Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Chalta hai....

Today I am sitting back in my room, bunking my class and writing this blog..Usually whenever my spirits are low and down, the nightmares of my educational loan which I have taken to pursue my MBA makes me alert and stable. And again I start back with my studies with full energy. Whenever the echo of the loan installment strikes my ear, I get back to the track and start running. But today Alas!! Nothing is working. May be because when life becomes a dopler effect of unwanted events, these mere nightmares won’t affect much. But why am I sitting here and bunking my Economics class. Because today I don’t care, I don’t care even if India’s inflation is rising, I don’t care what measures government is taking to curb the inflation, I don’t care even if the tightening of the monetary policy is a short run measure for curbing inflation, I don’t care why aggregate demand and supply curves are not meeting. Now let me not deviate from why am I actually feeling so sad and down…So here I go..
When I was in school, reaching school on time was a huge battle for me, though my school was only 10 minutes walking distance from my home. The dawn started with my struggle to get up, get ready and reach school. Our school gate closed sharp at 7:15AM.I was a good athlete, so somehow everyday I managed to enter that gate. As in my mom, is also a latelatif.She also doesn’t manage to be on time. So very smartly I can put the entire blame on her, or put it in biological terms that “I am a late Comer because my mom’s DNA has overridden my dad’s DNA in me”. Everyday after coming from office my dad enquired whether I reached school on time or not and I used to tell him chalta hai even if we are late sometimes in our life.
When I was in Engineering College my roomie always instructed me to do the assignments and few subjects related to computers very religiously. But I always turned deaf to her suggestions.
I used to tell her chalta hai, even if we don’t take it so seriously. Sometimes she yelled at me for taking things lightly. But then I feel engineering itself consists of all chalta hai attitude people. Although my roomie was an exception.
And then when I moved into job and all , a very close friend of mine also got the hint of my chalta hai attitude. Time and again he always instructed me to work sincerely,to play the game to the fullest,to believe that the seeds of hard work always germinates into success etc etc…
Although I was fortunate enough to get the timely tonic during each stage of my life to cure my chalta hai syndrome.Half of the problems in our life would be reduced if the system and constitution around us get rid of this chalta hai syndrome.Why the government is unable to combat terrorism?Bcoz they think chalta hai ,if some innocents become random target in a bomb blast or firing.Why metros in our country are not as clean as they are in US and other developed countries?Bcoz people in our country think chalta hai, even if they throw some bits of garbage in open and not in the dusbin.Why government is unable to provide ample amount of universities and colleges to the students?Bcoz they think chalta hai, even if a deserving candidate is deprived of getting the education in the institution of his or her choice.Why is it so that after paying so much of taxes by the residents of mumbai,every monsoon they ought to face the predicaments due poor drainage system and negligence of government of towards it?Bcoz the government thinks chalta hai even if common people don’t make it to their offices during monsoons,due to their poor infrastructure.Why is it so that despite of such an overwhelming population, we have limited seats in railways?
And yes here I come, the reason behind why am I so depressed today. I wanted to visit some close friends of mine and I couldn’t get a train ticket in tatkal.I had a bad experience with bus journey where in the bus was delayed by 7 hrs from the scheduled time, so can’t opt for a bus and I am jobless which cancels the option for flight. It’s rightly said by Chetan Bhagat that why government don’t take some rational steps instead of running the embarrassing AIR INDIA.
Well why I couldn’t get a ticket.Bcoz the system thinks chalta hai even if there are a lot travelers and mere few seats, chalta hai if the irctc site couldn’t take the load of lakhs of people who are struggling for meagre seats,chalta hai if some old friends don’t meet up,chalta hai if some plans are cancelled…
This chalta hai is what which makes a difference between a developed nation and a developing nation, a successful person and a loser, an organized system and an unorganized system. A change would come when we chose nahi chalega over chalta hai, when we chose to fight over to resist, when we chose agitation over resilience. I am an optimistic person and thus waiting for that change……………..

