The Farewell Day ............................ 22 October 2010 :) Mindtree to EMC2

How many of us have actually made difference in someone's life? ............................................. Small things might not look big so are people, strangers today are friends tomorrow :):):):):)

The farewell day was over unofficially with all other friends of mine in DDG, I had not noticed a change in myself. I was able to mask my emotions for another week with great difficulty for I consoled self that he would be there with us for another week yet. A week later, he had an official send-off party. I was a little disturbed, very soon did I realize that he was leaving all of us and joining a new organization.

Well, a part of my memory just flashed back, It started to flow just like a film reel. It paused at the most beautiful moments we had spent while it fast forwarded few things. I did not understand what was that I missed while my mind played every bit of the incidents that took place in his presence, but I could vaguely remember what was that it had tried to hide from me.

Getting up with a heavy head, early in the morning, I started to take a brisk walk to avoid the conflicts within me, while I constantly kept walking, a part of me just drifted away to the incidence that had occurred just a couple of days back.

My brain just flashed a piece of a movie that was in it's store for me to understand, why was my other friend so emotional the other day while this person had his official farewell, there were droplets of water in his eyes which fought violently and constantly with the heart to release it immediately, while my eyes stole a glance at him with my lips wearing a smile. I asked him, "Hey dumma, why are you sobbing buddy?". He did not whisper either, all he did was put his hand on my head as if he was petting his cute little sister with a grin. 

I did not understand the strange gesture of his then... But now, I knew what it was.......................He was leaving us.

 Yes, when he had put down his papers, I had not felt what I did feel today, tears had not rolled down my cheeks,Like it did the last night while I slept, I just remembered the wonderful moments spent with that person. It was just flashing back and forth my memory.

The tea-time breaks/the cafeteria/the idlis/the aunty's kitchen chats/the roadside samosas and tea/the chocolates he bought/the smile he was adorned with/the scoldings I got while he was unwell/the teasings/the Matte Mungaaru movie we watched with Pruthvi beside us sitting clenching his teeth :):) the troubleshooting job he did/the way he had sided all of us in one of the worst meetings we had/his silent way of admiring beauty and criticizing the page three personalities/and The agony aunt trip I had with him when I was in a grey mood.   What not????? 

I just thought, I knew a couple of months back that he wouldn't be amidst us by the end of October, the reality existed way back, but I guess I had masked the emotions within myself, till I got down the car on Saturday night after we came back home from a movie and slept with heavy heart and tear filled eyes trying to understand what strange emotion it was.

The last day here is  already over while the first day at your new firm is eager to embrace you.New environment, new assignments, new task. Everything is as new and fragile as a new born.

Wish you all the best :) and yes......"WE MISS U A LOtttttzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

BESTEST PART OF EVERYBODY's LIFE :):):):):):):)

Yeh Dosti :):):):)

Some things, few places,handful of people not just catch your eyes they also print an impression on your heart leaving the fond memories lingering all the time making you happy whenever you think about it or them.

Not everyone are special, not all can cross your mind and grab your attention. You can not build the bridge of trust, love and affection with everyone and vice versa.

Sometimes the mechanism of our heart and brain just fascinates me to know more about them, but that's real insanity. The heart is a fist size and how does it allocate the space to each and everyone who gives an entry in your life. It's so amazing that our heart can also discrete between the special permissions, full control, partial control depending on the people :):):):) It's really not funny if I say that our heart must have learnt mathematics the moment it starts it's work for the first time when we are all in our mom's warm bag.

"How did I make friends with you?", I have always hated you and you have been my worst enemy all time but now I can never imagine sitting beside you hand in hand, teasing, making fun of you and unfortunately you are my best friend :):):) Most of the times, we end up with people ;whom we think we are incompatible with. How??
"How could that be possible?"
"How can I start liking a person whom I did not earlier?", "Am I crazy or is the opposite person driving me insane".

"I never spoke to you earlier and now we have become such thick friends".

We come across people from various walks of life, different culture,different religion,different country,opposite sex, sometimes we make pen friends whom we may never meet throughout our life yet the love and affection lasts forever.

Most of the relationships we make and try to maintain has some restrictions, boundaries and limitations. Why is friendship not designed accordingly? Nine out of ten times we do not hesitate to reveal the most important decision or a secret of our life to a friend but the same does not occur in any other relationships.

The last bench noise-makers, mass bunk, quarrel to gain half a mark in the examinations,exchange of cold stares, Adam and eve teasing, hide and seek, common toilets, common plates, snatching chocolate from each other's mouth, the adolescence love stories, the trips we went together, screaming, yelling, singing non-rhythmically, tapping our feet to the dance numbers. Despite all this, there is something called "BETWEEN FRIENDS" which never fades off. 

