Zindagi Rockz

It was exactly 12 years ago on this day, that I joined the Bank.. I can vividly recall that exact moment when I along with 24 other batchmates of mine were sitting in the classroom of our Staff Training College, when a very senior colleague addressed us and began giving us instructions about how to fill our joining forms.. I was very impressed by the way this colleague introduced herself and conducted the whole 'induction' in a very methodical and smooth way.. At that moment I was filled with a sense of awe and wonder looking at her addressing us..  Her personality, her poise, charm and just the way she carried herself left such a lasting impression on me, so much so that on that same day I silently hoped that one day I would be in her place conducting such an induction programme for newly joined employees of the Bank..  Fast forward 12 years later where I recently had the opportunity to conduct pre joining and joining formalities for a batch of newly recruited set of colleague

So today marks the first anniversary of my transfer to Hassan.. For some reason I felt like celebrating this "milestone" and that's why I distributed sweets in office.. But anyway, instead of being congratulated on completing this milestone my colleagues were bugging me and questioning me about the "real" reason for distributing sweets in office..  Well, professionally the year was fabulous! But last year at this time I wasn't exactly in a positive frame of mind.. Like when I got my transfer order posting me to Hassan, I was shocked.. And for a moment I just went blank and didn't really know what I would do..  At that point of time, keeping in mind several factors (professional and personal), my husband and I decided that it would be best if I reported at Hassan.. We also decided that only I would relocate and my daughter would stay back with my husband.. So this resulted in my husband being a single parent and me being what my colleagues at work refer t

" Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude " This quote sums up the reviews/reactions people are sharing regarding the late actor Sushant Singh Rajput's final appearance on the silver screen. I'm surprised to see an IMDb rating of 9.8/10! I don't think any of his films rated beyond 7.5 or 8 when he was alive.. Well, that's hypocrisy for you.. To give you context - when news headlines read "Covid patient dies on the road while waiting for an ambulance" - no one bats an eyelid! But when the Bachchan family tests positive for Covid, the media goes into a frenzy and people across the country are praying for the speedy recovery of the entire Bachchan khaandaan.. So Mr Bachchan and his family not only have access to the best medical facilities, they also have special mention in the prayers of millions of people across the country! So yeah, like I said - that's hypocrisy.. Of course I'm also in

So for people that know me closely also know that I'm sentimental.. But my friends will just tell you that I'm "mental".. Anyway, I've always wished that the people who're close to me tell me how they actually feel about me, how much they miss me, how much they care for me, how much I mean to them.. You know I wish these so called 'close' people say mushy things to me.. But no! What I get instead is endless banter, merciless teasing and sarcasm.. Like recently this friend was telling me about how I attract all unwanted people in my life, when actually I feel that this particular friend is just jealous of my popularity.. lol!!  So in a recent group chat while sharing a forward about Covid-19, a friend said that Covid is behaving like me.. In an otherwise endless list of mean comments directed at me I didn't take this one to heart.. It was more of a compliment since I'm being compared to the most (un)popular topics at the moment and hence I was

It felt like I knew you guys forever.. So, that initial awkwardness or the need to make that first 'good impression' was never felt.. And we just transitioned from colleagues to best buddies effortlesly.. There was nothing that we couldn't discuss about.. Yours was the only company where I felt safe and where I let my guard down.. I could be myself.. You know the passive aggressive, sarcastic, unpleasant person that I usually am.. But still you accepted me.. Because you saw some 'good' in me.. So while I was this rather 'difficult' person to be around with I was still welcome among you all.. And you never missed an opportunity to make me feel special.. Be it by celebrating my birthday with all the fanfare that a 'homesick' girl deserves, or by making my favourite dish because I had access to only boring PG food.. Those 8 or 9 years of my life have been the best years of my life.. There's absolutely no doubt about that.. Those dinner meets whe

So for all those people mourning the death of Sushant Singh Rajput, here are some statistics for you.. Between January and March 2019, 610 farmers committed suicide in India.. At the time this also made news headlines but never trended on Social Media.. Also I never saw these many posts/tweets praying for the souls of those farmers so that they rest in peace.. I'd like to ask "Why wasn't same concern shown then?".. See I don't want to get preachy about the whole issue because I know I'm not perfect.. But it does make me want to laugh out aloud when I read comments like "Lets boycott Bollywood", Let's boycott XYZ films. and not watch films of actors namely ABC, EFG and so on.. Like really?? You're going to boycott "their" films?? Hypocritic much? You're seriously going to boycott movies produced by a certain individual because you feel he/she abetted the suicide of the person in the news lately? Well I know I wont.. the reaso

