No, no, no! This isn’t the end. I’m not done with you yet!

This thought crossed my mind, as I stood there with lots of smiles on my face and a weird pain in my heart. People usually say, “Those who smile much, are sometimes hiding great pain”, and today I realized this quote coming true and I was the patient. I stood there watching the happy yet very painful scene, speechless.

Suddenly all memories which were still bracing in my mind started flashing in my eyes and suddenly I asked myself, whats that in my eye? And to my astonishment a tear was sparkling in my eye! “Little filmy na”? But sometimes some farewells can do this thing to you and today’s was one of them. A newly made fren of mine, who is very Sr. to me (Director - Marketing) as well as whom I respect so much will leave the Co. forever and start her new adventure. So, I thought it was the right time to gather all the memorable moments I spent with her. Here it goes…..

I first met Beena (now I took her nameJ), when I wanted to organize an event. Like an Oasis in the desert or like a ‘Selaginella bryopteris’ (Sanjivani Booti), Beena came and helped me. She not only helped me but made sure everything went well, and even made me a Champion of her existing Community (Bookfish). But things dint end here, she was always there to help me when I needed it and also I consulted her 1-2 times for my personal problems to which she gladly helped and eased my worries. Sometimes, in much little time some people can help you to the extent that you start admiring and start learning something from them and here was a perfect example of that.

Again, after some days I came up with an idea of organizing a new event, but this time I knew to whom I should contact first, and again as expected Beena did wonders for me. She set up a meeting with a very high profile person (Mr. X) in the organization and helped me throughout the meeting and made sure the person was convinced with my idea! I dint had the words to thank her at that moment, but felt like she was a ‘little angel on my shoulder’.

But as they say, ‘Goodie Goodie things don’t last for long’ and when I was just starting to learn something, came the shocking news of her resignation. But I had no sadness around me now, since I know how to stay in touch with people and how to maintain the thin line of bonding. It’s like a French phrase, "C'est la vie - Such is life", and now I could see how true it was. Just when you want some people to be around you for sometime, you get separated from them. Same came true in my case also.

In the end, I would like to say something in her own words “I don’t like Farewells”

May be this is not a Farewell at all, but may be a start of something incredible….

Last thing before I close the blog:

B – Bookfish

E – Enthusiastic

E – Energetic

N – Naive

A - Adorable

Grim Paths of the Internet

Ting! I saw an email popup on my screen. I jumped to my mailbox to see whose email it was and after finding it to be of no use I deleted it. Suddenly I realized, “what about the other emails I have in my mailbox?” “What about the billions and billions of emails people have in their inbox all around the World?” “What about the terabytes or I should say petabytes of space they consume?”

These days as more and more lives are converting from the so called Paper-Life to E-Life and many new websites/portals/blogs coming up every day. Each day billions of webspace is consumed by these websites and by the people who enter their information and stuff on it. But the saddest part is that everything starts off very well, with people visiting these websites again and again as they keep on updating the information. But contrary to a phoenix which burns itself into Ashes and comes back to life again, people stop visiting those pages after some time and slowly happens what was inevitable. All the moments/feelings which they had shared with their close buddies come to demise. But the end is not here. These all pages keep on floating into the deserted corners and forlorn paths of the webspace. I still, very well remember many websites/portals on which I made my account and provided all the information it asked and I filled all that with sincerity and enthusiasm but as it was destined I never went back to those pages after some time.

Ironically, that’s not the case with Paper Life. As the days pass, people get more and more attached to the pages on which they had written their experiences, poured out their soul into those pages and people try to cling to those pages for the rest of their life and keep them as memoir.

So, may be it will be a good time that we went back to those pages that we had made for a special memory and make something useful and worth remembering out of it.

Yearned Journey to Home on broken Leg!

Disclaimer: This is neither a counterfeited title from any book nor I am being either funny or sarcastic here. But this is what exactly happened.

Let me rewind my memory disc a few weeks back so that I can recite my tale. Ahha! Got it. Now we are on the right album. Let me play the tracks and you will witness the series of events that took place. But before that, a friendly yet necessary advice - please put on your seatbelts/helmets otherwise you may also be the victim (just kidding).

Journey Begins……

Track 1 - Monday Morning Madness: Tring! Tring! Tring! “Solu Wake up!” Alarm clock was ringing madly and slowly I opened my eyes and looked at Alarm clock. 8:30 AM. Shit!! I was supposed to reach office till 8:30am. To add to my woes, it was winter morning which can make even a cheetah, lazy. Time for ‘Getting ready in 15 min’ schedule, I thought. And so, on 8:50am, like a rider of some MotoGP race I was racing with time, cutting shortcuts from here and there on my way to office. Suddenly, I saw an open Manhole and with screeching sound my bike came to a halt and out of nowhere came a bike & hit me on my ankle and the very next moment I was on the ground, with my bike on me!

Track 2 - No! No! No Plaster Please!: Phew! Not even a scratch, Wow! I said and stood up. But Damn! I was so wrong. Next moment a very sharp throbbing pain arose and I was again on the ground. Till this time, there was a huge traffic jam. Without thinking much I asked the other bike guy to leave and my roomie took me to a nearby hospital for first aid. The doctor started his standard procedure and after 2 X-Rays and 3 hours it was confirmed that I had a swelling in my bone and had to undergo Plaster Treatment to avoid fracture development. What a perfect way to start to start the week! Fuck!!

Track 3 – Fortuitous Fiesta: Lost in the thoughts while lying on my bed at around 12noon, my fren Puneet asked, “Whats’ Next?” I replied coolly, Home! So we informed our colleagues and he went off. Feeling bored I switched on my PC and suddenly a thought came to my mind. Let’s tell all my frens about my mishap. These days Facebook comes in so Handy! Within no time, I took a picture of mine and uploaded on Facebook. Suddenly, my phone rang and on it flashed my sister’s name. “Ankur, you are coming home within a week, I will talk to dad and he will arrange all the flight tickets, Make no delay” And so my Fortuitous Fiesta had started.

Track 4 – Heavenly Haven: So, with Broken Leg I finally set out for my yearned vacation at my haven. First I went to Bombay wherein my cousin came to take me and then I was off for Airport. Next, I took a flight and within few hours I was landing in Delhi. My sister was waiting impatiently for me. She was elated to see me walking though with much difficulty. A royal treatment was waiting for me on the Airport premises wherein I got assisted by 2 men who were sent by my father which took me safely to my home, my Haven!