Endless nonsense, anytime disturbance, the most PRIVILEGED,group chatting in the name of group studies, hand in hand,winking at each other,cracking the most dirtiest jokes,laughing at the horrible poor joke;just not to make you feel sad, the gossiping, the birthday bumps,late night chats, calls, 12:00 wishes,accommodating each other, caring,boundless love and affection, the hugs and the weeping part when we depart from each other, when the life road takes a deviation due to various reasons and circumstances........

We all definitely have such wonderful gems who have the resistance to tolerate the most wicked, bad,evil us. Treasure them, they are worthy :):):):) irreplaceable by any other means or ways.:):):):)

This small piece of my writing is dedicated to the people whom I consider as, "THE BEST THINGS" happened to me :):):):) Yes..... To my FRENZZZZZZZZZZ :):):):):)I love you all :):):):):):)

"Friends are people who can love you much better than a lover does", was one of the quote written by my friend Hari to me during my college days. He left me mesmerized with those words and till date it brings a curve on my lips leaving a drop of tear in my eyes. How true is that?

Life takes different turns, we meet different people and the heart allocates some amount of space depending on the feelings we have towards the person. How wonderful is God's creation :):):):).Hats off to him :):):):)

This connection of friendship might not be through blood, but the feelings friends share between them is beyond the world's imagination.Never miss an opportunity to smile when you bump into someone, you may never know what are you banking :):):):)

God created relatives but he gave us the ultimate option of choosing the best buddies :)

Three cheers to all my buddies :):):)Love ya all :):):):):)

Let me end this small write-up :):):) with the lovely lines :):):)

"Ye dosti hum nahi todenge
Todenge dum magar tera saath na chhodenge
Ye dosti hum nahi todenge
Todenge dum magar tera saath na chhodenge"................................ :):):):)

LOVELY ARRANGED/ARRANGED LOVELY

“Yes, I like you and I want to get married to you and I care a damn to whoever opposes”.

“Oh god, what do I do, my parents are denying to get me married to my Lady Love”.

Hello Mrs.Mathur, “Is your daughter/son’s an arranged marriage or a love marriage?”

“Oh, I guess this must be an arranged cum love marriage, look at the couple they are so happy”.

All the above sentences are the most common ones we get to hear most of the times from people who are dying to get married or from the crowd who attend marriages.

The first sentence mentioned above, I guess; is spoken out of frustration and such people who can really survive either kill themselves or the opposition party to achieve what they want. But, I guess it does not fulfill the criteria JJJ Kill yourself, No marriage; “YOU DO NOT EXIST”, Kill Others, No marriage; “PRISON EXISTS” JJJJJ

The second one comes out of helplessness; such people either give up or convince their parents, well and good if the latter happens JJJ lived happily, ever-after scene JJ

Just look at sentence three, it really is disgusting; lady might have come for the wedding bare-handed to satisfy hunger and quench thirst with a delicious and a sumptuous meal, why should she even be bothered about the wedding? Why can’t she just mind her bloody business and get out is what most of the parents feel internally; however there is a fake smile exhibited with some words which may really not satisfy our pot-bellied guest.

The fourth and the last one is a little acceptable, people are actually enjoying the party accompanied with few comments.

There are people who elope with their Prince charming or Lady Love, get married try convincing their parents and lead a happy life. Few are the scenarios where the family turns out to be the happiest family as soon as a grand-child is born. Some of such situations might turn out to be fruitful and some a nightmare if the parents belong to our Hitler Hero’s clan or if they start to emotionally torture their children to get their egos satisfied. (This applies both to kids and parents).

Few instances might be fruitful while the rest a nightmare; either leaving behind dissatisfied set of parents or the couple.

Why does this always happen? There are tons of quotes and proverbs that are still famous; they were all created by our ancestors and fore-fathers. Are the quotations created are meant to be used only in theory and while writing essays to improve our language skills? Why can’t the same be applied practically?

This is the most popular quote said by all and followed by less, “Marriages are made in Heaven” and I guess this is something that is not followed practically. Why is this happening? Is it because our ancestors have forgotten the quote they made or is the younger generation who fail to understand the pulse of their parents?

Ancestors :):):):

Parents think and discuss that their children are now grown ups and they are out of their reach; their decisions mean nothing to them and the respect they had  towards us has all vanished in thin air. They earn a lot and yes, the generation is now changed completely.

Children, on the other end sit and think, “My parents say that I am a grown-up but why are they deciding on my behalf”.  Views about me change depending on their convenience. This is the problem of the older generation.

Do you think, blaming each other or the generation would solve our riddle?

