Fidgety Space

In this one year of work experience as an articled assistant I have realised there are three kinds of people- the first kind work because they like to work, the second kind work because they have to work or maybe forced to work  and the third kind work because others are working(they don’t like lagging behind). And trust me the third category consists mostly of girls :-P (neither they are forced to work nor are they interested but “hum kisi se kam nahi”) Then I have come across another category consisting of people who “work and do not work. “  You must be wondering what I meant by work and do not work.., well in their case work is rather a relative term, they normally do stuffs that is not really included in normal course of work but those are the stuffs that you find them doing most of the time. Hence they work and they do not work. And the people in this category are always satisfied with their job. Rescission never affects their job, they don’t get nightmares about pink slips, t

They say a girl and a boy can never be best friends...I totally disagree with this fact specially when in my case the number of male friends is almost equal to the number of female friends  :-P  I have friends and I have best friends as well and I see no reason why a guy and a girl cannot be best friends. I believe both a male and a female friend are an essential balancing element in friendship. From the point of view of a girl let me tell you why ;) Time 2am: Call up your female best friend and you get to hear a lovely voice saying “your call is on wait as the person you are trying to reach is on another call please stay online or call after sometime.” The voice might be lovely but the words it spoke were not especially at such an hour. You hear the whole sentence again and again. And if you are calling up a bsnl subscriber then you don’t really listen to the whole sentence and disconnect the call as they don’t fall under the lovely voice category. Anyways no matter how many ti

I still remember the first time I gifted mom something on mother’s day which she actually liked and has preserved till now. I was eight years old then and I came to know about mother’s day through telekids which used to be my favourite newspaper back then. The first gift which she still preserves must definitely be special. It was a poem dedicated to her. I had written it myself.  Today if I see that I am like “haha” I was a kid I used sparkles colours everything to make it look beautiful, but what my mom found beautiful was my piece of writing. Since then I have never written any poems dedicated to anyone other than myself :-P  With time the handmade cards n poems were replaced with archies cards and gifts. I am the kind of person who can spend her whole month’s salary on a single day just to buy someone special a birthday gift, even if that meant I have to survive with a loan later. But even that never impressed my mom. (Though I am not employed and don’t get a salary for the time

Call it addiction, love or mere stupidity, but yes I miss my cell phone. I wake up in the morning and I feel like I am missing something. I know there is something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is..then I remember. My dear friend is gone.                                                         It was always the first thing I saw the moment I opened my eyes every morning. Of course it was my wake up alarm.It knew when I had to get up at 5 and when at 8.  And it provided me with the easiest way to snooze and dismiss the alarm just by a soft touch. It was always the last thing I saw before sleeping, it even told me exactly for how many hours I was going to sleep (saved me from manual calculation which I do now   L ) It rested under my pillow. Inspite of wearing a watch I would still search for my phone when I needed to see the time. I miss all the lovely pictures that flashed every time a dear one called up or texted. We were so inseparable that anywhere I

The phone rings again, you miss the call just the way you have been for the past few days or maybe months. 35 unread messages in one day and you don’t bother to check whose..You know you did not have a bad break up so definitely it is not your ex calling or texting you. Still you don’t bother looking at your cell phone even once maybe because you know 90% of the calls and texts are from customer care. And rest from people who add up to your miseries. They call you up just to confirm that you had a bad day. And worse if it is from a colleague of yours who must have called up to discuss his super rocking office life and your melodramatic tragic office life. That is the last thing you wish to discuss.  At times you wonder if you still go to a school. Well no you are at work..Its just that some people never grow up even if you were more matured than them back in school also. Comparing school and office is like comparing heaven and hell!sigh! The phone rings again finally you receive it