Infosys.. Dream company for most and for me too. I have spent almost two years, just a few days to go before the milestone… Well, there are lots of things that one may consider ‘the best part’ of being in Infy. For me it’s the INFY BB, I just LOVE it. No better word to describe the feeling. The numerous conversations happening day in-day out, the tons of information shared, the bitter-sweet rivalry… the list is endless.
The ever green Saurav-Chappel-Dravid debate. Funny to think of it, if Dravid gets to know that Infoscions ‘lovingly (pun intended) call him ‘Puppet’, what would his reaction be. The debate over who-should-be the captain, who-should-be in the final 11, so on and so forth. I guess, we have the best critics and supporters out here. Whenever we have any of the cricket matches, the topic sooner or later gets diverted to Saurav-Chappel-Dravid debate. We never end with a conclusion still we argue to the best of our capabilities. Since, I am one of the Dada supporters; I too am a part of the ‘GO DADA GO’ mania…
The Infy Leisure (especially at Our Pune DC) never stops tickling the funny bone in each one of us. The famous ‘Chingum’ controversy, oh I had a wonderful time reading all the theories and support for the poor ‘chingum’. Before I could send it as a forward to the ‘less privileged (to be read as non-Infoscions) friends’; I get it from one of them, now that’s what we call ‘fast’ means of communication. How can I forget the tips I keep getting for ‘jumping out of a training rain’ (since I am from Mumbai, I need it so very much), ‘break open a door (maybe the next time I lose my house keys, I get to try this trick) or trying the matrix style tip ‘of jumping from one building to the other’. With all these tips practiced till perfection, few of us can give Krissh run for his money…
Now that Calfield has returned… more laughter and smiles coming along too…
HJW general is no behind in terms of debates, heated discussions, all with a carefully written disclaimer “PS: These are strictly my personal opinion and not to be taken personally”. These are true professionals, they say everything they want to and then neatly wipe it out with this disclaimer. Additional to these, the HJW general happens to be universal grievance cell, all the complaints against canteen, transport, facilities, everything finds a place here. If you are a regular BB follower, you can’t miss a Friday coming… HJW general is spammed with carpool (required/available) mails, though in a way its boon which saves lot of time and reduces safety hassles. Information of anything to everything can be obtained here. You need to know an address in Pune (or anywhere in the world) and how to reach that place, just a drop a mail here, and hurray you get a detailed map… The best discussion so far that I enjoyed was about 9/11 and the attack on Afghanistan. Have to agree on one thing, Infoscions are truly very informative.
Apart from all these, the BB is also home for budding poets/poetesses, writers, cartoonists and many more of it.. We have the freedom to express ourselves in numerous ways… and the admirers are in good numbers too. Language is no bar here, we have so many Gujarati /Marathi /Hindi poems/articles/shayaris posted frequently.
I can just remember one line to conclude.. ‘Truly, madly, deeply…’ I simply adore our INFY BB.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
To see beyond....
To see beyond..
I always thought I am not among the lucky ones,
Born with a silver spoon to boast of one,
To have everything as and when wished,
Until I saw this little boy on the streets,
Carrying his younger and fragile brother,
Not as a burden but as a soft cotton orb,
Linking his arms around him,
Talking soothing words of comfort.
I haven’t realized until lately,
How I take everything for granted,
The loving care of parents,
The continuous chattering of sibling,
It’s so easy to crib about the things I don’t have,
Than being thankful the wonders that I have,
I may have little, but that little is universe of some one.. out there.
The little boy came closer to my parked auto,
Imploring to give me few of my coins,
I wished I could give him the world then,
But I just kept wishing and am wishing the same still,
I quietly passed few coins to him,
Brightening his day and his smile mine.
Thankfully for me the auto moved ahead,
And that was the last I see of him.
He is not only one nor am I the only one,
To be asking and to be giving,
When will I do something is the question I am asking,
Hope I get the answer soon and I do something.
-Anu (10th July, 2006)
I always thought I am not among the lucky ones,
Born with a silver spoon to boast of one,
To have everything as and when wished,
Until I saw this little boy on the streets,
Carrying his younger and fragile brother,
Not as a burden but as a soft cotton orb,
Linking his arms around him,
Talking soothing words of comfort.
I haven’t realized until lately,
How I take everything for granted,
The loving care of parents,
The continuous chattering of sibling,
It’s so easy to crib about the things I don’t have,
Than being thankful the wonders that I have,
I may have little, but that little is universe of some one.. out there.
The little boy came closer to my parked auto,
Imploring to give me few of my coins,
I wished I could give him the world then,
But I just kept wishing and am wishing the same still,
I quietly passed few coins to him,
Brightening his day and his smile mine.
Thankfully for me the auto moved ahead,
And that was the last I see of him.
He is not only one nor am I the only one,
To be asking and to be giving,
When will I do something is the question I am asking,
Hope I get the answer soon and I do something.
-Anu (10th July, 2006)
Saturday, April 08, 2006
I just feel like crying…
The day is sunny, with the sun so bright,
But not sunny enough to lighten my mood,
The gloomy thoughts of the night,
Leave me emotionless as a wood….
To wipe away these thoughts of fright,
I just feel like crying….
With cheerful faces all around,
Some smiling, some laughing,
How hard I try to ape them all,
But nothing seems to work,
I crave to smile just for once, but
I just feel like crying…..
