Missing her

Since yesterday i am terribly missing her. dont know why. maybe there is too much to say and too much to hear. too much to share. but i am alone. there was a time when i wanted to cry in her arms but she was not around. i had to hold my tears. there was a time when i wanted to experience that bliss of monsoon winds, those heavenly showers with her. i wanted to play and i wanted to laugh but she was not there. i wanted to keep on watching her. keep looking in her eyes. keep holding her hand. but i was all alone.
i wonder when will she come? when will i have my life back? when will i be cared and be loved?
Only Lord knows

Women and skirt

Why do women wear skirt, while men do not? I was thinking about this today and many funny and interesting and bizarre answers came to my mind. In all cultures of the world, traditional female wear has no partition between two legs while most male dresses have one.
I think this has to do with the kind of work associated with the two genders. Obviously, skirt is more comfortable when you are in your home. And when you go out, you have to be tightly dressed. its difficult to run and hunt and battle wearing a skirt. and maybe this is the reason why men started using undergarments for the lower half much earlier than when women started using them. Funny but interesting. :)

Jumu

Jumu is a special place. When I enter J&K. I feel as excited as a kid. Though i cant compare it with Srinagar. vo to ultimate hai. but for the first time i was treated as an officer. company ki gaadi aayegi. guest hose mein rahoge. koi chinta nahi. there was so much to do and learn on site. I wonder why these engineers are so "bechara"? they dont move a bit without architects drawing. and architects take an undue advantage of this. this is not fair. i felt that an architect can impact a project in a big way (good or bad). He holds such a power. I think I must polish my architects skills. Its high time now. Only then i will be able to bring about a change.
Hail J&K. Ji Mata Di

Masters

There are things that you must do and there are things that you want to do. If you have to chose one of them, what will you chose? Thats a big question. But its easy to answer if you ask yourself - what is the purpose of your life? The answer will clear the confusion. Now as far as masters goes, i am determined to do it. Maybe if not now, then two-three years down the line. But in what field? One option is real estate. It gives you big bucks. Security and opportunities to "rise". Thats what people expect you to do. To do well in life. Doing well means raking the moolah. Yeah. i want to marry and have a family. It requires financial freedom but will i marry? will she marry me? i dont know. truly. Maybe I am running after a dream which is not supposed to come true. So? Let me do something which makes me feel satisfied.
I often remember the days when i was expected to Computer engineering because it was the "best bet". I had joined BIT. But look what happened? I didn't enjoy it. So Lord gave me architecture as a birthday gift. What a miracle? So if Lord wanted me to just make big bucks, he'd have made me do BIT. But wanted me to follow my heart. So i did architecture. Now its the same cross roads. I want to do Real estate beacuse its big. Maybe i am not doing it for entirely myself. I am doing it for Papa, my future family, my friends and my realtives and everybody else who can see and appreciate and maybe it will make me more competent to help others.
But what do I want to do? If at all I had nothing to worry about, what would i do? I'd probably live at an airport. Probably I'd go off to Africa and learn about people and how do they live. Or maybe I'd go off to a quiet island and do some small architecture. Now the question is whether I can do all of these? No. Not at the same time. But I can do all of these one by one. Yes its possible. The only thing that I'd have to do is to break my dream of marriage. Maybe its holding me back from experiencing a lot of other exciting things. Maybe i can never have that utopian family dream come true.
I think I should follow my heart and the Lord will take care of the rest. Who knows his ways?
I will apply for masters next year and real estate will not be the only one.
Cheers!

A not so good day

Today was a special day. I learnt a lot of lessons. Thanks to my small mistake of not taking my furniture file along to the farmhouse. Everybody knew that except the list of items that i had taken along, rest all items had been reconciled. I, jaswani and zaweri were in sync. but ravinder mehta played villian as always. He when saw that this missing item list is gonna bounce back on him, he insisted on the copy of packing list which i had used for reconcilation although he should have had a copy himself (which obviously he had"misplaced on site"). And hence i was in dock. I tried to get it faxed to the site but it couldn't be done. Sharmaji called me up and used some tough words. Though he was kind. He was only worried about what "madam" will say to him about wasting the time of ppl from bombay. Horrendous it was. A madam on top of GM projects? It sounds cheap. I learnt quite a few things:
1. You are on your own. So wherever you go, go fully armoured.
2. Everybody is after saving his own ass and making his points in corporate, so dont expect morality and shit like that.
3. Do less but do complete. Refuse what you cant do. Its much better that doing a lot of half baked crap.
4. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Dont shy away from fucking ppl whn you have to.
5. Management is not about being nice. Its about getting your work done.
6. Assume power if no one gives it you.
I think lets call it a day..

Mumbhai Trip

The trip to Mumbai was a much awaited break from desperate Delhi. Though it was not without glitches. I was supposed to leave on 15th morning by flight. and thus could not visit Roorkee to meet Mansi didi. The first thing I did was to get my return ticket extended. Then went to Kayani's shop and had some breakfast. It was super. I had already getting thoughts of settling in Mumbai. (Only South Mumbai). Wow!! Marine drive was as beautiful as ever. Lots of amazing Marathi girls with time 8-9. Hehehe. Went around and rented a shabby room in Kalba Devi. Rode in the crazy locals and had a good time. Somewhere on a station, I saw a group of Muslim girls who were as beautiful as hoors of jannat. My benchmarks of feminine beauty had changed. They were angels. Man!!

Next day I did the official work and praised the auto wallahs of Mumbai. They are quite opposite of the ones found in Delhi. Called up jainsaab and mausi. Jainsaab was excited at hearing the news of my Mumbai visit. I had expected that. Mausi on the other hand was in a Gandhi museum when I called her up. and it wasn,t that exciting to find her in that "formality mode". Sshe recovered after a while but then her battery gave way.

Its a mystery to me that why are women more conscious of their environment, particularly other humans?

But undoubtedly Mumbai is a crazy, honest, filthy and forgiving city. I'd rather prefer saddi dilli to amchi Mumbai, though i sincerely feel that I can well amalgamate myself with mumbai in no more that 6 months. Cheers!!

The Kulwinder

I have always wondered, since my childhood days, that the people who use their saliva to turn the pages or count the currency, wheter use their inner lip or their tongue. Most of them use their inner lip, as i have noticed. But here I found a sardar who used the tip of his tongue to moisturize his thumb, when he turned the pages. He is Kulwinder (the great). He used to the store manager at the farmhouse. And he has now resigned (because he has now hot "sponsorship" from UK). His typical style - "Atri mere dost, Kulwinder ne duniya mein sab kuchh seekha hai, bas haarna (defeat) nahi seekha." He used to be always nervous, always figiting (correct the spellings). But a warm and friendly guy as far as I am concerned.

Its been a long time

Long time since my first post. What a busy period! My new job at Flex is quite hard but thoroughly interesting. I am loving being busy. There is so much to do everyday. So much to learn. Though its not a regular architects' job. But still, the management part is good. Yesterday I visited main Flex factory in sec 60, NOIDA. It was amazingly huge. I met "Uncle". He is one of the directors. Everybody calls him uncle. 85 yrs old, still active. People fear him like a don. He is something man! And yes I missed my flight to Jammy yesterday. My foolishness and my boss's disorientedness made this possible. Hurrah!!

There is lot more, I want to write. Soon.