His wife is taking care of his medicines, dosages. She knows that there is no certainty. But she has stood by his side in his war of life. His younger son is now 1 year old and is very happy to see his father around him more often. His elder daughter doesn’t pester him much with her questions as she knows that her dad needs to take rest when he comes home. Friends and relatives are also quite supportive and happy to see him back to work.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Krishna Kaka
His wife is taking care of his medicines, dosages. She knows that there is no certainty. But she has stood by his side in his war of life. His younger son is now 1 year old and is very happy to see his father around him more often. His elder daughter doesn’t pester him much with her questions as she knows that her dad needs to take rest when he comes home. Friends and relatives are also quite supportive and happy to see him back to work.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
At Pit Stop...
Hushhh….The qualifying sessions are over. It was quite strenuous. I am not at the starting grid though. I am somewhere towards the end. Why? Well, every question should have an answer. Engine is good. Wheels are fine. But track is bit slippery and full of turns. I fumbled on the turns. It wasn’t for the first time that I was driving on such tracks. But maybe I lost my focus. Maybe I didn’t. Sometimes you do everything right just to realize that something is going wrong. This was one of such times.
I saw others finding it easy to register shorter times on track. And was wondering why I’m taking so long? This thinking about problem must have caused me to lose my focus. Need to get rid of all such issues before the Race day.
Thinking about those races where people starting from the back of the grid emerged as winners. Those races are remembered as their success stories. So it’s not impossible to win the race even though you are not at the pole position. It will just be more difficult. And more challenging too. One who is at the pole position has the challenge to maintain his position, maintain the competitive advantage of starting ahead of everybody. And one who starts at the end has to overtake everybody ahead of him. Conditions don’t favor him. And he is not considered amongst the potential winners. This alleviates the pressure of expectations. One should use this in his favor. Yes…I will use it in my favor.
Tomorrow, on Race day, I am going to go easy on some things. All I am going to do is to drive smartly. It doesn’t matter whom I am overtaking. All that matters is that I am moving ahead. I don’t have any point to prove to anyone. All I have is confidence that I can win.
I am at the pit stop looking at my car…the same one with which I have won races in the past. Just now my car got refueled. It got checked for all possible faults. It is looking as eager and confident as me. Both of us are ready to hit the track tomorrow. There is almost no one in the pit lane except us. I am listening to the roaring engines in the silence around me and my eyes are glued to the images of finish line and the chequered flag.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Receiver
There are three types of people in this world… transmitter, receiver and transceiver.
Transmitter always passes on the processed signal. It doesn’t have inbuilt feature of receiving any data.
Receiver keeps receiving data endlessly. Till the time it breaks down. But it does so without any complaint.
Transceivers are the lucky ones. They transmit as well as receive. They have receiver when they want to transmit and they receive when other transmitter transmits data towards them.
Poor receivers…cant transmit what they have. And transmitter never knows if receiver wants to say something. I wish every receiver gets a transceiver and not the transmitter in life…so that it redesigns itself to become another transceiver.
And may they live happily ever after.
(A noise signal from a true telecom engineer's mind)
Monday, November 10, 2008
Walking Down The Memory Lane...
I went down the memories of you n me
The summer was never so colorful before
It was not just the summer but was something more
Closing my eyes I was listening to the sea
And you came nearby and stood just next to me
We met by chance and befriended by choice
We decided to walk together amidst the tidal noise
At times we talked at times we kept quite
The feeling of togetherness was just so right
We never walked hand in hand for the fact we always knew
The bond of friendship strengthened with time as the trust amongst us grew
But we never had a rule to be together every now and then
It acted as a breather when we parted our ways in those few moments of pain
It took me a moment to realize that you were no more around
I looked at the sky and smiled back at God for the beautiful memories I found
Now that I am looking at the sky stretched over the cool blue sea
It just reminds me of that walk on the shore, with you walking besides me
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The First One...
So here I'm...with few entries from my previous blog I'm enetering the world of Blogger.com ...Looking forward to njoyyyyyy...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
How I Wish !!!
Sometimes you know that this is not going to last longer. It will end soon. Still when you realize that it has ended, you wish if it could have continued a bit longer…
How many times in life do we come across such situations?
A picnic with friends…Organized hustle bustle… You don’t fall short of topics to discuss… and the picnic comes to an end.
Sitting alone at a sea shore…looking at the horizon…the sun is about to set…you listen to the music of tides…like nature presents the best audio-visual on stage… and you realize…its time.
A morning in December… alarm rings…you put it on snooze… blanket seems extra warm… mom calls to wake you up…and you wish if you could have slept longer.
In the walk of life you meet someone… become friends…walk with them for some time…only to know that you have to part ways…if not now then sooner… And you wish...
Nothing is immortal…Everything comes to an end…we accept the situation and move on… What accompany us are the immortal things called memories…sweet and sour…yet near to heart…
A friend of mine rightly says… “Memories from past…Forever they do last.”
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Some Fond Memories...
Hasi-khushi padhna yahi tha waha ke students ka kaam.
Wahi ki EXTC branch me padhte the ye namune sabhi
Dhyanse suniyega sab, kahani to shuru hui hai abhi-abhi.
Mai aur Sarika 1st benchpe baitha karte the
Hamare alawa sirf Neeta Suman lectures ko suna karte the
Jaha fan ki hawa pahuche Rekha-Dipti waha baitha karte the
Chahe dus baje ho ya baara, lecture ke bich bindhast khaya karte the.
Unke piche baithke Ami-Shalu n Averil SM ko saha karti thi
Ami-Shalu likhneme to Averil sochneme dang raha karti thi
Lecture me professor aaye ya na aaye, Arun jarur aata tha
D’mello ka to aadha waqt library mehi jata tha
Ek that Shot Shanker jo apnihi (GRE ki) duniya me rahta tha
Ek tha Chatu jo har baat ko haste hue kahta tha
Kaustubh n Mani KR ke lecture me kabhi dhyanhi nahi de paye the
Par WN me highest marks inhi donoke aaye the
SM ke lecture me Pandene sincerely sums kiye the
Lekin SM ne term work me use marks kam diye the
Dombivali me rahke bhi Akshay waqt se pehle aata tha
Aur dombivali me rahke Vijay shayad hi 9.30 se pehle pahuch pata tha
Har DCOM practs me Venky naye puzzles diya karta tha
Har din ke last lecture me Nadu ek apple khaya karta tha
Submission karib aate hi assignments badha karte the
Us tension me Ram ke gaane saath diya karte the
Koi ek like assignment to copy sab log kiya karte the
Koi ek ho present to bhi proxies se column bhara karte the
Beet gaye wo pyare din, sirf yaadoka silsila rah gaya
Chaha to tha waqt ko thame rakhna,
par wo to haatose paani ki tarah bah gaya
Alag ho chuki hi raahe par dosti abhi bhi barkarar hai,
Yaad karenge wo yaade jis din milenge hum…
Ab to hume sirf us din ka intejar hai…
-shubhada