The Bookmarks

We open a book, we love something stated by someone; we bookmark it, we leave reading the book in the middle and want to open the same page the next time we open that book; we put a bookmark in it. Bookmarks make us relive the moments we loved or we paused at.

We have heard several times that “Life is a book”, and to this I would like to add that “Life is a book with several bookmarks in it”. My life is a book which has quite a large number of bookmarks in it. Those bookmarks are the relationships I have in my life and every bookmark of my life has its own sweet name. They have their distinguished characteristics and serve an immensely important purpose.

Mumma: she marks the time when I wanted a friend badly, the times when I was very sad and she was all that I had. She marks the time when I felt I own this world, the times when I wanted to showoff my achievements to someone, the time when I wanted breeze to blow for me, rain to quench my thirst, sun to soak my gloomy mood. This is one of those bookmarks in this book which always starts a new story. She stayed right there to say that she is waiting for me to say something, when the only thing I said was I don’t want to talk. She is the one who I always want to be by my side whilst my stay on this earth. In other words she is not just a bookmark but she is the creator..oops I mean the writer of this book… J

Papadi: ahhh…the bookmark which opened the pages of my life when I was a child. It takes me to the times when I always said that I want to be like my father, when I needed an expert advice, when I thought of building my own paradise. He marks the times when I wanted someone to take my side, when I wanted to show off to my friends that I have an iron man in my life.

Pai: opening the page of the book or rather pages of the book when I really wanted to fight for something stupid, when I wanted to buy that very expensive sweater, when I wanted something very stylish, when I thought of my career, when I wanted to play games, when I wanted to cry for something really stupid in life, when I wanted to confess something. He bookmarks the most important pages of my life; in fact he is one of my favorite bookmarks I have in my life.

Commoner: Saving the best for the last, this bookmark marks the stages when I needed a mentor, a guide, when I needed a shoulder to cry, when I wanted a punching bag to cool down my anger, when I wanted to sip coffee without any reasons, when I was left alone in life, when I wanted an ear to just hear to what I say, when I wanted to shout. The times when I had to share my deepest secrets, when I wanted to cry for the reason that I am feeling stressed. The best part I remember is the time; when this commoner entered my life and spelled my name correctly, at that very moment this marked one of my favorite pages of this book.

The memories I live, when I open the pages being bookmarked; are the ones none could ever replace. The times these bookmarks appear in the life of this book titled “the unknown traveler” are countless. The life of this traveler would have been a manuscript if it wouldn’t have the bookmarks in it.

How Known is this Unknown Traveler

The day starts with a ray of light, it tells us to open our eyes and welcome a very new day but when this unknown traveler opens her eyes, she talks to a few much known people, searches for some unknown mysteries to struggle with, clicks with some new buddies, calls some old buddies and that’s how this unknown traveler has been spending her life. But what this unknown traveler has been to all these people throughout her life.

For a few this unknown traveler is not so unknown, in fact they are the ones who know what her heart beats for, if her pulse is high than what she wants and if its low then what is it that she is missing.  Those few people in an unknown traveler’s life are her mumma, papa, pai (my big b), a commoner and a few very old buddies. To them this very identity “unknown traveler” has no meaning.

But if I consider other people in my life, it’s very difficult to explain that how known is this unknown traveler to them.

For some I am still a child who wants every other thing from this shop called world, they know if I don’t get what I want then they are the ones who will bear the brunt….LOL….

For some I am a never ending smile, they see me smiling all day long and they feel that I would be the last person they know whom they will see puzzled. But the best part of having these in life is that if at any point of time I feel sad, I prefer calling them because they always make me realize what I mean to them when they call me smile. They make me realize that at times I have also inspired them to smile. Thank you buddies for standing by me when I wanted you and no doubt that is why you are the only ones on my calling list whenever I loose faith in myself.

For some I am the green color they feel when I cross their way. I am an enemy to them; I am the jealousy that swells inside them when they see me. The reasons could be many but I prefer to be unknown to them. That’s what the rule says (rule of my life).

For some I have been a shoulder to cry on, for some I am a problem solver while for some I am the Problem, for some have heard my name, for some I have been a voice while for some I am virtual (this one is for all my net friends; I wish to meet you people soon), for some loose hope when they talk to me; while some see a ray of hope in me, for some I am very straightforward and plucky enough to challenge their instinct.

Everyone has known this unknown traveler to a level they feel is essential. I am leading an unknown life in this known world and a known life in my unknown world. 

the story of an IBIAN

U became a part of PGDM – IB AIM (09-11) batch when

On the very first day, u entered the college and thought why dint u study hard for CAT.

U wore formals because you feared Mr. Gopal Pathak would fine you if he catches you in casuals.

U ran out of the second floor corridors whenever your cell beeped.

U entered the classroom to find one known face and walked out laughing with all 56 of them.

U acted perfect just to make sure that you are not the topic for discussion that day, later you realized it’s amazing to see people smile when they discuss you.

U unknowingly became a part of college politics that spoiled your relation with a few, after a year u realized it was so immature of you to fight on such pity issues.

U came to the fresher party with your roomies, but later in the party you enjoyed with the whole batch.

U attended all the guest lectures whenever it was written “Attendance Compulsory” on the notice board only to realize that even those guests are not interested in giving the lectures.

U attended all the events in your first year

U were so tensed for your first term exams, that you started studying more than a week before just to realize that a night before your exam is the only time you can concentrate the best.

