It's called getting matured

You grow, you experience, you learn and you mature.
Writing a blog after 3 years is definitely not called getting matured though ;)

A lot has changed again after the last blog entry. First and foremost I have started a separate blog and it's based on marketing topics so I didn't merge the two blogs to overcome the 'blog cannibalisation'(Yes the marketing student in me is throwing out jargons now)

Secondly and the most important one, now I have learnt to keep moving. You know we might underestimate the two words when things are all hunky dory but at a lot of other times we realise what 'move on' could actually mean.Move on means going ahead when you don't know where the hell are you moving,it means being in a company of complete strangers and working with them,it means living upto else's expectations when you are demotivated to hell(th) limit, it means working bit by bit every day for the hope of a very optimistic tomorrow,it also means, letting people go or forgiving them at times,all because you know you are mature enough to do that while others might not be.For whatever other things it means Moving on is definitely  for the matured ones. For the ones who know themselves. The ones who can take a break , put themselves together and get back to face the real world,

To sum it up, yes I have grown mature, I have tried to simplify my life and keep on doing so  but then life keeps coming up with surprises,throws tantrums and demands a lot, so just be ready to face it and well MOVE ON

By the way my new blog's link is - https://markessense.wordpress.com/2015/08/15

Drop by whenever you feel like :)




 

FM Oh FM…!!!

It's been almost an year since any creature has breathed on this blog.Yeah I was busy with millions of appointments round the globe(Me Liar??) Huh okay I agree I am a lazy lazy girl as lazy as a sleeping hippopotamus,someone who just pays no heed to her blog,selfish,irresponsible girl who remains busy in her nothingness..Well enough of self mitigation..Isn’t it?

Anyway lots happened in the past several months.Now I am a certified Bangalore resident,a non-certified novice guitar player,an office girl(who works seldom) and an overall independent girl,who yells at her mom or sis every morning to find her bag,id card,wallet,lunch box and for every little thing  (well you can notice the level of independency ;)  ) So whatever it may be things have surely changed from Bhubaneswar to Bangalore,from college to office and in many other ways.

By this time,anyone reading this blog would surely be having a deep urge to hold my collars and shout at me “You pseudo blogger,enough of your non sense stuffs.Do you even 1% remember the topic of your blog or you think we have as much time as Aishwarya Rai(Well she certainly is having lots of time these days Isn't she)So to all such people calm down I still somewhat remember the topic.

Well these days I need to travel a lot(not that I am attending super serious important meetings all over the country),It’s the travel which is required for me to go to  office and back home,26kms(one way)+Bangalore traffic(Yeah I know khoon paseene ki kamayi Ahh..!!)

So anyway with so much of time in my office shuttle which I spend smsing or on calls,there still lefts plenty of time which I prefer to spend on music.Nothing unusual as one can see “n” number of IT people in my shuttle or in any other public transport with their ear phones and with serious faces(I always wonder which serious professional song they are listening to..!!) So I don’t know if people in Bangalore are following FM or they stick to their mobile’s play list but for me one thing is for sure that I have honestly started falling for FM.As in there might me many admirers of FM in the city but welcome me I am new one.

You can have all your favourites in your play list but the essence of waiting for a song after long adds and RJs chit chats is something phenomenal.I mean seriously I have tried this,I might have the same song in my mobile but when it comes on FM,I get so excited that I feel like shouting”Yeah dekhoo wohhoo my song” and the joy of listening it all over again,at least gets doubled.

In a city like Bangalore,one cannot expect to have lots of Hindi FM channel and you frequently need to switch between 2-3 of them.In fact many a times I am forced to go back to my play list loosing hope of any song.Advertisements,competitions,people’s experience,RJs gossip….and so many things come between you and your song but when the RJ finally plays the song,the old adage of “intezaar ka fal meetha hota hai” starts showing its implications to the fullest.Not only this in fact you get to listen to such variety of bollywood songs which one could have forgotten easily.Last evening one song called”Chanda re” from the movie Sapne was being played on one of the channels.A melodious song indeed,though it was completely wiped off my mind for all these years.You see one more advantage of Fm.No I am not here to promote any of the FM channels neither have they paid me or made me their brand ambassador(or who knows they will someday…;))Its just that I suddenly realized the “potential entertainment factor”FM possesses,specially when you are bored of your play list(Which I am to nth degree) or even when you don’t have any.

Its 9:20 pm,a Friday night,RJ Derris is playing “Neele Neele Ambar pe” I am sitting in my bus,its still some 40 mins to  home,looking out of the window I can see the Friday traffic,tired people returning from office,girls returning from their shopping spree,youngsters excited for movie or a night out,couple going for Friday special dinner…Cool breeze flowing past my face,captivated by the charismatic evening,settling lazily on my seat,I close my eyes for the next 30 mins to home as RJ Derris continues with”Dooba Dooba rehta hun”………..

I just so damn hard.........

I want to be in that corridor again,

I want to play hide n seek again,

I want to go to go the playground in peak summers

and play as long as I wish ,either I loose or even if I win the game,

I just so damn hard want to be that sweet little girl again,

I want all innocent questions to be asked like who ate my lunch or ohh why my Barbie is crying in pain??

