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You were once the reason I smiled.. And then you became the one because of whom I cried. You were the one who brought out my best.. And then you turned into the worst. You were the one with whom I had the best memories.. And then your memories just flew away with the breeze. You were the one who I thought would never leave.. And then you did leave. I never thought I could stop loving you.. I never thought I could let you go.. But then you showed me that you wanted out.. And I was convinced that you're already out.. That's when I realised it's time for me too, To let you go..to move on.. So I tried to find other reasons to smile.. And tried to find other ways to bring out the best in me.. Trying to find other people to make memories with.. Trying to find someone who won't ever leave.. But you just won't leave.. Even though you aren't in my life you still own a piece of my heart I deleted your messages, photos and even your phone number.

So I'm not really a travel enthusiast.. My idea of travel would be to travel to some place with people whose company I enjoy, check into a hotel and laze the entire time.. Why do I even bother traveling you ask? Well that's the very definition of a 'holiday' for me..if I have to wake up 'early' have breakfast on time, get dressed on time and stick to a time schedule why do you even call it a "holiday"? And for my friends who are bugging me about not having a passport, well I'm going to travel to those exotic destinations and not venture out of the hotel room.. so I'm better off at some local resort instead of traveling overseas.. And this is why I don't need a passport.. lol.. Anyway coming to the topic..For official reasons I'm required to visit certain branches of our Region.. and conduct an HR audit of these branches.. so last week I ventured to visit a couple of branches which are about 4 hours away by bus..Being an HR functionar

As a part of employee engagement our organisation organises an annual sports day.. As a part of the same we hosted the Badminton and Table Tennis tournament today for Branches in our region.. For various reasons a colleague and me were the only 2 female employees who registered to take part in the event.. Although I 'love' sports I don't own any sporting equipment.. So I just borrowed racquets from my colleagues between their matches and played.. The actual fun began when we began warming up and people around watched me in surprise.. Received compliments saying I play well.. You see, I don't really have the slim, lithe figure of a sportsperson.. It's a universally accepted (but not always true) fact that 'fat' people can't play sports.. So while all the other 'fit' and sporty people were running around the court trying to smash the shuttle cock, I managed to get by just because of my height and fairly long limbs.. One of my bosses asked me if I

Dear Nikki, Eight years ago on this day I walked into the labour room at 7 in the morning..You seemed to be in no hurry to come out.. So they had to induce labour.. It was afternoon and you still showed no signs of coming out..Even the nurses around me were getting impatient and one of them asked me "What is this? Your baby doesn't want to come out?".. Then at 3.30 pm my water broke and after 2 hours of labour you arrived at 5.30 pm.. You were born.. Not just you, a mother too was born that day.. and for me, it was love at first sight.. You were as long as my forearm.. It felt like I was holding a doll..and for the first couple of days I just spent my time staring at you in wonder and amazement.. so many thoughts racing through my mind.. Here is this baby.. All mine.. mine to love, care, nurture and take care of.. I made you from scratch and I am wholly responsible for you.. I was filled both with awe and fear.. Awe because I couldn't believe I had given birth to

So I'm writing this because I'm bored and unable to fall asleep.. I thought why not write something that might bore others and help them fall asleep.. lol.. Recently traveled to Baroda for official reasons.. Blah! Some of you might say.. Well anyway, trips are events that provide a lot of scope for observing people.. And while flying is supposed to be the 'fastest' mode of travel the time spent at the airport checking in luggage and the security check and all the other 'drama' it feels like years before the flight actually takes off.. anyway this "free time" makes for some very entertaining observations.. There are various kinds of travelers at the airport.. You may have seen these people.. please feel free to add to the list below: 1. The selfie enthusiast:- Well, you know who I'm talking about.. You know the guy sitting near the window tryin to get a good shot of the "clouds".. And since we're all for gender equality so why le

So for those of you waiting for my regular friendship day post here goes.. Its a day late but like they say "Better late than never".. So yesterday Facebook timelines and WhatsApp statuses were brimming with Friendship day posts.. People were sharing group photos with a vengeance.. I felt like it was a contest going on with people trying to outdo each other.. more the number of group photos higher the popularity I'm guessing.. Me? I spent yesterday hurriedly packing my stuff to take back to Hassan with me.. I also featured on a couple of peoples statuses.. being part of their group photos.. well I wasn't sure if I should return the 'favour' by posting photos of those people on my timeline/WhatsApp status.. So here's a tip.. "When in doubt,shut the #@₹& up".. So I was quietly observing these 'developments' on social media.. And I went back to the time when "Friendship" day meant a big deal to me.. I had this very idealisti

Being a banker in a PSU I always "knew" I'm liable to be transferred..but nothing could've prepared me for the shock when I saw my transfer order.. The transfer order meant I would have to relocate.. and since my husband doesn't have a transferable job and my daughter has adjusted to her school we just decided it would be better just for me to move away and stay alone at my new place of posting.. Well, any married woman with kids will tell you about her fantasies of a "single life".. you know where she can wake up at whatever time she wants, not cook, not have to worry about packing lunch boxes and school bags.. Basically women lust for freedom from the daily routine and they all long for some "Me" time.. But from my experience of the past week I can tell you that "single life" sucks big time! It's just been one week, but I feel it's been a year since I've been away from home.. I don't want to sound ungrateful.. Th

Spoiler alert! This post is not going to be as morose as the title sounds (Hopefully!).. So.. Going out for lunch alone or rather eating alone is frowned upon.. People give you this weird look when they find you having lunch alone.. Well I love people's company at lunch as much as I love dining alone.. And to all you people who seem 'very concerned' about my being 'lonely' at lunch, please feel free to join my table.. Don't stare at me from a distance and look at me like I stole your kidney! Anyway for those who think having lunch alone is not fun, guess what's even less fun.. Let me tell you.. It's being within hearing distance of a couple having lunch together and listening to their nonsensical conversation but not being able give them your sarcastic responses.. So recently I felt like having a 'Happy meal'.. And so I went to this outlet near my work place.. For a change the place was not as crowded as it usually is and I was able to get