Saturday, December 19, 2009

A Flight....

Every day I run in the rat race,

Unaware whom to chase.

Everyday I see the same birds,

Weaving the same threads

I am a bird who used to fly in a flock.

Alas!!Now I see a block

Everyone has taken their own way,

And I am left perching on the tree near the bay

For my nest,alone I ought to get the twigs

Alone I ought to collect the figs.

Have to fight against the air resistance,

To take a long flight at each instance

But when substance of determination make up your feathers,

Quest for your horizons becomes easy

Hope stands against all the weathers.

Dark clouds would become hazy.

Then all the destinations seems to be near,

And the vast sky is all your

Thursday, November 26, 2009

26/11 A Black Wednesday

It was a black Wednesday..

Which caused our minds to sway.

Spirit of mumbai was ravaged,

And the innocents were savaged

They bombed our age old heritage

Sowing the seeds of rage.

Their guns echoed sound of grief,

Depicting that the humanity has turned deaf.

Grenades and bullets were fired,

And a rill of blood flowed.

Ocean of tears inundated,

When lost are the once,whom you loved.

A salute to the matyrns,

Who faught the battle till their last breath.

And not turning coward like politicians,

Staying mum and becoming next scion.

A year has passed away,

Proprietors of crime are free fishes in the bay.

Isn’t this a question to our constitution?

Isn’t it that we have forgotten to react?

Isn’t it that we have a short lived memory?

Isn’t it that we have become numb?

Isn’t it that we have turned into a Zombie?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Not on the either side of Field....

According to the expertise knowledge of Linda Goodman regarding sun signs, Scorpion women has a strong desire to be born as opposite sex.And it goes as a perfect notion for me.Its not because I have faced Gender demarcation or something like male chavenism.In fact I have been brought up in the surroundings where girls are given the atmost importance.Thats the reason why I feel the terms like dowry and deprivation of girls education are fictional and exist only in bollywood theories.

Walking besides the green soothing playground during my school days,with rain pouring heavily and enveloping the entire field and the guys drenched completely with the showers,splashing rain waters and playing football.And then there erupted a volcano of jealously in my mind.I really used to feel like jumping into the Playground,rushing through the showers,splashing the waters.It gave me an immense feeling of ecstacy,fun,frolic and euphoria,but alas it was a virtual feeling.Probably in small towns, a girl entering into a football ground would be an historical event.Thanks to the ladies in small towns who can thrash any marketing guru when it comes to the wrong brand positioning of any guy or girl that too in a cost effective way.So I chose to remain on the either side of the field.

Somehow, it may be a weird thought, but I used to love the way guys lead their life. Completely carefree nature, no grudges upon eachother, not giving much pain to their brains, not much of calculative minds and just applying the living for the moment theory. All it takes is just a common sport and partnership for drinking activities for the initiation of friendship between two guys. And then this contract is just a way long journey. I guess all these facts are adequate to justify Linda Goodman’s prediction about Scorpion woman.

But all these things were in the first half of the play, after the intermission the play had taken many folds.Gradually as the play proceeded I found that sooner or later every guy realizes that there are many more things to be done apart from living for the moment. They have to start sketching their future where apart from drawing the picture of their dreams, they ought to sketch themselves as the sole bread earner, and this sketch is an imperative one. There is no escape to this, and if you skip this sketch, may be you are the worst artist in this universe.

I am not a loser, neither do I have a parasite ideology. But think of this condition, while chasing your dreams you ought to keep in mind about the ideology of sole breadearner.When my friends among the guys are planning their investments, being in a dilemma how to divide their loan installments,drafting a future plan, which job to be continued till what time and then which place to move into.Probably, with all this they would have also drafted the savings account for their children which they kept invisible to me, being scared of my uncanny nature pertaining to all these stuff.I find guys not chasing their dreams but polishing their profiles for being the best and eligible bachelor.I felt that being in the place of a guy is not a difficult task, but the most boring task.And then I prayed to the almighty, thank god I was on either side of the playground. Thank god I was not the one running in the middle of field chasing the football. And then Linda Goodman should edit her predictions about Scorpion Women, that after the intermission Scorpion women doesn’t have the desire anymore to be born as opposite sex.

