This angel has a name - Jahnvi

This angel has a name - Jahnvi

Will she wake up everyday and smile at herself,

Will she wake everyday to her own beauty,

Will she touch herself and say, enough of this earthly stay, lemme go back to jannath,

I don't want to write her name and scratch it, because I don't even want to hurt the letters "Jahnvi",

Does she feel lonely on this planet, as she is the only angel left?

The desire to eat,

The need to eat,

The wait to eat,

The mouths are open to eat,

The food is ready to be eaten,

The question is, What do you want to eat?

She is a Woman!

You are beautiful just because you are a woman.

You don't need extra accessories or makeup or botox to make you anymore beautiful.

You are special because you are just proud being a woman, you carry feminineness with pride and grace.

It feels like you are thanking God for making you with every smile, every look, every flip of your hairs, every sway of hips.

A Jhanvi Bhakt

My love for Jhanvi Kapoor keeps growing as I see her more.

My wife and all my friends find my liking and attraction towards her obnoxious.

They say she is way too plastic, too artificial and fake.

But I like whatever she does, all her looks, her style, her aura, her feminity, I am her true Bhakt!

I can now sense and relate to the psyche of one more set of Bhakts in the Country.

Both are artificial, love to pose for the cameras, look their best all the time.

Both have followers who love and defend whatever they do, and haters who abuse whatever they do.

This again leaves me with this worm stuck in my head - Do we see world as it is? Or do we see world the way we want to perceive it?

Gyan Bhandar - 8

If we are Books, here is the text

I am the wisest, but with no qualification,

I am the honest, but most betrayed,

I am the generous, but most poor,

I am the kindest, but most hurt,

I am charming, but with no looks,

I am the mentor, but with no success.

I don't claim to know everything, I don't claim to be a gyan guru, but I feel the energy, I feel goodness, I feel god, I feel love, I want to share, I want to care, I want to protect, I want to save, I want to help and it's all 100% genuine.

We are like Books, some text by life lessons, some text taught to us, some text by observation, some text by inspiration, but most pages filled with words coming from within.

The thinking process...

When you step on shit on the road, you find ways to clean, but not stand and think whose Shit is that.

When I tell her that we are going out to Kumar's party, "Who all are coming? What time are we going? What should I wear?".

When I tell him that we are going out to Deepti's party, "Sure, let's go".

When the toe is twitching, you go to the Doctor and have it checked, but not open Google "Why is the toe on my right foot is twitching?"

Overthinking is a disease, thinking too much on unnecessary stuff creates nonexistent problems.

As the saying goes "Worrying is like paying a debt that you don't owe".

Zero Speed

Do we not bang a Car if we see "Baby on board" sticker? What should we do if we find a Car with "No Baby on board" sticker?

Who do we assume is the culprit in a road accident involving a BMW Car and a Maruti 800? "Must be a Bloody rich, spoilt brat"

Who do we assume is the culprit in a road accident involving a Scooter and a Truck? "The Driver must be drunk and sleepy"

You stop your Car at a traffic signal, and a two-wheeler hits your car from behind. You get down with anger, frustration lining up all bad words you can think of...what will be your reaction if you find the 2-wheeler driver is a:

School going kid / an old gentleman / a lady / a Swiggy guy / a humble guy who apologizes even before you react!

Do I teach you do do you Learn?

It is well established that people understand and consume things as per their perception, irrespective of how much I explain.

If daily communication and interactions are so difficult, I wonder how academic teachings are dealt with. How much of teacher's skills, ability, communication skills matters to a student's ability to learn?

Probably the job of a teacher is to demonstrate and explain to their best abilities on the subject. It is upto each individual on their grasping ability and how they consume the content.

Probably that's why there are students who learn everything and few others find it difficult to learn anything, despite having same source and quality of teaching.

Do teachers come to teach? Or students go to Learn?

Nobody can probably teach anyone anything, you can only make them think.

My sister who is a Teacher by profession, clarified that unlike daily communications, teaching deals with cognitive aspect of the brain and no emotions, ego involved.

GI & Listening

Our GI is beautifully designed and our Stomach and the Intestines are pre-programmed to consume only the nutrients and discard everything else.

No matter what you eat, regardless of cuisine, cost of the food, taste, they just consume what they are designed to, and everything else becomes Shit!

Our Listening mechanism unfortunately doesn't work that way.

People say good listening shouldn't be judgmental. But what to listen and what to ignore itself is being judgmental.

We process information what we need and ignore what we think we don't need in every single conversation or any information consumption.

So, we decide what to process, how to process based on our judgement at that point, more than what information we are actually receiving.

