்று ரூ.3000 எடுத்துக்கொண்டு மீதி ப‌ண‌த்தை த‌ன் குடும்ப‌த்துக்கு அனுப்பிவிடுவான். அந்த‌ 3000ல் போக்குவ‌ர‌த்து, உண‌வு ஆகிய‌வ‌ற்றிற்கான‌ செல‌வுக‌ள் அட‌ங்கும். செல‌வைக் க‌ட்டுப்ப‌டுத்த‌ அவ‌ன் மேற்கொண்ட‌ ஒரு முடிவு..தினமும் காலை உண‌வைத் த‌விர்த்து ஒரு நாளைக்கு இரு வேளை ம‌ட்டுமே உண்ணுவ‌து.
இந்த‌ ப‌ழ‌க்க‌ம் வெகு நாட்க‌ளாய்த் தொட‌ர்ந்து உட‌லுக்குள் வாயு உருவாகி அது இத‌ய‌த்திற்குச் செல்லும் குழாயை பாதித்து......22 வ‌ய‌தில் மார‌டைப்பு! இது ஏதோ க‌ற்ப‌னையாக‌ எழுத‌ப்ப‌ட்ட‌ வ‌ரி அல்ல‌. அவ‌னுடைய‌ உண‌வு ப‌ழ‌க்க‌த்தை அவ‌ன் ந‌ண்ப‌ர்க‌ள் கூற‌க்கேட்டு அறிந்த‌ பின் ம‌ருத்துவ‌ர் சொன்ன‌து.
ப‌ண‌ம் ஒன்றையே பிராத‌ன‌மாக‌க் க‌ருதி ப‌ர‌ப‌ர‌வென‌ ப‌ற‌ந்துகொண்டிருக்கும் இந்த‌ யுக‌த்தில், ந‌ம்மில் பெரும்பாலானோர் காலை உண‌வைத் த‌விர்த்துவிடுகிறோம்/குறைத்துவிடுகிறோம். பெரும்பாலும் நாம் சொல்லும் கார‌ண‌ம்.."டைம் இல்ல‌". சாப்பிடுவ‌த‌ற்குக் கூட‌ நேர‌மில்லாம‌ல் அப்ப‌டி என்ன‌ கிழித்துவிட‌ப் போகிறோம்?
இத‌ற்கு மேல் இதைப்ப‌ற்றி நீங்க‌ளே சொல்லுங்க‌ள்!

A Software Engineer's feelings

It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature.
Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer.
I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in the warmth of the sun shine.
My childhood was so much of fun. I vividly remember those rainy days, when I hugged my mother tightly during sleeping listening to all the stories told by her. Now, I have a big house here, but then it is just a house, not a home. My parents are pretty far away from me now. I have a cell phone to talk to them everyday, but then I really miss those dinners which I had with my family everyday. I could easily afford to taste all the different cuisines these days, but the best of food there, lack the love and affection which is present in the food prepared by my mother.
I threw a lavish party for my colleagues for my birthday, but then they would never replace the birthdays when my friends secretly brought a cake and at the end, half of the cake would have ended up on my face. The couple of hundred bucks that u save for a long period just to give a treat to your friends in the road side chat shop can never give the pleasure even after spending a few thousand bucks these days.
The scene of me crying and refusing to have dinner on the day when I fought with my best friend came to my mind. Today, she has gone far away from me, taking away my love and with it my life, but I am sitting and coding here with a false smile on my face. Everyday I meet new people, but then I long ceased to make a new friend.
It's true that I have a lot of things now.I have a nice bed, but no time to sleep. Lots of money, but no friends to spend it with. The latest designer clothes, but a worn out body . Quite a few to flirt, but no one to love. Awards for technical excellence, but no reward for the crave for peaceful ambience. A confident demeanor, but a reluctant and apathetic mind. Full of rain, but no sunshine even in the farthest distance.
Now, I could see the small girl on the road enjoying in the rain with her umbrella firmly in her grip. She might not have all the comforts which I have, but then she has the innocence and fun which I lost a long time back.
I have decided to come out of this false fantasy, even if it is at the expense of losing the tap of the software engineer. I am going to again enjoy my life. I am going to go out in the rain and play with the small kid now. I removed my tie, and went near my computer to shut it down. Just then, I saw a new mail alert in my mail box. I slowly opened outlook and I found a message from my manager with an attachment saying that there was a critical defect in the code and I have to fix it soon. I convinced myself that I am not going to get bogged down again by these pressures and stick to my decision. I ignored the mail and went to the rest room. After a couple of minutes, the software engineer in me came out, his shirt tucked in with the perfect tie knot, sat before the computer, and started typing,
Hi XYZ,
I am looking into the defect and will send the patch files before EOD.
Regards,
Software Engineer.

