The Nokia Care Experience

A few months back I had visited the NCC....umm.....hey wait a sec....don't start getting the patriotic feelings.Its the NOKIA CARE CENTRE, Gandhinagar.With a defunct phone in hand,a fagged out mind and a nettled expression I had reached their....the reason was my conversations had become public.People around me could know that my brother was calling me fatty and my mother's protracted recommendations to have papaya each day and the importance of milk in every human's life.Basically,I had a phone with loudspeaker mode functional and handset mode...umm...not functional.

To exacerbate my twinges the staff asked me to take my shoes off,then the girl who had to attend me had dozens of calls to attend ...shes was a busy lady...working their just for charity i guess...and yes gujarati gossip rocked the place.

I was so much heated up that you could actually make an egg on my head with a cosy cup of coffee.When I opened my mouth all kinds of theories on cultural differences,tolerance,customer satisfaction,after sales services and I even asked them does Nokia really Cares???They gaped at me.

I got my phone back the very next day all in order but the destiny loves playing games.With almighty's choice today I had to visit the same 'House of Horror' facing the same glitch in the very same handset.You won't be believe what I am going to share with you now because even my sensory organs told me not to believe what I was witnessing.It was a crème de la crème of an experience.The staff was pleasant,the ambiance was comforting and the place softly said why do you worry when we are there.I was even asked to write a testimonial on their main board .

I learnt something today.Its not how much of a monolithic a brand is and not even the amount of square feet it's outlets covers but how a human interacts with another and how much we really want to improve after accepting our mistakes with dignity.When we let our egos part with us we reach another level of humanity.They were glad to serve me and I was glad to appreciate them and together we were making a positive outlook towards ways of life.

PS:NOKIA does care....

Sea of Life

Love or Lovelorn......

Sand or the Pearls.......

Shark or the Danios......

Blue or the Green...

Still or Turmoil

Its an open sea .....its who you choose to be....

And then we all are the same....

But its the journey which makes it special till the last vessel...

It was death that killed you or life........

Goes Deep on Top

Life is a complete illusion ; a victim of our own imagination or a perpetual essence....

When the oculi closes I am the Baron and I am the Rove.....When the eyes open all so in vain

Which one to live for and which one to cease for ??

If time is a delusion then why the co-co goes tik-toc-tik....and I am the Mother or the Child?

Ah!! the coffee goes cold and you miss the flight and may kiss my bride.....who knows where the real dwells in the fallacy .....the verity may itself be a misconception

Either we never had choices or we always had choices....I created my own world or I was put in a world....I have to decide how I perceive my life

PS:I guess I should sleep now......

Still

I am still lying in your arms

Your breath is still in my Hair

Those hands are still rubbing my cold nose

And we are still so close

We are still giggling together

Taking those walks in the gloam

You are still watching me deep

And I am in my dreams

I am still the silly girl making you laugh

And you are still the boy driving us far

We are still in the light then when came the night

The wrong so turned right

If this still could become still

Maybe life wouldn't have moved on

And here the wise say

Love may be a delusion but the pain is real

Mirror Mirror on the Wall....

The beautiful race that bears life and endless secrets within, who keeps her family happy with her culinary skills and her boss with her encephala, yes its a woman.

It is the innate desire of every woman to look beautiful and complimented by the coterie.To always be in vogue is the key which most of us feel. Fashion is the word very close to the heart of every woman but most of the time it is misinterpreted. All of us have the fantasy to appear like the celebrities catching up with the same dressing and coiffure but this is where the cataclysm happens.

Our bodies are not mannequins, we need to understand its contour and select the right kind of silhouette accordingly. Wearing an off-shoulder or a backless won’t win you accolades. Even wearing the labels are not an eye catcher. The yen to wear something just because it looks good on someone else and is inn doesn’t help us in glorifying our persona. Whatever we wear must show the refulgence on our face and a mind out of any qualms.

