' Change is the only constant thing in the world '- I have heard this zillion times But why is so difficult to accept change !.I have always shuddered at the thought of change - be it work,friends,place anything.When i joined C,i didnt like the place nor the people.It took close to 4-5 months to get adjusted.Surprisingly after a point of time i got so used a set of people ,that every morning i was here at 10 am .People who know me will understand my sacrifice since i wake up at 9 am.It used to be fun having like minded people at work so much that it eases and lightens your day.

CODE WORD - GANG comprising V,R1,R2,B,N and S.I used to work at double speed just to wrap up early.Lunch used to start at 12 noon but not end till 2 pm.V's much awaited one liners-B's strong angry looks when he smells ghee and his 2' * 2' chapatis,R1's complaints about her co worker,R2's flirtatious glances and thoughts,N & S's love story - was a regular day at work.One secret trip changed the equations of many relationships within the group.Everyday post work,we used to secretly catch up at a nearby coffee shop.Deadly fights used to happen over Bhajjis,Rava Idly,PaniPuri and coffee.Night outs ,Attacks on one particular b***** co worker were planned till one day when it changed drastically.N moved back to her place.Others switched companies .
When i entered the office today,had the same feeling of the 1st month.Lunch was with empty chairs in conference room.I constantly look at the door hoping to see someone.A sinking feeling comes up ' Why did things have to end so soon '.What makes me happy is that i found friends whom i can share my thoughts ,laugh and enjoy life.

V - You were instrumental in pulling me out of my shell.I will never forget our till 10pm parking lot talks or 2 am phone calls.Your infectious laughter ,sense of humour kept me going at work & still does .I look forward for our regular thursday meets which is less religious and more fun.One thing which i will cherish all my life is the surpise visit by you and B on my birthday.By far it is one of the best bday's celebrated in entire 28yrs.I am really lucky to have you as my friend and wish that we stay the same for ever

B - Strong,Sensitive,Good looking Bully - - My interaction with you initially was less when compared to others but i can surely say after V,you are the only person whom i can confidently share things.We are so different in our thinking yet share similar values.What i truly appreciate is your sensibility.I will never forget your mid night visit on my bday inspite of your father being sick and rest of the days too ( from panda's house ).I fondly remember the conversations we had over our choices - from music to girls to food ....Not many know that after 8 pm in office - you would turn into a DJ/RJ.

N - Fondly known as Panda - I got to know you much earlier than the rest.You have remained the same ever since.It was fun taking you home each day and was so used to it.Hate driving home alone now ! I miss our little chat sessions on the way and especially hate going to press meets alone.I will never forget our drive on that rainy day with umbrella.Miss your pasta too... Looking forward to the road trip,next time you are in Blore.

S - What can i say about you ? I equate you with my brother on most lines and will always be protective.I will always cherish the mid nigh gyant which i gave to you.What i like in you is your generosity,sense of humour ( though i make fun of it ) and affable quality.Miss all the 2 min talks we used to have in office everyday.

R1 - A good person at heart who doesnt open up easily.We have shared good and bad times and thats what makes me have fond memories of you.Extremely easy to talk,i have learnt so many fashion tips as you may call.I wish one day you become successful in your interest area and do not waste ur inate talent.Sensible,caring AND beautiful - thats how i would describe u

Its a small world and even though we had very short association at work - i am sure our friendship will go a long way.



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Finally i managed to get some time off from work and do what i love the most - Blogging ! .Being a journalist i hardly even get time to read my articles.Recently i came across a book written by some Indian journalist on newsroom.Fortunately i don't work for a news channel which by the way removes all elements of living but working for print medium is equally daunting.Its summer and Bangalore is reeling under 38 degrees but still i have to drive across the city to meet people.Sometimes you meet polite and sensible people ,most of the times not ! Initially i used to compare my previous work to current one and feel sad about not having perks like cabs,food,work etc.Now i have accepted this and sometimes feel nice about it.Especially when you call a trader in Vellore or Nagercoil,there is an innate sense of respect with which they address you.Sometimes i genuinely feel for their problems.It is not easy in India to trade.End of the day i feel happy doing something worthwhile..