Assignments were meant to be completed before coming to the college and ab to bass yehi puchte hain, pages kitne hain..

To enter the class just a minute before the attendance is a subject matter of feeling proud

Only one source of information was known – “Google”….. source mein bhi neeche www.google.co.in likhte the

But now as the time is passing by we realize that only a few more exams are to be written and a few more events are left. The real grilling would start the day we land up in a job. This is for all my friends, to tell you that only 5 months are left of our college life, make the most of it now.

DISCLAIMER: IBIANS ARE A PART OF AIMIANS (UNITY IN DIVERSTY)

“Rush of Negativity – the art of DECEIVING it”

The old favorite phrase of all the wise men “Go for MBA and you will get a good job” has started to take a back step these days. With all the adverse effects of recession, the people with experience are not getting a good job, then how do I stand a chance (Yes, I am doing MBA for everyone's information). I by default have enrolled for the course titled “INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS” but I don’t know the “I” of it. Being a science student I don’t know why management doesn’t have any subject related to science, Eco doesn’t make me feel glad; to say the least unlike other subjects it doesn’t disappoint me though. To do away with this discomfort I have opted for finance. Yes, it does seem to be my cup of tea with a lil ginger in it (Positive Sign). But people around me come from commerce background, ahh…it straight away states that I am in a big trouble. The best I could do is brush up my fundamentals of finance (Positive Sign).

Thus first issue is resolved, but my mind always finds another reason to feel tensed. I have read somewhere that our mind never rests, it thinks of the worst situations that could happen. Another issue knocks my mind’s doors. “Bache study hard, graduation marks matter a lot when you go for job”, my big b always said so. I did pay heed to his words, but my university never did. Our state university believes in the fact that if more people get good marks, then the number of unemployed people would increase in the state, consequently government would have to create more jobs. – “The simple funda of Demand and Supply, what I have learnt in MBA till date, as the Demand increases, the supply has to be increased, and if not then it disturbs the equilibrium”. As a result, “WE” the students have to suffer and I didn’t get good marks. Thus I may not be able to apply for most of the research companies, in spite of my knowledge. If I consider my MBA then I could proudly say that yes I am performing, that compensates for my graduation marks, which would substantiate my reasons for not getting good marks in graduation. I could easily bargain on my lacking 2% marks (Positive Sign).

Remember Aamir Khan’s “ALL IZ WELLL” phenomenon, our heart is very sweet, it believes whatever we say. Keeping faith in our Bollywood industry, I have started manipulating my heart and mind for the most optimistic results. Since I was a child, I have learnt that one should always aspire for the stars, even if we don’t get them, we won’t return with a handful of mud either.

I hope I get a good job. I know this is the same story everywhere, negativity does make us weak, but we need to know a way to convert our negativity into positive energy and it could be done by CONTEMPLATION.

Well I was thinking to post this sometime later, but then one of my sanguine friends “Commoner” said that will you post it after getting a job. Well that vanished all the cynicism I had. 

Falling in love with the sunshine

The sprinkle of water makes every single thing wash of its dirt and look pretty in its wet coat. May it be the wet petals of a flower or a dove playing with its fur after being drenched in the rain, it makes the girls look prettier in their wet hair and it adds to the cuteness of the boys ( no offense).

Coming all the way from Himachal Pradesh, I have viewed almost all the scenic beauties one could imagine. the clouds covering everything, foggy weather with its own patented scent, the times when you pull out your hand to feel the water droplets, you could feel the clouds....sigh!!!

Yes, it does make you love rains....all this makes you fall in love with the rains. This time I experiences Delhi's rainy season. The day our college reopened, I as always joined my college mates three days later ( a usual phenomenon in almost every trimester).

July 4, 2010: around 8:00 a.m.

Dad came to drop me to Delhi and he insisted that in order to escape traffic we should reach Delhi early morning. So here I was shouting "HAPPY MORNING DELHI", see what I brought with me.....RAINS...I know all my friends wanted rains badly.....

On one day it was raining badly outside and we were cribbing in the class. We wanted some miracle to happen and our professors to be absent....Wow the Almighty just answered our prayers. Our faculty was on leave, which meant it was going to be a fun day....

So we celebrated the rain and titled the day as "Once upon a time on a rainy day".

(P.S. Pictures already uploaded on FB)

But to our surprise and shock, the rainy season this time is not bidding us Goodbye. It looks rains are never gonna stop. My earlier statement - I JUST LOVE RAINS has comfortably changed to I JUST HATE RAINS...

CWG work disturbed bringing shame to our country, water logging everywhere with not even a single bit of dry earth (metaphorically), Dengue and Conjunctivitis hitting on people as if the two have been dying to spread, tragic oops terrific oops traffic jam for hours. My major concern was that my term break is around the corner, but this everyday rising water level of rivers is killing me. How will I go back home?

In the midst of disappointment the Sun appeared. I have never been so thankful to the Sun for rising.... The rays are cheering me up; they are making everything look so beautiful. The rays coming from the Greens (just a few trees; i don't live in greens) outside my place are blessing in disguise for me, I am praising every single thing I am encountering, the roses have never bloomed so much and the Sun never looked so overwhelming. For this time I am falling in love with the SUNSHINE.......Yes, I admit that I am falling in LOVE WITH YOU SUNSHINE...