Thursday, September 17, 2015

Amid the Sea of People

In December, 2014 I was a first timer at the Airports of the world and that too, a loner :)

My first ever flight that was a long haul from New Delhi(India) via Heathrow(UK) to San Francisco(US) ended up being a 22 hour journey!

The lesser amount of time and additional 5 hours of layover at Heathrow while returning (FYI).

Well, throughout my stay at the airports and observing eyes and Curious-George attitude I collected enough time to think and view that enormous sea of People which was present there ALWAYS waving, chattering, humming, raising eyebrows, mailing, yawning and smiling!

I could see every different yet similar face present on the Earth at that particular airport of Heathrow. The only thing I could feel was how God made everyone and then their DNA replicas and then theirs?

There was not a single moment when I never wondered why humans were so good at travelling? Was it because of our hunter-gatherer yet moving past as cavemen? Or its just another tendency of human nature, to never stop for a single day?

And I mostly liked that combined attitude of people esp. when they are at airports that they are so courteous and humble. Another point that amazed me! Was there love of belonging to each other, overwhelmed like me to see so many people at once or was it just plain fear to not be rude to our likes? Or was it because we were all lonely in the crowd?

The courteousness of fellow travellers from lifting/carrying my hand carrier through escalators (as I had a non-wheeled 8 Kg cabin bag moreover I looked exhausted) or just plain funny chit chats about flight delays as well as sharing seats and paces at airport kiosks.

Remembering the chats, I bartered a brownie for a plain bagel with an 11 year old Australian girl who sat with her mother, and we talked for about 2 hours. And she kept telling me about the last christmas's presents she gave and received from her family and one Dave?

Next, the airports are so full of Duty-free shops and mall-like buzz. That gives such "places of anxiety" a calm feeling where we can smile at the glitter and prices of stuff :) I liked the presence of Toy shops, PERFUMES and plain fragrance shops, and wondered why Liquor shops's salesmen were unhappy at every airport?

After viewing people cashing up, I reckon Airports are "currency magnets". So much currency travels through them, it's like a hub of every currency.

And Lastly the so-many eating joints at one place, each next to each, tasting better than the previous one. Though I am a scared eater, I got suggestions from fellow travellers about what I wanted to eat and which joint serves better taste.

I took chances to eat Lebanese veg-wraps at Comptoir Libanais, had my coffee & brownie (same I bartered) at Apostrophe, Pizza at Strada, Baked Potatoes at Giraffe all at Heathrow (in 5 hours) !

Chocolate Salad at Firewood Cafe (SF Airport) and plain Coffee flavoured Ice cream at Haagen-Dazs (IGI Airport). All of these were suggested and tasted good.

All in all, I am amazed at human tendencies! 

IGI Airport, New Delhi

Monday, April 13, 2015

To Get Lost & found again

In 1998 when I just got in 6th grade and my sister in 11th grade (at 15 she skipped 1 class because she was awesome), our father thought to get us enrolled in a new and better school. 
Leaving behind all my favorite teachers and single good friend was not only painful journey but a cry of a child who never wanted to detach from his/her safe harbor. 

The formalities to get admission in a new school were not such a headache then and my parents always thought that it was as easy as 1-2-3 to make new friends and become a teacher's pet if you are good in their eyes. Since my sister gave them the impression of being confident, capable, responsible and intelligent and I was just 10% of the whole matter I knew I will do just average.

My first day in that enormous new school happened to be a week before the beginning of 2 long months (May and June) summer vacation. The 4 days passed equally okay nevertheless, monotonous. However, P.E. was the best. 
The 5th Day being a Friday was easy as a pie because all the teacher's were in good mood and nobody wanted to spoil the spirit of the vacations. To add to the frolic, our headmistress announced that the school is about to be closed at 11:30 am after the fifth period. 

Since I didn't know whether my sister knows (we used to walk together to home)  that our class was off at 11:30am and I will have to wait for her somewhere outside the school she can tell, so when she was off, we could walk together to home.
My intelligence made me rush to my sister's section on an altogether senior's floor and I had no idea that there were 6 sections of each grade and I forgot/got confused in which section my own sister studied?

I did not know it was off for every class while students gathered in hordes wished to reach the exits first, shoving away lots of little people like me. 

After rushing here and there berserk I lost the way to my own classroom where I had left my school bag and I was so anxious and nervous I forgot my own section!I didn't know which way was my class room and no body was helping me, I did not remember any face from my 4 day old class mates whom I never bothered to talk to. 

I figured out how the school appeared to my mind, I think It was made in the shape of letter or  H as there were crossing/intersection and there were four exits on each end point of the building. But on which end was I standing I just could not figure it out! 

I couldn't find the staff room and I was panicky. The whole school got emptied in minutes and there I was rushing corridor to corridor, holding back my tears, appearing brave, and running back and forth to find my sister maybe or my class room which ever was first!

No sign of any teacher or staff room could be seen, no student was hearing to me, everyone was cheering and calling out "Happy Holidays!" to each other, some said to me as well and ran off. How could I run out of school or say happy holidays when I am not happy specially when I did not know where the junior's exit was, I was not even near to my corridor or water cooler. Was I thirsty suddenly? Have I been crying? I was sweaty maybe!

