Sunday, June 29, 2008

Wait ...

मी वाट पाहते तुझी असं तुला कधी वाटलच नाही ...
आसवांनी भिजलेला रुमाल तुला कधी दिसलाच नाही ...

Perceptions

मैं छुपाना जानता तो जग मुझे साधू समझता
शत्रु बन गया है छल-रहित व्यवहार मेरा

lovely 2 lines from Harivansh Rai Bachchan
Seen on BigB's blog.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Eine sehr schöne Frau..

... was what a total stranger said to me today on a regular road in
Munich and then checked if I was married and since I am
"noch nicht" - asked me out on a date. Lol!!!

It was one of the funniest conversations I have had with a stranger.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Just

ajnabi chehre
gumnaam raahein
kadam pehchaane
nayi chahein

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Satisfying days..

I am sure you have had days/months/years where you
would be so overworked that you would just crash into
bed once you reach home from work - if you reach that is!
Well, I am currently in that phase and believe you me...
it is satisfying.. to have made the best possible use of your
day. Its a feeling the lazy amongst us won't understand.

Before I joined this project, I thought I was good at time
management. But there's always room for improvement.
And here I am... a new, improved and better utilised me!
Ofcourse I do miss my wild party days.. been ages since I
went to a party.. but I am liking this as well. I think I will
enjoy a party more when I go to one now. ;-)

Some time management tips I re-learnt in the past 2 weeks :
1. When dealing with a chatty person - announce the time you
want to spend with them as soon as the talk begins.
2. KISS - ;-) Keep it short silly! Write crisp mails and follow
up with a phone call if required. This saves time required to
reply to elaborate mails.
3. Prioritise and Categorise
4. ALWAYS do the four quadrant check on a task.
5. Delegate with authority. (I learnt this from one of my previous managers).

I think this is enough gyan for now.. Have a good time ;)

Tschuss!

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Sleepless in some place - An ode.

"*****
hume sunaakar daastan pariyon ki
gaye khud sapno ke jahaan mein,
wo neendein chura gaye hamari
saza unhe hum de na paaye

nazaarein dikha gaye hamari nazaron se unhe wo,
unki shaame kati unhi yaadon ke saaye mein
ye bhi kya saza kam hogi..
ke yaad aaenge hum unhe har shaam har seher mein
*****"

Well... I penned it down cos I couldn't do anything more
constructive at 2 in the morning after being woken up
by a phone call. I ain't complaining about the phone
call.. infact, it was a bolt from the past. Yea, wouldn't
even call it a flash cos it was more than that. I am sure you
must have felt what I am feeling right now... when you don't
expect something to go from the 'past tense' to 'present tense'..
that something you had will never come back again or things
will be as they were earlier or the way you left them.
So it definitely feels nice to talk to a long lost friend :-)

My poem above is an ode to the one below:

Without you nearby
I am lost
Yet I am home
Life is a paradox.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Hectic days ahead.

Its fun.. my current schedule.
I am so extremely tied up at work that its almost
impossible to think of any time for myself. I think
all my days can only be 'hectic' for the next few
months... only the degree will vary. I might even
introduce another degree right next to superlative :-P
No.. I am not running a country.. but well,
mis-management creates jobs for itself, right? Anyway.
I also have the Herculean task of finding an apartment
and soon. Alongside,I also might be visiting this famous castle
close to the city as part of my time-killing exercise on the
weekend. I rather dont have that much time to kill cos
I have to read up a lot about my new job..but you remember your
college days, don't you?! :-) But.... I'm loving it!

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Footsteps

she looked behind
a tear slid down
a step forward
a foot turned around

a snow-capped mountain
beckoned ahead
a warm sea shore
pulled her inside

'Hi' is easy
'Bye' is tough
Beginning of an end
the other, the end.

Life is such
it gives you both
You live, you choose
your life 'n' your small deaths