Watching news about Dantewada.NDTV is showing a report on conditions where in a jawan spends 2 - 3 yrs of his career.Forget about livable conditions,i don't think animals can survive.No bedding,no concrete shelter,no proper food Its a Guinness wonder how these jawans are even doing their duty.Our esteemed Home Minister Mr CHIDAMBARAM retaliated saying ' This is again an act of cowardice '.My question to him is ' Did anyone ask your opinion ?'.The entire country knows that Maoists ,Terrorists are cowards and misuse poor people.We know that..This unnecessary and uncalled for comment resulted in killing 75 innocent jawans.Does he even realise his responsibility ?Just by flying in a chopper ,staying at secured locations and moving around in guarded vehicles does not make you brave.Mr Home Minister please visit atleast 2-3 homes of these slain jawans .Atleast then you will realise your gravity of every ' without understanding ' statement.

Constable Rishikesh Mallick - 42 yrs Brundabanpur village of Jajpur district has a large family of 14 to feed.But it didn't deter him from fighting with the extremists

Constable Jagneswar Nayak, 27, of Panisala village has a 1 year old daughter who will never know her father.His wife who is a young widow of 25 years has to spend 3/4 of her life alone.

Constable Ali Hassan 38 Khatola village near Shahpur in Muzaffarnagar district has 3 daughters the eldest one being just 9 years old.His wife is still under shock after 15 days of the untoward incident

wireless operator Sopan Amble 24 Wadali Wadala Chalisgaon Jalgaon,was to home on May 14th for his wedding.This young boy first lost his sister to cancer and now his life fighting for a cause which does not even make it to 2nd day headlines on TV

Assistant Commandant Bajrang Meena 32 Papurna village Rajasthan's Jhunjhunu district has a 2 1/2 half year old daughter.His wife is unconcious from the time she received news about her husband

Deputy Commandant Satyavan Singh Yadav 46 Lakhu JhunJhunu district has a large family of 5 brothers,parents ,wife and 2 sons.

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As usual i start my morning with a cup of coffee and Indian Express in my hand.In fact i am lucky to get my newspaper at 7 am !! My newspaper wala unfortunately thinks 9 am is early morning and after 7 bouts ,we have agreed to 7 am timing.I started with my cooking when i noticed a monkey climbing my neighbour's wall.For those who haven't visited my place,i can see most of my neighbourhood from my kitchen.It was amusing to see squirrels or kids playing with their dogs.Like always i will call this Monkey as Kalu because he was dark brown in colour.I was on phone when i saw Kalu doing his antics with a tree and the next moment i hear some ruffling noice behind me.

Kalu was in my house not even half a feet away.I was petrified and let out a scream.Kalu was also taken aback and didn't know how to react.He let out a snarl and both of us looked at each other.We were standing like 2 opponents in a WWF match waiting for the other person to pounce.Neither could i speak not could move a finger.Kalu made the first move by walking towards my fridge.He opened it ,took a long look at contents inside and pulled a cucumber.He shut the door,gave me a look as though to tell me ' Look i have not touched anything else ' and walked away.

I took atleast 15 minutes to come to my normal self and right at that moment my till 12 clock sleeping husband gets up and asks me ' Did you scream by any chance '.I was so mad at him that i could have smothered him with a pillow but i controlled my emotions.I went to the window and saw Kalu happily feasting on the cucumber.So many questions came to my mind -

1 ) When i had kept bananas,pomegranates outside ,How did Kalu know that there is food inside the fridge .Even if he knew,How did he know to operate the fridge

2 )How is it possible for a monkey to cross a distance of atleast 15 feet in less than a minute.

Infact my laptop was lying on the floor and Kalu made sure to jump over and not touch it out of curiosity.Immediately i called my distress buster - Mom and told her about the incident.Mom gave me her own version ' You dont light diyas regularly and don't visit temples.It was Hanuman itself who has taken Kalu's form and come.Go to temple immediately and pray for forgiveness '. I screamed back at Mom saying ' God has better things to do than come and see me in my old shirt and shorts.Instead he would have got scared '

One of my colleagues after hearing the incident asked me if i hadnt been to temple lately.It struck to me that till last year i was a regular at Hanuman Temple and used to visit it without fail every Tuesday.After moving to Bangalore,i haven't found time to visit .Maybe Mom is right but i find it hard to accept.

Its been 3 days since i saw Kalu and surprisingly no one has ever seen a monkey in my area since years ! .Maybe its a mere coincidence but sometimes we don't take animals seriously.If we keep encroaching their places,where will they go ?Of course they have to gate crash and in my case house crash...

I wait for Kalu each day with a cucumber in my hand.Don't know when will i see him again..