Sorry, I got no time.

Sorry, I got no time.

Sorry, I have work, can't make it,

Sorry, I can't take off today,

I would have loved to join, but I can't.

A sense of achievement, having well established, is when you will be able to find time, make time.

Who doesn't like being around people who make time for you!?

Time never stops for anyone, neither does the events nor life. Time is allocated to us, if we don't use time to free ourselves, it will be gone and never come back.

Even an understanding mind gets tired of being understanding of how you can't take time off!

The run for the Exams

Another season of Exams..parents n kids all worked up, with dreams, anticipations, hopes, stress and tension in the air.

Haven't met many of my friends, haven't had our regular group catch ups for over 2 months now, as everyone wants to just be there for their children and be around them, while they slog and burn some midnight oil.

I should be the last person to be even talking about children, exams and parental pressures, as neither am I a parent nor did I ever take education and academics seriously.

No way am I taking an iota away from the importance from education and exams.

End of the day, exams and education in general should aim to prepare kids to think, understand and process information logically, and not just byheart and vomit in the exams to score marks.

Majority of my Employees who are Engineers, are poor in communication and logical thinking ability.

Low scores, the prefix of your graduation no way reflects the abilities when they enter a professional setup.

The Funnier Side - Part 4

The Fan, the enemy

No one can come between me and you,

No one can do us apart,

My love towards you is strong enough to hold on to each other for atleast 2 more births.

No conflicts, no misunderstanding, no distractions, not even in-laws can kick a crack on the wall.

The only thing that can push us apart is death......and Fan!

Yes, that bloody Fan! I have rarely come across a couple who both like either Fan on or Fan off.

This eternal conflict, every single night:

"I can't sleep without the Fan"

"My nose gets blocked, turn it off"

"You get under the blanket, I need it airy"

"I don't want to get under a blanket, it gets stuffy"

"I can't take all those neighbour's noises and dogs barking, I can't sleep without the sound of the fan"

Where is the end to this? Has anyone found a solution?

Reunion Intro

Hello there,

Let me introduce you to Me. Wait, should I introduce you to Today's Me, or yesterday's Me?

You don't even know today's Me, let me re-introduce you to yesterday's Me.

Damn, I don't know yesterday's Me properly, I don't remember him much.

But whom am I introducing confused Me to? Today's You or Yesterday's You?

I don't know Today's You, and my memory fails Me remembering yesterday's You!

Let's try again...introducing the Yesterday's Me to the Today's You, through Today's Me's Eyes to Yesterday's You's memories.

Waking up!

I start the day with the most painful, unpleasant, depressing process - waking up!

I have never woken up fresh, bright, happy, energized, nor do I know anyone who does so.

The process of opening the eyes with great difficulty, forcing myself out of the bed, and those 15 minutes on the commode are the most excruciating activities that I start the day with. As age is catching up, the add-on of back pain is an icing on the cake.

I don't know how the school/college/office going crowd manage to beat this morning blues every single day of their lives, who cannot afford to miss even a minute after the alarm rings!

I have only seen small infants wake up happy, with a wide smile on their face!

And yet they become active only after the mother gives them love, warmth, cuddle and comfort them.

The Middle Seat

I very rarely get an Aisle seat or a Window seat in the Flight, it's always that torturous middle seat - can't stretch the legs, can't keep the hands on arm rest, can't peacefully doze off.

And on that rare day when I got the Window seat, a woman seated in the Middle seat asked "Can I take the Window seat?"

Now the dilemma - the nice me reminds me of: respect for woman, culture, upbringing, being courteous. Ofcourse I will be thanked, She and people around will think good of me, wish me well, and my preferred persona stands out.

While all these was running in my mind in those 5 seconds of thinking, I settled for the response "Sorry, I will prefer to sit in my seat"!

Idly Vs Dosa

A gang of 15+ enroute to a trip, stopped at a Hotel for breakfast.

For some, the obvious choice was Idli-Vada, for some Masala Dosa was their first pick, and for few it was a dilemma between the two!

These two iconic South Indian delicacies have stood the test of times with no clear winner in the battle of popularity!

It surely is a personal choice, with both being close to heart for us South Indians. Both have their legacy, both are versatile, it's an emotion to eat Idli or a Dosa silently in a corner, savouring the taste.

My wife being a huge fan of Idlis, is never confused. She can have idlis for breakfast and every other meal.

While my Mom is a Dosa lover and orders as a special treat, Idly being the daily breakfast choice.

The statistics also says both are equally popular. Swiggy has delivered over 30 Million Idli orders last year, while Masala Dosas were also around the same number, with no clear winner.