I looked at my wrist watch it was 12:30 noon in a blink and I was still standing. But why? I think I was hearing a voice coming closer to me and was echoing. Some one was calling my name? Or maybe I didn't know until after an hour I could see my sister rushing to me and saying that all this time she was waiting for me in front of junior's exit and why wasn't I there? She asked repeatedly where did I go? Was I stuck in the children's toilet? Did some body lock me or tricked me? I was crying all through this time. I just could not utter a single word except that I was sweaty and crying and happy that my sister found me!  

I could not say anything but she kept asking me what happened and where was my school bag and I just said it's in the class. She asked me about the section as my name starts with a G so maybe I was about to be shifted in another section than the one I was admitted in, and that I didn't remember. We went to the part where the junior's area was from the high school part. I didn't get that how I ended up in high school part of the building when I was on the senior level?

We went to 6A then to 6B and then to 6C and there was my blue school bag waiting to be picked by me. My sister collected my stuff and shoved them into the bag and we moved out as the school appeared creepy to us. 

As soon as we got home, I made a promise that I won't say anything upsetting about getting lost in the school and that my sister was very fond of the new school but I can tell that I got lost today. But, as my father turned up in the evening from work and mother started to tell my day at school I cried as if I was abducted my creeps and ghosts.

I just cried and cried saying that I won't go to that school ever again and so my father promised me that at every cost he will move me back to my old school where I felt safe and happy.

This is what I felt when I got lost and found again. Has anybody been lost and found in an unlikely manner?

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

The Power of Spring!

The butterflies' fluttering away! The emerald greens have been stretched on grounds and new buds are showing us their blushed tints. 
Happy Spring to one and all :)

This is one poem I recited in my class when I was 11, though I did not understand its deep metaphors then, but now its another time! Enjoy it reading.

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and from moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.

~ Spring is like a perhaps hand by E. E. Cummings~

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Leaving Friends!

Many of my friends have vanished from my life
without even bidding me a decent goodbye
To some I was bold
and let them go
But some disappeared to a place I didn't know

Some got married and settled beyond my reach
They severed from me,
when I wasn't ready for the breach

Many of my friends walked out from my heart
Without checking back, was I cold and hard?
On a day too yellow and blue of a sky
Do they too remember me in a sober silent cry?

The hole dug in my heart is fresh and deep,
The memories of fun may ravish my sleep
Their laughter is a promise that I may keep
But their return won't help my bleeding weep!

I needed them most when I was broken
I waited for their words which were unspoken
Yes, most are gone and some more are going
Without giving a hope that they were always showing

They come, they stay and then they leave
They give me a reason too solid to believe
If love is a pain and friendship relief
When friends leave, why am I left in grief?

Many of my friends have vanished from my life
without even bidding me a decent goodbye
To some I was bold
and let them go
but some disappeared to a place I didn't know

~ Written by Naqvee
Dedicated to all my friends whom I dearly miss to this day! 

Monday, November 10, 2014

The time when Every ONE is busy!

After a long time of erratic schedules of work made me ponder upon a question so frequently searched on Google, How to Manage Time because I think that it's not only me, but for me too Everyone is busy!

Yesterday I kept talking to my mother about good olden days when everyone was so free that even my relatives would stay at our house for months altogether! How my neighbourhood children were my best friends and we would play daily for 4 hours straight every day after school, then do our homeworks, eat dinner and go to bed without any tantrum just to wake up and go to school the next day as school too, seemed fun!

Growing up is the best thing that happens because it gives you problems and you challenge your brain to find solutions. Now as I have grown up, I find how everyone and not only me has become so entangled in our lives that we give only a couple of minutes to each other. Neither I know what they went through and how they dealt with that nor they know about me. It's just a formality that we follow. How typical!

The only thing that worries me is why WE are not juggling our actions, our schedules, our work properly and consequently miss out so many times. We try to keep ourselves in rhythm but we fail even after trying hard. But could the blame for all this be put on the new working norms, increased professionalism, competitiveness or is it just our mismanagement?

Sometimes I just think is this because of the time mismanagement that has made all of crawl back into our shells and now we don't have anything to discuss openly about, as we know that we might have failed someone when they expected us to be there? Or is it truly because everyone is Busy into something that keeps them strapped back to their seats and restricts them to reach somewhere they must be?

What will be the future, when there will be no more care, need and formalities? Is Time Management so essential to keep our relationships ALIVE?

Monday, April 1, 2013

LAST year's NEW YEAR Resolutions AT LAST fulfilled

After one year, Almighty has bestowed his kindness upon me. Your prayers worked wonders :)
After writing my last post on March 6th, 2012 I felt the need to work towards the New Year Goals that I set for myself. Things got deranged and the effect came on my job. But everything with God's help got sorted out and in a strangely amusing way!! Read on.

