Sunday, November 18, 2018

How to fall asleep in 60 seconds?

Eric was busy staring at his iPad as Lisanne, his wife of 11 years was getting ready for work. She was a registered nurse at the Duke Medical University Hospital. It was one of those days when she had to work night shifts. The hospital paid extra incentives for its RN's who worked at night. They both had struggled a lot when they were new to Chicago. 
"Honey, I'm leaving for Duke in 20 minutes. You need anything?" Lisanne asked Eric.
"Baby, come here quickly. Just see what I found?" Eric beckoned his wife.
"Ughh, what now? Eric, I'm already running late." Lisanne riposted.
She sat next to him as Eric showed her the video of how to fall asleep quickly in 60 seconds.
"Eric, not again. You should put these devices aside and try to get some sleep," she said.
Eric was suffering from insomnia. It had been years since Eric slept peacefully. 
But sleep never beckoned him however hard he tried. 
"Lis, the guy in the video says that we need to release stress from our arms and limbs through some breathing exercises," Eric told.
"So, I am going to try these breathing exercises and see if it works," Eric added.
"Honey, I am really running late for work now. You try to get some sleep, Okay?" She planted a kiss on his lips and left for the hospital as the clock struck 10 at night.
Eric was performing the steps mentioned in the video.  Eric was happy today as he thought he found something that he was searching for ages. 



The next morning, 8 AM.
Lisanne walked upstairs. She was rummaging her bag for the house key as she didn't want to wake up Eric.
Hope Eric's new therapy helped him, she thought as she finally found her house key.
She turned the key in the lock and opened the door. She stood there speechless, her mouth agape.
Eric was sleeping on the bed. She hadn't seen this in view for ages. She was happy for him.
"Eric, honey, wake up," she said, "Look, what I got for you?" 
She had got Eric's favourite cheesecake from the Martin's.
She quickly changed her dress and saw Eric slept peacefully like a newborn baby. 
"Eric, Eric," she called him again.
She went closer to him and saw that he was not breathing. He had indeed fallen asleep in 60 seconds. She screeched at the top of her voice as she saw her husband sleeping peacefully, forever and ever!


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Sunday, October 14, 2018

I wish my alarm would ring loud

I wish my alarm would ring loud
7 PM.
"India got a Bye in the Asian Games Wrestling Gold medal game as the Pakistani opponent didn't show up." Pakistani media roasted me.
"Fuck, I am dead in Karachi!" I feared.
I had a match at 7 AM at Sochi.
I wish an alarm would ring loud and notify me whenever I have a game


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Saturday, September 23, 2017

Walk a Mile in my shoes

Walk a Mile in my shoes


Walk a mile in my shoes is a relatable topic. Everyone has a god gifted life and one should be happy with what the Almighty has given them. But it doesn't seem that many people are happy with their life.  Others personal life intrigues them and they start prying into others personal space. It is not a right thing to do before you are completely aware of what the other person's life is!

We as Indians are good at judging people and jumping to conclusions. We don't need a court of a judge to give the verdict. We are our own judges who can enter personal space of people and sneak peak into others life. You won't understand the pain of the person and it might be easy for you to make public discussions about something that is personal to them. Understand that everyone has their own life and we need to worry about our life because that is what should matter the most to us.  Never compare your kids with your friend's kid or Sharma ji's kids.  You were the one who worked hard for your children. Support them by creating and giving them a better standard and quality of life for them. Comparing them will only break your children's morale and confidence. 

Never express unwanted sympathy for people with terminal illness.  You never lived their pain and their pain might be unknown to you but known to people who care them the most. They have walked through the terrible rocky roads full of struggles and pain. Help them by making them better instead of showing them fake sympathies. It is the most difficult situation in anyone's life.  

You all should walk a mile in someone's shoes before you get judgemental about someone. Stop poking your ugly nose into someone's personal area and leave them for their own good.  Trust me, life will be more beautiful if you mind your own business and let others mind their own business. Almighty has designed everyone's life in such a way that they get an equal proportion of everything. It's just that some unlucky ones get the most of it and live a terrible life. 