Why don’t we start to keep life simple, why don’t we try to solve our brain tickler in a better and a simple way? JJJJJJJ

One Mantra SOLUTION FOR ALL PROBLEMS JJJJJNo matter, however the marriages are done, love cum arranged or vice versa:

We should all realize and never forget that “MARRIAGES ARE MADE IN HEAVEN” so they should definitely be 

“LOVELY ARRANGED or ARRANGED LOVELY”.

"LIFE OR PEACEFUL LIFE"

Electronics and Communication; wow, this is something for which I always longed for, finally I am into this stream after two years of constant hard work, sometimes merit and sometimes money plays an important role.  Man, my dad wanted me to be an Electronics engineer and here I am dad made engineer J is something common you get to hear from the youngsters.

Not all of them would have an inclination towards technology, may be out of some pressure of constrains they might have opted to be an engineer and I am one such. Fortunately, I am completely not an engineer, but yes a smaller version to it. I could never understand the flow of electrons. Being a last bencher, fortunately I had an opportunity to sit beside the window and observe the beauty of nature. Also sometimes, I had a chance to understand the law of nature:)

An old college with large space is always an added advantage to a last bench student like me  especially ,if  the campus is a vast greenery filled open space with a couple of stone benches which helps the civil stream students to perform a better survey of girls sitting on the benches flaunting around.J

Lecturers came in, delivered their usual lectures on various subjects, while I sat looking outside at the chirping birds, the dogs who wandered carelessly and sometimes at the rain that poured heavily with no control and the puddle that formed after the heavy shower. The green leaves and the droplets on them amused me. They had no restrictions, no boundaries or never did they wait for somebody’s command to do what they wanted to do it. “The nature is so amazing and it has no end”, was a remark made by my buddy during college days while I jumped on the puddle making him dirty. He never felt bad instead; he always smiled at me wiping away the dirt I made while I giggled with joy while I asked, “Hey, don’t you feel bad for what I do?”

We never found an answer, but the joy of playing in rain always remained and the debris got cleared on its own.

Those moments has become a part of my life and has remained as fresh as a new born baby who rejoices after coming out of his mom’s warm womb to her delicate hands. This makes me nostalgic and sad at times. When I sit back and think, “Where did all the fun and joy disappear?”

“Was it us who had that fun, or is it someone in disguise?”

“What is that which is keeping us away from all the little happiness and joy we had and shared with our friends?”

Guess, they were really the golden days of life, had I been a magician, I would have casted a magic spell to keep rewinding the joyous moments all the time. Guess, I lost the magic wand before I made any use of :):):) and guess God knew what I would have done with it.

While in school, I sat with my friends and classmates dreaming about the college, a day came when I completed my school and landed in a college where I sat thinking about job and work place, colleagues, opportunities, growth, name, fame, a luxurious life with huge perks etc.

Yes, the dream is now fulfilled but, I am caught in an endless loop of unanswered questions which always bothers me, finally gets dropped and sometimes lost in the midst of hectic engagements, assigned targets to be met; however, the question still keeps running constantly at the background. 

Is getting into a job and making a livelihood, the most remarkable, significant and the most important chapter of life?

Is this what I dreamt about?

The answer would definitely be a “NO”. We all want to achieve name, reach fame, agreed but is it possible without any hassles? Does life change after we start being professionals?

While we dream about the NAME and FAME we completely forget the main ingredient of one’s life.

“PEACE”

Let’s all get into the imaginary world for a minute, “I have an offer letter in my hand with a seven digit pay cheque every month, person who hired us shall definitely pose a question, “Well, you are now selected and five years down the line where would you love to see yourself or what do you desire to have or be the most?” Ninety nine percent out of hundred would definitely say; Well, I want to be a manager, I want to own a car, have a home , my plans are different, not decided so on and so forth. How many of us have ever uttered a word “PEACEFUL LIFE” well, let’s forget uttering, that would become a little difficult for a person who has such a fat pay cheque in his hand, at least thinking about that word. Bet, no one does.

While in schools and college we had grading system, cursing it all the time and thinking there is nothing as such in office, why don’t we just start working was something which we all thought, but who knows that the grading systems in school is a heaven than the system that is followed at work place. 

Differentiation/Under-estimating one's skills/Politics/Gossips are a few criteria on the marks sheet and people should satisfy all the criteria to grow. One should never forget that every individual has is incomparable with others. Why do we have to torture others and get a sadistic pleasure out of it?

There are many people whom we meet day in and day out spending most of their time in an AC accommodated multinational skyscrapers with less interaction to humans and more with the human made computers. There are technologies that have mesmerised humans and unfortunate is that we being humans completely give in to those technological gadgets even before an effort of realization of who is the creator. 

