The Other Side of Life

Twenty eight years back, I bought a lot of laughter into the lives of my family. I guess, us, January 13, borns have this in common. I share my birthday with none other than the absolutely fabulous, the one and only and my favorite, Elaine Benes from Seinfeld. That's right. Julia Louis Dreyfus. What better way to celebrate than to share her most famous contribution to American humour. Her dance: I dance worse than her. So, its ok to have this on my blog! That aside though, with Blogathon coinciding with the birthday month and all, I thought I should do something different today. I decided to write about those, who, in my opinion, are making the world a better place to live. Given today's day and age, where we pretty much live only for ourselves, work for money and feel better about ourselves, I think we owe it to these rare few souls who do go out and do their bit to change the world. First on my list is Wello Water Wheel. So when I first heard Cynthia...

Maybe, I am not fit to be in this time and age. Maybe, I should have been born 30 years back. Maybe, its weird that I love old Hindi songs. But, nothing, absolutely nothing, takes away from the fact that Hindi film music has deteriorated to the point of no return. And frankly, nothing justifies the illogicality of the lyrics!  Thanks to Bangalore traffic, I do spend a considerable amount of time listening to the radio everyday. And I am appalled at the quality. Take for instance, this gem of a piece. The very famous, "Chal Beta Selfie Le Le Re". I don't know if you knew these were the lyrics of this song: Aap ki rahe anukampa Na darr nahi shanka Nachenge hum chor Jogi chalaye koi jantar Khilega tera antar Tu aaja guru mantar Ye le le selfie le le re Exact Translation: May your compassion be. Let there be no fear or doubt. Us thieves, we will dance Tantric may run a talisman Your difference will bloom. Come, you, advise of the teach...

I strongly believe that Bangalore traffic is a reforming experience. Everyday, I spend around 3 hours driving in traffic, and I emerge a stronger person. The emotional turmoil can be summarized as below: Stage 1: The Beginnings You see all the Red? That's the traffic at 4pm, while I type this post.  I live around 15 km away from office and its a Abhimanyu Chakravyuh of traffic in between, as you can see. The beginnings are always optimistic. I am leaving on time. Peak traffic is not for another hour. I am safe. I will reach home in 47 minutes. All is good. I love my life. I couldn't ask for more. Thank you everyone. I'll see you in 47 minutes. Stage 2: Signs of  Despair I cry because I realize I touched peak traffic hours while I was trying to navigate the lanes near my office. And I am stuck. Why does this happen to me everyday? I never harm anyone. Why me? Just one day of free wheeling traffic. Have I asked for too much? I am a new driver...

The Clan of Saturday Office Goers have a rule on Sunday. They consider performing any activity requiring movement of limbs to be against principles. So all day was spent on the sofa watching TV. And in all that excitement, I forgot about the Blogathon. To be fair, I didn't even cook and instead, we ate this: But, if you have any doubts on my dedication to this affair, do check the previous post. So much effort on a working Saturday, with the post written on a flight, typed in a cab and posted in a restaurant. Rest assured, I am in this 100%! Hope you had a fun Sunday. And have an amazing week ahead. I know I will. And you'll know why when I post. Don't want to take away the few exciting things of my life that I can post about! Cheers! Preeks

In the same league as that of superheroes, There exists another clan that deserves your bows. They are the rare few, the strong, the doers, They are the clan of Saturday office goers. When on Thursday you prepare for the weekend, When mails for "Friday Fun at Work" you send, When Friday dawns and you debate which jeans to wear, That's when the Clan silently sheds a tear. But they are the clan of strong, eternal optimists, In just 1 Sunday, they complete all chores on their lists. They take joy in whizzing through roads on Saturday, While you still recover from your wild Friday partaaay. It builds character, they say, To work while your FB feed reads like a teen's typical day, To see check-ins to Fennys, TGIF and Chilly, While you work your ass off silly. In ways you can't imagine, it changes them. At job interviews they use this new wisdom "Do you have any questions for us?" "Yes. Is it true? Saturdays ...