Weak Memories fade away easily..
Vague is the memory of my maid's grand daughter , who was an year older to me..
Strong is the memory of the jealousy i had for her..
A broken slate with a triangular hole and a wooden frame made her happy and content ..
A new one and lots of colored chalk never even got me anywhere nearer..
I used to cry in silence with my box of chocolates
And all she had to offer me was a handful of Pebbles for they were precious to me than my chocolates..
Friday, June 27, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
A Love letter.. by Funny
Are you aware of the feelings you provoke in the deepest parts of my heart?Do you know that when i look at my reflection ,i see your face and not mine? Each day i am with you, i become more YOU. its as if you stretch yourself from wherever you are to wher i am like the ocean-- cool, vast and seemingly boundless..You engulf me wrapping me in all the love and care, one could never imagine and soothe my very being, rocking me like a wave at tide.
Did i tell you that my nights are no longer the dreaded hours, but anticipated moments of delight? How, i ask myself, can i look into your eyes and drown in the sensations of your love?
I wish to bask in the glory of your love and want you to be at my side in the journey of life ..
Yours Ever
I
Did i tell you that my nights are no longer the dreaded hours, but anticipated moments of delight? How, i ask myself, can i look into your eyes and drown in the sensations of your love?
I wish to bask in the glory of your love and want you to be at my side in the journey of life ..
Yours Ever
I
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Some Stanzas ,,
Its pouring outside..
Its smelling of jackfruits inside..
Jackfruit.. reminds me of my grand mother.. Rough from the outside and as sweet as elexir from the inside. Who would know how elexir tastes, when all you are left is with a bitter after taste of death??
The newly wed daughter of the home has returned, home..
For, her presence in her better half's house might harm her new parents..
Soon the full moon day will come. Then would be the time to rejoice.
Till then they would have to wait, for this is what is called Monsoon by many . We call it ashadh.
Its smelling of jackfruits inside..
Jackfruit.. reminds me of my grand mother.. Rough from the outside and as sweet as elexir from the inside. Who would know how elexir tastes, when all you are left is with a bitter after taste of death??
The newly wed daughter of the home has returned, home..
For, her presence in her better half's house might harm her new parents..
Soon the full moon day will come. Then would be the time to rejoice.
Till then they would have to wait, for this is what is called Monsoon by many . We call it ashadh.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
A training session.. QUALITY.. Funny's ramblings
A bugs-bunnyIed guy walked in saying that he is going to take me(us) through the training module for the ISO certification/Benchmarking processes.With his funny looks and his spontaneous ability to speak in fits and bursts, he made me take time to understand what he was trying to make a room filled with hyper-interested , noise making crowd to understand the nuances of Quality. The first hiccup came when he ASS-U-ME-d that all the people had attended/undergone the ISO 27001 training sessions and started rattling off terms like DR and BCP.Who on earth would know what a DR is, if u walked in straight from the parking lot thinking about masala dosa and madonna..
He was an absolute drag with his weird accent which he was trying hard to sound neutral and the over use of "Purrfecct!!"s.. All his words were in a peculiar manner, very different from any of the accents i have known till date. Took me 6 full hours juist to comprehend what he was saying and why.
The funniest part in this whole gamut is that he simply failed to understand what my answers were. And the reason? He didnot understand the way i spoke or the meaning of what i spoke. Imagine him wearing a white shirt(He has a penchantfor white shirts or i think he had only one shirt which he kept wearing the entire week... eeeks),telling me that my answer is wrong and appreciating the next guy who paraphrases my answer. how annoying can that get when you are subjected to it for every Q n A session...
After the session ended, i find that he was the best trainer available and my company had to wait for him to get an appointment. May be he is good at what he does, but he seriously needs a re-work on his accent and English. And at generalising.
He was an absolute drag with his weird accent which he was trying hard to sound neutral and the over use of "Purrfecct!!"s.. All his words were in a peculiar manner, very different from any of the accents i have known till date. Took me 6 full hours juist to comprehend what he was saying and why.
The funniest part in this whole gamut is that he simply failed to understand what my answers were. And the reason? He didnot understand the way i spoke or the meaning of what i spoke. Imagine him wearing a white shirt(He has a penchantfor white shirts or i think he had only one shirt which he kept wearing the entire week... eeeks),telling me that my answer is wrong and appreciating the next guy who paraphrases my answer. how annoying can that get when you are subjected to it for every Q n A session...
After the session ended, i find that he was the best trainer available and my company had to wait for him to get an appointment. May be he is good at what he does, but he seriously needs a re-work on his accent and English. And at generalising.
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