For all such people, trust me life will be beautiful once again. The sun shall shine brightly. The early birds would warble nice tunes for you. It will rain happiness in your distressful life. It is a matter of time. Ignore the hate mongers who arrive in your life to cause problems. Just dump those negative energies outside your door. Accept what life offers you. Breath in Happiness and Breath out the negativities from your life. That is the best thing to do today, tomorrow and every day and you deserve to stay happy. SO, the next time when people talk about you, just go nearby them and say,
"Walk a Mile  in my shoes.."
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Saturday, December 31, 2016

100 * - Throwback 2016

Every blogger in this blog world aspires to reach a milestone for some period of time. Like some might want to write 1000 posts. Some might wish to publish a book and many goals as such! When I stepped into this year 2016, I never had any blogging goals as such. I was even sceptical if I would even have sufficient time to blog or even visit my blog. But on the last day of the year, I feeling relaxed and perplexed at the same time. My blogging calendar every year starts with the One Night Stand on a New year night post that exposes the life of a  mischief monger who preys on innocent girls. Each post of this series conveys messages that have a deep meaning associated with it. But unfortunately for the past few years, I've been disturbed for some reasons as a result of which I couldn't blog better. 


I am not a blogger who brags about statistics as such. But sometimes the realisation that you got some many amazing people reading your blog itself amazes me. But seeing my blog reaching a milestone always awakens the blogger inside me. To be frank, I never thought I would be a better blog. I am a lazy blogger. I come across many bloggers who put in so many efforts despite doing their everyday chores. When I compare myself with these folks, I  feel ashamed. 

On a personal front, there is nothing great that happening in my life. The much-desired job switch never happened though I  would closely work on improving my skill sets this year. I thought of working on some new skills and tools but unfortunately, that plan itself went for a toss. But still, I won't complain and crib about 2016. All that I ask at this point of time is some mental peace in my life.  Maybe I need to go for a short trip.  Parents had been looking for a girl for me to get married. Maybe that would get postponed for some period of time. 
I never visited any new place this year. I am disappointed with this. It's okay! people can get busy too. In 2017, I'll work on my aspirations and goals. I got to get fit and get going. I know life would be painful at times. But ignoring all the problems that life offers will make your life better. I will continue with the 2017 blogging with the ONS posts. 


I will contribute to a poor student's education and maybe even plan to sponsor his fees. I have many plans as such but only things will say. This happens to be the 100th post of this year. I have written 659 blog posts in my 11 years of blogging. But I have never published 100 blog posts in any year. The closest that I reached to 100 was 99 in 2015 and 95 in 2009.  Writing 100 blog posts in a year is not an achievement but it satisfies me as a blogger. I'm happy that I did this! It has been pending since long.

I am back to regular blogging!
Let the force be with you all! Power to you, my dear people :)



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Saturday, December 03, 2016

My First Job

My First Job
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I'm at loss of words if  I'm asked to talk about my first job. I can't imagine the number of days I waited for my joining days. It  was the great recession era and hence the joining date for us was delayed by a period of 6 months. I had  secured the  job through the third year campus placements and by far that was the turning part of my life. My excitement grew more since then but because of the delay it soon faded.  There wasn't a single day I didn't refresh my mailbox.  But my happiness hiked  when I saw the letter. 



I had my joining location as Pune. For someone who wasn't used to wake up before 8 and a momma's boy, it was difficult to acclimatise.  But I did manage. We underwent an initial training programme to be eligible for projects. After successfully completing the project, a major shock awaited me. I got my first project and I was posted to Noida. By then, this place was known for many wrong reasons. I felt weird  and helpless. I tried talking to the HR's but they bluntly asked me to resign if  won't join the Noida project. The phase was such that there was not much IT jobs. I had to listen to my mind and when I think about that decision I don't regret. 

I somehow joined my  project. The positive was that my friend was with me. We both struggled to find a house for rent. When we settled life moved on and there was never looking back. The first day at project , Noida decided to greet us with hailstorms. The solid particle fell on my head and it did hurt me. The wind was so strong that we hugged a tree to save us. Our clothes were messed up as we fell on the puddles. It was embarassing for us to enter our ODC in such a manner. Every one looked at us and it was awkward. I never knew we would meet our Project Manager at such a state.  We were given formal Knowledge Transfer and soon we became productive. But there wasn't a single day when I didn't think about my family.  I used to cry for hours. During one  Skype call, my mother broke in to tears when I informed her that I was having problems with the food. Life had did injustice to me and I had spent sleepless nights. My digestive couldn't digest the nasty foul smelling Rajmah Chawal at our office cafeteria any more. I found solace in a group of Bengali friends. They all loved me as their own. 

