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Defining Success

How would you define success? Money, fame, peace, luxury, happiness, achievements and milestones don't define success for me. It is in the process, the path I followed to get there or get any of the things I mentioned earlier. I feel success if not attained through the right means is not success at all. It is not about the end results, it is about the journey. And believe me the journey is even more beautiful than the destination itself. So, we must make sure that we don't take this journey in a gloomy way stepping on the hearts of others, rather keep sharing our happiness with them, without letting them down. 

So,

Hello All There,

Don't you think we should get up each day and enjoy the sunrise, open our arms and feel the cool breeze, walk on the grass and feel the dew drops on our feet. Dare to seize each day of your life, live every moment of it, cherish your dreams, fulfill your wishes because just like Ruskin Bond says, "It is not time that is passing by my friend, It is 'you' and 'I'" ...

Embrace the challenges, rise above ordinary, we don't know what we can achieve unless we try !!



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Dying

You know you are dying,

When you can no longer laugh at silly things.

When you no longer feel the cool breeze.

When you no longer hear the sound of flowing water.

When you no longer feel the sunlight.

When you no longer respond to love,

Or feel the hatred.

When nothing can amuse you any longer.

When emotions just tend to leave you.

You know you are dead,

When you know this is happening to you,

And you still don’t feel like doing anything about it, anything at all.

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Words

I am writing a blog after a long time... and here is it

Lawrence George Durrell, an expatriate British novelist, poet, dramatist, and travel writer wrote

"There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature."

Since I am a woman, this is my verdict J

"There are only three ways to suffer. You can deal with it, create a chaos because of it, or turn it into literature."

Sounds funny? But believe me it works. Alcohol can only pause the stream of thoughts but putting it down on a paper, word by word to build phrases channelizes it and helps me understand it better. It's like taking a pause and trying to fathom the enigma, it's like trying to figure out from those lines what has been actually bothering me, what has led to those sleepless nights, and what exactly has devalued me. I sometimes feel it is more important to communicate with myself in those wee hours of morning or night than with others. I had read somewhere that the heart always knows what is right. Haven't you ever felt that writing down what is in your heart and reading it out to yourself is the best way to deal with the conundrums life throws at you? I think our subconscious needs to communicate with our conscious mind and sometimes someone else's mind that is searching for similar clues.

Stephen King wrote, "Fiction is the 'truth' inside the lie". I feel such lies can therefore heal.

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Dork finds a job

It was raining, it rains all the time in July. The queue didn’t appear to be moving. The hall of our training building was huge though to accommodate such queues.  It was my first job, I was really happy when I got it but I somehow feel sorry to work anyway. Happens. Why can’t we go on studying and why can’t we get paid for studying? Of course I didn’t want to study engineering anymore but how nice it would be to study what you want and not what is supposed to fetch you a potential job, or something your father wanted to study but couldn’t.  Life isn’t that easy you know. They say each day is a gift. I say each day is a struggle to meet the ends. Only few people are lucky to be posh. Everyone wants to be them but then everyone needs to understand that most of them were like us before they were what they are now.

I then heard an excuse me and it broke the stream of my thoughts. I saw the queue had moved a little forward and I paced ahead to join it. Few feet away from me was a huge television flashing “ABN Technology welcomes you to the Training Program at Kaveri Park, Kolkata, 2007 batch”.  Well I was at least lucky to get the training close to my hometown, Bhubaneswar. Maybe I can sneak away in the weekends. It was supposed to be a two months rigorous training before you actually start working at the corporate. They claimed it would be a transformation from campus to corporate.

 I finally reached the registration desk. There was a smart looking lady with horn rimmed spectacles and a sharp nose, sitting behind the computer.

“Name please?”, the lady asked with no trace of smile on her face.

“Nita Sasmal”, I said loud and clear trying to be smart like her.

“College?”

I would have said “some college”. How does it matter after all! That is something I left behind college, friends, parents and a life.