The Old Me

Have I grown old? Or have I gotten old?

I refuse to grow old!

It just feels like yesterday that I went to school, unmindful, carefree, deriving happiness in all stupid, silly things in life.

Both body and mind now says I have gotten old.

I have gotten so old that I prefer to do nothing on weekends,

From 5 Rotis & a Fried Rice at a Dhabha, to 1 Soup and curd rice at a fine dine,

I am fine with my receding hairline, but the fading memory of my childhood days troubles me more.

It's yet another weekend, and then will come yet another week, and the cycle goes on.

I don't know when responsibility, stress, struggles, debts, diabetes, B.P, investments took over fun, laughter, holidays.

I am tired of being matured, an expert, I was happy being stupid, careless, guilt free. I want those days of sleeping like a Child, I want to yell at my mind "Can you shut the F.... up and lemme sleep, stop thinking!"

Don't know when it changed from being taken care to taking care.. don't know if I have grown old or if I have gotten old!

A Memory called MSS

What's sweeter than a union, is a reunion.

Reunion - where no one gets left behind or forgotten.

Call us friends, call us family, call it a clan, call it a tribe, we are MSS'ites

By

Murali Murthy

A small initiative by Lakshmi and Ashwin to get few old buddies together soon became a wild fire, and most of us boarded the ship, that was all set to sail through memories and good old MSS days.

Mahila Seva Samaja - First school for most of us, a place where we first got our exposure, learning, friendship, that groomed and chiseled us all and played it's part in what we are today.

A school that had vast play grounds and we boys were beyond thrilled to make best use of it. The school also made the best use of the ground, encouraged and organized many sports including Cricket, Kho Kho, Volley Ball...

The Cricket Match between A & B section was the most memorable events and epic of all.

Each of us have our own memories and connect with MSS. But the most nostalgic memories all of us have in common are: Chikki shop, Laalis, Chur chand, "school made" leather cork balls, paper ball cricket..First rank Malini, Dwiji's fancy cycle, Ramya-Sowmya, the pure taste of clear water from the tank filled with paachi. Usha miss, Saroja miss, Vatsala Miss, Manjula Ma'am.

The innocent love interests.

And our sisters studying in the same school was more of a torture, as every small incident, mischief and summons were sent to our sisters. And they didn't leave such a golden opportunity to further escalate at home and got sadistic pleasure while we were being yelled by our parents.

Though we all had a reunion in mind, we just wanted to get to know, get comfortable with everyone and reconnect.

We started off sharing our little, feeble memories of MSS days, sharing then and now pictures. Most of us were always glued to the group. So much so, that our Spouses started to frown that we are always on the school group!

Some of us continued to be in touch even after school that has bloomed into friendship for life.

It was December, and some of them were coming to Bangalore for holidays, the timing was perfect to plan a reunion.

While the main event was still taking shape, building up to the reunion, smaller groups started catching up.

With lot of coordination, repetitive discussions, we could all finally agree on 24 Dec 2023 as the date for a reunion.

Once the date was decided, Ashwin & Kavitha quickly took charge and some of us contributed to plan the meet elaborately.

Deciding the theme, menu, billing, activities all were brainstormed and thought through.

As the D Day was nearing, the excitement & anticipation was obvious, all were eager to meet up, after over 3 decades.

Technically friends, practically strangers.

Though we were seeing most of them after 33 years, there was no dearth of warmth around.

We couldn't recognise most of them, we didn't know many by name, yet each of us felt we knew each other well.

It was warmth, warmth and warmth...we could connect to each other just like that...shredded inhibitions within few minutes and engaged in some deep discussions.

It was a pleasant and diversified mix of people in varied professions. Unlike typical majority IT crowd, each of us had completely different career, path, industry and expertise starting from farming to entrepreneurship to professors to IT, making it an interesting catch up.

The reunion was indeed a Gala time, we laughed our hearts out, we smiled, we hugged, we cheered, we partied, we posed, relived our youthful days.

We hope there are more such reunions and this reconnect leads to some good friendship & bonding.

It will be interesting to see if future reunions will have same energy, vibes and excitement

The Poet in me - 5

ಸಪ್ತ ಸಾಗರದಾಚೆ ಎಲ್ಲೊ

I am trying you,

I am prying you,

I am loving you,

I am protecting you,

I am seeing you.

I care for you,

I pray for you,

I fight for you,

I am there for you.

I am losing you,

Hope am not failing you.

Don't change, if you do, you will kill me slowly, painfully, brutally.

I have an empty house, that I want you to fill,

I am losing my identity, I want you to give me a name,

My heart is broken, I want you to stitch it,

I am waiting for you somewhere far, by the beach, ಸಪ್ತ ಸಾಗರದಾಚೆ ಎಲ್ಲೊ...

