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Okay. before you start imagining things. This post is about a ‘vaikuntha samaradhana’ ( apparently a ritual to send a dead person to ‘Gods own country’) of a friend of my grandma’s that I attended.

Two thoughts.

1)  When I saw her for the first time, she was around 75 and  I was around 3 years old. She was a widow and was living with her son. Now, if I look back and  compare our lives in the past 20 years, I cannot help but notice that my life has changed  so much and her life had been pretty much the same. She was still living with her son and probably had the same kind of conversations with her grand children everyday. But I’ve gone places.  So if I try to generalize it and plot a graph of new experiences (which I call ‘growth’) vs time, it will look something like this.

*As you can see, I’ve treated death as a major change.

So, after a certain point in your life, you will stop having new experiences and are bound to get stagnant. Your life gets monotonous. You get bored. That’s what I’ve seen. Sounds terrible, doesn’t it?

But as I was drawing this graph, I realized that in our early days, changes are built into our lives. New school, new friends, new places, new cities, college, getting a job, wedding, children etc etc. Something or the other keeps changing. But after that, we don’t have any major changes in our lives that happen automatically. So ‘growth’ as I call it is not a function of age but of change. All you have to do is to bring some changes into your lives and keep it new. Doesn’t sound that difficult! #relief

2) On a not so serious but important note, it’s irritating when people, that too people of your age, that too girls come and say ‘Bhargav, is that you? Oh my God, I couldn’t recognize you at all!!‘ when all ( I think) they mean is ‘Shit, You have got so fat! What do you eat for lunch, you moron!‘. I agree it’s been 10 years since we’ve met and even I couldn’t recognize some of them, but common, it hurts. And it doesn’t really help if her grandma comes mentions some stupid thing that you did a decade ago. And it really really doesn’t help when that girl says ‘Remember that poem you used to sing just to irritate me?!‘. And it really really really doesn’t help if  your grandma says oh so proudly ‘Yeah, he still does that. He hasn’t changed at all‘. So much for a great Saturday, eh?

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Why you should NOT take a PTO

Here is a list of all the things that I missed the most on Wednesday, when I took a PTO( Paid Time Off) and decided to stay home.

1)Biscuits and various beverages(They keep me awake during the working hours).

2) Chatting with friends on gtalk.

3) Endless  browsing at high speed all through the day.

4) Awesome food at 12.30 sharp.

5) Meaningful discussion with the team about the current trends.

6) Post lunch eating with my gang.

7) Debate on all the things you can imagine in “Talk with H”.

8 ) A nap on the terrace.

9) Tea in VRT’s cubicle along with VP and KP.

10) A deskphone which allows me to “stay connected” with friends.

And, what did I gain?? “Nothing”. To go away, the fever needed not a PTO but some tablets and a knife sized needle!!!

Therefore, guys, a piece of advice. Whatever happens to you, however ill you are,however bad the situation is,just get the medication and go to work. Taking a leave and staying home may look like a good idea ( particularly when you have a lot of PTOs left), but trust me. It’s really irritating to be at home doing nothing and you’ll prefer working in office.

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I’ve always been a shy baby when I’ve to talk to girls whom I don’t know well. My hands start shivering and my tongue begins to fail. But there are some times where in you have to face the worst fears of your life. The same thing happened to me last week when I got stuck with a girl who could speak only English.

That day,I got down at Minerva circle and was waiting for the signal to cross the road. That’s when I saw Ms.F standing 10 feet away from me. Gynophobia!!This is one of those times when I really wish that I had one of those Harry Potter’s invisibility cloaks…

There were three options before me. One was to turn back and leave the arena. The second was to pretend like I haven’t seen her at all and the last one was to talk to her. I was pondering over the options when F turned and smiled at me. I could still have all the options to escape, but i smiled back at her. Oh my God!!What have I done?? Now I had to talk to her.

I was wondering what to talk. With in a second, everything that I had ever known or heard flashed in my mind. My head was going dizzy. I slowly walked up to her and “Which class now ,F?”, I asked her.

F: “ACA, I think”. She said in her strange accent.

“He wont say anything right?. It’s already ten past nine”.

Me: “naa, he will let us in.No problem”.

This was followed by an awkward silence. I was searching for the topic I could talk. For me, talking with her was a 3 Pass process. In the first pass, I’d form a list of all the sentences that I can say. In the second, I’d choose the most appropriate sentence for the situation. And in the final pass, I’d translate my thoughts into English. Though the first two passes could be done in a small amount of time, given my proficiency in English, it ‘d take at least 10 seconds to translate a sentence. So there’ll be a gap of a minimum of 12 seconds between her saying something and me replying to it.

Okay, the signal went red , the flow of vehicles stopped and we started to move. I asked “Howz your project going?”. She said ” We have just started. It’s very difficult………..”. I couldn’t understand the rest of what she said. I just assumed that she hasn’t said anything very important and said “what’s your project neway?”. She gave me a strange look. Probably she had said everything about her project to me in her last answer. I didnt know.. “What’s your project?”, she asked. Now at last, I could talk something… I told her everything…. SMS thing, me n A’s experiment, the current status…everything.. “Hey, What’s your Project Team?” she asked.

Was that a question??? Everybody in the college knows that ABC are and will always be together… N I’m sure that she knew about AP… Then why the question? I was really angry. But I was not sure that I ‘ll be able to convey all my feelings in English . So I just told her “me, A, C n AP”… “Oh ok..” ,she said.. Then she said something.. All I could understand was one word. ‘JAVA’. But it was not entirely my fault… She has a strange accent. She can use the word ‘yes’ in 5 different ways to mean 5 different things.. How can you expect a frightened gynophobiac to understand something like that??

Then it went on and on, n finally we were in college… For the first time in my life, I was very happy to enter the class room.. We didn’t bother to ask BTH’s permission. We got in. She went to her place to sit and I, as usual, went to the place where A n C were sitting to narrate the whole story.

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