The little boy playing in the mud,
As carefree as a bird in the sky,
Reminds of the good old days,
When I used to be happy-go-lucky,
Thinking and waiting for the past,
I just feel like crying…
The butterfly fluttering its wing,
Hoping from flower to flower,
Wish I could fly like you do,
Kissing each blossom without a scare,
When I realize I can’t fly like you,
I just feel like crying…..
The more I think the more confidence I lose,
The more I wish, the more I miss to enjoy,
The more I crib, the more I realize…
I just feel like crying….
- Anu
(31st March, 2006)
But not sunny enough to lighten my mood,
The gloomy thoughts of the night,
Leave me emotionless as a wood….
To wipe away these thoughts of fright,
I just feel like crying….
With cheerful faces all around,
Some smiling, some laughing,
How hard I try to ape them all,
But nothing seems to work,
I crave to smile just for once, but
I just feel like crying…..
The little boy playing in the mud,
As carefree as a bird in the sky,
Reminds of the good old days,
When I used to be happy-go-lucky,
Thinking and waiting for the past,
I just feel like crying…
The butterfly fluttering its wing,
Hoping from flower to flower,
Wish I could fly like you do,
Kissing each blossom without a scare,
When I realize I can’t fly like you,
I just feel like crying…..
The more I think the more confidence I lose,
The more I wish, the more I miss to enjoy,
The more I crib, the more I realize…
I just feel like crying….
- Anu
(31st March, 2006)
Monday, March 20, 2006
To understand the Unknown
How many times have you felt this unknown creeping between your thoughts, how many times have you tried to avoid it and forget it, how many times have you tried to realize and give a name to this unknown. It happens with everyone, me, you and every person around us. This unknown cant be termed as a feeling, because a feeling can be controlled and manipulated to suit as desired, however this unknown cant be controlled, it has its own free will, it enters the being with silence, it exists with silence , however silence is not the only thing it offers. It awakes in us the ability to walk through the past and enter the future. It extends horizons unknown to us. This unknown not only makes us think about what has happened, it also makes us comprehend the essence of each moment that we have lived. Knowing this unknown is like watching me in the mirror, however the only difference being that I can see myself more clearly that I see with my naked eyes.
The more I try to grasp it, the more I get tangled in it. Maybe someday, I would understand and live in harmony with this unknown.
The more I try to grasp it, the more I get tangled in it. Maybe someday, I would understand and live in harmony with this unknown.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Meeting The Zahir
Meeting The Zahir..
‘Zahir’ does this word ring any bell in your mind. Well, it didn’t for me, when I first read it. Yes, read it. This is the name of the book that I finished reading a couple of weeks ago. After reading thrillers, murder mysteries, I so very much needed a change… I wanted to read something that is abstract, something which is not predictable. When I am reading a paragraph, I shouldn’t be able to think about what is in store in the next one. It should be something that should stir a deeper me, waking me.
‘Zahir’ is based on such similar lines. This book is about a person losing his loved one, how he struggles without her, how he meets his Zahir in the end. It’s not like any boy-losing-girl-finding her-happy ending kind of story. It’s more mature in describing the turmoil once suffers in such situations. The same things which were beautiful and alluring in her presence suddenly turn gloomy and depressing in her absence. While I was reading the book, I realized it’s not only about the love that we feel for the special someone; it’s also the love that we feel for our parents, our family, our friends and all the things and moments that we held close to our heart. My Zahir is not a person, not a feeling, not a moment, I still not able to realize what it is…. Reading the book, I have just met “the” Zahir, Hoping to meet “my” Zahir soon.
Regards,
Anu
‘Zahir’ does this word ring any bell in your mind. Well, it didn’t for me, when I first read it. Yes, read it. This is the name of the book that I finished reading a couple of weeks ago. After reading thrillers, murder mysteries, I so very much needed a change… I wanted to read something that is abstract, something which is not predictable. When I am reading a paragraph, I shouldn’t be able to think about what is in store in the next one. It should be something that should stir a deeper me, waking me.
‘Zahir’ is based on such similar lines. This book is about a person losing his loved one, how he struggles without her, how he meets his Zahir in the end. It’s not like any boy-losing-girl-finding her-happy ending kind of story. It’s more mature in describing the turmoil once suffers in such situations. The same things which were beautiful and alluring in her presence suddenly turn gloomy and depressing in her absence. While I was reading the book, I realized it’s not only about the love that we feel for the special someone; it’s also the love that we feel for our parents, our family, our friends and all the things and moments that we held close to our heart. My Zahir is not a person, not a feeling, not a moment, I still not able to realize what it is…. Reading the book, I have just met “the” Zahir, Hoping to meet “my” Zahir soon.
Regards,
Anu
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
First Blog
Hi,
This is my first blog... no idea how or what I m gonna write. I have often come across friends, acquaintances talking about blogs, the freedom of expression that one enjoys..so on and so forth. As me being curious about everything and anything couldn’t resist myself from taking a plunge into the world of blogs… So, here I am… hope you will enjoy reading my blogs…..
Happy reading ...
regards,
Anu
This is my first blog... no idea how or what I m gonna write. I have often come across friends, acquaintances talking about blogs, the freedom of expression that one enjoys..so on and so forth. As me being curious about everything and anything couldn’t resist myself from taking a plunge into the world of blogs… So, here I am… hope you will enjoy reading my blogs…..
Happy reading ...
regards,
Anu
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