We deal with people who are from various walks of life, all are unique, and everybody is different. At the end of the day, we should not only concentrate on having a luxurious Life, we should be sure of how to remain at “PEACE “without causing damage happiness of self and others.

Once you have a peaceful life, you would never want to have anything and that is the thirst one should always think of quenching. 

“Dreams to touch the sky are always made at ground level” Keep dreaming and recollect your most joyous moments of life like the way you dirtied your friend but still had a smile on both of your faces.

"Live and Let Live" Make your life joyous every moment and spread joy everywhere :) Not at all times you get a chance to make someone’s life beautiful.Life is a short journey and we should learn to spread love and happiness as much as possible.

DIL ------------ MIL :):):):)

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It was a general discussion of marriage and the changes that occurs post-marriage, good and bad aspects of a marriage were being debated. One of my colleague mentioned, “I am really thankful to God that there is no chaos in my family and I am leading a peaceful life, you won’t believe me, my parents treat my wife as their own daughter and vice versa, I am really lucky”. As we were discussing, few thoughts were provoking me at the background. I went back home and thought over it again and I had these two questions to be answered.

"Why did my colleague explicitly mention the above words?"

"Why do mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law have differences of opinion?"

We must have all seen an email that speaks about different roles of a girl, it flawlessly flaunts about a girl and her roles as a mother, sister, daughter, lover, wife etc. Is it not the same to guys as well? They have similar roles to be played. If a girl can play a role of a daughter so does a guy, he is a son, a brother, a father, a grand-father so on and so forth but we have never seen such an e-mail in circulation.

We have all heard about a girl getting married, she leaves her parents goes to her in-laws place. Each and every married lady I have come across has always delivered the same speech, “Being a lady, we have to learn the art of compromise and we should never let our parents down”. They also have some common complaints, “My husband does not listen to me, he is a disciple of his mother and she rules the home and she is a dictator”.

One of my friends got married recently, she visited my home. After sometime, I asked her about her married life and how is she doing? She started off the story with a positive note and immediately after two or three seconds she started the usual complaining process as all others. “I am into a new relationship, it’s a new experience and people have so many expectations from me, it’s better to be born a guy. I just fail to meet it and my husband also takes the opponent’s party.” I interrupted her in between and I asked her, “Hey, tell me honestly, Are you the only person who is into a new relationship? Is it only you who is trying to compromise all the time? Have you even for a second thought about your husband? My friend was stunned, she was mad with rage for I had taken her husband’s side.

Well, this is neither a male dominated society nor a female oriented. If a lady has a role to be played as a mother, daughter, sister etc. it is equally true that a guy also has similar roles to play. If she is trying to adjust to a new environment it holds good even for the guy, he would also be trying to compromise with his in-laws and it is a new family to him as well. Just that, he does not have to leave his parents and go, other than that everything applies to his life as well.

When a child takes birth it is pre-dominantly cared by mothers (women), irrespective of genders. Every child would definitely be influenced by their parents; especially by mothers. Moms have a dominant role to be played in any child’s life. Generally sons are much attached to their mom. To a certain age, a guy will always look upon his mother for everything as she is the only important lady in his life and she takes the prominence of being a first priority for everything. His mother is the only lady who will have all the rights on her son till he gets married and that is ideally true.

After a guy gets married, he brings his wife home. This is the actual torture phase which most of our men are going through. The atmosphere would be pretty calm till the day of competition starts. It makes him realize that he is now shared by two most important women of his life, (mother and wife). One is the reason for him being alive and the other his life-partner. Both ladies start to quarrel for their right. Mother says, “He is my son and I am his first priority”. Wife says,” Well, he was your son till I came and now he is my husband and I am his first priority”. We already have the "Ladies first principle strange is that here we have another set of principle :):):):) Same

The general and initial reaction of any child would be to console the mother. When I say child, it is irrespective of the genders. The guy also does the same; he goes to his mother and tries to calm her down. Later, he approaches his wife and does the same till his temper reaches the peak wrecking a happy family.

Is it the complexion that provokes the wife to do all this or is it the insecurity or the fear of losing makes mothers behave this way?????

Whatever is the behavior and whose ever is it does not matter, the sufferer is neither just a husband nor a wife, but it is the whole family. The couple should always understand the significance of the role and should balance it accordingly in both the houses. Parents are always parents and they always occupy the first position in any child’s life.

Chains do not hold a marriage together.  It is threads; hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years. It is just a mutual understanding and working towards it which helps us to maintain a good relationship.

