“You have observed nothing, Chandrika. You have applied for this post last year and what have you observed since then? NOTHING!!” A senior person of the company discouraged me while interviewing. The other two young persons seemed to be impressed with my work.
Ya, may be I have not observed up to his expectations. As I is a keen observer how can I miss to see that senior person opened the container of Pan Parag, put some in his mouth while speaking. “You are the worst observer I have ever seen in my life!”
Do you think one can chew tobacco in office or is it prohibited?
Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Calm mind
“Close your eyes and try to visualise the best scene you have ever seen in your life which calms your mind.” A saint asked the group.
I closed my eyes to concentrate.
“Open your eyes and tell me what do you see?” Two minutes later, he asked me.
“I saw a large channel which I used to cross while going to school in my childhood days. There is a huge harsingar tree (Nyctanthes arbor-tristis) on one of its side near the bridge. During blossom most of its tiny white flowers with orange-red tube fall in the channel and floats with the swift flow of water. I collected those tiny flowers which were not lucky enough to fall in soothing water and fall on hard ground".
If you close your eyes which beautiful scene you imagine that calm mind?
I closed my eyes to concentrate.
“Open your eyes and tell me what do you see?” Two minutes later, he asked me.
“I saw a large channel which I used to cross while going to school in my childhood days. There is a huge harsingar tree (Nyctanthes arbor-tristis) on one of its side near the bridge. During blossom most of its tiny white flowers with orange-red tube fall in the channel and floats with the swift flow of water. I collected those tiny flowers which were not lucky enough to fall in soothing water and fall on hard ground".
If you close your eyes which beautiful scene you imagine that calm mind?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Seasoned writers
"Generally, seasoned writers turned their real life fiascos into fiction." Mrs. 'G' said.
So guys, what do you think my posts on this blog are my real life fiascos or fiction?
So guys, what do you think my posts on this blog are my real life fiascos or fiction?
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Dream Interpretation
“I saw my boyfriend dressed totally in black color. His face was powdered with black color. He was laughing uncontrollably. I told him that he looked like a ghost. I woke up sweating.” A girl of marriageable age told me.
“Strange dream!” I said.
“I can’t understand what this strange dream means?!? Interpret for me what this means as Chandrika, you have read lots of books on dream interpretation. I only know that I really love him and desperately want to marry him” She looked at me with curious eyes.
Should I tell her that this dream indicates that her marriage with him will not be possible or should I tell her that forget it as it is just a dream not reality?
“Strange dream!” I said.
“I can’t understand what this strange dream means?!? Interpret for me what this means as Chandrika, you have read lots of books on dream interpretation. I only know that I really love him and desperately want to marry him” She looked at me with curious eyes.
Should I tell her that this dream indicates that her marriage with him will not be possible or should I tell her that forget it as it is just a dream not reality?
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Blog for WHAT?
“Hell, I can’t make money out of damn blogging.” Mr. ‘L’ uttered disappointingly.
Dear blogger friends, do you blog for yourself or for money?
Dear blogger friends, do you blog for yourself or for money?
Friday, September 23, 2011
TV antennae
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Khichadi - my all time favourite
“What have you cooked today?” Mr. ‘H’ asked me as aroma enters his nostril. We were sitting in the drawing room to which kitchen was adjacent to.
“Nothing special.” I replied.
“It smells tremendous good. What have you prepared in the dinner?”
“Just normal food.” I hesitated to tell.
“What na?” He insisted.
“Khichadi!.”
“WHAT?????????????”
“Ya, it is my all time favourite and is also known as hotchpotch, a mixture of boiled pulses, rice and salt.”
“Whenever I prepared it never smells so good. HOW does it smell excellent?”
Does anyone know the answer to this question?
“Nothing special.” I replied.
“It smells tremendous good. What have you prepared in the dinner?”
“Just normal food.” I hesitated to tell.
“What na?” He insisted.
“Khichadi!.”
“WHAT?????????????”
“Ya, it is my all time favourite and is also known as hotchpotch, a mixture of boiled pulses, rice and salt.”
“Whenever I prepared it never smells so good. HOW does it smell excellent?”
Does anyone know the answer to this question?
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