So who WON???

All from my Quadrant, I hope you can see the Winners Cup in between

India is a land of variety, with different languages, religions, geography, lifestyles, and cultures. However we still cling to each other with an indistinguishable frame called Indianism. And this was the theme of the traditional day and Quadrant decoration competition that held in my office on last Friday…

My desk is on the fifth floor at my office and the floor is divided into four quadrants, you can say four rooms probably 5000 sq feet each, with some passages, cabins for higher management, conference halls and meeting rooms collating the four quadrants as one floor. The theme of decoration was four parts of India – East, West, South and North India. My Quadrant was East India, and people here made it so much over-decorated; It appeared to me as so much Jhanky panky... all golden, silver, red, yellow, green, blue… they made it something like the proverb “Leave No stone unturned” as in “Leave no colour unused”… We used all those colorful paper ribbons, netted cloth called as “chunnar”, specific items from East India were pasted on the pillars, we also fashioned a Durga Devi’s mandir which added some extra points and painted a Rangoli on the floor, every desk was ornamented with different flowers, and finally gave it an IT punch with a PPT presentation which was all time running on the 48 inches of Samsung LCD on the wall opposite the entrance door and was screening Unity in Diversity with beautiful pictures and information about East India… Well, Sorry I don’t have any pics clicked of my beautiful quadrant as Cams are not allowed in our office, you know *highly secured area*… :D

All the Quadrants were so marvelously decorated that I assumed them to look like an Indian Bride *Dulhan*, with all that blushing on her face…

Q1 – I called my Quadrant as a South Indian Bride, who wore so much of jewelry that it touched her navel…in short half of her body is glittering with so much of gold, that at the time of wedding, all the attendees would be busy counting how much kilos of gold she is wearing…

Q2 – Quadrant opposite to ours was a Maharashtrian Dulhan for me, born in a middle class family, having jewelry half foot long, just covering her cleavage… (Guess her parents working in my Techm, so the pathetic salary is not allowing them to soak their bride in gold)

Q3 – To its right was surely a wedding in a poor family who earn just to fulfill the 3 basic necessities of life *roti–kapda–makan*… Opps, are we forgetting the fourth necessity s** (plzz wait, don’t go into your dreamy world now, complete my post and then continue with your reverie) So my Q3, it gave the impression that bride’s family is not so well to do and groom’s family did not contributed in the wedding so it was so less decorated. :D (Imagine Bride’s family to be the poor employees like us and the Groom’s family to be the management guys *bade log*)

Q4 – And the last Quadrant was my frv8… it looked like a wedding in Church; Bride dressed up in a attractive white gown… waaoo… it was decorated with different colours of balloons, the colour combination was all decent and classy… you can say Ekta Kapoor’s party decoration theme was used.

So who WON??

Needless to say, Of course it has to be Appu’s Quadrant, right?? East India takes the cup… ha ha… one thing we learn from this incident… If you crave for awards, you need to be more glamorous and expose yourself as much as you can *Guys, don’t take the literal meaning*…

We also had awards for a lady and gentlemen who wore best traditional attire… You are correct, Appu was looking The Best… but she didn’t wear something that would fall under East India… and the award was not for looking stunning but for how authentically you get ready… however both the awards were grabbed by colleagues in my Quadrant… yea, but as to avoid the word partiality, judges made a fare decision by sharing the Gentleman award with a Punjabi dressed up guy from Maharashtrian Bride… So in short all the awards were lined up in Appu’s Quadrant… ha ha… winning gesture for me…

So here are some pics of traditional day, as I told you no camera’s so pics are not that good, however bearable… People having photogenic face would always look good (this is not apne mu miya mitthu)… wink wink…

Its Me...