This question still haunts me :):):):)

“Why does the incompatibility always exist between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, why not between a son-in-law and a father-in-law?????????????????????????? Funny isn’t it??????? :):):)

When mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are abbreviatedJJJ, we get the most beautiful word :):):)“DIL MIL” Let’s all join hands to drive the “DIL MIL” mission to have a happy family :):):)

Strange but Truuuueeeee :)

I sometimes wonder why do mothers beat their kid after they have fallen down......... Today as I was crossing the street, I saw a kid aged about two/two and a half year old... He was happily walking with his mother who was holding his hand. All of a sudden he tripped on a stone and fell off. He started to scream his lungs off and the worried mother picked up the crying kid. I stood there watching the affection of that mother towards that crying kid... within a wink of an eye there was something horror waiting for me which I did not realize.... The lady lifted her kid and started abusing the kid accompanied with beatings......... I was stunned for a moment, I waited for five minutes for the lady to stop but the abusiveness of the mother went on... I intervened to stop the frustrated mother..... I went close to her ......the intensity of her voice started to prick my ears..... I closed my ears with both my hands, gave a gentle tap on the lady's back. She immediately looked at me with rage and asked me.... What?????????? I looked straight into her eyes and asked her, "I have a doubt". The lady replied, "What is that?", by then the kid had stopped whining and was keen to know who this stranger was and where did she actually come from?????? I smiled at her, "Is he your son?", I asked her. She said, Yes, Why???. I started walking off .... (I knew she would call me back, human tendency .. :):):):) ) I created the curiosity and pretended to walk off.... expecting the lady to call me ...... :):):):) As my interpretation, she called me, I jumped out with joy (not literally :):):):) ), I looked back pretending if I was new to the entire scenario.... I asked her, "Oh! are you calling me???????"  She said, "Yes, I am calling you". Oh alright, "How may I help you madam, I asked her with a sarcastic expression on my face". She was already upset with her son's attitude and now her temperament was out of control. with complete rage, she told me... "Yes, he is my son and why the hell did you ask me that?, I want to know the reason right now?".

I looked at her and told her..... Madam, please calm down.. I questioned you as I was standing and watching the entire episode of you and your son ...... I was enthralled looking at your love, care and affection that you actually showed to the fallen kid and immediately after two seconds your reaction towards the kid changed entirely.... I was shocked, it was unbelievable ..... The lady listened to me quietly... I went on... Now can you clarify one small doubt of mine, I asked her ; our frustrated lady had already calmed down almost :):):) She said, yes go ahead..... I asked her, "You knew the kid fell off, he is hurt, you tried helping the kid for a second and all of a sudden you forgot about that and started abusing the kid...Why was the latter reaction of yours so different from the former one???????? There was dead silence between me and the mother for a couple of seconds and she broke the silence.... Hmmmm.... I have no clue............ and she was guilty. I understood her emotions and apologized; "Well, kindly excuse-me.... This is something I have always tried figuring out but never had a chance to get it clarified... Fortunately or unfortunately, i had a chance to speak to you.. Anyways, thanks for your time.". I gazed at the kid... He was happily smiling again.. I bid good-bye to both the mother and the kid and started again towards my destination......

Something to think :):):):)

Guess, you have all come across such a situation atleast once in your lifetime.... Have you ever thought about the latter reaction of our mothers'????? Is it to keep the kid secured or is that the way she expresses her love or what is it?????????????? I tried finding it out from my mother..... All she did .......... GAVE ME A BIG SMILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :):):):):):):):):)

3D's :):):):):):)

As the saying goes :) "It's the constant and determined effort that breaks down all resistance and sweeps away all obstacles".......... We have many obstacles in life but one thing which we all should know is, "How do I find a solution for this problem and how do I grow up in life?".

Well, this makes me nostalgic and I am drawn back from my present to earlier days of my childhood"

I was in standard IX when this incidence took place............I was the most naughtiest and mischievous kid amongst the fifty students. Our class teacher was the most kind-hearted person I had ever seen. He loved kids and I was his favorite student. Being a miniature in height, I had the privilege to be seated in the first row and was expected to stay attentive throughout the class...... (which is actually the most tedious task :):)). My teacher always gazed at me while delivering his lecture to the entire class.He taught us Mathematics and Science. I had a flair towards Science however, the numbers confused me a bit, that annoyed my teacher a lot. The syllabus for the first month got over and we all had to undergo an evaluation. The tests ended and everyone in the class awaited for results while I got scared about my Mathematics marks. Our mathematics teacher came in and he started reading out the marks in the descending order. I sat still waiting for my marks; and finally my waiting came to an end, my teacher looked at me and read out loudly, Brunda 18 out of 35 and threw my test paper at me. I was ashamed, I kept quiet for a couple of days ad did not even speak to my teacher. Later, in the afternoon, he walked up to me and kept his hands on my head and said,"Oye buddy, you are a special student of mine and I had never expected this from you, I am really disappointed by your performance". Later, his behavior towards me was normal and I saw the same lovable teacher again, He has remained the one of my favorite teachers of all time. My score in mathematics remained an average for instance, 70's and 80's.

