Saturday, September 29, 2012

Metro Diaries...





Anyone who has been living in Delhi for quite some time will have so much to share about 'MERA METRO'. And why not? Metro is a one-word wonder. It not only provides you with fast connectivity, comfort and relief from Traffic Jams, but also gives you the opportunities to explore a plethora of emotions in yourself.

I have been acting out my experiences of Metro in front of my friends a lot lately. Every time I would tell them something related to Metro, they would in-turn advise me to write a Blog about it. I have been shirking the thought for so long. But, hey! what the heck! Let me give it a shot anyway. After all, I call myself a writer... :)

Here it goes:

It's called Competition buddy!

Yeah! So, it all starts from the moment you get down from your Public Conveyance (or after parking your Vehicle in the parking lot) at the Metro Station. It's morning time and you are getting late for a scary weekly review at office, a much-awaited performance appraisal, an exciting date with someone special, a boring lecture, or a spicy gossip session with your friends in college canteen. So, you see, each one of us has an important agenda to achieve, and we have to make it in time.

Now, with all these thoughts, we reach the station. We gotta reach the ticket counter now to go-pass the Security Checks, and then reach the platforms. To reach the security checks, almost each one of us takes the elevator. But hey! I can't tolerate the fact that the one standing in front of me will reach before, so I gotta run on an escalator, leave everyone behind me and reach the Security Check first. That's the first stage of Competition... Running on an Escalator! Really?! If you want to just run and reach fast, why not take stairs?


Let's run all the way

You have crossed the Elevator Hurdle. Now, it's time for the second one -Who will reach the Security Check fast? The distance from the Elevator's last step to the queue to the Security is often covered by Running... Everyone is running at their fastest speed possible. And believe you me (:) ;)), for some of them, apparently, that's the only chance to exercise (And I said, I don't mock). Everyone is running to reach the queue fast and as much closer as you are to the queue, as much energy you use to reach there faster.
It's like reaching out for that last piece of Pizza where all your friends are trying for it and only one will get to take it... Of course, that last pizza is the first spot in the queue here.

You go-pass the security check and you keep your stuff under the scanner.. You might be the last one of your queue to keep your stuff on the rotator of the Scanner. However, you have to and you have to reach the other end of the rotator before everyone else thinking that there might be some magic happening in between due to which your bag though enters last, comes out first.

Push! Shove! Kick!

And last but really not the least, the show of competition and agility of body and mind at Platforms. As soon as Metro comes, it's a choc-a-block with creatures like people around the metro entrance area. You are either shoving or getting shoved/ pushing or getting pushed/ abusing or getting abused.. Nobody knows if his/her neighbor wants to get down or get in. 
Everyone has to either take a seat for themselves (if it's the first station), take the spot near the pole, or just stuff themselves in the metro even if there is no room available. Nobody gives a shit about the metro door not getting closed because there are people hanging half in, half out at that very spot.

It's a competition. And you feel like a winner if you have left someone behind on the escalator, outrun someone in reaching the queue, shoved someone away to take a seat inside the metro or succeeded in stuffing yourself inside the metro in spite of no space available...And with this sense of achievement (Courtesy: Metro), you start your day... :)

Have a good day...

Love
Yamini

Friday, July 27, 2012

Lost in Reverie...






I look back and realise
Gone is the time when
I knew every day by date
And by the day of the week.

I look ahead and sense
Approaching is the time when
I will need Calendars to
Keep the dates and days of the week.

I take a moment and understand
That now is no time
To reminisce or to prognosticate
It is the time to live, learn and laugh.


 Love
Yamini

Monday, June 11, 2012

S/he is like me, and does like me.



"Oye, uske saath na meri frquency match hoti hai", 

"Yaar, wo meri har baat samjh jati hai, muje bolne ki jaroorat hi nahin padti.",

Do you have any such friends? Or do you know any such person with whom your frequency matches?

Well, I do.

There are times when you keep on explaining things to someone, and S/ he just doesn't understand. You do what all it takes, and do even some more, but that person never understands. On the other hand, there exist people (as well) who catch on to what you are about to say, and say it before you can. You go to them to ask something, and only by the looks on your face, they will know what it is, and answer you even before you ask the question.

In a world where everyone stresses on the 'UNIQUE FACTOR' of one's personality. In a world where everyone claims to be different. In a world where they say, "Opposites attract." It feels great to meet people who think, speak, and act like you, and like you as well. :) :) :)

Love
Yamini

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Yeah..It's a matter of Perception and Presentation...



A few days back, I got the chance to attend an International Conference on Psychology and I got the opportunity to listen to some master minds and brilliant ideas..

One such idea was of a world-famous photographer who displayed some of his work along with that of  some great photographers.. He talked about Perception. Some of the pictures that he showed on  a projector before an audience of 70plus people of which approx. 60 were women, could qualify as objectionable. The pictures displayed the sexual behavior of human beings from all possible angles -  gay relationships..lesbian affairs..nude pictures of women, men, girls..every phase of the life-cycle of a women was captured nude and raw, and was displayed in the form of a picture on the projector..

My initial reaction was not very favorable, but with every next picture, I could somehow feel and see  the message that the photographer tried to convey.. I could see the beauty in all the pictures.. The stories of love..the episodes of emotions..the oceans of feelings..the misery and the joys of life.. and I wasn't the only one..With me, every single person in the hall, was spellbound, and looked at those pictures in utter enticement...

