Posts

Showing posts from May, 2010

The crash that crushed the lives of so many..

They say, trying to be nice is like being a goal keeper, no matter how good a goal keeper you are, you will always be remembered for the one you miss.. Was shocked with the news of the AI express Crash at Bajpe Airport, Mangalore.. 158 passengers killed, bodies charred beyond recognition, families fighting over bodies, 22 bodies yet to be identified.. Too much to digest? For me it is... And while families are still trying to cope up with their loss, news channels are speculating as to what may have caused the crash.. Pilot error, pilot fatigue.. these reasons are what top the list.. Newspapers are streaming with reports about the crash and its aftermath.. And a line that caught my eye was "After a crash if the pilot survives, nail him.. If not then blame him".. This line made me feel sick the moment i read it.. As if it is not enough for the family members of the pilots,to have lost their son/husband, that they have to put up with speculations like pilot error, pilot fatigue

I'm only human ....

I guess my roomie is in a terrible mood today.. She was just venting her feelings of frustration and exclaimed that everyone is selfish including me.. Well u cannot imagine how offended i was when i heard that and when someone says something that hurts me i go off into the sulk mode, where i spend hours in silence, brooding over what that 'someone' said, and it can take from hours to days for me to come out of sulk world.. And whenever someone says something in direct reference to me, i go into deep thought as to what made that person say what he/she did about me.. And so we have our topic for today - "Selfishness".. I guess I am selfish and so is everyone else.. Maybe the degree of selfishness differs but the universal truth is that everyone is selfish.. So why are we offended when we see behavior from others that we would like to put a label on and call it Selfish! and when we do the same to others its totally justified is it?? Selfishness i guess means self centre

My Day Job Versus My Passion

I work at a Bank.. I'm presently working at the Head Office.. well we wont go into the details of my job, but yes, despite the amount i crib about it, i still love my job..:) I wont say I'm a great worker, but yes i do give it my best. About my passion, you will hear several people repeat the same, but anyway, my passion is music..:) Music is a necessity of life these days i guess.. Take Bangalore for instance; you will seldom find someone without earphones stickin into their ears, whether they are walking, in the bus or riding.. Most people listen to music all the time that they are on the road.. I do too.. I listen to music right from the moment i step out of my PG till the moment i step into office.. I started singing when i was 6.. My teacher in school thought that i had a good voice and encouraged me to sing.. Of course my mom too realized I have a good voice and did send me for singing classes to a music teacher in my vicinity.. I don't remember why but i discontinued

TO THE BEST MOM IN THE WORLD :)

To all those people who were eagerly waiting for my next blog, and to Gundu who suggested I write on the topic.. :) I never knew it was mothers day until I saw some forwards on my phone asking me to thank my mother for giving birth to me or something to that effect.. It was a Sunday n I had just woken up and was lolling in bed when my mom called so i wished her Happy Mother's Day.. She was slightly surprised.. I'm sure she too wasn't aware that it was HER day..;) anyway we chatted for a while and i hung up promising to call her in the evening.. Was still pondering over Mother's day when i read a column my Shobhaa De`, who was of the opinion that Mother's day is just an opportunity for Card Sellers to cash in on the occasion, until her kids made her feel super special, n thats when she kind of changed her opinion about Mother's Day.. I was thinking of how much we take for granted our mothers.. I, especially take it as my birth right to be loved, pampered and made