Class X: My mathematics teacher changed and my love towards that subject had depleted even more as we had to study theorems and algebra in class X.Geometry is something which I can't understand till date specially the measurements always drove me crazy. Well, this teacher of mine was a little insane I should say, but an expertise in his field. His teaching was excellent. He was a short man with one hand folded back and his continuous speech made me go even more mad and he taught weird combination of Mathematics and Social Studies.Here is a small story which made me learn mathematics and play with numbers.He had asked us to write "The Pythagoras theorem", thrice for home-work and I had forgotten to write and as a school sports representative, I had the privilege of staying back within the school building while everyone else gathered in ground to offer their morning prayers. I quickly thought of writing but something crossed over my mind and I found a classmate of mine sitting in class without attending prayer session, I took undue advantage of him being in class, I threatened him, "Hey, if you do not write this for me, I shall take you to principal for not attending the prayer session". He said, Please, do not do that, I shall write your home-work. (Our principal was a nasty lady who had the habit of beating students black and blue). He finished my home-work and handed-over my book and pen, I gave him a chocolate and thanked him, I also apologized for my rude behavior. He smiled at me and said, that's alright, You are my friend after all. I went inside the class-room. Sharp 10:00 am our mathematics teacher came inside and started off with his teaching. He took out his attendance register and started calling off the names and in the same order collected the home-work copies. Everybody handed-over their copies and he started off with the class. He stopped teaching in between, started to call all of us one after another to check if we all had written the home-work by our own. He asked us to write the theorem on the black board and I failed to write. I stretched my hand forward and I had one and two :):):):):) One on the left and the other on the right :):):) ..... I cried in shame and came back home, later my mother was called for a parents teachers meeting, my mathematics teacher was also present and he said, "Your daughter just studies and fails to remember things,she is incapable of thinking logically". My mom immediately responded back with full force, "Excuse-me Sir, I agree that my daughter is weak in mathematics but I completely disagree to the statement which you made, I bet she can think logically and she is capable enough to crack your problems."

She came back home and I wept badly and I thought of proving myself right, My annual exams were getting close and I locked up myself in the room close to 6-7 hours solving the toughest problems. The day came and I was there seated in a room with a pen and a sheet of paper waiting for the question paper, it was 9:30 am while the question paper was given and at 12:00pm the questions were all solved and I handed over the answer sheet to my class supervisor, my maths teacher looked at me with surprise and asked me, "Hey Brunda, you are out so early, I suspect if you will even get a passing marks of 35, You should have waited, somebody at the end would have atleast helped you to get 60 marks and laughed". I smiled back and told him, "Sir, I shall speak after the results are out and walked off the school premises." Finally, after two months of waiting the results were out, I ran to the nearest cyber center and read out my hall ticket number to the guy, i stared at the monitor screen, my heart beat rate increased and the page downloaded slowly,I folded my hands and had closed my eyes and waited anxiously " The guy said, 86% bandide bidamma, distinction nindu :):):) (you have passed out with 86%, distinction) , I jumped out with joy, I looked at my maths marks and I had got 93 marks out of hundred. I ran back home, hugged mom and called up dad to inform my result.

Later, I went to school, looked for my mathematics teacher, he looked at me and smiled and asked, "Did you get thirty-five atleast Brunda?????" I said, "Thank-you for driving myself to gain confidence and prove myself Sir, I am glad that I found a wonderful teacher like you and also I am thankful to you". He was a little confused and as I held the marks-sheet close to him and pointed out to my mathematics marks, he gazed at it with full concentration and surprise. He looked at me again and finally said, Congratulations Brunda, You have the potential.......and I was wrong in measuring it.

I was happy not because of making my teacher realize my potential but making me understand and discover my caliber.

Incidence 1: He was my favorite teacher, but he was unable to drive the potential in me to

get the marks however, in the second incidence, the teacher humiliated me to prove me wrong and he was confident that I was incapable of proving him right.

Lessons learnt: You should always love a person but at the same time ensure that his growth does not get hampered.

Humiliation is the best lesson.

Criticism works and you can definitely grow :):) and prove that you are capable of doing the most impossible thing.

Last ting, We should always be concerned of proving ourselves right instead of proving others wrong.

My teacher,(mentioned in the first incidence of this post) always told us:

Life is successful with 3 D's.

DISCIPLINE,DEDICATION and DETERMINATION.

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"The 13 Days Experience" Wockhardt... The Fortis Group.....