I know, my words haven't explained anything about the out-of-the-world experience that the string of those photographs provided, but let me tell you that it was a soul-stirring yet puzzling journey of art for each one of us...

The pictures that looked vulgar, obscene to me at first did seem abstract captures of nature's beautiful creations in the end..

Pictures remained the same, but perceptions changed within a fraction of seconds..

What remained were unexplained reasons..untold stories.. and only pictures worth a thousand words..






Monday, November 7, 2011

Books - Vicariously real experiences



Colorful pictures and huge alphabets - that was my first book. The book that made me learn A, B, C, D....Little did I know that it was just the beginning. I never knew that I will develop a habit of book reading given the fact that I have spent all  my childhood and teenage years in front of "Idiot Box". :)

So, the story is:

Once upon a time there used to be a girl who was crazy after Television. She could watch anything on TV. And she could do that for hours altogether. On one of her birthdays, she was given a herd of kids magazines - Chandamama, Champak, Tinkle Digest, Nandan etc. At first, reading that library looked impossible. Still, she gained courage to achieve that insurmountable task, and it took her weeks to actually begin reading them. She found them boring, but thanks to the long power cuts that happen in Delhi NCR that the girl had to look out for entertainment alternatives. And this led to the habit of reading books. Slowly and gradually, she started liking stories.. 

Victory of Good over Bad.. 
Stories of  Hamid buying a chimta for her grandma
The greedy businessman who kills the hen to get all gold eggs at once
The honest woodcutter who is awarded all gold, silver and iron axes from the god for the display of his honest character

Stories infused energy, optimism, hope, and excitement in her life. She dreamt big.. She developed a strange belief that true efforts don't go in vain - that hard work always pays - that honesty is a virtue. And these beliefs are so deeply rooted in her that no matter how bad things go, she bounces back.. She lives with a hope that things always end well. She believes in the 'happily ever afters'.. :)

Well..We all know who this girl is.. And the story might give the impression that we should read books because they bring out the best in us.. Well..undoubtedly they do.. But that's not the whole sole point.. Books are an altogether different world..Virtual yet real..Be it the 'Malgudi days' where everyday a different incident happens among characters from real-life or be it the ' Who moved my cheese' which advocates the philosophy of changing with the change..
Books reinforce things... 
They sometimes bring back memories while sometimes they give you the hope for the new ones..

It's a huge ocean out there where there are shells, marbles, stones, fish, pebbles and what not.. Every little thing is different and magnificent in its own sense. Every little thing makes you aware/ familiar of different aspects of life..A mere thought of the tough life that the little girl - Anne Frank lived  in Germany gives me goosebumps..Years ago, that kid did things that we adults can't even think of!! 

The passion of creating a difference in the life of his kids and family that Randy Pausch had even when he was ill, is unmatched. Lot of us spend one-third of our lives in just complaining about things that are not going our way.. But there was someone out there who did not do that even for a nanosecond and devoted whatever life he was left with in making outstanding contributions to his family and to the society..

There exist many such accounts and many such stories..Each one of them being unique in its own right.. Each one of them talking about a different tale...

Those who say that books are your best friends don't say anything alien...

It's addictive...It's fun..It's entertaining.. It's knowledgeable.. It's satisfying..


Love
Yamini

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Feelings that never get expressed!!!



Many a time it happens that we, from the core of our hearts, want to say/tell/confess something to the other person but just can't do that coz that person is no longer there or coz you are never gonna meet that person or coz you don't know how to say that or coz the person might not understand it right.

It's just not about the attraction to the opposite sex but about all those people who contributed towards making you smile at some point of time in your lives. It could by anyone. It could be the guy who leaves his window seat for you in the bus. It could be that cousin of yours who taught you in your Board Exams and for that he took a leave from his office(I now understand how difficult it can be sometimes). It could be the roomie who always listened to you when you were low. It could be that one friend who always tried to help you by working on your Resume and listened to you bitching about others.. It could be anyone. A formal, standard 'Thanks' in lieu of all these favors that this person does for you doesn't help. It has to be special..

People come and people go.. People go and they come back too and then they go again.. Complicated..you see!! It's just that sometimes you wanna catch hold of that person and make him/her understand the way you feel about them.. tell them that they are very nice.. tell them how much you appreciate their concern for you..tell them how much you admire them..tell them how much you love them.. and tell them that they are special..

For all those about whom you and I were thinking while reading/writing all this.. 

God bless you!!!

Love
Yamini

Friday, October 28, 2011

Phew!!! I can write again!

I have always felt so comfortable with writing when it comes to my Blog or my Journals. But I have just not been writing for past one year the way I used to and the day before yesterday when I sat to write something about Diwali; words just escaped me. 

I was overwhelmed with feelings seeing the beautiful houses all around me. Though the environment was polluted (technically) with all the cacophonous sounds of crackers, there was something peaceful about the environment. It was soothing. I stood in the balcony of my house looking at the kids rejoicing the entire act of bursting crackers while their parents were keeping an eye on them ensuring they are safe.I stood there for half an hour watching this. It was indeed quiet and calm for me.

And I just couldn't convey these feelings in my last entry. As my friend says, "things that you don't use; you lose." I think, I am losing on my writing skills (not that they were exceptionally great but I enjoy writing from the core of my heart). So, more than keeping up with the blog or using the medium to express my feelings, I am gonna use my blog to practise writing all over again...

Ohh!!! It feels so good when you just don't have to think before writing.. It feels great to keep hitting the keys of your laptop without long pauses. Will be back soon!!

Love
Yamini