It had been ages since i met her.The last time we met she was confident,bubbly,never minced words and had a glow on her face which characterised her personality.Today there was something about her which ripped an absyss in my heart.A feeble smile ,a certain hostility worried me.We struck conversation over a cup of coffee....
"Yaar..me really tensed and stressed out these days"
I was anticipating this...
"Ya felt so..what happened..lemme know" I said to put her at ease...
"Tell me...."
With a long face she began.....
"Over the last few days ther's a huge fuss at my place regarding my further studies..an MBA or MS. I am all agog for MBA but people are like 'you have done engineering so go ahead for MS' 24*7 I think the same..I firmly believe in my intuitions....just asked my inner voice to guide me..that same night i dreamt of clearing my visa...a visit to my uncle's place the next day added to my woes....he thrust upon me a problem to test my skills..."beta,u continue whatever u have been doing for the past few years" pat was the reply after goin through my answer....I was reminded of Paulo Coelho's ''Alchemist"....'When you want something the universe conspires for you'..so is it like something is guiding me...showing me my way...will destiny shape me or will I shape it up...what decides course of life??? is everything written before or will I be mending my future..how can i even think of an MS when I am technically ignorant...about many aspects???"
"Are you listening?"
"Ya" i croaked
"What should I do ...tell me..i dont want to waste my life behind something that's never gonna work ..which means should i follow my intution?"..."Tell me yaar"...she looked away in agony.
I was gasping for words...."Well....umm...I think...u should.....................
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
MUMBAI LOCAL
Engineering has taught me enough.....
During the very first days in RAIT when i hadn't shifted to the hostel i was subjected to the torture of Mumbai Local..it was but for once, never again did i complaint..my route was CST-Nerul...a one hour journey straight.Getting to CST from Colaba to be in time for a 7:50 train itself would drain me ... the endless queue would burn out the last nutrient of my breakfast.My learning process began...
Commuting in Mumbai falls into 2 categories for women.
First class travel involves neat,minuscule compartments with well dressed women bearing a plastic smile buried deep into glossy magazines.
Second class... where i laid my foot..apart from other women my companions were eunuchs,beggars,fish vendors and little boys as ear-clip-hanky sellers.There is so much of action,drama,colour in second class travel and one can learn so many lessons on the way.Lessons in time management from working women shelling peas on their way back so as to start cooking immediately after reaching home,architect students balancing their equipments on the paper laid out on their laps to finish the assignment to be in time for their submissions....Athletic skills can be honed by hopping into a moving train and securing a window seat beating others with similar intentions..A millionth of a second is required to cut open a bag and things are passed from one end to the other demonstrating team spirit .....A never say die Mumbaiyya spirit is seen when a garam batawada is shared by friends and young girls trying to accomodate the elderly women....the fluency and speed with which people converse in marathi always kept me glued...the air smells of sweat,perfume,macchi. There are lessons in Psychology,Geography,Management skills and Physical Education all in a 1 hour journey...the local smoothly progresses but the lives of those commuting in it are just bumpy...millions of people,millions of lives,millions of problems all are held behind the faces in the local..travel broadens the mind but commuting in Mumbai offers an all round education....
The one who hasn't had the experience of Mumbai local is really missing out on something great....
During the very first days in RAIT when i hadn't shifted to the hostel i was subjected to the torture of Mumbai Local..it was but for once, never again did i complaint..my route was CST-Nerul...a one hour journey straight.Getting to CST from Colaba to be in time for a 7:50 train itself would drain me ... the endless queue would burn out the last nutrient of my breakfast.My learning process began...
Commuting in Mumbai falls into 2 categories for women.
First class travel involves neat,minuscule compartments with well dressed women bearing a plastic smile buried deep into glossy magazines.
Second class... where i laid my foot..apart from other women my companions were eunuchs,beggars,fish vendors and little boys as ear-clip-hanky sellers.There is so much of action,drama,colour in second class travel and one can learn so many lessons on the way.Lessons in time management from working women shelling peas on their way back so as to start cooking immediately after reaching home,architect students balancing their equipments on the paper laid out on their laps to finish the assignment to be in time for their submissions....Athletic skills can be honed by hopping into a moving train and securing a window seat beating others with similar intentions..A millionth of a second is required to cut open a bag and things are passed from one end to the other demonstrating team spirit .....A never say die Mumbaiyya spirit is seen when a garam batawada is shared by friends and young girls trying to accomodate the elderly women....the fluency and speed with which people converse in marathi always kept me glued...the air smells of sweat,perfume,macchi. There are lessons in Psychology,Geography,Management skills and Physical Education all in a 1 hour journey...the local smoothly progresses but the lives of those commuting in it are just bumpy...millions of people,millions of lives,millions of problems all are held behind the faces in the local..travel broadens the mind but commuting in Mumbai offers an all round education....
The one who hasn't had the experience of Mumbai local is really missing out on something great....
Friday, July 13, 2007
JUS A START...
With due respect to all those into the blogging business and the person who inspired me my brother i take the plunge...
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