I am addicted to almost all reality shows which appear on TV.Since i am fluent in Hindi ,so i usually stick to hindi/english reality shows.I couldnt help but blog about the most happening show called ' Rahul Dulhaniya le jaayega ' as if i care !!! Since its inception i cant help but wonder which planet do these people belong to.The most funniest episode was when one of the contestants was asked ' Where is Nagaland ' and she replied ' South Africa '..How dumb can it get?? The reason all such shows are made coz of high TRP rates ,caused earlier by his predecessor The Ever Brashful Rakhi Sawant !!!..

I cant help but watch this madness daily.Its like my daily dose of filter coffee.Atleast its better than my mom's daily serials comprising of wicked mother in law,scheming daughter / sister in law or incompetent husband.I asked her one day ' Arent you tired of watching this crap over and over again '.She got miffed and her reply shut my mouth ' Its no different from yours.Your shows also contain girls bitching and plotting or being SUPER DUMB.. '.

My favourite is the always smiling,sometimes fake Harpreet.No doubt she is pretty but i dont understand the whole point of getting married at the age of 20 ?.What is she thinking..and that too to Rahul Mahajan.I am shocked over and over mention of how good he is,how sensible he is ,how wonderful he is.If he was so good ,which man on this will want to choose a bride on national TV.Anywys i am getting my dose of fun each day.I hope this world has more Rahul Mahajans and Rakhi Sawants...

Recently i came across a blog by name chutney case.Very refreshing i must say! So i have made up my mind to update my blog regularly.But what do i write about ? me....Naah who wants to know about me and what i do everyday.I am def not Shahrukh Khan and neither Bacchan.Since Valentine's day is near,i will write about Love.I know most of you are now overdosed with all kinds of sights- candles,gifts,ROSES !!! BUT i still want to write about love.Best example of it would me my parents.Everyone says so but when i see them together they are so entwined with each other.Not sure what that means but Dad cant live without mom and vice versa.I wish my marriage also turns out to be like theirs which is such a wishful fantasy .Given that Ram is screaming from the room - As usual he cant find his things.I wonder MEN WILL BE MEN !!.Coming back to love,i remember my first love in school when i was on the edge of teenage.Lets call him N - N used to resemble Amitabh Bacchan which was one of the criteria why i had a crush on him.I was new to school and was made to sit in the front row where as N used to sit in the last row.

He was this tall ,dark and handsome guy who always had his half shirt out of his trouser.For few days we used to stare at each other.I used to pray that i get selected for annual day programmes but God didnt want to give in to my prayers.N used to dance well.Incidently i joined the same tution class..Dropping of pencils and asking unnecessary doubts were usual.After watching a dozen of movies,i decided to talk to N ' OH MY GOD ' was my initial reaction...N birthday was the D day..I bought him a card and wrote a letter to him.The letter only had birthday wishes and a friendship request.I took extra time to look nice in my school uniform.N entered the class.I looked at him but he didnt look at me ! I decided that i will wish him after school.The bell rang at 4 pm.N was with his friend and they were walking down the road.I made up some excuse and walked behind N.After following him for 2 kms,i finally spotted him at the bus stop.' You here ' said N ' Yes wish you a very happy birthday ! I said and smiled.Handing him the card and letter i ran away from that place.'Revathi this is not right ' said my mind but i wanted to do it.

Next day i was thinking N 's response for the letter.I spotted school and was dragging my feet when all of a sudden N comes in front of me.Someone had complained to the principal about N and he thought it was me.He was very upset and said ' I dont want to talk to you '.My heart was broken..

N's friend S was standing beside him.S was always a hi - bye friend.Hearing N ,tears started rolling down my face.S came to my rescue and took N aside.I couldnt bear the humiliation and ran into the class teary eyed.S told N that it wasnt me but a girl called P in 8 C class who complained.N came into the class and just said sorry.I couldnt bring up any words.In the interval i was walking upto N when i saw him with P ( most prettiest girl in my class ).That day i felt my 1st heart break.

Till date i fondly remember that moment.Recently i met N on facebook and we greeted each other as friends.He is longer with P and frankly it did bother me a little.Today N is probably my only school friend whom i am in touch with.Strange are the ways of life !!!

Today is my 1st day in Mumbai - a paradoxical city.Got down at Dadar and hired a taxi to Andheri.I was being extra cautious coz heard lot of stories about money ,luggage being stolen etc.Invariably the taxi guy went in circles and gave a full guided Mumbai city tour.Had to cough 800rs for a ride which wouldnt have cost me more that 200rs.Saw a signpost ' Welcome to Mumbai !!!! ' - How true.

I was wondering if this city ever sleeps.The local stations were packed with hundred's of people waiting to get in.