Goodbye!

Goodbye! we say it every single day with a smile on our face knowing that we are gonna meet each other the next day. But when the time comes to say goodbye and let go forever we reckon how hurtful this simple word can be. I am saying Goodbye’s to my friends and colleagues the past couple of months and even though I may have never said it out loud, a teeny weenie bit in me feels sad at every single goodbye - some more hurtful than others. 

This blog post is dedicated to my friends and colleagues, who, I am seeing off this month. Inevitably, change is in the air and as a souvenir it is biting me in the wrong places.

I, Me & Myself

While writing blogs, I am always conscious of one thing that it has lots of ‘I’ in it. Example - I think, I feel, I love, I want, I dig, I bitch… boy, that’s a lotta I’s, right. This consciousness is a fruit of all the management lessons which were stuffed into my head, by my so called teachers. In Management schools I was taught to use less ‘I’ and more ‘We’, “It is always a team thing”.

But this is not a management school and I was never a good student. This is my blog and all that you should find in here is I, Me & Myself :D

Is there ‘God’, in details?

I never understood the expression ‘God is in details’ (i.e. until recently). I am a new car owner and the agony a car owner has to go through, in a city like Mumbai, is simply despicable. Apart from the much hyped ‘lack of parking space’ and ‘pothole filled roads’; what worries me the most, are the little things. During the first few weeks I would look at my car parked in our parking lot and feel proud. The sparkling blood red body the charming silverish headlight, the unique design and the tall structure were part of my admiration and then it started.

My brother & the Car

One fine day I approach the car and see it, a scratch and I go “holy marry mother of GOD! How did this happen?” there on every scratch or dent I find in the car, the expression Oh my God flows out of me naturally.  And for people who do not agree; God is everywhere – including 'in details' ;) 


That’s all folks!

Baby or Barbie

Question: Why do you want a baby Girl?  

Answer: “There are so many cute things you can buy for a baby girl”.

I might be wrong, but it seems, what some Mom's need is a ‘Barbie’ not a ‘Baby’.

If you are a girl and disagree to this, answer this simple question; Are you paranoid or irritated with your mother’s need to be involved in each and every decision of yours, including small things like, the way you dress, eat, sit, walk etc.? If your answer is ‘yes’ …………YOU’RE YOUR MOTHER’S BARBIE!

Nothing's Permanent

The head says nothing’s permanent; the hearts smiles and asks, “What about these?”

Mother’s love, for her child;

shades of green, in the wild.

Hope - that springs you up when you’re down;

Love - the shiniest diamond on the crown.

Justice and Freedom, 
when we stand up for it;

Almighty God’s Kingdom, 
when we believe in it.

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                                                    - Gifta Raja

to be or not to be!

If life was a running truck in a highway,  coming towards your direction;  where would you wanna be?

1. in the sidewalk and watch it pass   2. in the middle of the road and be hit by it

Writer’s block!!!

Writer’s block........... This is exactly why I started writing in the first place, to say things like "I am facing a writer's block (sounds posh right! :D)".

That’s just me; I have always been attracted to an idea rather than the reality. I like the idea of being in love, but, when asked to commit; I drop the whole concept like a hot potato and escape the situation in a jiffy.

Whenever I was asked what I wanted to do, my face would turn blank. There are so many things I wanna do, it’s often & almost impossible to pin point at one thing and state “that’s what I wanna do”. I have been facing this dilemma since my kindergarten days (it’s true!). Picture this:
“A class room filled with four year olds; a teacher who had just shot the million dollar question - What do you want to become, when you grow up?, creative and ambitious replies in the form of words flying through the classroom. Amidst this, is one soul scared and confused to pick one word that could describe what she desires to become one day. This was kindda how I spent my whole schooling period!”

Today I see the words I refused to let out have formed a personality (I call her ‘thoughtsmith’) of its own and flow through various mediums - like this blog. I may still be the scared and confused type but my thoughts & words on the other hand have a mind of their own and have outgrown the comfort shells called fear and confusion, which I use to hide from this world.

Any psychiatrist will give a fancy name to this syndrome, (and I’m sure I will never be able to pronounce it right :P hehehe) it does not bother me. I await the day when I learn to accept the reality of things rather than the idea of it; till then I’m gonna let the thoughtsmith in me have a helluva time.

Adios / Sayonara / Good bye  . . . . . . . . . . . . for now!

Appraisals :)

Is this it?….
This can’t be it…..
Oh my Gosh! This is it…..

Exactly how I reacted after gettin the appraisal, from my current firm. Went a step ahead, did a reverse calculation and reckoned; can’t even buy peanuts with these :)

Happy New Year

Luv, Gifta Raja