Friday, 20 March 2015

‘Ctrl+Z’ (Undo)

In life, at many instances we wish (at least I have wished) that we should have had a Ctrl+Z option just like the computer, pressing which all our previous actions or decisions which lead to our present worries and sorrows would vanish. All the tech savvy people would know what Ctrl+Z does, but for the benefit of others, let me elaborate. The ‘Ctrl+Z’ option is used to ‘UNDO’ the previous actions performed on a file/document.

Imagine this life of ours as a document, in which we keep entering data or information daily. Each page is a new day and everything we do gets recorded in there. Most of the times, we do or say things which shouldn’t have been said or done. But at the heat of the moment, we don’t tend to realize what we say or do. It’s only when our guilt strikes us, we realize that we have actually committed a blunder. But it’s too late. The harm has already been done.

One of the times I so wish to have an undo option in life, is when I‘ve said harsh things to my dear ones, whom I would never want to hurt, otherwise. But due to the high adrenaline rush, words just force themselves out. And lo! The opposite person is attacked with harshness and rudeness of words which strikes like lightning and shatters them.

When things cool down, the realization dawns that the shower of harsh words was not needed at all and the fight could have been much amicable. In the same way, there would be some incidents in our life, some decisions which landed us into trouble and are the cause of our worries, which we would want to ‘UNDO’.

So, next time we do something; let us just remember that there is no retake in life. A harsh word said is said, a wrong decision taken is taken. We can’t change the past, but we can strive and change the present and the future. Let’s just remind ourselves that there is no ‘UNDO’ option in our life. And the rest is taken care. Our document will be filled with lovely memories and decisions which are well thought upon!


#Undo,Decisions,Words,Pain,Sorrows

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Cricket – India’s Religion

It’s World Cup time. That time of the year when unknown people become known to each other only for one reason ‘Cricket’. If you happen to witness a crowd hooting and cheering, then be sure that the game of cricket is on.  Men of the house refuse to share the remote with their lady counterparts. This in no way implies that ladies are not interested in this game (At least am not!!). There are a selected few who are more interested than you’ll find most men. (I would like to call them specimens).

Coming back to cricket, The LCD placed in the office cafeteria has less or rather no viewers daily. The news channel is on flashing the breaking news (stale news) the whole day and people are least interested to even take a look at it. They are busy savoring their lunch and catching up on the latest gossip and sharing it with the team. Some are busy standing in a long queue in food counters to get the food they have ordered.

Most of them are busy fiddling with their mobiles, watsapping, facebooking and tweeting. Not denying the fact that there are few who really EAT their food the way it should be eaten. Without any distraction!

Today was an unusual day. I reached cafeteria with a bunch of friends, at our usual lunch time, 1 PM. There was a huge crowd assembled which reached the entrance door. It was as if the whole office had taken a vow to gather in the cafeteria. I was confused, perplexed. We could see people clapping, cheering with Ah’s and Ooooo’s. People in the back row jumping to catch a glimpse. Glimpse of what? I was not sure. People in the front moving forward to give way to the others. So much of unity! I was surprised.

One of my friend exclaimed ‘Hey it’s India V/s. Bangladesh today. That’s why this crowd’.
‘Oh’! I exclaimed.  What else could it be if not for a cricket match, which has brought the entire office to the same place without any announcements being made?

Usually, for other important meetings or town hall gatherings, multiple mails and announcements are made, still the attendance falls short. But, here they are today without any compulsion. That’s the power of cricket in our country. It unites people irrespective of gender, caste, creed, region and religion. We all become Indians and cheer for Team India.

Our only goal is to see Team India winning against its opponent team. We forget everything else, the project deadlines, tiff with the team mate, deliverables for the day and so on. We unite irrespective of all the differences. This unity was a rare sight to see. For a moment, I felt a sense of patriotism rushing inside me. However, the feeling subsided a moment later, when the crowd refused to give us way to reach the food counter. ‘Damn the cricket match!’ was my response.

Finally, we pleaded for people to move, as our stomachs were growling. We could no longer bear the hunger. Some people were kind enough to move, and some others were looking at us like we had committed a crime by disturbing them and asking them to move. When Team India finished batting, people started their batting. He he he.  I mean they started eating. And the never ending chatter started…..of how the player played and how he could have played better.


My inner voice shouted ‘Not again, not here please!! Y can’t people eat peacefully!” and we left the cafeteria not able to bear the postmortem/after effects of the match.

#Cricket,Cafetaria,Match

A Much awaited Beginning!!

Where do I start? What do I write? These are the questions which are swirling in my mind and doing cart wheels all around the place. Phew!! The whole idea of blogging has always fascinated me. Nevertheless, being the lazy cat as I am, I had never taken any initiative to start one. I always procrastinated doing this, God knows for what?

You must be wondering, what provoked me to start it now? Ahhh.....Good question.

I saw a few of my friends in office, all excited about submitting their blogs in a competition and winning it. There you go!! Something kicked me to start one this time. Their excitement actually pushed me (I forced myself literally) to start a blog so that I too can submit my blogs and do a happy dance just like they did and probably be a part of their discussions, the so called ‘blogging gang’ in office.

Frankly speaking, I am not much of a writer. I just pen down my thoughts (rather rants and vents) randomly on paper as and when I feel like doing it. I have a personal diary too (Ssshhh…it’s our little secret).But, writing a blog is altogether a different experience and am all set to experience it.

So all the best to me!! Here I go!!


#anewbeginning