Discovering the Aphrodite within us is very important. The very ‘I’ needs to be heard to discover our own self which very well lies in simplicity. Simplicity never becomes a fad and is eternal .Just believe in our self with complete aplomb and each one of us are the Helen of Troy.

Good Girl Unveiled

Homework on time...milk glass bottoms up...sleeping at 9 and all my Humpty Dumpty and Baba black sheeps conned...simple imperatives to be a good girl.

The kindergarten was now in senior high and more adjectives were required to be check listed to be that coveted good girl.Had to score a 90 percent and above(the brilliant lot),genteel in public and carry the anorak look with grace.

Went to college and parents with their eyes full of concern and expectations left me in the new cosmos.This was my "Ranbhoomi"(battleground)...I was the King and I was the slave.Hardly slumbered on time,loved to be a backbencher and bunking a class to go for a movie was such a therapy.Wore according to my mood and ate for my temptations.Had i become icky???I wasn't being rebellious nor it was some vagaries i would say it was just accretion to my persona.

As a sophomore with my thinking cap on I ruminated and my search for the "girl good " in me ended.I realized this good girl need not always be abode before the gloam,not always be 'comme il faut'....she just needs to be sensitive to her surrounding and truthful to her scruples.

Diary of Woman of the Street

My vulva is new to this salacity...and my soul burns with each coitus.Unseasoned I was and a sudden whirlwind brought all seasons of my life to an end.Some bad people brought me to this bad world and then I lost the right to be called good, their a tainted figure I was.

Do i have a choice to say no....can i say please wear a condom becuse precaution is good.Do i have right to live like a human or was i born to be animaled.

My democratic country has myriad laws ...but i m unable to access the most basic ones becuase my complete existence is illegitimate.Am I just a device for pleasure?

I dont enjoy when my children are ostrasized and people yell at them.I m scared of the day my kids would become orphans as AIDS is a menace among us.

My home is no Mahatma Gandhi Marg or Bhagat Sight Chowk but a Red Light Street where Red doesn't mean Love.

Life...Love...etc

That finger which I clasped so tightly,the lap in which in I slept with such equanimity.Her flowing saree and his pricking whiskers on my cheeks told me I was in my haven.These people loved me knowing my petulant nature and my capacity of recalcitration.These people are called parents.That time trepidation was no word for this feather-bedded child.

Growing up , had different stories.Adolescence was teaching how to make friends and things were crystal clear that people will like you (love becomes obscure) when you qualify certain norms set by them you may be part of their coterie.As small world was swelling up things were getting more convoluted.The gentle love was becoming a scarce element in life.

As a young lady I got familiar with words like infidelity,insecurity, coquette-ism,mistrust,this new alien world was scary for this little girl who new only unfeigned nature of love.People were in relations just for the pulchritude appeal of it which had little tolerance.We moved from one person to another for that insatiable hunger for love.In this saga some became phlegmatic,some compromised on their definitions of love and some got their soul mates.

This makes this macrocosm filled with more questions and less answers.I ponder its the the first time i felt the bliss of love or the second or maybe it was never true or it is yet to come and hence making only the moment a reality.

Enable to Ennoble

The International Transparency Perception Index brings to our notice that more than 50% of the people had firsthand experience of paying bribe or peddling influence to get a job done in a public office. The Washington Post reported that nearly a fourth of the 540 Indian Parliament members faced criminal charges, "including human trafficking, rape, embezzlement and even murder”. Prurient men masturbate in the presence of young girls. We just don't itch from our seats if a senior denizen needs rest, we let the taps running and the banana peels on the road. Be it in the corporate circle, among politicians or the stupid common man, sordidness prevails.

Most of the people who are involved in these acts are literates then what happens to our salubrious mind. What happens to our sound intellect? Students compete with such toil for their entrance exams be it for engineering, medical, management or the civil services, put in so much of effort during the years of pedagogy. I would like to oppugn here because the reality flummoxes me, as at the end they join the same league. Maybe our moral science lessons where much fruitful and imbibing in the junior classes which told us the importance of truth, generosity and tolerance. When our parents put in so much effort through those bed time stories just to make it clear that how good it was to be good. ‘Character’, yes they were all trying to build our character.

