The 'Fields' to my blog..

 Some days are just glorious. When I set out for some work 2 hours away from HQ, I did not expect the sight that met me.. A day of colours. Windy blue skies, wispy white threads of clouds, the smell of mustard flowers in the air everywhere you go, the budding green  shoots of wheat till  the eye wandered.For those of us who grew up when DDLJ came out, we just cannot stop romanticizing about mustard fields!

I just wanted to put up these pics so that when I look back at these posts some time later, I want the memory of this tour, this place to come back, fresh as ever.. because these are the little pleasures which make all the hard work worth it. And even though I'd be just as happy to travel through a scene such as this even if I had done nothing to contribute to it, when people come to thank you for the good supply of fertilizers and seeds.. it just reminds me why I chose to be here at all..

Politics and dead bodies

So much has been written and said on this everywhere, that there's little left for me to add save that I got a first hand taste of it recently. Nothing pretty, nothing I would like to write about in detail.

 I do want to state for the record, that the incident has shown me the utmost importance of keeping a cool mind, and a mind of one's own. To keep one's objective very clearly and steadfastly on restoring normalcy and tightly shutting out any attempt by any one at infusing doses of extraneous issues into the situation. Never giving up the reins of control to another unless you yourself feel its the best course of action. And lastly, never ever raising one's voice.

I realise this entry is more like a note to myself, but I felt I had to write the basics down. Maybe, apart from taking me to a new level of experience and worldliwise-ness, may just interest or help someone out there..

What does a bad day look like?

Three guys trapped for taking bribe. One removed from his posting suddenly, no reason. And a major accident killing a lady on the spot and injuring 11 others. Some days are just so depressing...

Faux Festivals

I don’t mean offense to any religion or religious people, but I have really begun to think, isn’t it high time we tone down our religious-ism? On an average there are at least 15 such occasions yearly. On these days, either processions are taken out, or people congregate at certain places or hold some programmes or something or the other, which for the not – so – enthusiastic means traffic jams,  sleepless nights thanks to the idea that the omnipresent one is unable to hear its subjects without  loudspeakers, all kinds of waste strewn all over the place.. is it really fair to subject all residents of a place to what should be essentially a personal matter?

Or maybe there’s a reason why people put up with it.. maybe this business is an actual business, maybe there’s an entire economics behind this which enables it to subsist and even grow.. I don’t know..Still learning so much each day.. All I know is, I could do with a good night’s sleep.

Just another day

A post I found as a Draft on my dashboard dated 5th Feb 2013:
Its rare when unexpected rains, unexpected news come together on unexpectedly free day. What a lovely beautiful day it was and I was able to happily stroll the corridors, slowing down near the open courtyards to let the refreshingly cool breeze blow onto my face while my hands are buried deep and comfortably in my jacket pocket.. at that moment, all worries, thoughts, time ceases to exist.. there's one thing only - a smile, reflected on my face but felt through and through..

Even at the cost of sounding sentimental, I want to pen this down because a time like this is so... precious. Hardly do things come together in a way and at a time so perfectly that you are able to put all things aside and soak in the general feeling of all encompassing beauty and bonhomie. How often does one get a chance - irrespective of what they do in life - to just stop and smell that rain kissed earth and let the wind sweep away all that is negative in you? I for one cannot remember the last time I could or did do so. So I really want to just write this down so that, maybe on a day when the world seems like a cursed place to live -in - which it does every now and then unfailingly - I could just read through and perhaps relive this day.. and remind myself that the world is beautiful.. it is I who must find the ways and time to cherish it..

2013

Something about January, I suppose, that makes you mull over the year that's passed. The previous one has been action packed and I wish I had recorded thoughts and events as they happened, for authenticity.

Nevertheless, to put it succinctly, I think I have to rate that so far, the most favourite part of my job is executing independent projects, where I have my own team, a target and an end result motivating enough to slog for. Rarely do people get this chance, forget so early in one's career. Since I have talked ad nauseum about it to friends I am not going to elaborate on the whole deal. The point is that, theres a time in ones career when you learn for yourself, what really pushes you and what makes you want to wake up every morning, raring to go? This doesnt come easy or soon. Im glad it did for me. 

Secondly, when I look back at my posts on elections, I have to say that after conducting yet another round, while some points I still stick to, I have developed a grudging fondness for the process. For no other reason that I have come to realise that it is one of the few things in life that is crystal clear. No greys. Just Black and White. In letter. That essentially means crazy amounts of hard work, but no tension lines on your forehead! No wondering how to balance opposing forces, how to interpret rules, to act or to wait, how to play these games that go with the job... Nothing. Its an amazing feeling, like when you have been swimming for a long long time.. no matter how good a swimmer you are and how much stamina you have, you begin to feel tired and you finally can touch your feet down on the pool floor and lift your head up and breathe...