Concern - up to what length?

Rains in Bengalooru. What do you do? Run for shelter when it rains? What would have told your children during October rains? 'no, no, not now. After your exams, you could get wet during summer holiday' Do you remember? you won't. but your children won't forget.when it rains during April they are bound to ask you. can you say no? you may. If your child is a teenager what are the chances that the child would listen to you? No chance!

Leave them to get wet. once they get wet, don't listen to your in-laws or anyone else to pull the child inside. The child has to get wet to its heart content and then only come inside. Then no rules should be imposed, don't go there, come here. do you think they would listen. Of course not!

They would love to see themselves in that wet dress in the mirror.

Oh, very complicated? no actually very simple.

you have to have a large heart. Leave them alone. I am sure they won't repeat. But at least once they want it to be carried out.

Leave the child to enjoy.Tell me, which is more important ? The child's happiness or the cleanliness of the house?

Good words about 'dead'

The general talk about a person who is dead and gone is always good. We say 'oh, he was a good man' That means most of his misdeeds are forgiven (forgotten?).

But will we do the same thing about a person who was working with you and now gone out of your department? or he has gone out of your company?

When I say he, it is she too.

May not say good words. it is not that they mean bad about the gone person. It is the power of saying. ahha, someone has come to ask my opinion. So,why should I not give a 'candid' opinion?

It does not cross their mind that a good word from them could save a lot of trouble for the transferred guy. But then, it won't show the 'world' the spokesperson's 'power of words'

So, they make it a point to 'bad mouth' the 'gone' person.

If the new boss wants to 'share' the same opinion with the new 'entrant' and gives his opinion in his face, the new comer shrinks into his shoes. He jumps with suspicion every time someone looks at him. The happiness of the transfer is gone forever. My question is 'what did the spokesperson achieve?'

As far as I am concerned, if you don't do good to others, don't. But pl. don't harm others.

Human beings are human beings wherever

I had been transferred to the projects division when worked in Muscat. So I had to do the tendering work. I used to collect info on prices of poles, cables, transmission lines etc., which are required for a transmission line being drawn from one place to another. After the collection of details, a detailed tender was prepared with all technical details except for the final price. That was the job of my top boss who used to put the final price in the required box at the very end. What I meant was - if the tender is being opened at 10 am, I used to get the tender sealed at 9.45 am and I was supposed to submit the same at 10 am in an office which was about 25 kms from my office.

Quite a feat if I reach in time!

I had been in touch with the local Govt. Officers. Some of them were quite friendly. I had done an out of turn help to him in handing over some document 2 blocks away. Two blocks means about 2 km up and 2 km down I had walked in hot sun. He had no idea that I did not have a car. (Not having a car in Oman is unthinkable!) He was very grateful since that time.

I used to pick my office tender at 9.50 am and used to call him that I am on my way. He used to wait till I reached there. Of course, I would reach just as the clock used to strike 10 am after doing a fast driving on the smooth lanes.

The idea of him waiting for me was redeeming. After all human beings become friendly with other human beings if treated properly whatever is the caste, creed, culture or any other difference is there between two individuals.

Hats off to the friendships!

Oman stay

I stayed in Oman from 18th June 2002 to 11th April 2005 with a break of 40 days in 2003 and 2004. But the stay was not very happy one. Don't get me wrong. When I stayed there I enjoyed. But when I came for holidays, going back was a big problem. Like a kid going back to school without much enthusiasm after a long break. Once I went back, I used to go through the routine of getting up, going to temple, going to office, going to meet clients, having food and coming back to room for sleeping. This was the toughest part. Coming and switching on the light in an empty room of a flat!

Everyday I used to feel more and more lonely. Once the body took to sleep, I used to forget and again the routine used to start.

Thursday Afternoons were little different. I used to come 'home(!)' at 1.35 pm. Have my food and leave in my car to a theater nearby. The heat would be very high. I used to go to either Hindi or English movies - alone!

Once the movie is over, take the car and come home and watch TV for some time and waiting for the time to hit 8 pm. go for food and come back and sleep.

What a way to live!

Life in a Quarters

Quarters life is a different one. The people are so different from each other. But still united. I remember my life in a quarters. We were in the same house for 17 years! I remember most of the part of my life there.

We kids used to play together, whether hindu, muslim, christian, gowda or whatever is the caste or creed, we never used to bother. Because the economic strata of all the earning members in our area was almost same. The ladies used to mix with each other and most importantly help each other. Whether there is a child birth or death or disease at any home, all others used to raise to the occasion. We used to celebrate Diwali, Eid or Chrismas or any other festival with the same zeal. The crowd of children used to go the particular houses depending upon which festival was being celebrated. It was fun. We were never restricted by any of our parents not to mix with any other kids. Isn't it great? In fact I always feel that children brought up in quarters would get mixed with other people very easily since they would be doing it from the day they are aware. I should thank all parents for giving us an opportunity. I wish this is the same in all places, whether we stay in a quarters or not, we should treat all the people same.

Vice wise

A young student can be good even after staying in a hostel. It could be because of two reasons. The hostel mates may not smoke or drink. So, this boy also stays that way. Well,he could be the bad apple in the basket! But generally a new boy who goes to a hostel in some other city would be little hesitant to do that. If he is helped by his hostel mates by not doing those vices, then he also becomes good.

But a weak minded boy can always become vice-full! He could be from a strict family who punish for even small mistakes. Such a boy would become rebellious and the first chance he gets,he would take up all bad vices. The sad part is that he doesn't take it to his heart that it is bad for health. My parents have punished me. So I shall punish them by doing all such stupid things.

The cancer threat on the cigarette pack or the bottle (is it there on that too?) would not worry the smoker and the drinker. Because generally the one reads won't cultivate those habits. The one who has the habits won't read them!

Any way I recently read that smoking causes impotency. May be it is good that the young generation smokes. The population growth would curtail. Don't get me wrong please. I am eager to 'threaten' the young smokers to quit smoking by saying ugly things. Would I succeed?

Sister who is also a daughter

My sister is a dancer. She is very determined to keep her dancing tradition. Now her daughter is also a dancer, a good one at that. My niece is also a good singer of carnatic classical.

She is about 16 km away from my home. Now my mother is not well. She can't come easily. She has her own things to do. Practice dance, teach dance, cook at home and what not. So, to see the sick mother she can't find time.

I cajole her, tease her and even offend her!

I sent a message yesterday, 'how come you don't even call your mum once a day, let alone come. Please don't get offended. You call your mom only when I send an sms'

I got a reply immediately. 'you have offended me. you won't believe if i say i am trying to come to your home to see mum every day from past 5 days. I weep every night that i can't go to see my mum'

I felt so ashamed and apologized.

sister who is a mum and a daughter can be really in tough times really unable to meet even her mother. Let us not offend such helpless sisters.