Programmed Devices

I did not realize i came towards wrong side this is not where i need to go.. Well may be my habit of going to MRT side everyday..then again some other day when i woke up in the morning with alarm i started thinking about time i will take for every activity to prepare office that is normal part of my day to day routine...i know many instances when my mother will call my sister's name without realizing the fact she is not at home everyday at same time..
Then i realize repeated action of sone particular thing will train the mind in such a way that you give him the clue it will start working in a particular fashion.
Same is true for your mind 's tilt towards brighter or darker side of picture,
People who are conditioned to think in positive way they always react in particular way and another set of people you can easily predict how will be there take on this.
I realize man is full of emotions thats true but work like a programmed device too.

Wanderer !!

Yeah again after a really long time i opened my blog..been 10 months..
But it does not mean i have become lazy but again i have big excuse of time.☺️☺️
Well in this period my life has already changed i have already left Mauritius end of last year then had been transitory sojourn in India for few month and got married and again i have settled in another land far far from my family.
I dont have any regret as i understand this is part of life every human juat complete a cycle of change and two times cant be same.
One of most disciplined and advanced nation in South East Asia-Singapore yes it is!!
And i am finishing my third month with my life partner.
This country can really boast with one of most professionally managed infrastructure and center of many multinational companies with its efficient work force.
And here comes me who has just joined a  company to work.
Yes its bad but i m in my office n writing it here 😜😜😜
Its been almost 3-4 days i am still waiting for my colleague to give me some work but she is not present today.
So i thought to utilize my time in sharing my thoughts..so where i was ??
Yes my life has changed drastically personal and professional as well !!
I am trying to adjust myself with this change and i am liking the change because i know its good.
When i returned i thought its really high time i need to settle down so that i dont need to listen a lecture from my parents and relatives about advantages of marriage.
There is always a risk associated with wedding its your preferences that will change and also your career that you have to start again.
Its been bit tough in both the ways and yes i have already started my new journey.
Now i am down of my building for lunch and can see people around me here and there.
A blend of cultures and food and no worries you have a choice 😊😊
Approx 1/4th of population is made up from immigrants all over the world that makes it more beautiful. Those people who have come here to challenge their own limits out of their comfort zone for the sake of future.
All are wanderers.. Today here and tomorrow dont know... Their passport says they belong to some nationality but mind says " out from their homeland to be wanderer in chase of dreams.
(11th Aug 2014  12:25 pm)

Ink pen

 I was just reading a very cute cartoon series  on facebook ..it was about our childhood memories how small things were so important and exciting for us.Now we have many big things but that joy and excitement we want it back again that was always present in having those small things.

Like our first ink pen experience..When we passed our junior classes and came into senior classes we were told that next year we can use ink pen instead of pencil..it was one of most discussed topic of our class..and such a wow feeling that next year we will be senior..Then finally came our next year and our parents were busy in buying new books and notebooks and stationary including our first ink pen..My sister Illu and me being in the same class were very excited and we went to a stationary shop to choose our special pen..After going through many models finally we selected two amazing pen of our life i selected red and my sister black..I dont remember the nib color whether it was golden or silver..And surely ink pot was sure to buy as those days it was common practice to buy ink pot with ink pens..
Very pleasant experience for us but not for mamma as when we used to return back from school our dress was having so many ink spots and my teeth also full of ink.. ..Whenever ink was low or it was not working fine and i will try to suck the ink to pump it well into the pen..and i got bluetooth ;) ;)

We were allowed to use only blue ink but we used to mix different ink colors to see how it looks on notebook...Then started our engineering skills how can we make ink pen at home only..a group of kids started doing research and finally somebody gave us an idea and we landed in garbage of medical..yes becoz idea was that injection body and ink pen body both can work in similar fashion after few changes.So we collected those injections and filled inks in that and also made removed our nibs from pend to make it work and surely it worked..And we were happy to destroy our new pen for this injection pen..But we got consequences as our parents were very angry to get this medical garbage at home as it can be source of some disease.

All our self made ink pens were thrown on dustbin and we were instructed never to make such experiments again...We stopped for few days but new idea of making money pot started walking in vein of every kid of group..

