Wish you a Christmas, but a merry one!

Christmas gives everybody sweet memories and experiences. But I do have sweet, bitter, switter, sore...

During my college days we visited Chennai. We were staying some where near Egmore station . We had our dinner from Hotel Vasantha Bhavan(if my memory SMB). Payasam started oozing out through nose. So a walk was inevitable to bring the situation under control . We walked hardly two three minutes only to be stopped by sweet Christmas songs in a hall. There was a gathering njaying the music. Some of the gentle men standing at the gate welcomed us "please come saaRR". We surrendered before their love and affection . The vasantha bhavan dinner already eaten us then who can refuse a timely Christmas-song on a christmas eve . The hall was decorated with multi coloured bulbs. Smart people make smart move. Well decorated ladies have taken strategic position to attract the entire crowd. Six-seven members of our gang started enjaying the music . During a break Shibu asked us "who is she?"



Our eyes followed his index finger. Yes one well made up woman was sitting on one side of the stage and the orchestra was at the opposite side . We were fully immersed in the music and the-lady-of-the corner not attracted us. She was not a w-o-m-a-n but was a budding one ... Then who is she? why-is-she-there?
Then some people were coming to her side , chit chatting and waving good bye..
In news casters language Wh-t-s h-a-pp-e-n-i- n-g t-h-r-e-? we felt some uneasiness as if some body had pressed an ejector button. We all got up instantly . I asked one Mr somebody"whats going on here? I repeated the same question to many people gathered there. Some people were smiling at me and I was clue less. Then I turned to a Mr smile only to repeat the question. When I heard the reply I felt that not the earth but entire universe it self revolves around me. ...Some body pulled the mosaic floor beneath my feet....the heavy vasantha bhavan dinner just evaporated in thin air ...
Then t-h-a-t w-a-s haaappppening there ...we ran back to our respective hotel rooms with out looking each other. That was actually the mother of all humiliations.
Years passed again a new Christmas is there before us. I was thinking of that Christmas eve @ Chennai. The Christmas songs are still there in my ears . Then what about the girl....where will be she now? what will be she now? That night the gathering was celebrating her new maturity status ...she just attained woman hood - and her family was enjoying it. Such a custom or system was not there in our area.



Points for my bail application...
1)The christian devotional songs on that x-mas eve made us believing that it was a Christmas programme....
2) The reception committee welcomed us unconditionally with a Thousand Watts smile "please come SAAARRRR".
Any way this incident made all of us "matured". Before taking any step we think several times (ultimately only to commit the most blunder!). That Christmas gave us this peculiar lesson! I do convey that message to you through this blog.
Merry Christmas and happy new year to all of you !

Mummy, start immedietely !

Yes, the good news emerged in the month of September, a consequence of sixth pay commission! We had danced with excitement then rained the leave application forms on boss's' tables . [The head clerks' usual question (Have you obtained prior approval ? etc!) Otherwise, Who will remember a head clerk in those moments? Do you?]. That was an exodus from office leaving behind the shocked bosses jealous male colleagues dusty files and red tapes....

Whats wrong in caring the child 's father during the leave period ? whats wrong in going to native place and helping husband's business at least by handling the cash box !Whats wrong in helping own sister to run her beauty parlour during the leave period? There are no clauses ,forbidding one from loving one's dear and near ones in service rule, Are there? The jealous ones ,the ever critics the bosses and asses tell that this leave would crumble the functioning of offices , especially in the CAPITAL.

The fight began in Delhi When different people of same section started leaving the Office ...The problem was there where more Eves were working.. that too in shifts...The modern Sakuny maamas started working their devil's work shop round the clock!

Alas! It has proved again that the November is the cruelest month... to be more specific Eighteenth of November , the order has been issued on the very day ...The news spread like wild fire. We started receiving telegrams-mummy start immediately. Male colleagues with burning hearts hearts started distributing sweets....

Nineteenth of November ..So many Cars screeched to a halt at the porticoes of central Government offices ...So many of us draped in house coats and Nighties rushed to their respective section to join duty. Some people got spoons and forks when they searched their pockets of house coats for joining report...Their boss stared at them like a question mark.

All good things never last long!
Again back to the world of files dusts red tapes..un interrupted chaai..naastha..toilet...lunch..toilet...chai...snack tea...quarrel...gossip...
Poor..babies may be crying there alone ..He is so small ,only in +2 , to manage him self.
Poor baby's father too!
All good things never last long!

THEIR BOMB OURS TOO!

If press report can be believed there are two types of Bombs in India,namely Their Bombs and our Bombs. The action of bombs depends on who-you-are! If You are in the same phase with the planter of the bombs bomb will not hurt you but will simply tickle you and if you are "they" for the planters of bomb ....Gone. You will be blown off to pieces. So while waiting for trains/buses or roaming at a market place keep away from their bombs. The big B (the Assam variety) or small B (Malegaon variety)
May God save all of us from all sort of their bombs and our bombs