“College please?”, the lady almost barked this time and I blabbered out my college name.

“Well that college is not in the existing list”, said the lady scrolling though the computer screen, “so as of now I am putting it as ‘others’ ”.

I thought that was okay, many people don’t even know where Bhubaneswar is, so how does it matter if the college column says ‘others’ in the form.

“Please stand in front of the webcam for the photo”

I was plain not pretty and my spectacles were old fashioned not like the lady’s. But I somehow wished my photo to look better than me. However this time also it failed to impress me, pasted on top of my welcome kit. Ah it is going to be a long day! I sighed.

It was already 11:30 am, the registration had taken two odd hours and the induction was about to start at 12 pm. I better hurry I thought but on my way to the auditorium I paused a bit and looked around. The building was tall and huge, people had come from across the country to join the company. Some of the girls were very well groomed and yes there were handsome guys too who didn’t quite seem to notice me. I was among the few you could say from a small town. My Indian wear was a little over sized, mom always had an argument, “I am not going to get it stitched tight”, she would say, “What if you grow fat, that will just be a waste of money”.  I stood there in the lawn wondering, will I be able to make it? Can I ever fit in? Just then it began to drizzle again, I saw a grasshopper skilfully moving on the lawn, there were flowers too and a butterfly was resting there moving its wings. Reminded me of what Stephen Hawking had said, “Where there is life, there is hope”.  Well, time to get inducted. 

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Dork Diary

Nita sat at her office desk, late in the afternoon watching the rain outside. It’s been eight years since she started working and life had changed drastically but perhaps she had no regrets. She sat thinking about her first day at office when she joined at Kolkata around five hundred kilometres away from her hometown. It was difficult to leave home and go, the tall matchbox style office building seemed scary and it was uneasy to see so many people inside those glass halls pouring over work. Though she had been a decent student all her life and knew all that stuff because of her reading habit, she never had been out of her comfort zone. To say the right word she was a ‘dork’ and almost scared of the public transport, had never used it before and even if she had she had been accompanied by parents or elders! She was scared about the elevators too and never entered it alone. She would wait in the lobby for someone to join her before entering it and once inside would pray that she was not left alone in it. It seemed to her like a monster that would engulf her and never let her out, she had these dreams of getting trapped in an elevator or taking the wrong bus to office and getting down in a completely deserted place. Hilarious isn’t it? But that was the story of her life, she was a nerd and a dork, in fact a complete dork. She was great at writing the toughest code that would crack open the brain of her teammates but was not at all good at cutting a damn piece of onion or making a perfect cup of coffee. The complex was easy for her and the simple appeared to be difficult. It was easy for her to cross the last level of Max Payne unlike other girls but difficult to even use an A.T.M.! Reason? She had simply never done it before.

As she stepped out to the real world she did realise that her coding skills or bookish knowledge won’t help her anymore and there was a lot more to job and life than that.  So, if you are thinking how she survived the reality let me tell you she evolved or rather made an effort to evolve. In the first three years of her career she had changed more than she had in her entire lifetime! She realised that work can be fun too and colleagues can be her friends, that job is not to be taken so seriously as there can be frequent tea breaks during work and a little chit chat that can bring a smile even while doing the most tedious work. That’s how she spend her first one and a half year at Kolkata working and exploring the place where she actually got her lessons for life. So, that city holds a good place in her heart, the narrow lanes, the fish curry, the second hand book stores had their own charm and it has ever since proved to be her second home. She made some great friends, Bengalis, people from North East, Bihar and UP all of them had something pleasant about them, each of them bringing some charming culture. She returned with mixed feelings to her hometown Bhubaneswar after her project shifted there and has been based there for rest of the years. Ever since that travel has been nicer, people have become friends, work has grown interesting and elevators yes the elevators are just the machines that take you upstairs and must be avoided to reduce some weight not because they are scary! So, at last friends do believe in dorks, after all every dork has a day.

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