Waiting time

Like every usual evening my way back to home wanted to catch  bus near pizza hut St Jean road to Condos. Was just sitting on a kind of seat that actually was not a proper seat but a outer wall of a shop Bone-appetite.
As bus was taking a bit long to come I started looking here and there just to pass my time.
I realized now that I was not alone on bus stop many ppl were waiting. One lady properly dressed up like a professional was coming back from office I guess and was looking her watch in every 5 minutes. May be she was tired and wanted to reach home asap.. Bit off to her there was a group of school kids easily identifiable from their uniform and beg was actually talking, laughing and enjoying with his group..
Far away was a boy with guitar an amateur perhaps. Very calm and cool may be he was still in his musical world.
And very near to me was sitting an old lady of creole origin..very lean..weak and totally dependable.
She was checking her Citizen bus pass and then her beg that everything is at right place.She asked me something in local language as usual I smiled and said only one world "English plz" .
She giggled and asked me "Inde??" I replied "Oui" as I know only few words of local language.

Then bus came and passengers started boarding their respective buses I also did mine..And got a comfortable seat near window. Moving to a very short distance bus stuck in a traffic jam due to sewerage work in the town there was a barrier on half of the road.Some Chinese workers were digging there on road..vehicular movement was slowed down although ppl were taking alternative routes to avoid main road from inside new Quatre Bornes residential area.
Bus was moving with some interruptions of traffic and new ppl were joining bus and some were leaving. Many bus stops came and went. .Conductor came for making ticket and in my foreigner tone I told "Pailotte" when he could not understand I said "next stop of Condos" and he smiled and gave me my ticket.
Then I heard my name from somewhere in the bus. When I looked back it was a girl honestly speaking I know her from her face as we both used to be in same gym for 2 months but my memory I don't remember her name..I just said "oh hii how are you" or "u r still going??" A sweet and short conversation from distant seats ended with friendly smile. Next stop she got down.

And I started watching from my window due to this blockage of road many restaurants and shops are loosing their customer being problem of parking..

With lots of thoughts coming and going in my mind..finally I reached to my destination and saw a fruit seller..Fruits were looking good and fresh..

Hope Seller

Visiting all wards ..going to all beds and asking them routine questions and just prescribe them what to take or what not to take.Being a doctor it was his daily routine and people used to be love him for his charismatic positive personality.
His words "everything will be fine" was like a medicine for his patients..
That girl was falling in love with him everyday since two months she was in hospital on same bed and ward...the only good thing she was looking was that doctor and listening same words of positivity for her also.
She was recovering not physically but mentally as she started eating properly and started looking good again since she had undergone surgery and all that treatment.
She saw in mirror and said "Yes I look good"..And thought to moved out of her bed today just for a walk in hospital garden.
She sat on a bench was smiling and blushing and again and again thinking for same man who made her life magical.
She noticed a family with two kids sitting on another bench and thought to say him.."Hi" and  started conversation. When you are in love with somebody you want everybody to talk about that person and she started talking about him and found that man on bench was also very much impressed with him and told the young girl that since many months he was lost in despair but now he thinks he will be recovered and will be able to reunite his wife and kids again in family.

His wife told her that she was completely down after listening his husband's dangerous disease was not able to cook or eat or do any work but that young doctor relaxed him and now she is doing her job quite well and visits hospital everyday as her routine work.And also told her that everybody shares same thoughts with her about  that doctor.
She was falling in love more and more..He was an angel who can take you back in your dreams from despair.

It became her daily routine to go for a walk and talk to that family and come back.
One morning she went there and did not find the family she came back and tried to inquire where is that particular patient at least could have said "Hi"

She saw the doctor there with patient on bed and lady and kids standing on one side calm and cool.
Doctor was telling man "its nothing a normal pain you will be recovered and we will discharge u may be tomorrow"

Man with a sense of hope just looking his lady and kids and lied calmly on bed forgetting all his pain.

She thought its routine checkup and will come back lateron.

She came back again that bed was vacant and girl tried to find out if the man is discharged and was thinking even could not say "bye"
But hopefully she saw the garden the lady and kids were there.She rushed to them and wishing them very good luck and so on..
Lady was having tears in her eyes and said "He passed away at 10:00 am after that sleep" and "was happy that he will be discharged tomorrow" and slept and never woke up.

