Random Ramblings, Random Reflections!!

“An affliction which makes you say the wrong thing at the right time” Very few people are endowed with the ability of saying the wrong thing at the right time. Here are a sample few from real life: “I have in the last 2 months found out how much politics is prevalent in our office” (rightly said, but in a common platform and with the boss also around!) “Wow! U had a fracture!” “Oh s***, you don’t need to use the crutches again?” This is classic Poladic stuff- most of the time you cannot make such statements and get away with it. But there are some remarkable people who can make such statements and carry on as if nothing has happened. You need to be absolutely innocent to continually be afflicted with Poladiasis. Or at the bare minimum, you need to project the image to the world that you are completely innocent! I have, thanks to the lady, enriched the English language with a new word. Lets all together have more definitions added for the word to keep it alive!!! PS: I’ve found another ...

How often have we looked at a disabled person and not felt anything? At the most we feel is “Ah! Poor Fellow!” and we get on. It takes us a fall and temporary disablement to actually understand, feel and empathise with the permanently handicapped how difficult even small things in life can be. It sure took me a very small accident (I slipped, fell and strained an ankle ligament) to do a bit of introspection on how we take things for granted- how we take our life for granted. Being invalided means being dependant on a lot many things and lot many people for basic necessities. A plaster cast on my leg meant that I had to use a pair of crutches to move around. Its only then that u actually understand the value of your limbs- here is a collection of a few daily chores which we don’t event think of while doing it. A small walk from the bed to the bathroom and back will leave u tired and gasping for breath Brushing your teeth and having a shave with your full weight on the crutches The effor...

Very soon, stiff necks would be a thing of the past- thanks to the indomitable Indian Army. An organisation which I have always aspired to be in. an organisation, which like none other, looks after you till your heart says “Over & Out”! The army has now got another feather in the cap- this time around someone who has been giving me stiff necks for the last 6 months! But this was one of the rare ‘pleasurable stiff necks’! Would miss the stiff neck as well as the soon to be Officer! Adios and keep the flag flying high for the country! PS: Please make sure that the Officers/JCOs and ORs do not get stiff necks- would not do much to strengthen the Indian Army PPS: Those who have read my earlier post "you can fell me with a feather if you can find me a woman like that” will understand and appreciate this one:)

Rethinking on the concept of living for the next generation, let me take think in another angle- Why do we give our kids everything in life? Why do we protect them till they are own their own? Doesn’t this have a I, ME, MINE thinking to it? My kid, My family- Being possessive about owning things? We all derive personal pleasure from this. Parents tell the world “ My son is so and so”, a direct emphasis on MY SON – Parents derive a lot of pleasure when their kids grow up an become successful- Even a small award the kid gets becomes a talking point for him/her for sometime. Why? As a parent, im telling the world that my son is successful because I have molded him well- he has won this award because he is my son! An indirect but not so subtle reference to the fact that its all my doing- and as a parent I derive pleasure out of it. Ultimately at the end of the day I become happy when my family thinks that I have taken good care of them! So when we think of it, we do not actually live for...

They call life a journey. An endless journey till the moment you are given back to nature. How you traverse this world is nobody’s concern, but everybody’s consideration. You are at the end judged for how you have traversed this journey. Any form of judgment is ‘judgmental’, which tends to be very subjective. You get judged for what you were in life- what position where you when you retired from professional life, how well off are your kids and so forth-but never on how well you enjoyed your life, your career and your family life. Embarking on this journey of life, we all fall into a mundane and routine life. Work, take home salary, feed your family, satisfy your kid’s requirement and save enough money for the kids and wife when you are not there anymore. It’s about one generation living for the next- day in day out, generation after generation. And if you decide to live otherwise, you are called selfish and as someone who never cared for the family. So where are you heading? A colleag...

Days have passed without me having putting my fingers on the keypad with the express purpose of blogging. Well, I have been too preoccupied to put down my random thoughts. Actually, I have been contemplating- on my writings and on my views. Have I been writing for the sake of writing or did I suddenly get upbeat about my ability to write? Was it a bit too much to have thought that I could actually put these thoughts together and publish a book? Well, of these are to an extent right. One comment from someone who knows what he is talking about made a lot of sense to me. A comment that I have heard once before on my style of writing. The comment is “this is more like a diary” and “most of the time you are talking to yourself and not addressing the reader”. A very valid comment when you read the next line – “Diary based books have always sold, but most of these are period/event based and with a touch of history to it” and “if your diary based book has to sell it needs to have a lot of ins...

Hi Folks, this is a blind post- i cant see my blog- thanks to The Govt. of India- While politicians can do what they want at will, be it demolishing temples, mosques, churches, create riots etc etc- innocent guys like us blogging becomes an issue? i simply dont understand the logic! the world has so much hatred that someone blogging somewhere makes no difference- neither does it increase hatred nor does it reduce!! Well, hoping to see the blog back online!