Everything was smooth till ...........26th February early morning around 4:30 a.m.... I heard a scream from my parents bed-room.... For two seconds it sounded like a stranger screaming on the road and it was pretty late when I actually figured out, where exactly was the loud noise constantly coming from? I then recognized ... It was my mom screaming to the top of her voice.... My mother screamed again louder than before, the sound waves travelling with much higher intensity this time...... "Chinni, hurry up..Your dad is acting really strange....Something has happened to him... Oh god! What has happened to him???? I rushed into the place and was stunned to look at my dad lying almost dead with cold and stiff body... unconscious state..... The most helpless situation i ever saw my MOM was that morning....... Trying to wake her unconscious husband who was trying his hard to breathe..... We got a glass of water and splashed over dad's face, tried doing a chest compression (though it was not perfect)...when everything was a failure ... after 4 or 5 minutes of our constant efforts to wake dad up....tried bringing mom aside and with shivering hands picked up my cell phone and dialed 102 and that is when I realized why people curse Government employees...... The number got connected and fortunately I heard a voice and the conversation went on.....

Me: Hello Sir, My dad is unwell, Could you please send me an ambulance immediately?

Guy: Madam, what is your name?

Me: Brunda

Where are you calling from?

Me: Dattatreyanagar

Guy: How are you related to the person who requires an ambulance?

Me: He is my dad Sir... (almost in tears)

Guy: Madam, which is closest landmark to your home?

Me: Yogeeshwara apartment

Guy: How old is the person?

Me: He is about 65 years and will you now send me the ambulance (In complete frustration and helplessness)

Guy: Madam, How is the person related to you?

Me: ******** banged the phone

Wasted almost 2 minutes... caught in an endless loop of questions...... banged the phone and called the neighbours..... found an Indica parked outside... and with the help of a neighbour (whom we all do not even notice at times) managed to take dad out of the home...... Took him to the 3 closest hospitals possible.....Hospital 1: Closed.... Hospital 2: Doctors refusing to touch dad who almost was fighting hard to breathe..... Hospital 3: A doctor, approximately aged around 55-60 came out of the hospital, looked at dad and looked at me, mom and my cousin.... Took me aside and whispered, "I suspect your dad has a massive heart-attack".... This hospital is not sophisticated enough to take care of him... I request you to take him to the city's finest hospitals..... (Jayadeva Institute of Cardiology or Wockhardt) .... The call was mine... Looked at dad... Dad was dying hard to breathe....Touched dad's hand and placed my left ear on dad's chest, I could hear his heart beat..... Eyes opened completely..... Unconscious..... I decided to take dad to wockhardt for I had an instinct that he is not suffering from a heart problem........ We boarded the ambulance near the third hospital....... Took dad straight to Wockhardt... (Bannerghatta road)...We reached the emergency ward and the duty doctor immediately attended dad ...it was close to 5:30 am..... Me and brother (My uncle's son) waiting in the ward with mom and my cousin waiting outside for the news.... Dad was taken for a CT scan, test got over but dad had a severe seizure .... Doctor called me in...... and the conversation went on for sometime ,knowing about dad's medical history..... and then he told me that ... dad needs to be in I.C.U ... the doctor's diagnosis was dad had some problem with his brain and hence he was unconscious.......... I went out.. looked at mom ..gave her the most feeble and fake smile I could have ever given and told her.. "Hedrbeda amma...auru hushaar aagtaare....." (Don't worry mom, he will be alright)... walked out of the reception... called up one of the best friends who could have helped me at that time to know about the insurance policies...... After I spoke to him, went behind an ambulance.... and wept..................

I.C.U (10:00 - 10:30 a.m)

Dad with the red and black robe..... with tubes flowing all over his body.... lay calm on the bed... I went inside, the foul smell from I.C.U hit my nose, made me nauseatic... Got inside the room..... there were close to 60 patients .. everyone with different problems ...One had a heart problem..the other one with a kidney problem...etc etc..... Dad was one amongst them... The room was surrounded with beds and in the middle of the patients a panel of doctors assigned to patients along with their nurses and boys were seated starring at the monitors that displayed different graphs and waves.... I first went to dad...observed the monitors, tubes, needles, plasters,readings displayed on monitors... held dad's hand.... two drops of my tears fell on his hand... tears rolled down from dad's left eyes...he held my hand tight....... i called him..... Dad did not respond..... called him once, twice, thrice.... no response..... the fourth time... dad tried opening his eye... I was glad, by then I was called by the doctor who attended dad.....

Doctor : Hi, May I know your relationship with Mr. Nagaraj?

Me: He is my father, doctor (wiping the tears off from my cheeks)

Doctor: Well madam, Your dad has a massive stroke and there is an infarction in the brain and according to the neurologist's opinion your dad needs a lot of time to recover depending on his prognosis level...