Winning Lady - Anuja

Winning Guys, to the left from my Q - Swastid

Ethnic Walk ( with no Ramp :(( )

PS. It was all so Fun... A happening break from daily routine... :)

**Tring Tring...

Yesterday, I got to know that Friday is a traditional day and I have to wear a sari in office…
I don’t have any sari, my native is 3 hours from the city where I do job and there is no way that I can go to my home and get the things done…
So what did I do… Phone-o-phone…
People say that I suffer from Phonolia, all the time when I start from my flat till I reach office im talking over the phone (its next to 25kms, approx 45 mins)… and this hobby of mine helped me today…
I have two elder sisters, and I wanted one sari from each of them so that I would have a choice on what to wear… And both would be happy getting so called importance and knowing that they have a good stalk in their wardrobe… So this is how I utilized my hour –

**Tring Tring - First I made a call to my eldest sis, Vaishali Di to tell her that she has to send me her sari and asked her if her husband is going to come to Pune (where I currently stay) in a day or two, she told me she will enquire and let me know. So I had to proceed with next call…
**Tring Tring - Next I called my second elder sis, Sheetal Di and she told me there is no one in her contact who will be coming to Pune. No is what I heard…
**Tring Tring - Then I called Dad and asked him to check his contacts. Dad says - Let me see…
**Tring Tring - After that I called my younger sis, Bhakti, if any of her friends would be travelling to my city. A No again…

**Tring Tring - Called my cousin bro, Rohan, and he is busy in some elections and don't have anyone comming to Pune soon... okk...
**Tring Tring - Then I made a call to my Masi (mothers sis) and asked her to see if she can help me. Masi says – lemme me check and call you back…Next What ???
After a 50-50 assurance, I thought I should have a backup plan***
**Tring Tring - I called my cousin married sis, Girija Di, who stays in Pune and told her that if I don’t get anyone coming to Pune, I will visit her tomorrow and get her sari. However she is quite tall, so having her Blouse fit me better would be a problem…
**Tring Tring - So I made another call to a friend cum sis, Nive Di, and conformed that she is my last option.

My colleague sitting next to me started laughing het guts out and told me that you are impossible. Just for a mere traditional day you made 10 calls and made it conformed that by hook or crook you will have your outfit ready… (that was true actually)
By this time we had reached office…
**Tring Tring - And guess what! I got a call from my eldest sis with second elder sis on conference to discuss which sari I want, since now they have 2 people coming from my native to Pune next day morning. One of those is - Masi ke Jethani ki Mummy (Don't ask me to translate)

“Smart me to get my work done - What I did ?? Just made some calls and had so many people working on my such a big big big issue.” ... ha ha ha

Next 20 mins my sisters were explaining me their new designer sari’s, the colours, what kind of work, print it has, how heavy it is, about the border of the sari, and what jewelry they would be sending me, what chappals I can wear and all the Ladies stuff…
OMG!!! is this what ladies do over the phone calls when they get married… Even I’ll be doing the same… Noooo please…
At the end of all, my making so many calls was actually worth… ha ha…
So stop laughing (on me) and use my Mantra… hmm, I guess I can rush into management soon… Keep it up Appu… he he…

**Tring Tring – Was that funny ?? :(

PS. Google is mind blowing, Love you Google baba… I came across this pic when I was searching for some sari pics… Imagine!!!
Girls, watch below and learn How to Wear Sari… :D

Sorry Day...

Guys,
Today is a Sorry day for us, I mean for all Jains… We ask for forgiveness for all the mistakes done in past one year which might have hurt someone… so here I go –
In Marwadi (my mother tongue) – Bara Minna mai kai bolan chalan mai ayo asnar tar shamayachna, Micchami Dukkdam
In Hindi – Bara mehno mai kuch bolne karne mai aya ho jisse apka dil dukha ho to shamayachna, Micchami Dukkdam
In English – Forgive me if I have hurt you in last twelve months, knowingly or unknowingly...