Excellent right!!!!!!!
      My tears are rolling down........but wht can I do??????????Nothin.... but start collecting mails like this and feel happy atleast by reading them ...

Story of Achala

Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh………… Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh.’- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. ‘Raaajeeessshhh….’…I heard my wife yelling.
What’s w/ her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can’t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. ‘Raaajesssh….’  ‘Coming Meera..what’s w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..’.

 I hurried down the stairs.  I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter  Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV.  I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife & daughter. She smiled at me back.  Now, I more got confused, what’s happening here? Am I in a dream?

‘Meera…’
‘Yeah Rajesh…’
‘You called me. In fact yelled.’
‘Yes. You are right!’
‘Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then…’
‘It’s ‘cos it’s going to be 8am now.’

 I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.

 ‘Yes. It’s going to be 8am.Right! So…?’
‘Rajesh, don’t tell me, you forgot…today is 27th ‘ ‘27th..What 27th?
‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember?’

 Meera gave me an ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Is it her birthday? No it’s somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter’s? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.

 ‘Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary…’
‘Whaattttttt????….Anniversaryyyyy???…..’
 Got it. It’s not our anniversary. Before I get killed…What’s w/ 27th.
What ?? what?? Come on Rajesh!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What’s with all women? Why can’t they be straight forward & say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.

 ‘Meera, Sorry, I don’t remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What’s today?’  Meera doesn’t seem like buying that excuse from me.
 ’Meera, please tell me’ I asked in a pitiable tone..
‘Rajesh..You don’t remember at all?’  I moved my head left & right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from ‘amnesia'.

'Rajesh, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don’t tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn’t believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
‘at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.

Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
“Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?’
‘Oh I didn’t remind you? Great. I didn’t call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed’
Might be I wouldn’t have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. What ever!!
'Meera! Can’t you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Rajesh. It’s Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but...'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No…actually..what..I am saying is..'
'What Rajesh??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her? '

I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can’t miss for sure.
Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can’t face Meera again if I don’t go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
 'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that’s not..'

Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy.
1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don’t fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
 ‘Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???’ Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager & told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.

I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, ‘cos it’s the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here & there.  Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand

‘Are you achala’s daddy?’ – A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.

‘Yes,,,My Daddy..…’ – Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.

‘Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..’ – I told hello to everyone.

‘Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.’ – I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.

‘Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won’t be able to come. She told she won’t come in today. You don’t have work Uncle?’ – Zakir asked me.

I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. ‘No Zakir, I don’t have work’

‘Daddy, they are calling for the games. ‘ . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me & achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids.  Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.

Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don’t know anything about my very own daughter.
I blurted out ‘Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..’ She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something.
But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.

My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly.
Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in  1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don’t like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is ‘Honey dew’

And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. ‘Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go & attend the game’. Most of the things, my daughter has written & gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her & I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a ‘toy guitar’. Everyone congratulated us. Thou’ I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don’t deserve this. I don’t know anything about my daughter.

She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don’t want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me.
The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera’s as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.

Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice ‘Daddy! You have to leave now?’

I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It’s already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come & pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.

I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.

I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head ‘No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only…we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?’

‘Really?’ – She asked in an unbelievable tone.

‘Yes sweetz’

‘Thank you Daddy!’ – Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, ‘back to school’ has taught me a wonderful life’s lesson. I called my manager & told that am running high fever and can’t come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.

Happiest people are those who sacrifice for others

'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? His wife called him...
Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?'
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene.
My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.
Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for  her age. She has just turned eight.
She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox,
and believe firmly in the 'coolingeffects' of Curd Rice! I cleared my throat,
and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take
a few mouthful of this Curd Rice?Just for Dad's sake, dear. And, if you don't,
your Mom will shout at me'I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back.
Sindu softened a bit, and  wiped her tears with the back of her hands.
'OK, Dad. I will eat - not  just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lotof this.
But, you should...' Sindu  hesitated.
'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'

'Oh sure, darling'.

'Promise?'


'Promise'.

I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine,
and clinched the deal. 'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise',
my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's,
muttering 'Promise', without any emotion.

Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu dear,
you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.
Dad does not  havethat
kind of money right now. OK?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'.

Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.
I was silently angry with my wife and my mother fo
r forcing my child eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to  me with her eyes wide with expectation.
All our attention was on her.
'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head  shaved off?
Impossible!'
'Never in our family!' my mother rasped.
'She has been watching too much of television.
Our culture is getting totally spoiled  with these TV programs!'
 
'Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else?
We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'
'No, Dad. I do  not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.
'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.
'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'.  Sindu was in tears.
'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.
Now, you are going back on your words.
Was it not you who told me the story of  King Harishchandra,
and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'
It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'
'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No.  If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own.
Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school.
It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking  towards her classroom.
She turned around and waved.

I waved back with a smile.

Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'
What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.  
'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.
'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is  great indeed!'
Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car,
and continued,' That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.


He is suffering from... ... leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs.

'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month.

He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy.
He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel
teasing of the schoolmates.'

Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!
Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'
I stood transfixed.  And then, I wept.
'My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love  is!'

*The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on
their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love..

With proper attitude, you can overcome any obstacle

One day a dog was lost in a jungle. He was scared to see a lion coming towards him.  He thought, "I am gone today.

The lion will not leave me alive."                                                                                          

   He saw some bones lying around at a distance.  He picked up a bone and sat his back facing the lion. 

He pretended to be enjoying sucking the bone                                                                                         

    and started shouting, "Wow, lion bones taste really good.  If I get one more, it will be like a party."                

   He burped loudly.                                                                                                       

   The lion got scared now.  He thought, 'this dog hunts lions, I should save my life and run.'  And the lion ran away from

   there quickly.                                                                                                          

   A monkey sitting on a tree was watching all this game.  He thought, this is a good chance to bring lion in confidence by

   telling him about this lie.                                                                                             

   The lion will become his friend and he wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.                                        

   He ran behind the lion.  The dog saw him running behind the lion and realized there was something goofy.                

   The monkey told everything to the lion how the dog befooled him.  The lion roared loudly.                               

   He told the monkey to ride on his back and headed to the dog quickly.                                                   

   The dog was very clever.  He once again sat facing his back towards the lion and started speaking loudly,               

   "This monkey has taken a long time.  It has been an hour and he can't even trick one more lion!"   

Moral:  With proper attitude, you can overcome any obstacle. 

Life is about Correcting mistakes

Priya married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party,
Priya's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.
With Rs.1000 deposit amount.
Mother: 'Priya, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage
life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new
life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The
more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the
first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back
after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'
Priya shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it
was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be
made.
 
 
This was what they did after certain time:

- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage
- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Priya
- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali
- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Priya got pregnant
- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted

..... and so on...
 
However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial
things. They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the
most nasty people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical
nowadays, huh?
 
One day Priya talked to her Mother:
'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how
I decided to marry this guy!!!'
Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you
really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the
saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and
spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'
 
Priya thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue
and planning to cancel the account.
While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked,
and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and
happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She
left and went home.
 
When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend
the money before getting divorce.
The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Priya. She found a new
deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice
how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness
you've brought me.'
They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.
 
Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not
ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru
all the good years in their life.
 
 
"When you fall, in any way,

 

Don't see the place where you fell, Instead see the place from

Where You slipped.

 

Life is about correcting mistakes." 

Presence of mind helps. Never panic ! ! !

 
In a shop, a man asked for 1/2 kg of butter. The salesperson(a young boy) said," Only 1kg packs were available in the shop."

But the man insisted on buying only 1/2 kg. So the boy went inside to the manager's room and said ,"An idiot outside wants to buy only 1/2 kg of butter". To his surprise, the customer was standing behind him. and so the boy added immediately, "And this gentleman wants to buy the other half!!!!!!".

After the customer left, the manager said to  the young boy, "You have saved your position by being clever enough at the right time. Where do you come from?" To this the boy said, "I come from Mexico . The place consists of only prostitutes and football players!!!!!"

The manager replied coldly, "My wife is also from Mexico." To this the boy asked excitedly, "Oh yeah? Which team does she play for?"

Moral: Presence of mind helps. Never panic ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Problem may not be with the other one as we always think

A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought
she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called
the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a
simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better
idea about her hearing loss.
Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her,
and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not,
go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."
That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the
den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens."
Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?"
No response.
So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife
and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?"
Still no response.
Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife
and asks, Honey, what's for dinner?"
Again he gets no response so,
He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for
dinner?"
Again there is no response.
So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?"
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"James, for the FIFTH time I've said, CHICKEN!"

Moral of the story: The problem may not be with the other one as we always think,could be very much within us..!

You Will Know What Is Better When It Comes To Earninng Money

Tomato Story

A Jobless man applied for the position of 'office boy' at Microsoft.
The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test.
'You are employed' he said.  Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as date when  you may start.
The man replied 'But I don't have a computer, neither an email'.

'I'm sorry', said the HR manager. If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job.'
The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10Kg tomato crate.
He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours,
he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation three times, and returned home with $60.
The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled everyday.
Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.
5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US
He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance.
He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan.
When the conversation was concluded the broker asked him his email.
The man replied,'I don't have an email.'
The broker answered curiously, 'You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an e mail?!!' The man thought for a while and replied, 'Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!'
Moral of the story

Moral 1
Internet is not the solution to your life.
Moral 2  
If you don't have Internet, but work hard, you can be a millionaire.
Moral 3
If you received this message by email,
you are closer to being an office boy/girl, than a millionaire..........