Girl was quite surprized "how its possible" doctor was saying "its normal pain like that stuff""

Now she was angry with that doctor "which kind of hospital they don't know their work..which kind of medicine they sell..??"

Lady said " he don't sell medicine he sells hopes"..
 

Core Group

I still miss those days..KABHI SOCHA NHI THA EK DIN YE MERI LIFE KI SABSE PYAARI YAADEIN BAN JAYENGI that even after 4 years I will cherish those small things from past even being busy in big things of present..
Moments that costs nothing to me and incomparable with anything that I buy today for fun..

Our college days...can never forget my first day in my MBA when I was already 7-8 days late of joining college being confused in two institution that which one actually should I choose..AMU being in a small city but with good reputation and of course economical was good option but I was looking for other institution as well and finally I choose the best..
My first day.. new faces. different appearances and discussion among batch mates to know each other's name. Finally roll call solves all these problem and you can know the name of your favourite face.. Was nothing interesting but a fear that there will be so called intro from seniors..it happened and went smoothly in second day..

And then we started knowing each other and I met my core group very interestingly.
My two biker friends (A &T) and my scooty friend (S.)..
 I was too shy to handle those business management presentation in front of 80 students and my first presentation was bad  I was speaking only copy paste of book with lots of nervousness moreover a boy's group made it worst. At the end I was in tears in a lonely room and two ppl came to relax it and convincing that it was part of classroom fun..  After a lot of reluctance  we came together only as a group to give another presentation and I was determined to leave this group asap but some ppl have such an honest attitude that their faults are forgiven automatically.
Many friends left and few other joined and I met my third friend Shweta ,a fun loving emotional girl. And then our group became core group. To be honest I was most RAYTEBAAZ(get teased easily) unpredictable and always in fighting mode with lots of immaturity but my group bore all my craziness and small fights and then RUTHNA MANANA was every day's work almost.
If ppl waste 3-4 days for a presentation this group could do it in 3 hours as we never thought to reach on any benchmark our motive was only to finish as part of our course  definitely some had been very good. Just discuss and go on podium and speak what you want to. ..and other member wont leave the chance of asking question and pulling your leg publicly :P :P :P And I learnt a lot and my confidence increased surely that still helps me.
With them I quite changed like from sitting in front of teachers i shifted to back bench  passing slips in classes and getting asked by teacher "what's issue?? anything interesting going on there?

AB MUJHE BHI DAANT LAGNE LAGI THI  :p :p :p

We were never serious about bookish knowledge and we hardly spent our  time in library we were more of discussing group. (But out of sense of scholarly feeling I used to collect books  from our 5 storey and one of the largest library of Asia)

We were not on top marks gainer and were not intending also.But we were good for our unconventional study technics that read at the last moment sitting in college garden with a group of 8-10 ppl with samosa, chutney, cold drinks and chips under the wisdom tree (there was love tree also but not for us)..exchange the crux of theory on SMS that used to forward from one hostel to another.But being together we gained good marks also.

Morever the Urdu poety of my friends..My God I was always left with question.."What was the meaning of that??" Those trips to Agra and Manali and only one song "Gulabi Ankhein jo teri dekhi."

People were kind of jealous and wanted to be part of it and many new joined as one of my professor like looks friend who is actually a teacher now and few others.

After 4 years its hardly the time when we talk..sometimes we exchange small helloo on chat messengers but whenever I think about my college days this group perhaps I can never forget and hope to meet them soon..





 

Names

Sitting on a sofa we were just doing facebook and he was telling me "yesterday was my friend's birthday and I m not tagged" actually his friends pasted some pic of the cake with some strange lines on it "Happy birthday Afimchi" (of opium)"..It sound interesting to me as well and I asked him.

He told me that from all his CA group this Afimchi was the one who used to sit late for studies and after 15mins exactly after sleep in between could sit again for another 4-5 hours continuously.

As they were roommates they all have some name.

Then I remember about my friend circle since childhood our friends always give some name and really some interesting name and its based on some incidents.

Well it was always Soniyeeee or Soniiii based on indian cinema but I gave many names to  my friends Gicchu..CP..Niruu..Chittu..But I was decent otherwise ppl used to give names like Billooo ,Kaliya,Duck.Chote sarkar etc..