I wanted a disease free year but unfortunately in later March I got my pelvic lymph nodes swollen like marbles which were accompanied by high fever at night and severe coughing. My state became so severe that I felt difficulty in walking. When the doc advised me for a Tuberculosis test I felt wrecked. My throat was so sore that even when I tried to talk, people listening to me could feel that something really bad is going on. My Mantoux Test (skin test for TB) came positive. I was absolutely wrecked. Then God intervened..... My later tests like  blood test, sputum test and chest x-ray showed no signs of any severity. Everything was normal. So the doc opined that the Skin test for TB was positive due to previous BCG vaccination. They treated the swollen nodes with medications and by April end I was Hale and Hearty. My 1st resolution threw my off track but I determined to not get sick for another whole year counting from March 2012 to March 2013.

Though I was quite good yet, medications and recovery caused stress and somewhere it got reflected on my job. I wasn't able to achieve the told targets of an editor and was continuously loosing in some invisible career race.

Thus in July, I did double job to maintain my sanity. I worked part time in a law firm and side by side freelanced for my old law publishing house. I worked like this because the work load of being an attorney was far less from being a law editor where we have daily tasks lined up on desk ... daily!!!  When I was able to gather up some Money. God fulfilled my 2nd New year Resolution :
Got a better phone.. a Windows smart phone. YAY :)

My 2nd resolution was fulfilled again, when I started enjoying thick paychecks.
My 3rd resolution was fulfilled by papa when we got a good flat screen TV (t'was a secret as how we got it.. but we are just enjoying it.)

My vacations-resolution has not yet fulfilled so, I am looking forward to this year. But I went flab free, pimple free and actually disease free all year long!! I tried to sleep early and work out, all that helped in bringing the refreshed side of my creativity and then I looked for new opportunities.

This year... so far as I believe.. God bestowed his kindness. He gave me what I needed most.. Since being an attorney is boring I needed a good opportunity where I could put my writing skills to work. "You ask from God .. you Get from God"

I dropped my double jobs this year when I got a nice but strange opportunity to co-author a CLAT cracking book (Common Law Admission Test - its similar to LSAT, Law School Admission Test). This week the book will be available in book stores. So here I say.. Thanks to God for being with me. Everything happens when almighty desires but we must never loose our faith!

It feels great :) Looking forward to share more good posts with all of my loving buddies, your prayers for me, got answered.
But.. more needed please :D


Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Picture Perfect

At times, I wonder what pictures meant in the past?

This question popped in my mind when I was seeing a slide show of my digital pictures. I nearly spent a whole day looking good but just got few "good looking pics".

I wondered How quick the photo taking process has become.. click it .. dont like it.. delete it.. click another.. dont like.. delete it.. after few more bad clicks.. battery down..  :(

I compared my digital pictures with the hand held photo albums where one has to turn the pages one-by-one stopping few seconds or more (i stare the picture for a minute) and seeing the "perfect" toothless smile when you were really "a babe" and a freckle less, frown less, wrinkle less picture of when you were 11 and a glowing skin (with no visible zits and acne) when you were  13-14 and some out of focus pictures as cameras were just cameras then and not automatic focus, anti shake and exposure fixing machines.

When I was 10 and my sister 14-ish, we used to spend our monthly allowance on buying camera reels. Its about the year 1997 and life was REELY simple and we started feeling being " new grown ups" as we bought our personal camera. We used to dress up and then one after another we used to click photos in various poses. Wow.  The reel had space for 32 photos so we used to make it sure that we don't end the film by clicking pictures in dark, or in over exposure and the ULTIMATE AIM WAS TO CAPTURE OUR GOOD LOOKS in different attires :) we were and are still a pair of funny sisters who never threw tantrums! So we would spend a lot of time without creating much fuss in getting the best out of each other in those pictures.

When we finished our 32 picture slab, we used to give the film for getting it developed at the photo developing shops and eagerly waited for the next evening when we will get our pictures in hand!

After getting the pictures in our hand, we used to hurriedly see the pictures, flipping them really fast in order to check if any picture was wasted by us? Every time 2 or 3 pics were shaken or hazy so we would say.. Oh I really look good even in the shaky/hazy/blurred/out-of-focus picture! At home we would orderly arrange the pictures in the album and show it to our friends as a pass time :)

This exercise was repeated even when the cousins used to come home for vacations, we would go for clicking the pictures outdoors and posting them theirs at their addresses when they were gone.

Now I have seen that people have the tendency of clicking meaningless pictures, there are people who want to take public opinion about their nail polish color whether it suits them or not? I know a girl who clicked a picture of her manicured hand that had nail art over it and to me that looked really a wastage of battery, if not film!

Pictures were taken then to keep the joys and progress of the family in tact on the paper. To keep the smiles on and not to showcase five colored fingers! We never took public opinions on how we looked as we were just natural and the wait for the photos to come in hand.. made every photo precious. .. but today I feel I should be appreciated in my photos.. for what.. for doing the most difficult task... choosing which photos to show where I look okay.  Leave aside Perfection.. Now it can never be achieved.

To achieve that perfection in photos is not possible now.. not atleast with the DigiCam in hand for me.


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