Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Yeah! He is a consultant!!!

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These are my few realizations about supply chain consultants. Let me know if it applies to all the consultants across globe or is my husband really unique........

1. Sleep is fine tuned in such a way that their body can function with minimum three hours of sleep and all the pending hours gets accumulated which can be compensated by sleeping for 16 to 17 hours at a stretch.

2. They can literally sleep anywhere. Due to their frequent travels and odd working hours, their body gets adjusted to every sleeping environment. Be it airport, airplane, bus, cab, moving or at halt. Nothing disturbs them!!! They sleep like a new born child and when they wake up their system is rebooted and fresh for some more work!!!

3. Talking about work, they can just switch on their laptop (god knows what are in those excel files) amid a huge crowd and forget the outer world and focus like never before. Even if a bomb goes off, trust me, they wouldn't know!!!

4. If work is their first wife, then airplane/airport is their first house. They travel so frequently that they end up spending more time travelling than being at home. Of course rest of the hours are spent at office or on site!!!

5. Everybody has a paunch. Considering the tasty, oily food being served at every “on site” locations and having absolutely no time for workouts, as per tradition, they ought to gain few kilos. If your husband still doesn't have one, don’t panic he will get there soon!!!

6. Damn it!!! Their meetings never end. When they are back home, they switch on their laptops and utilize the one facility which I happen to detest lately. Skype. They have meetings, educational sessions, then some more meetings, conference calls and goes on…

7. They are always late. Late to the airports (missing flight is like a child’s play), late to the meetings, always late to home and late at everything. Though I still don’t see a connection between being a consultant and being late, I strongly believe this as one of the side effects.

8. They are smart and strategic. Their processing speed is high and brain is constantly functioning. So, when you are talking to them they smile and nod, because deep inside their hemispheres some excel files would be open, some drawings sprawled, some numbers being calculated, some problems being solved. Whatever you speak goes above their head if the template doesn't match!!!

9. Tension is something which stays miles away from them. May be being subjected to extreme pressure at work every day they are immune to it now. They cater to all their problems like it’s not a big thing and when they can’t resolve the issues they just laugh at it!!!

10. And this is the final banging one. If they get a good, interesting, challenging project they forget everything and everyone around. They can humanly stay away from family, friends and enjoy life just by that pleasure they get through work. Any new project which questions their capacity intrigues them to the core (I guess this is the “kick” Salman spoke about) till they screw it up and laugh and reset the project and sigh. Now when he says project is in a total mess, I know I don’t need to be tensed as it is always in a mess.

...........But if it is unique to him, then Mr.husband I am proud of you and your passion towards work!!! I know the distance is killing but hope this made you smile like it did for me!!!

Wednesday, September 10, 2014


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There she was amid the fake twinkles of life; swaying her bare hands, tapping those skinny legs and occasionally shaking those voluptuous breasts. The first day when she entered that room she was 11 years old and she witnessed a whole new dirty world stretched open her. As she grew, she was a hit. A pretty fair face with a curvaceous to-kill-for kind of a body! What else she needed to be a star amongst the dark patched sulky faces. An instant blockbuster indeed !!! But she didn't feel it that way. Every day, every hour spent in that bar sucked her towards a whole worse life. She had no choice; after all she was a show piece sold at a hefty price . She felt ugly there, uglier than ever. Especially when money fell upon her touching her golden blouse, swiftly caressing her bare belly to find its native near her foot. That was the real reason why she was there. That was the reason why she was asked to hide her womanhood under a shining much revealing blouse and a low hung red lehenga and a partially visible dupatta. There she was feeling the void inside her soul, crying out loud only to hear the dikh-chik music playing aloud. She wasn't proud being a bar dancer, but to say less, she had to survive.


Everyday sharp at 7 pm she entered this cheap world of smoke, alcohol, music and nudity. Her eyes witnessed police stations on some days and dingy looking hotel bedrooms on another. Yet, it was this smoke filled dim lighted bar she hated the most. She felt raped every second. Those prying eyes scrutinized every single detail whacking her femininity hard. She smiled, dying a million deaths inside. She smiled when they pulled her hand and offered their lap to sit. They touched her, pinched her, insulted her, and molested her. She only smiled.

One evening a man on the right corner table signaled her with a bundle of notes as she silently walked towards him. A stout man, his stomach largely popping out from the table and shining bald head glittered even more than the thick gold chain hung over his neck. Richness was savoring every bit of him.  Instantly, she knew –she had come across many of this kind – the man seeks nothing more but physical pleasure jaded with the same position with the same wife. The moment her hands reached for the bundle, he quickly shifted it inside his safari coat giving a come-get-it-baby laughter. Playfulness was pouring out of his alcohol stuffed body. She sat on his lap at his command served him drinks and gave him a ride through her beautiful giggles. When the bundle was out he reached for her blouse to insert them inside having his moment of fun. Next day, same right corner table felt his presence and so did her golden blouse and so many days afterwards. She had seen no customer being so prompt at the table and waiting only for her. She even wondered once or twice if he was in love with her, only to laugh at her tiny joke shoving her laughter.  But with each day he explored her body a bit more as if that bundle owned her. At last, bar manager asked her to accompany him to the room upstairs and there was an instant truth lying naked in front of her, no love was her destiny; it was all in the name of lust!