I want to go on the same terrace and be the little extra batsman  of my bro’s team and put all efforts just to let it go in vain,

I want to have those cute parties again,

I want myself to be in the pink frock and get fully drenched in rain,

I want to be demanding just to the level where I can ask for  a new pencil a or a cake

I want my homeworks and that diary back with me so no one can ever take again,

The Miss India cycle,I miss you,Ohh how many times did I hit you,

God!! so unrealistic can I be……Can’t help that’s just me!!

To have all the dance practice and be in the main,

Ohh I just so damn hard want to be that sweet little girl again,

Guests can be the bests with some ifs and buts....

“Athiti Devon bhava” the Sanskrit phrase  needs a lot more of explanation because I cannot comprehend it ,not because I know little Sanskrit, but because I want some thoughtful emphasis on the numbers,categories and duration of the guests as well.One cannot handle a dozen of guests with the same tempo in scorching summers as one can do when the number restricts to 2 or 3.When we are talking about guests  then we need to be ready for all the categories.There may be some who  won’t really mind asking for their favourite dish from their invisible mind written menu cards,some others might  get so comfortable that they may  wishfully misunderstand your home as  a real sweet home.I mean how offensive it would be to live in a house which is near one of the stations,never really  could hit my mind in such a way,before.Well anyone reading the blog must have had understood by now the fact, that I am not happy and the straight away simple reason is that I am sick of too much of “guesting”.

It is not that I like to live an unsocial recluse life,I appreciate being in touch with everyone,I like to meet people and and I do believe in giving them warm welcome but what if someone you know little are going to stay (not just as a meeting)…Yes they mean it STAY. Specially when they are not even one of your relatives,then physically and mentally you start retreating yourself from the word “GUEST” even more.C’mon I need my own space at my own house.I can’t see my cozy master bedroom getting occupied by someone whom I least know,I cant push all my stuffs into drawers and wait for them to go.(yes I am possessive for my belongings).I need to access Internet which I won’t be able to, for the next few days,my Friends series will too go on a break(Because we live in a house, not hotel that I can find place for every ABC thing I want to do).Oh so many sacrifices…God have I become so pathetically nonadjustable??and am I my parents’ daughter who are so very excited to see them after long long years?? Waiting desperately for my space back and singing to the tunes of “Atithi tum kab jaoge”…here, I sign off…L

Akshya

Newspapers???

I have vacations and reading newspaper is a good habit(as thay say it :)).So yes I am a bit more informed about my surrounding these days .From past few days the latest news which flushed out on the newspaper pages were all  about the 34 years of end of Left’s reign  in east and Mamata ddi’s splendid win,ofcourse accompanying Jayalalitha or amma’s win in south, which obviously followed the editor’s and media person’s predictions and critics for many days on the grand events as the aftermaths.(As if the Bangloreans or Mumbaites or any outsider has got  to do anything with how well  these two madams are going to perform on the big stage or how much Bengal or Tamil Nadu are going to gain or loose).Well and yes ofcourse then the petrol price hike news(which has become such a routine work nowadays  that it’s hard to call it a news now!! ).Ahha  see I told I am reading :)

Though with internet gaining momentum many of us prefers to have a look on the headlines on wwws or even the job lookers do not need to rely on rozgar pages of newspapers,  but still newspapers have its utmost significance maintained till today in our daily life. Even though we get the same news being repeated hundresds of times on TV channels ,still the morning freshness with a cup of tea can only be felt completely when you get your hands on newspaper(for many of us!!).

I really get amused at times on how important an engagement it becomes, for many people at many places.Let it be offices,railway stations or even airports,one can easily find a good 60% of the public engrossed into newspapers atleast when  the clock shows a time between 6am to 10 am.

        Once while travelling from Bhubaneswar to Bangalore which takes almost 

30 hours, I found a co-passenger,an uncle  ,who was also travelling alone.To my surprise rather shock, he spent atleast 15 hours of the journey reading newspaper where at the same position I was awfully frustrated with the boring journey and was continuously switching between movies and magazines. Though I can understand the binding force a  novel provides with its sequencential flow but how can a newspaper create the same magic??(Yes it can be a good question for many newspaper readers like me :))

Anyways what I can think of now can only be of  what a different person I could have been with an intellectual interest in newspapers.I would have known all the scandal’s histories,I would have been able to know better about the share markets or the Indian dramatical politics ,I would have had an unbeatable vocabulary power or rather in a nutshell I would have been a miniature form of encyclopedia .But after thourough self analysis I know now, no matter how hard I give it a try  still I am going to stuck myself between 5 to 6 articles :)

Tip:-Reading headlines is a great job as well..Join wih me :)

Cheers!!

Akshya

I am thinking...

Dear blog,

Why do I write so seldom??

1.I don’t have time- The bleakest excuse.

2.I don’t like writing blogs- Hell!! then why would have I started it on the first place??

3.I don’t find relevant topics- Liar Liar you don’t need to find topics ,if you have that tempo then it comes to you by all odds.

4.I am a Facebook freak –Used to happen long time  back,(touch wood )I am normal these days.

5.I have become more professional-Yeah I do spend lots of time these days finding & evaluating better options for me but did I ever deny that I love blogs.

6.I like reading blogs more- Here my thinking machine hits a ‘eureka’ key.Yeah may be I like reading more about people,their views or some national issue blogs or just anything .So now when I know the reason I will try to maintain may be not an equal balance but atleast a less imbalance between the two J.