Friday, November 6, 2009

A Little bit of Compensation

The title of my blog is expressions.I am a scorpion and it is said that scorpions are expressive but one percent of these expressions are meant to be shared only with their soul.So with due respect to these one percent expressions,I take immense pleasure to share my expressions with all of you.

Well when I turn back the pages of my life's book,I can refer that most of the chapters are based on the topic called compensation.And this chapter started after my 10th standard results. My mother yelled at me for my poor performance in my 10th standard board exams.And the poor performance was 81%,which according to her was anyone's cup of tea.At that time,my mind was saddled by remorse feelings.I felt very guilty for taking things so lightly,for not giving my best.Very soon there was a book of Do's and Don't published in my impulsive mind.Well this book was composed of various Do's and Don'ts for eg. not to freak out with friends,studying sincerely,not getting indulged in time wasting activities etc etc.After following this so called virtual book,by scoring well in the exams and by satisfying my extraordinary academically ambitious mom I felt that I had compensated for all the poor performances in the past.Then again I returned back to my take a chill pill attitude and started taking things lightly.And henceforth started my odyssey of compensation.

Like newton's law states for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction,my law of compensation states that for every good performance there is an equal and opposite bad performance. At my workplace,I used to slog like anything as if the entire organisation is running because of me,but when I felt that things are getting over and above me I again applied the law of compensation.I worked in a lethargic way,with the Boss's expression that hello you are being paid for the work. Just to state another example for this law of compensation,once I happened to spend 20,000 bugs for my acne treatment at kaya clinic(never go for it).Actually its a deep secret,because as in till date I have told my pals that I had spend 10,000 bugs for the treatment.By hearing the fifty percent amount itself,there mouth was wide open.It would have been difficult to stretch the mouth beyond that limit.Thereby,with due concern to their jaws I never revealed the hundred percent amount to them.Even after disclosing the fifty percent amount I had to bear with loads of jokes for being so insane and for spending so much on such useless activities.After disclosing the entire amount they would have made a laughter serial upon me.Till date, I receive promotional mails from kaya clinic as I have been their platinum customer.I feel as if the words dear customer are screaming with great elation that we have robbed you when you were awake and this mail is an attempt to rob you again.However, to compensate such a huge spending ,I have been curtailing my expenses pertaining to Beauty parlours.I just hope I don't cancel the bridal makeup during my wedding,just to compensate the huge amount I have spend at kaya clinic.

I think that the almighty has created me with an uncanny attitude,that of a square wave.The wave goes up and down after equal intervals of time.Just imagine If someday I become CEO of a company,hold on your smile I just told to imagine.The Company would make huge profits in the first quarter,and the employees and stakeholders would starve in the consecutive quarter.

Life is an incredible journey.After a consistent and long stroll we ought to take a break and sit besides the pathway.It doesn't mean that to compensate the long and tiring journey,we ought to take such a long break that the herd with which you are moving moves ahead of you and you are left alone in the woods.Life is too short wasting time for this petty compensations.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

About Me

Monali Churi is an Engineer turned MBA, turned into a Business Analyst by profession.Writing helps her vent out, makes her happy, the way no other thing does.Monali believes in the power of words, for words can inspire, educate, raise voice, draw a smile, trickle a tear and touch your heart. Monali also has lot of lines on her palm and people say that the more the number of lines you have,the more you think.This blog is just to jot down those thoughts and a justification to those lines. Apart from writing, she also loves clicking pics and believes that writing and photography are so much related.. While words draw the pictures, emoting pictures frame the words.Monali believes in life, as a beautiful journey, which comes in a package of good as well as bad, some sweetness and some sourness too..But still if you can enjoy the journey, more than the destination, then you gotta be the one...