So today (Mother's Day) was the day when social media timelines turned into battlefields for the competition 'Kiski Maa sabse mahan'.. I saw innumerable posts both on WhatsApp and FB with people professing their love for their respective mothers.. (Yawn!) Firstly, we all know you love your mothers.. As do I.. So instead of spamming my timeline, you could've just called your mom and wished her a happy Mother's Day considering she may not even be following/be active on social media and so she may have missed your profession of 'love' on a medium that's still alien to her.. Secondly, if you're not going to follow the ideals your mother raised you with then your sharing Mother's day posts has no relevance at all.. Well, it goes without saying that my mom is my best friend.. There is no one who is as appreciative or as supportive as she is of me and my abilities.. And while I don't remember having grown up with any profession of love (saying

Move over Chetan Bhagat.. Make way for the new and exciting writer also known as the 'Sidney Sheldon of India' - Novoneel Chakraborty.. Well, I've read almost all his books and recommended him to all and sundry.. His books are amazing although comparing him to Sidney Sheldon would be unfair to both him and Sidney Sheldon.. Nevertheless his books are an absolute delight to read and hard to put down once you've started reading them.. His latest book 'Half torn hearts' is a story of 3 people and their relationship.. How their paths cross, how they influence each others lives and I can't say more without giving away the plot.. So let's just say it's a story about these people's lives and about love and friendship.. Mind you it's not your regular love triangle that is the essence of almost all bollywood movies today.. This novel has more twists and turns than an Abbas Mastaan thriller and keeps you guessing till you've read the last page..

Watched "Gully Boy" and I have to say it's one of the best movies I have seen in a while.. It's the story of the struggles of a guy who tries to break the shackles and against all odds makes a name for himself as a rap sensation.. This movie had everything that your average bollywood movie has.. Good looking actors/actresses, romance, comedy, songs, drama, and most importantly - an inspiring message.. We all like the real life stories of how the successful men and women never had it easy but succeeded despite all odds.. We try to draw inspiration from these 'success stories'.. For me this film was inspiring on so many levels.. It was inspiring to see how the protagonist turned his pain into beauty through his lyrics and rap.. Despite not having much support the protagonist grabbed the rare opportunities that came his way and tried to make an impact.. The most scene or the 'climax' for me was when the guy's father tells him that he is poor.. That&

It's the most awaited day of the year.. The day we celebrate 'love'.. I was pleasantly surprised when I reached office today and found chocolates on my desk.. Thank you to the friend for the kind gesture.. Really made my day.. Coming back to this celebration of 'Love'.. Well, I haven't really pondered on what 'Love' is/means.. For me it's just been what they show on movies or what I've read in books.. You know.. Guy meets girl.. They dislike each other.. Girl falls in trouble.. Guy helps girl out.. Girl falls for guy.. Family objects to their 'love'.. They fight for their love.. Overcome all obstacles.. Girl and guy are united again.. And live happily ever after.. And of course none of us Bollywood fans will ever forget SRK's iconic dialogue from 'Kuch Kuch Hota Hai' where he declared that Love is Friendship.. Well I certainly agree.. SRK is right.. But over the years I have also realised that love comes to us

How's the josh?? Very high Sir!!! The 'Josh' did seem unusually high yesterday with soooooooooooooo many people sharing 'patriotic' posts.. Or pics of them participating in the unfurling of our National flag.. I don't mean to judge but I personally feel that this display of patriotism is reserved only for 15th August and 26th January.. Was feeling mildly annoyed when I saw film stars posting such posts..So, you love your nation but prefer to spend all your free time/holidays at exotic locations overseas.. Some of you even holding citizenship of other countries and holding properties there too.. Hypocritic much??? Anyway I was gagging with all this overdose of patriotism all over my social media feeds and was looking for something to distract me.. Came upon this recently released series called 'Four more shots please'.. What an absolutely brilliant series.. I thoroughly enjoyed watching it.. Well, it comes under the category of a 'chick flick'.

Currently, Social media is abuzz with posts on the #10YearsChallenge.. Also called the #GlowUpChallenge or the #HowHardDidAgingHitYou challenge, its a 'challenge' where you post 2 pictures side by side, from the year 2009 and the other from 2019 and then caption it whatever you like.. So its basically just a socially acceptable mode to brag about how 'hot' you were 10 years ago and how 'hot' you are and continue to be in 2019.. So I'm looking at the posts and wondering what the fuss is about.. Well, let's say that for me it's just a case of 'sour grapes'.. 10 years I was slim and trim and over the past decade I have added a few (ahem), 'more than few' pounds.. So seeing some of these posts where it looks like people haven't aged at all is making me wonder how can people look consistently the same (read 'young') over the years.. Well if consistency is the key then I should win a prize.. I have been consistently sarcastic

I know a lot of people who love traveling and exploring new places.. These people ensure they go on regular holidays and put in a lot of effort into planning that 'perfect trip'.. As for me, I'm not much of a travel enthusiast.. Trips for me are usually just an opportunity to spend more time with people and getting to know them better.. I have travelled with different groups of people and I've realised that all these groups have similiar personality types.. So here are some of the 'types' of people I've observed on trips: The mother: This is the person who is the 'voice of reasoning' in the group.. These people ensure things don't get out of hand and pull you back just before you decide to do something totally outrageous.. These are also substitutes for alarm clocks.. They will wake you up early in the morning to ensure you don't miss the complementary breakfast at the hotel, push you to have bath and get out of the hotel room quickly to