Showers of blessing!

It has inspired many a poets and writers to pen down their romanticism in a very candid manner. It has got this immense power to cheer up people just by its touch.

It emanates a beautiful fragrance whenever it touches the dust of earth…

Yes I am talking about rain. The divine elixir of life – “water” in one of its best forms.

When the monsoon disembarks in all its beauty, some souls become ecstatic while some start cribbing about the mess it creates.

The kid in us is provoked to forget all the miseries of the world and drench ourselves in the shower of God’s blessings.

The Cupid struck couple can be seen walking far away sharing sweet nothings.

Ever wondered where all this love and innocence is lost as years pass by. Recently I saw a movie in which a man says “Love is something meant for the youth, once you grow old there is nothing called as Love.” That pricked me so hard. How can anyone ever exist without Love? Beyond my understanding it is.

I’ve often seen my parents fighting over trivial matters, I used to shout at them but to no avail. It was like ringing a bell to make it more noisy when already the trumpet(Mom) and drum(Dad) where at their best. Now I realize it was nothing but thunders just like it is before rains. After a good spell of rain everything is green and beautiful again. All we need is hope and courage!!

I was taught this song by my Mom..

There shall be showers of Blessings

This is the Promise of Love

There shall be seasons refreshing

Sent from the Savior above….

Showers of Blessings…

Showers of blessing we need

Mercy drops round us are falling

But for the showers we plead.

Beautiful words na?

Whenever I sing it, it fills me with a hope for a better tomorrow. When I see a tiny drop sparkling on my cheek, I am assured that God is watching over me, taking care of me at every step I take and blessing with his showers of blessings.

Dieting or Die eating?!

Well… I was nailed and no escape this time. For some time now I’ve been hearing comments like “kuch kar Jincy”, “ye kya hai?” or just a polite reminder like, “ Jincy, moti ho gai”. Well say it the way you want but the reality was brought to my notice after actually bombarding me with it.

I always had some lame excuse for such comments like – “chod na be”

“Kya karna hai”…

But this time I said something very stupid like, “If I want I can be slim!!!!” hehehe..

And with perfect timing one of my friend’s stupid message tone gave a perfect background score for the blasphemy I made. Toingggg!!!

Now thoroughly embarrassed I decide to actually start dieting. The only difference being that this time I was not going to die eating like every other time.

My friend grabbed the chance and came up with something like a modeling assignment for me. Well he is very sure I am not going to do it so he risked saying that.

Now the challenge : I am supposed to loose considerable amount of weight which should be duly reflected in my size!! Phew..

Today is just the 2^nd day and I’ve managed to eat proper and use the stairs instead of lift. Every time I finish 1 floor, I feel I’ve already lost 1 kg!! By the time I reach the 5^th floor I am all panting and drooped as if I just finished a trekking expedition!

Oh! But it has been just 2 days. A full 2 months and 28 days remaining. Help me Lord…

But I’ve accepted the challenge which means bye bye Mc. D, bye bye Caramel popcorn, chocolates, Pizzas, Cad-B… ummmm…

Hey, I think I need to re-think about this whole deal… :D

Falling Leaves

i don't know who wrote this but i loved it...

Falling Leaves


I was thinking of old friends today

and how many of them have slipped away.

Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,

Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.

It reminded me of falling leaves .

Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.

Some stay longer than others, but eventually -

Each leaf must fall, I'm told,

leaving the tree alone to face the cold.

Why is it that in the time of utmost need

the leaves would seek to leave the tree?

And when we need our friends around

we look and they cannot be found?

Of course these friendships come and go

and in the spring new leaves will grow.

But I prefer autumn friends of old

with crackling laughter and colors bold.


And then I thought of you.

That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.

That clings despite the winds that blow.

Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings

Hanging on right through till spring.

So I guess that's what you are to me -

The very last leaf to leave the tree.

I know it seems silly, but it's true.

When I see that last leaf...I think of you.

....don't drift away.... will you???

-Anonymous

The trip!

Hurrah! We completed one full year in the IT field! Well it was time for celebration! Not for the professionals in us, but for the friendship we nurtured for the last one year. We all saw so many good and bad times together. We all went through it together as a family.