Last 8 days we were celebrating something that we call as “Paryushan”… In these 8 days we don’t eat anything that grows on trees or underground, we are allowed to eat just some sort of pulses. And our special thingy called Khakra (it’s a kind of hard Roti, difficult to explain). In short, all kind of pathetic Indian food that one can imagine, we were eating for the whole week… Today, lunch – dinner, all the time I had potatoes, yum yum yum… God, I missed it badly… tomorrow McD and day after Dominos and then I would have my stomach full…
Also we do a lot of prayers in these days… Surprisingly but true, I had been doing Pooja in Mandir for 5 days… 5 on 8 not Bad atall… :) But I actually Love doing this Pooja…
Most Jains do fastings (we call it as Vaas), may be for one day, 2 days or for 8 days… this kind of fasting is very difficult, we can’t eat or drink anything for the whole day, except for the boiled water that too just till evening 6pm. I was also fasting on Sunday; this was the biggest day for the fasting this year. The whole Sunday I was waiting for Monday 7am to dawn, so that I can stop my stomach from crying…
I don’t know when I would extend that one day to 8 days… Imagine, Appu not eating anything for 8 days… Phew! Even the imagination is terrible… ha ha ha…
My frndz tell me that rarely they come across species like me and if I go for such fasting, one day discovery channel would send an alarm throughout the world to stop fasting for people like me or the species would get Extinct… Was that hilarious??? Nooo… :(

This is how I looked when I was a Kid… :)

One of the nottiest daughters of my Dad… Yes, im my dad’s sabse jyada Ladki (the most fvr8)… My granny always tells me some big time pranks that I played and everyone had to snatch their hair out… I was very close to my Nani (Moms Mom) :D and my Masi (moms sis).


*** When I was not even one year old, my Aunt took me to Mumbai, her house, to adopt me and my parents didn’t had a problem as they already had 2 daughters and I was the third one. But then someone who is going to have her first b’day in some days, do understand who her parents are for sure. There I acted like they all are terrorists who kidnapped me, cried a lot, messed whole house, didn’t had food properly and lastly fell unwell.. ha ha… Dad, mom, masi and all rushed to Mumbai to take me back home… :)… and I did celebrate my first b’day in Amachi Mumbai…

***When I was say 3 or something, it was my elder Mamaji’s (mom’s bro) marriage and I had locked myself in a room, donno how and had slept so tight that everybody banged the door but Appu (me) did not wake up… they even tried throwing water on me through window, but I was sleeping like I have sold all my gold mines and now I don’t have any worries in life… Then the grills of window were broken and someone (don’t remember who) came in and opened the door… by that time, the holy time given by the priest (Pandit) for mamaji’s marriage was already over… :D

***I grew up a little more, had started going to a pre-primary school, and I used to stay at my Nani’s house as my dad’s mom was not well and my mom used be busy taking care of her. Masi had become a real darling to me… and one fine day I heard someone saying that Masi is going to get married, by that time I knew marriage means she would leave our house and stay at some other place. I had tears in my eyes and just ran out the house. Everyone was shouting my name but I didn’t turned behind, just told that if Masi won’t be staying hear even I won’t stay and somehow reached dad’s home (Mom’s bro was anyways following me). Mom’s both the homes (before marriage and after marriage) were not so far from each other, so it was not very difficult for me to reach dad’s house. And then actually I never went back to stay at my Nani’s place for many years… :D

Everyone has a beautiful childhood and gr8 memories of those times… lets try to make a time machine and go to those tention free days back… What say ??? :):)

My Hi to the dazzling world there...

Hiee Guys,

Welcome to my new blog; A Symphony That’s Unheard… Hope you all enjoy reading this space… Im blogging since 2007, but used to post just my poems…
Reading is my passion, and I do keep reading all the blogs that come in my way, and getting inspired by many amazing great blogs and bloggers, I thought of sharing my life, my thoughts… So here I go...

My Hi to the dazzling world there,
Accept me as your new born,
A Symphony that’s unheard,
Permit me to write all my heart out,
Spread all the happiness in me,
And share all my sorrows,
Come lets Smile together,
Throw all the grief into the bin,
Every moment is a new story to me,
Short or long, hope you enjoy all…