So this used to be a long standing joke between an old friend and me.. That I will undertake a solo trip someday.. and whenever I would talk about undertaking this 'solo trip', my friend would trip over me, cracking a lot of mean jokes at my expense.. Well, for those of you who know me closely probably know about my terrific sense of direction or rather the lack of it! I'm just terrible with directions.. I just can't seem to remember routes/roads/places/landmarks.. I'm directionally challenged.. so much so that another friend would joke saying that if she took me outside office and just swirled me around I wouldn't know in which direction to proceed in order to reach my house.. and that's precisely why Google Maps was invented.. To lead the 'blind' people like me.. lol.. Recently went home to Bangalore for a bit.. The normal mode of transport between Bangalore and Hassan used to be the Airavat (sigh! how much I miss you Airavat).. However, owing to t

This is my take/review on the Season 2 of the web series "Four more shots please!" So like I've said in an earlier post, the cardinal rule while watching a blockbuster movie or in this case, a "fabulous" season of a web series, is that you need to leave your brains behind and also accept the fact that all logic goes for a toss.. Well, I loved the first season of this series and so I watched Season 2 as soon as it was released and enjoyed it thoroughly.. To my surprise I read a lot of negative reviews about the series.. See, I get why people are miffed.. Can you imagine a group of friends who have not been on talking terms for months together just drop everything and decide to take a trip to Istanbul? So when I saw this scene I rolled my eyes and said "Yeah right, they're flying off to Istanbul and here my friends don't even want to visit me in Hassan.. Yeah so that and a few other things make you wonder if you should be putting your time to bet

So we have to come to the end of Day 13 of the lockdown..It's way past my bed time... but I'm unable to fall asleep.. I'm looking at a baby lizard that's on the wall.. which is playing hide and seek with me.. Well, spotting a lizard in your house isn't a scary thing.. The horror begins when you can no longer see the lizard.. that's when you are shit scared and wondering where the lizard has disappeared and whether it is crawling on the floor or worse still, whether it's landed on your bed.. presently this baby lizard is hiding behind my guitar that's propped up against the wall.. Guess I won't be catching much sleep tonight.. So this baby lizard along with two other baby lizards have been my company at home during this lockdown period.. I was telling about these three lizards to my friend who said that they must be the same lizard.. And I got into a detailed explaination about how I can identify that they're three different lizards.. My frien

Well it's that time of the year when people profess their undying "love" for their beloved by sharing roses, chocolates, teddy bears and all such "useless" items..(Yes the grapes are sour!).. Anyway,I spent today sharing memes on Valentine's day with other people who also found that the grapes were sour! Heh heh heh.. So we were having this discussion at work where a colleague was telling us that in his younger days his friends and he would have a discussion about how many roses/proposals they got on Valentine's day.. It was a fun discussion.. it took us all down the memory lane and we began to get nostalgic albeit silently not really wanting to share our rather shady memories of Valentine's days in our younger days.. Today, for no particular reason several people came to mind.. A friend who'd been in a long distant relationship with her then boyfriend and now husband, A friend who'd been in a steady relationship with her then boyfriend

So I'm a frequent traveler between Hassan and Bangalore and the Club Class Airavat (Bus) is my preferred mode of transport.. It certainly burns a hole in the pocket because a regular non stop 'kempu' bus ticket would cost jus 200..but then I would have to meet a lot of unpleasant people on the kempu bus and endure their company for a good 4 hours on an uncomfortable bus ride.. Hence the journeys on the "more expensive but comfortable and free from clowns" Airavat.. Normally I spend the journey time trying to catch up on sleep/listening to music/playing Candy crush (Oh yes! I'm still addicted to that game.. lol).. On one such journey a lady happened to be sitting beside me.. I was answering an official call.. Just as I hung up she turned towards me and struck up a conversation with me.. Now all you people who know me closely know how much I hate small talk...and what I hate more is when strangers sitting next to me in the bus, try to start a conversation wi

So for those of you who know me closely, know about my penchant for sarcasm.. I don't miss any opportunity to be sarcastic especially with people who're close to me/those who're acting too cocky and need to be put in their place/those who can understand my brand of humour.. Yeah I say 'brand' because over the years I have mastered the art of dropping a punch line with a straight face.. And I notice people looking at me very intently when I say something.. they're actually trying to ascertain if I'm being serious or if I'm joking.. well you'll never know because I'll never show (my true feelings).. lol.. So I've come across some really silly questions which make for a perfect opportunity to be sarcastic.. But then my mom always told me that if I can't say something nice I should be quiet.. so now you all know why I usually come across as a shy, "quiet" person.. lol Anyway here are some silly questions and my equally silly (

So I'm sure most of you are familiar with the game we usually play during Christmas time called "Secret Santa".. Wherein you pick up the name of some fellow staff member at work and you are their "Secret Santa" and you are supposed to give your "kid" a gift on Christmas.. For various reasons we decided the "gift giving" would be done on New Year's Day.. But the period between Christmas to New Year would be utilized in dropping hints to our respective "kids" and challenge them to guess the identity of their Secret Santa.. In my so many years of playing this game never have I seen a group more sportive than my team at Regional Office at Hassan.. In the true spirit of the game many staff members took time out to buy small gifts/leave notes for their respective "kids".. It was so much fun to watch my colleagues at work receive little gifts/notes from their Secret Santas'.. It was more fun when they were teasing the