Gandhiji himself believed that literary education is of no value if it is not able to build a sound character.

Why do we need Anti-Corruption Bureau and various other disciplinary committees? We can work better with human acts rather than multitudinous legislative acts.Chalres Darwin did talk of survival of the fittest but was he really talking in respect to the blasphemous acts which we get involved in against the humanity just for the sake our otiose egos.

Let’s just go deep inside just to check what is it that makes us blind? If you get an answer do join hands in the Character Literacy to make an inviolable and ennobling Nation.

That Small Little Ehsaas

We are happy ...aren't we ?? We have all the comforts,a good job or a brilliant academics ,in a nutshell life is free of lacuna and is a dulcet but do these things keep us filled with rapture.

May be but then what about those 'Besan ke Ladoos' that come from home and cheer us more than that continental platter,in the office you get a call from your loved one expressing how much they miss you.Doesn't that day becomes more special?In that strange city where you got a job and its your birthday and you are expecting nothing and suddenly your friends turn up to surprise you,don't you get that feeling ..hey i m not that bad!!.. people love me.You are sick and you have an exam the next day but your roommate wakes up the whole night and tells you funny tales and you sleep in her lap just because you don't feel lonely in that hostel room.Why does she do that?May be we have that human side in us which gets sick of that nonsense competition and running that meaningless race and just wants to love.Shruti somehow I remember you while writing this and you got my Kohl eyes smudgy.

Yes life is comfortable with commodities but its not what makes it up.Don't you think life becomes worth living when you have that small little 'Ehsaas' with you....think over it...and please no chicanery.

The Six Feet Stranger

Its not always that people want to hurt us,sometimes they are struggling with their own reasons.

Just give them space and look at them with those understanding eyes which they are looking for in their state of pandemonium.Yes and it helps .....

It helped me when I met this gentleman who just bumped into my life from nowhere.I was running from myself into another mire when he with a selfless smile moved towards me.

You must be thinking why this girl wanted to listen to this stranger.Yes it was difficult even for me to figure out for a while but his peaceful confident loneliness had a charm on me.

He looked into my eyes and said just smile back at life and see how beautiful it is.Just find the positive in you and and you will find yourself. Interestingly i did show resistance.

He never forced me on anything but yes he helped me in removing the mist from the tainted glasses for a pellucid view.Maybe nobody can tell us what to do, it just has to come from within as who can know us better than ourselves.

Life is strange,juicy ,sometimes fills you with rancor and sometimes it lets you giggle like a baby but what remains important is ourselves and those beautiful people who come into your life not for a particular reason but just to share your pain and happiness.

PS:Thank you Rohit for being that Stanger in my life

The Green Chutney & Kajol

We started on a terse note and progressed even more acrimoniously.Whenever I remember my fourth grade you come to my mind instantly.All the sultry summers and the foggy winters shared together never went impasse.

Although slowly but yes it happened that the Gordian knot opened .We became friends and started spending good time.We were waiting to enjoy the monsoons together but alas dad got a transfer and our family moved to a new place.The age was so tender that the real emotions never got words.We had never realized that a day would actually come when we will say I will miss you to each other.In the train i was so quiet as if something was wrong.Today i know what was wrong.I wanted to stay back and cherish some more beatitude moments.

So many years have passed ,a myriad faces met but the feeling to meet up and share those childhood moments never dies. I will always remember you as the one who got my taste-buds on the Green Chutney, which i never used to try because my world revolved around tomato ketchup.You made me realize such a fine actress Kajol is as i never used to think beyond Preety & Rani.All these things form a very small part of our lives but sometimes these small incidents say a lot as after that my way of thinking changed.I started trying new things and bigotry took a back seat.An eye for better judgement came.

I don't know where you are but your friend remembers you and thanks you every Sunday morning when she enjoys her samosas with The Green Chutney..........

PS:My first blog is for you Karthik Jerome