choc-ice realisation

september26'2010
sunday,11:25pm
GAIL,Pata
It is going to be nearly one complete year (one month left)at work in my company as an engineer.Lots of thoughts and images are rumbling throughout adding to a vague picture of all the one year mementoes of this place:some good ,some bad,some pleasant and some stringent enough to carry on.There were lots of realisations and vicarious feelings in such a little time you can say but which seemed to be an age which in true sense made me feel one more year old to my age this time.Amazing varities of people,surprisingy filthy environment,arid and sour loneliness,rugged routine which sometimes offers some faddist impressions though are all those i came across as much I can recall right now at stretch without any pause.However there were some illuminating scenes as well whose shelter i often pursued to get escaped from the boisterous things I just mentioned.The most implicit among them was my eager-beaver state at work which always helped me forget all else.Though wether hammer struck at right point or not,it matters least to me as always.Many times on field I found and noticed so many things consistently unchanged and thus my inspiration.Among them was the behaviour of some critical equipments which used to become more adverse at the repetitive manual mischieveous attitudes which are generally stereotypes.Though animated,machines healthy working cannot be compromised with the no help behaviours of the operators coz not only the life of machine with which expectations of the company has been reposed but also the life of the concerned personnals associated would be at stake.Generally humans are not adaptive towards change ,it is indeed hard since it brings a feeling within that you were wrong.Though pre acceptance time is hard to get along but once that change happens hollowness inside gtarts getting consolidated.Competition,race,hiearchy,system,discipline,catch-22 all are the prevalent and logically very utmost features of a public sector company where you can grow old very soon not in terms of your experience but your layout as well.After a monotonus streched out schedule,when you come out to some outer world you would feel that there are lots of things to  think and discuss and care and learn but only thing that is pulling our leg is that we cannot change the work profile and neither its schedule.Life has changed a lot and after writing this much one more realisation pinched me just now that pessimism has entered into me when ,how I dont know and this feature is also of course one of the rewards of my one year work in a PSU where your own changes would not be conspicuous to you.But I cannot talk dark,not at all reasons being very simple...firstly I do not want these changes in me and get layered with the dust of these corporeal filthiness and secondly every cloud has a silver lining and every shooting star fulfills a wish ...these things still are my beliefs and make my heart green amidst the dead appearing workplace.I am happy I am still having the tender sentiments,getting layered though,I am still having the courage to break the ice of monotony and prejudices,I am stll having the love of my loved ones and i am still having too many things to do to retain my being as myself.

one year and one girl....still lot to do taking short pauses to regain the lost values of life...............just scared sometimes that this choc-ice will melt and so will be the whiteness..........
all the best to me and with newer hopes ....
sweta

some moments which we cherished and some we are waiting to come across...............
compliments,
sweta

“SHE” is the chief…….!!

The title sounds marvelous…….isn’t it??

But first and foremost, above all, I thank the Almighty for making me the one among those privileged classes of girls in this modern Indian society who have the permission to come out of their shelters, leaving behind the household exertion (for some manageable time) and go to Office!! I thank Him for making me the one among the ones who can share her each and every experience with her most nearest and dearest….. who have their every interest in her talks….. and who are elated with even a small success of hers ..…..who stand besides her while she enjoys her interests, her place and her penny!!

Certainly, I am fortunate here…..and so are my most friends..….but the question which ache my heart is that why don’t all she of this great nation fall in this category? Why are there still so much of constraints to limit her even in this age when few of her gender even inhaled on moon and when a she occupies the topmost chair of the nation!! It was this grand nation only that produced Laxmibai centuries ago…..and where female deities have been worshiped since ages for all forms of human luxuries and comforts!!

No doubt there is a long list of “she(s)” of this nation who fetched laurels in their endeavors. They have ruled the nation, been the CEO(s) and MD(s), topped the universities and entrances, been IAS/IPS/Doctors/ Engineers/IAF Leaders /Scientists/Sports persons and teachers, above and beyond being been a super mom, a lovely wife and a beautiful daughter….. but the statistics still shows that this “privileged she” have mostly if not all, belonged to the built-up. Still there is a layer of people in this society who considers her encumber and ill-fate and who goes on and on for another issue to have a male. Still there are homes in which the females are bound to carry “only” their domestic duties, not due to the division of work, but because they are considered to be destined to do so……in other words they are only made for it!! If the nation has to be the bird of gold again, this perspective needs to be altered!! Its high time & remember that service begins at home!!

Add your bit…….VALUE HER!!

You can feel her care in form of a sister;

You can feel her warmth in form of a friend;

You can feel her passion in form of a beloved;

You can feel her dedication in form of a wife;

You can feel her divinity in form of a mother;

You can feel her blessings in form of a grandmother;

She is so tough…….yet her heart is so tender;

                                              So naughty;

                                           So charming;

                                        So sharing;

                                      So melodious;

She is a women……..she is life !! 

She can manage all things ….. she has that caliber…..just give her the opportunity……she will surely prove it!!

I am sure coz I do it J ….awesome experience 2 work  & study & cook & care my dears & relax & then move on again…..jus luv the cycle…..:):)

& luv u bhaiya, maa and daddy …… dis zz my 1^st article in dis blog J

With love and regards,

Pankhuri

go on recalling.."it's time to.....

some stress busters and worry wear outs
:sitting on the terrace at night draped with stars and yellow moon.....
painting papers with the colour of the moods
looking at the gifts and cards of great moments in the past
sitting with the nature making self peaceful and quiet
receipes at kitchen mixing all the tastes of events....
watching videos made with kith and kin and photos with excellent poses...
 shopping and trial room strikes....
dreaming of things which are owned in dreams...

Beginning with...........

September,24'2010
00:59HRS
A reverie village of white petals has been discovered to find out the deep corners of hearts which when will speak not exactly magical dust would be sprinkled but the happiness and bliss will enter within.The far away helplessness will turn into an  enhanced intimacy and a state of reverie will bring back the days ,call back the moments and strike out the missing joys.A village of openness,gossips ,wordiness,giggles,tickles,critics,sarcasm and fun would count for the coming grand moments we are going to share together and the tunes on which we would dance together.
White petals are the faces of all those emotions and feelings that need to be written and shared together and are the harbingers of the fading shadows of five souls whose laughters,screams,kisses,whootings,gags and frolics are still floating in the air.Vicariously to enjoy the same companionship and togetherness due to the material distances in between,softness of the petals under the exreme whiteness need to touch all the fragments to fragmentise the aura once again.
now feeling too sleepy at this time,will revert back with the petals.....good night world and good night my plants in the new garden:my money plants with new tender and tight green leaves everyday grow at list a cm longer and are too eager it seems to wrap the walls,my rangoon creepers which have reached the terrace giving me butterflies in beely in the excitment of arrivals of flowers which are still awaited,my two twin kids with white four petals..some hanging on and some on the ground as mirror image,and my carpet grasses whose hair cut is since long getting postponed by me ofcourse covering up the baldness of my lands....grow well soon all of you and good night to all.
with best wishes,
sweta