Once again the same smelly dark bedroom called out her name. Once again, she couldn't meet the eyes of barely naked women in those half torn posters glued to the wall. Once again a new man stood right in front - striped. Once again, she felt she wouldn't repeat this act again. Once again she saw herself being exposed, killing her morals, her innocence and her self-respect. When she felt his heavy body on her broken soul, she felt captive of this male dominated society who used her just for pleasure. Her identity was being razed, she kept silent. She was silent all these years unable to break free. But it was different that night. The voices grew louder and she couldn't even close her ears. She shut her eyes tight, yet those violent noises made her nauseate. She saw him, heard him and felt him. She wanted to scream aloud – get off me you asshole. But she kept silent but for how long? The lava of anguish was ready to burst open and her soul begged for mercy and freedom.  All those years were rolling in front of her like a motion picture and she knew, she was more than a bar dancer. If nothing great, at least a human being! She couldn't live this life forever. She couldn't be a whore in the lap of a dancer. She couldn't be that tied animal wagging tail on command. She had to be free. And she knew freedom was lying next to her satisfied.


Next day morning, when police arrived they saw her lay amid the pool of blood. His blood was scattered all around redefining an old saga of a woman’s revenge. And he rested motionless beside her. His paunch still popping out, his safari all torn and tormented while his severed body parts roared a brutal torture. Her frustration, anger, helplessness were marked on every brick of that room but more on his body. May be her vengeance was over and story too. But her real life began there.


Friday, September 5, 2014

Tribute to my Teachers !!!

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Till my 10th standard I was a dedicated, hard working student and an all rounder and hence, teacher's pet. I hardly got any scoldings from them and surprisingly, even till date they remember me. Whenever I meet them in Manipal they make a point to share few words, if not at least a sweet smile. I can feel that they were proud of me and they believe I am still the same me. But sadly, time changed me so much that I lost who I was. My identity, my morals, my attitude changed slowly and what these teachers taught me in school faded away. 

During my 11th and 12th I was a different person living in a lost world with few friends who were lost like me !!!! Having absolutely no goal in life, I hardly attended my classes and bragged about being in the black list. Yes, I was proud about it and about the fact every teachers detested me. From the first bench to last bench the journey wasn't difficult at all. I enjoyed every time I moved backwards. I enjoyed making rockets and pelting them at hard working students. I enjoyed mimicking my teachers. I enjoyed getting less marks. I enjoyed showing off my new found "cool" attitude. In short from distinction I had swiftly rolled in to being a first class student. I had no repentance, what so ever!!! Less marks crumbled my dream of getting in to a good engineering college. Average colleges were still in line but I had lost my confidence about excelling in engineering anyways. So, just going with the flow of wind and flow of my unstable mind I decided to join n number of courses and finally, ended up joining speech and hearing like picking up a dish for the main course. 

My college provided me a school environment which suffocated me. I couldn't adjust. I had to obey my seniors, lecturers, clerks and even pion. I had to submit leave notes for my absence and had to do home works. I was shattered in my new found shelter. I hated going to college as I felt a free bird was forcefully being caged. Held captive for life. Hence, I performed real bad during my first year of college. I even had attendance shortage (which is considered taboo for localites) and once again, all my lecturers got a golden opportunity to SCREW ME!!! 

My life or my attitude began to change when during my second year we got Naveen sir as our class co-coordinator. He was known for his strict attitude, rude behaviour and arrogance. Everybody was scared of him including me. I couldn't bunk my classes as he would question, I had to read as he would make me revise, I had to score good to prove I was a good student to him. Why would I want to prove anything to him? Because he is one the lecturers whom I feared and admired the most at the same time. So, during my second year of college my alignment towards studies and life began. Today, he might not know what he was to me but if not for him, I would have quit my college without any doubt due to lack of oxygen in those stifling rooms . 

My life was totally changed during my third year when our new lecturer Dr. Santosh started teaching us Fluency and its disorders. From the very first day I respected him, admired him and was totally influenced by him.  He was like a new found god to me. I couldn't believe a man of his knowledge could be so down to earth yet so inspiring. I studied his subject really hard. And surprisingly I was in the first bench. He normally spoke at a very low volume so I made a point to sit close, listen carefully and pen down every single word he spoke. He taught me how we should be a perfectionist in life. He made me go through every single point during any research activity and I am sure he knew I was lazy as a pig but without pushing me hard, he pushed me enough to make me finish my work on time. Today even if few students of mine remember me as a good lecturer then it is all because of him. 

During my post graduation, I can never forget the innumerable support rendered to me by Dr. Veena. She was like my mother and not only a lecturer. I as a person get tensed and sulk for every small things and during my post graduation the pressure in college was unbearable. She was the only person in college who supported me, who was concerned about my health and who genuinely believed in me. Once again, I had to perform well to prove her I was worth it. I worked hard and finished my assignments on time. Being honest here, if I had not received her warmth and caring, I would have definitely visited a psychiatrist during my masters. During my thesis I even pestered her to come to college on Sundays and she came willingly skipping that one day of being with her family. 