The sense in the nonsense

The nonsense is making sense, the senseless is meaningful, the falsettos sounds perfect, the faults are becoming perfection, Latin & Greek is sounding like English.

I see dumbness in your intelligence, and creativity in your dumbness.

I hear music when you talk, and ridiculous when you sing.

You see garbage in my writing, I hear buffoonery when you read.

The unseen wounds and unheard silence

The unseen wounds, I choose to heal in silence.

The inner pains, I choose to endure in loneliness.

The unexplainable struggles, I choose to fight within.

The baggage I carry, I choose to hold on and not let go.

The untold stories, I choose to share when I overcome.

Do you have the patience to hear my story?

Do you have the time to put balm to my wounds?

Do you care for my pains?

The day you let me go, I will stop holding on to you.

I am used to the chaos in my heart and mind, sometimes I wonder if struggling is life or am yet to start living.

PS: I am perfectly alright, life is good, these are just postulations.

The Happy Roots

I spread my roots and plant myself where I exist,

My branches seems happy, but my roots aren't,

If hiccups really mean someone far is thinking of you, something is calling you,

Why am I even far away from it,

I wish I could easily unplant and replant myself at my will,

I know I will leave a scar if I unplant myself,

But I want both my branches and roots to be happy.

Eye for an eye, Love for Kindness

Is Forgiveness for an apology?

Is Forgiveness because we need a closure?

Is Forgiveness because of our willingness to let go?

Or is it to show you are just well raised!

Not everyone is someone's cup of tea, but you will surely be some round of Shooter for sure.

I will give you my kindness,

I will let you win,

I will make you smile,

I will put you on a pedestal,

In return, give me peace, show me God, be my music, give me hope, show me the way, take this load off me.

Unshackling you

How do I unshackle you?

Do I unshackle you with my Love Or with a knife?

Or do I free you from my Love?

I was the one tied you up all this while, I only realized now,

I see you shackled in my Love,

Had you told me earlier that my Love is suffocating, I would have let you go, let you live, let you love, let you free, let you fly.

Here you go, I free you from my love, from my shackles. Fly high, away from me, back to your tree.

Know when you are unwelcomed

What I have that you don't have,

What I do that you can't do,

I read between the lines,

I hear the unsaid words,

I say the unheard things,

I feel the pain behind that smile,

I also suffer that pain you are suffering,

I hear the chaos in your silence,

I hear the tremors in your mind when you are standing still.

I am not a mind reader,

I don't judge everyone I meet,

But I have the common sense and presence of mind to know and sense when it's odd, when its awkward, when I am unwelcome.

Howdy Saddler's Cafe

 Howdy Saddler's Cafe 

By

Murali Murthy 

Peace is always beautiful.

Peace is a state of mind that each of us achieve & feel at different places, in different ways.

For me, Peace is in the roots, back to the nature, close to the nature, by the nature.

We urban creatures living in this urban jungle, need frequent dose of "peace meal", to be sane!

Relaxation can be good quality time with family, good laughter with friends, good food, calm and peaceful environment amidst a natural habitat.

If this is your definition of Peaceful time and relaxation, then a private farm off Kanakapura Road, is your destination!

It's not a Resort, it's not a Homestay, but a private Farm that houses a Cafe, Horse stable, a Horse Riding Training academy - Stallions Valley School Of Lifestyle.

Zohar is a passionate man with lots of energy and an extremely friendly host.

We were a group of 7 friends, and he was a perfect host. He gave us a private space and was accommodative of all our demanding requests.

Zohar owns this Saddler's Cafe in a 6+ Acres of farm which is raw and rustic, and animal friendly. The guests are welcomed by his warm smile and friendly hug, and a detailed walk through of the Farm. He passionately introduces us to all the Horses and their behavior.

It was interesting to note such a place existed, and many youngsters are interested to learn Horse riding.

Zohar is also a fitness freak, a black belt, deep sea diver, into calisthenics and what not. He is a 2nd Gen entrepreneur and this unique interest in Horses.

The Saddler's Cafe is a chic yet humble place to hang out, sit and chat with friends for a whole day.

Loads of fun activities, including Cricket, Badminton, board games, Speakers n Mike for some group fun, Shooting with Air Guns, and few games to relive our childhood days: Caterpillar and Buguri!

We had a great time at this place. Easy, relaxing, private party place. As you spend more time here, you get a feeling that you own it, a feeling of belonging sets in.

Again, thanks to Neena Pereira for yet another worthy recommendation.