I got to understand a lot about the various Project models. I worked on the live projects and  got to understand the requirements as I closely worked with the business folks.  That laid the foundation for what I am today!  My Manager understood my plight and soon sent me to Pune. 
The First Job is memorable to everyone.  I had a troublesome past that even continues till today. But still I have fond memories of  my first job.  I never had timing issues as I worked in the US shift and flexi hours through out my career. First Job was indeed memorable!

Sunday, November 06, 2016

Dear Zindagi

Dear Zindagi
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Dear Zindagi,

One blog post won't fill in everything about  the special bond that we share. Such is our bond! The constant ups and downs have not only taught me a great lesson but also moulded me into a stronger individual. When I was young I had big dreams in my eyes. 

I had plans of settling in Europe and dreamt of starting my own business. Maybe you had other plans for me that I fail to recognise. My dreams got crumbled and eventually I found myself like a fish floundering on the floor. That's a great pain. You have been like an entwined headphone to me.  Almost half of the time, I have only wasted all my  time making it straight.  It has been a painful journey throughout. There has been no trace of  joy but yes I saw happiness for a brief period of time in form of some people. You sent me people in form of friends , few of whom were true to me and my friendship and the others who backstabbed me and changed with time. That phase, between 2006 to 2012 , can never be forgotten. That was when you tested me! It's funny that at this moment of time, all the dark thoughts surface in front of my eyes one by one as I type this blog post. Quite evident how disastrous my life had turned into! 

It's okay to be sad but let not sadness alone take you down. Sorrow is a strong emotion that holds an important area of the human brain, even more stronger than happiness. I cheer myself when sad thoughts embrace me. Music is my saviour.  Though most of the time, I feel like stranded alone on a deserted island, I would like to say that life got shipwrecked.  At a time, when I was recovering from a nuclear bomb bombarded on my life by Almighty, I soon saw him dropping another bomb. This was even more, stronger and powerful than the previous one that impacted not only me but also my kith and kins.  I see darkness all around. They say if you smile, your melancholy would eventually fade away. But I would snap saying, how can you even smile when you are in darkness and got no hopes from life?  Every time I step out of the home, I look skywards and ask Almighty, " Will you again paint my life with beautiful colours?"

At a time, when youngsters fly around with their wings in pursuit of their goals, I realised that my wings were cropped. With cropped wings, how could one fly so high?  It was then I attached wings and flew in search of my dreams. Dreams are the most difficult things to materialise. To fulfil your dreams, you need constant efforts, support and motivation.  In most people's life, there are people in form of best friends, parents, siblings,  who assume the role of motivator. But in my story, I am the writer, actor, director and storyteller. I am the custodian of my own dreams and playing the role of a  self-motivator is phenomenal. During my home away days, I once mentioned that I see skeletons in my closet. I still see them , but they have grown in quantity. I see hope fading.

Behind every dark cloud, there is a silver lining. There indeed is a silver lining. Miracles happen where hope resides. I'm still hopeful , dear Zindagi. Would life change if you flaunt an animated smile ? Nope, but it only makes you better. Smile a mile and kick all your sorrow out of your life. I understand that this post is full of melancholy but I can't really help, I'm still trying to embrace my life and make the best out of it. Life is what you make it.  Though I'm struggling, I am still finding ways to make it better because I am the actor of my movie and I have to make it big. 

Life is a picture of a painting I am nowhere near, but one day I will find that and keep it with me. I won't say smiling erases all your sorrows but it keeps your hope intact. True  that, when God shuts all the door when you are in darkness, he keeps one door open. Almost half of us eventually give up after trying hard to spot that opened door. But we fail to realise that it is an invisible door and God has  a right time and moment to open it. And after that life will be full of happiness and you will be brimming with joy.

Life comes with  terms and conditions that there will be no happiness forever. So learn to embrace life and everything it has to offer you. Embrace sorrow because  like I said before it moulds you into a stronger individual. 

Aye Zindagi gale laga le,
humne bhitera har ek gham ko
gale se lagaya hai
Aye Zindagi gale laga le
Hum ne bahane se, chup ke jamane se,
Palkon ke parde main ghar bhar lia
tera sahara mil gaya
Aye Zindagi gale laga le



So dear Zindagi, don't smirk that you have succeeded the first of the game between you and me. I am going to win the second half of the game and win this! Keep SMILING 

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