Today I may not be a great speech therapist or much knowledgeable person like my lecturers and professors but definitely a good human being. I was going through a phase in life where my own parents couldn't inspire me or guide me. These three people entered my life at the right time and unknowingly have changed my life so much, that wherever I am today I owe it to them. I am writing this post today so that I can actually tell them how much they mean to me and how strongly they play a role in where I am today. They knew all my lazy attitudes, cunning nature but still they guided me. I have come across lots of lecturers during my college life but these three were not only my lecturers but true teachers. 

"Just don't teach your students but inspire them. Try to understand them. It might be very easy to hate or humiliate them but that won't bring them back on track when they are lost. That will only make them hate you in return. Don't be a lecturer but a teacher to your every student."

Happy Teacher's Day and Thank you !!!!  

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Du - Bye !!!

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Some ten years ago I had made a pact with myself and my best friend, to shift my base to the beautiful city of Dubai. I wanted to live my dream in that dreamy city and lead a comfortable, luxurious life. Wanted to truly oblige the statement "live like a king (queen)" and the instant I had seen pictures of Dubai I was in love with it. Every day the dream grew bigger but finally, I ended up being in Jeddah sliding over my colourful dreams to an era of black and white. Last week, when I finally got a chance to go to Dubai for a vacation I was slightly hesitant considering I would never want to come back to Jeddah. But once I truly landed in this city of prodigiously stunning architecture, wide and beautifully carved roads, women with the modern trendy clothes and men with modern technologies, an instant surge of happiness over took me. First few hours I was so enchanted by this enigmatic city, I didn't even blink. It was after all a dream come true for me!!! half a day passed when the reality started seeping in. And this reality slowly started taking over me which ultimately made me thank god for not shifting my base to Dubai.

Except man made constructions there is nothing much to see in Dubai. We missed Desert safari due to lack of time, may be it would have been worth the visit. Rest everything is so artificial even the island. Where as being born in a country like India, where everything is so natural and gifted I started disliking Dubai instantly. The weather is too dry like Jeddah and I hardly saw people out on the roads. Yeah, the roads were great with people strictly following lane rules but just for that I wouldn't move to Dubai. Apart from shopping malls and spending money, you can't do anything much in Dubai. Even the excitement of going to the 124th floor of Burj Khalifa dried away once I stepped in there. It provided my eyes a great view but not extra ordinary. It is almost the same view we get while landing. The aquarium and underwater zoo was slightly better in the lot. Apart from this, if something really needs a mention here then that is shopping. Shopaholic people would love Dubai as it offers a range of brands, range of styles at a considerable price. Rest everything, for my eyes did not appeal. My heart did not go ga-ga over it as I expected. It was better than Jeddah but no where close to my country or may be I love India way too much !!!

Looks beautiful ins't it.. But when go closer these are just buildings !!!

The horrific traffic jams or pot holes cladded roads or continuous uninterrupted honking or dust, pollution or power cuts or women as fashion disasters or men still using 1100 caged in cello tapes remind me of that India where I was born, and lived for so many years. There is nothing extra ordinary about my country but it is filled with life and love. When I see so many people on the streets, cows, dogs, cats along with them I feel lively. Lush greenery, cool breeze and uncontrollably pouring rain fills my heart every time with extra joy. And when I look at Dubai, which is completely man made I don't get that kick. Yeah, it is that kick I am talking about. At the end I realized, "mitti ki khushboo" is something I can get only in my country. I feel I belong here and no matter where I go, how much I travel in life the sense of belonging will always belong to my country, with my people. India has its roots firm in history, culture and tradition as well as in the modern day contemporary styles. You still find women draped in sarees and also, in short skirts with off shoulder tees. If we think Dubai is heaven (often people have told me this), I wonder what would they call India as? India also offers great shopping places, great sight seeing places and great delicacies. Desert, snow, mountains, sea, hill stations, valleys, rivers, forest name it and you have it in India. but still India is not as famous as Dubai. Still very few foreigners comes to India for vacation compared to Dubai. Still we want to work in Dubai as it offers us a lot better pay. This is only because of corrupt politicians and the day they evolve our country will reach sky. The only thing I admired about Dubai is the King, who works so much to improve the city. It is in his presence Dubai has grown drastically and has become the hub of tourism. If these people can make a desert in to top tourist destination and balance the economy of the country with it, why can't we? After all we have so much more to offer. But no!!! Nobody wants to improve the tourism sector here. Even Indians go abroad for honeymoon like India has nothing better to offer. Just dig deep guys and see how beautiful our country is. The feeling of being in India is absolutely different. I agree it is not clean and neat but we are also to be blamed for it. Some how we become so civilized in a foreign country and search for dust bins, which we never do it in India.

Jammu & Kashmir






India looks beautiful from all the views not only aerial view !!!!

We have spoiled our country. A country which is far more beautiful than most of the countries in the world. Most are man made but our country is rich by itself. May be it is time to change our attitudes and try to make India a better place for ourselves and for others. I will start my bit by not littering and will you???

P.S : All pictures are downloaded from different sources via google :)