Me: Could you please simplify ??? Will dad recover or not???

Doc: It is too early to draw a conclusion... You can speak to the neurologist later..

Me: Alright, thanks doctor....

Same things went on till day 10... Dad was on ventilators....life supporting equipments which made no progress at all... Dad never responded to any medicines.... Ventilators had already affected dad's lungs and he had already accumulated Flem and he had developed lungs infection.....Dad was still in I.C.U and we were already called in to decide on whether keeping dad on ventilators or not. I had decided to fight and had asked the doctors to accommodate dad with artificial respiratory systems....

Most of the times, i was confused as I did not understand the medical terms and the jargons that was used in medical field and never got my questions answered till there was a pressure created by all the external forces and when I saw dad.... on the 10th day in I.C.U with his hands tied up like an animal.... I cried and screamed at doctors.... I was taken to a room and the doctors again started their foreign language..... I said, " Stop this ... enough of treating a human-being like an animal" ... Why have you tied his hands up????? What's wrong with him.???? I need answers clearly in a language which I can understand... I am no doctor to understand your jargons and terms...... Do you understand?

Panel of doctors: Yes madam, we do......

Let me explain.. came a voice from the group:

Point 1: He is your dad and it is natural to have an emotional fit like this.... He has a massive stroke and 75% of his brain is dead due to insufficient blood flow and blockage in the artery.This is known as ischemic stroke, and the infarction which we are talking is the swelling of brain around the clot.

Point 2: Survival chance of your dad is too less, he is not responding to any medicine since the time he was admitted and the ventilators have already been removed once to check if he can breathe on his own and that has been proven wrong, he cannot sustain as his brain has completely lost the control over his body.

Point 3: Keeping him on ventilators would only make you satisfied, you feel he is breathing but that is not how the procedures are, A person with such a massive stroke can survive till 14 days... If the person is out of I.C.U on the 6th or 7th day of his admission the chances of him surviving is much more than a person who is in the I.C.U beyond that time period.

Point 4: If at all, your dad survives, he is going to be like a vegetable.. he will never be able to talk/motionless/brain dead.. In simple terms Coma.... Would you be able to digest such a scenario?

Point 5: Keeping him in I.C.U will complicate things further for him as well as you all.. and i as a person do not recommend to keep your dad in I.C.U......

Now, the decision is all yours... you along with your family members sit and decide if the ventilators needs to be taken off completely and should he be shifted to ward......

We decided and got dad shifted to ward. ward 774...... His health started to deteriorate and slowly he developed lungs infection...he started breathing very rapidly.... Mom stayed with him all the time while I stayed till late evening and returned back home to sleep.....

"The JUDGEMENT DAY"

Dad lay unconscious ... in a much deteriorated condition...nephrologist visited dad... saw mom... called her aside... "Neeven aagbeku eeurge" (relationship with the patient please)....Mom said, I am his wife... How many kids do you have and where do they live? I have 2 daughters and they both live here in Bangalore... Please, call them immediately... He might die in any moment......

Mom, a patient herself.... came out of the ward...sat in the lobby helplessly...... dialed my brother's number...informed him.... I went to the hospital at 1:30 pm... Mom looked pale... I could sense something phishy but was not sure... Dropped the lunch box and went inside the ward to look at dad..... He looked more dull and dark... He had reduced drastically.... I sat outside with mom holding her hand trying to console her.... not knowing the fact of what doctor had told her in the morning..... It was close to 8:00 pm when I again went inside to look at dad.... Me and mom went inside... dad had completely closed his eyes by then.... after sometime he tried his level best and opened both the eyes.... Looked at me and mom for one last time............ I cried and walked off from the hospital begging mom to allow me to stay with her while she refused constantly... I hugged dad one last time...kissed his forehead and reluctantly walked off from the hospital...............................................................

I reached home and at 9:45 p.m I got a phone call... All alone at home.... My uncle hesitantly asked me ...... "When did it happen????"... I answered back: What happened??? Uncle: Where are you??? Me: I am at home.... Uncle: Oh okay..nothing.... and disconnected the call....

Very late did we realize that dad's movements in the hospital and on our way to hospital was all involuntary....he was brain-dead....

I had sensed ......I knew....... My dad was never going to be the same if at all he survives............


I rushed back to hospital........................

Finally, the sleepless 13 days were over for both dad and us ..............................................................

DAD SLEPT THAT DAY (25th FEB 2010) AND HE FORGOT TO WAKE UP..........HE SLEPT FOREVER LEAVING THE UNFORGETTABLE AND FOND MEMORIES SHARED WITH HIM

Love you dad..........

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