Posted by: fixednfinal | May 18, 2011

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…

Something I picked up from the net:

Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional life……

How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks
but then why it gives less happiness….

How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe
but then why there are less people to use them

How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger
But then why there is less hunger…..

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…..

How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on
but then why there are less places to go on……

How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day
but then why its feels like shop is far away…..

How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package
but then why there are less calls & more messages……

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…..

How a general class journey changed to Flight journey
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….

How an old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop
but then why there is less time to put it on……….

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate
But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz.….

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life

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Posted by: fixednfinal | December 21, 2009

Looking back in time

I was born in the mid fifties of the last century. This meant that I spent the cream of my life in the sixties through eighties. While I missed the war, atom bomb and feedom struggle, I did rub shoulders with the likes of  Nehru, Beatles, Vietnam, hippies, moon landing, Emergency and other greats of their times. As life moved on, technology took several quantum jumps and life was never the same. By the turn of the century we led lives which were far removed from those just a decade or two back. Looking back and trying to consolidate that  journey in a few paragraphs has it’s own hazards for one tends to get caught up in a time warp and  end up like a child who has just finished his icecream and is whinning for more.

Nevertheless enjoy the journey through time.

How did one survive growing up in the 60’s and 70’s?
We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…
Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours…
There were no such thing as tamper proof bottle tops…

 Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze… as safety locks were unheard off…
Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…
No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…

And we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill…

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…
We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things …

We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….
It was great fun….

We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…
We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bike…
We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. How? No one knows…
We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn’t anybody’s fault, only ours ….
We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks… yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around….

And if one of us got hold of a bottle of Campa Cola we all had a swig from it & guess what?… Nobody picked up any germs….
We did not have Play Stations, MP3,  I-Pods, Video games, 200 Cable TV channels, DVD’s, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc … BUT, we had lots of friends and REAL FRIENDS!!!!
We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the back and shouted out their names…
We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards…
We played with sticks and stones, played seven tiles, gulli-danda, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, football, cricket in the lanes over and over again…

 We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. …
Most of all, we learned to respect others…

For those of you who are from that generation maybe this musing will help you to forget the stress that surrounds us these days….and just for a few moments put a smile to your faces as you remember what life was really like in the good old days……

For those of you who missed the bus,and came a bit later, there’s no grief for I believe that each era has it’s own greats and you could well write about your own times for the guys who are yet to come of age…

Posted by: fixednfinal | December 18, 2009

Take off

It’s really been quite a while since I viewed things as they were actually not. Quite literally, I tend to look at things at their assigned face value and often end up with my face in the proverbial mud. Each such occurence makes me look more and more sheepish and each time my self-esteem would take a plunge to the troughs. I walk off vowing to myself not to be fooled into a tricky situation again only to be led back to honeysuckle trap again. The cycle is perpetual and only the frequency of its occurence varies with my geographical location.

It’s not that I’m wallowing in self-pity. Far from it. In fact I rate my simplistic view of life as one that is taken from the pinnacle that I had reached some time back. Mere mortals stood in the valleys far below but since it’s often they who rule the roost, life has its own way of getting the last laugh.

Driving in Gurgaon can leave  any one gasping for breath. It used to be bad at the so-called rush hours. Now it’s horrendous at its worst and bad enough the rest of the time. You are expected to maintain only a passable distance between the bumpers and ensure that you thwart all attempts by the car next to you into nudging you into an impossible situation only to take your place in the queue. If you are foolish enough not to step on the gas in time you will be certainly be cut off by the BPO cab guy next to you while he sniggers at you with a contemptuous look in his crafty eyes. The guy in the car behind you will honk his disapproval of your skills and will chose to glide over to the other lane which has fewer nincompoops. While at the destination he may only be a car or two ahead of you, but then that’s beside the point.

This is where I would like to spend the rest of my life. Alas if wishes were horses, we beggars would ride them….

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