There was some kind of bonding due to which we all gelled instantly…

So, now we all decide to go for a trip. After a lot of cajoling finally 18 people froDm the batch of 28 agreed to privilege each other with their esteemed presence! :)

The date was set, destination finalized and now the arrangements were being done under the able guidance of Robo, Vivek and Sarang!

Pri was the transportation incharge and the financial advisor…

Then followed the 14 excited bunch of morons… Ask them things like : When are you leaving?

Sometime in the morning. (chalo utna to pata hai)

How are you going : pata nahi, train, bus, taxi… (thank God Flight nahi bole!)

When are you coming back?

That we all knew… Monday to vapis aana hi padega!!

Saturday morning used to be so peaceful, no hassles... just sleep! But today the damned alarm started screaming at an ungodly hour. After cursing my decision to go for the trip 100 times, I finally get up and see Yam and Dam already worried about how to get to the station. They finally look relieved when I start brushing my teeth…

After ensuring all doors were locked for protecting our “valuables”, we left in search for an auto at 5:30 in the morning… the bags that we were carrying were so big, anyone would’ve easily assumed that we are running off with our boyfriends!

After patiently waiting for an auto which was nowhere in sight, Yam headed towards a cab with Dam and me in tow. She went to the cab with such a confidence as if it was sent to pick us up. Thankfully, the driver was generous enough to give us free ride till Kothrud. May the Lord bless his soul. From there with wada paav in our hands, we majestically sat in an auto and headed towards station, for we were supposed to get into some train. Our stomachs started growling with hunger, we headed towards Good Luck bakery. We ordered 3 bun maskas... ummm.. we savored the mouth watering delicacy ardently with all the butter and jam dripping from it.. :P

The transportation coordinator Pri who knew all of us very well told every soul that the departure time is 6:45 for two reasons:

1. To ensure everyone reaches there well before time.( Pri is a kind of paranoid about missing the train!!)
2. Knows us very well, so was sure that, no one is going to check the train timings…(lazy bunch of donkeys).

Now, Debo was like really hungry and The King placed an order for momos when every one was running helter skelter to board the train. (still everyone is unaware of the actual time).

Pri aiding to her paranoia is after Debo’s life. The Momos finally arrive and so does the train!!

Pri : Debo, train aaye gechi.

Angry Debo : aami khaabi ki na na?

Everyone ran out to catch the train and also to protect themselves from Debo’s fury...

When everyone is safely and much much before time on board, the time of departure is announced. All eyes on Pri and Pri with her endearing cute smile and that innocent shrug of hers conveyed the message…

The journey starts and immediately as if some timer was set we start singing songs and then begins the age old best time pass - Antakshari. A trip without Antakshari is so incomplete!

When the stock of songs started drying up and when all throats were soar from the sing(shriek)ing , we started parading the train. Remembering the good old childhood days, the only difference being The hunt was for some eye candy ;)

The over excited souls i.e. Maloo, Dam, Jincy occupied the consecutive doors of the train and were peeping out and waving at each other accompanied with huge hollering as if we were seeing each other after ages of separation. The mesmerizing beauty of the Sahyadri range caught our breath. When we came back to our senses, the photographer (Ranu ) with his 12000X optical zoom camera was summoned to capture the splendor. But nothing matched what our eyes were seeing, the fresh air that we were inhaling when people were grateful enough to flush properly.

Yam was woken up from her top birth of bliss, Debo joined us, Swapya also was seen hanging out from one of the windows. Rudy joined me in one of the doors and started reminiscing his days in hometown Shillong!!

Well, after creating a lot of hoopla and getting scolded by the concerned uncles and aunties we reached Karjat which people kept on calling Katraj. Three vans and 18 hooligans. All the while the “hera pheri” scene where people are stuffed in a van to the point of oozing out of the windows came to our mind.

We even survived the deadly Ghats, the twists and turns were deadlier than the Abbas Mustan movies. Yam, the brave heart chose to sit on a wooden box with the luggage. With every turn, we could hear Yam’s heart beating faster and louder than the horses running by.

Finally we reached Matheran! The drizzle was embalming to our ecstatic souls… And we gawked at each other and the path which was a mighty 14 kms walk. After one full year of drudgery, it was just the right place to be. We started our walk towards the unknown destination with all the excitement and vigor…