Spicy Rasam

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Hi fellow bloggers,

 

A poem of mine was published in the online Magazine, Indian Periodical.

The Poem is titled “Education is Power!“.

Jason mamoa congradulates Gayathri

Please take a look and give me your feedback! 😀

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With love,

NJ

 

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It was love,

When I first found it,

I did not treasure it.

I was young.

Did not know I was wrong.

It was love,

When I first lost you,

I did not find you again.

Did not want myself to strain.

 

I’ve lost you now!

Been many years

I am not sad now.

Been many years.

You are no longer mine,

I am no longer yours,

But I let our love shine…

I think about our months, days, hours.

 

It was fortifying..

It was gratifying,

We loved, We shared, we broke, we lived..

You are my past,

I’ll keep you in my past…

The foundation to my life…

The nutrient to my talents…

The love of my life…

The love of my life…

 

I love Game of thrones! I started to watch it after 4 seasons were released. I was shocked, awed, disgusted, and finally, hooked. There is something about this series isn’t it?

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I am not some violence-loving action-film-watching weirdo (I don’t care what you think people! This is how I see me). But I like game of thrones. There is something very liberating when you see so many people die, so many marriages, well, go to hell, and so much of immoral crap, you just feel so lucky to be living in a blissful world.

I mean, no one can kill me. We have governments!! Hurray for democracy. I used to read a lot of romance novels, watch a lot of romcoms and “feel” a lot. I never even knew I needed GoT. The blatantly horrifying scenes just makes you get rid of all the “feelings”. Nowadays when I watch The Notebook, all I can think is, “Hmm… so they got to get old.”

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I know, season 8 of Game of Thrones has not been sticking to the template (Gory, very gory, atrociously gory deaths). People die though, just not in that gory way (See what I’ve become!).

So, if anyone needs to feel happy and safe and secure. Please watch Game of Thrones. It makes you remind yourself that you live in a wonderful world. There are no undead who climb on top of you (Seriously! They climb… ), there is no Cerci, no tree people, no constant wars. We just have global warming, rising sea level, endangered species, extinct species, and excessive population. Hmmm… Hey!!! Are we the white walkers of Earth? With the amount of destruction and calamity we leave behind every place we touch….. are we? OMG!!!! Are we?

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What do you think fellow white walkers? Aahmmm… sorry… Humans? Are we the white walkers of Earth?

This is the sixth part of a long story.

First part of the story: Long Story 1

Second part of the story: Long Story 2

Third part of the story: Long Story 3

Fourth part of the story: Long Story 4

Fifth part of the story: Long Story 5

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Prabha; India

Prabha finished induction formalities for her new project by 1:00 PM. She got up from her seat, went to the washroom and stretched. She was stretching her hands when Rekha walked in. “Hello Girlfriend” she said and went into a washroom cubicle. “All set for the new project?” she asked from inside the cubicle.

“Come out! I’ll answer. I am not going to talk to you when you are peeing.. or worse, pooping” Prabha said.

“Too late.. you just did” Rekha said and made bodily sounds. “Woman! Seriously! Aaahhhhh” Prabha said. “Woman! You wanna eat?” asked Rekha. “REkkhaaaaa!” Prabha screamed, just then another woman walked out of another cubicle. “Hey!” said Prabha awkwardly. The woman stared at Prabha’s reflection in the mirror as she was washing her hands.

Prabha walked out of the washroom, traumatized mildly. She stood in the corridor and called Arun on the phone. “Hi!” came a quick reply. “That was fast.” Prabha said “Hey! Did you withdraw money?”. “Yes” replied Arun. “OK! So, I don’t have to. Had lunch?” asked Prabha. “Yup! You?” asked Arun. “Yup. Bye” said Prabha. “Bye!” Arun replied and Prabha thankfully cut the call.

“SO!!” Prabha turned with a startle to see who it was. “Wanna have lunch?” Rekha asked.

“Yes!” replied Prabha “I am starving girl”

“When is the meeting?” Rekha asked. “10:30 PM” replied Prabha. “That late?” Rekha asked with her eyebrows raised. “You know! It is the first meeting and the department head is available only in that time.”

“OK!” Rekha said “All packed?” “Yes…” Prabha replied “My mom-in-law is coming over tomorrow.”

“Is she bringing avakka pickle?” Rekha asked with longing eyes. Prabha laughed. “No! you pickle monster. It’s winter.” Rekha walked away dejected “Come to the canteen girl,” she said as she walked away.

Vishva; USA

Vishva was honking like an Indian that he was aimlessly. He just wanted to honk his way out of the traffic. “Dude! Stop honking. You’re gonna give me a seizure” the guy in the care beside him shouted.

Vishva exhaled and looked at the time. It was 8:45 am. The meeting was at 10:00 am. The new vendor team from India will be joining the call. He had already sent the requirements document and the process diagrams to Mitch. But Vishva was required. He knew that. Mitch and he were a team. “Damn it Parvy.” He cursed. “I am going to kill you, you bastard”. “Jesus!” the car driver beside him said and shook his head.

The traffic started to move again. Vishva visibly relaxed. He knew that there were 5 kms left. If the traffic keeps moving, he’ll make it in 12 mins. Maximum 20 mins.

After 15 mins, at 9:00 am, Vishva had covered 3 kms. ‘I hate today’ Vishva thought. Just then his phone rang. It was Mitch.

Ranjit; India

Ranjit was typing away on his laptop. He checked the cc field in the mail he was typing. Ran a spell check and sent the mail over. ‘Done’ he thought. He had been working on this proposal for 2 weeks now. His shift from Bengaluru to Mumbai had not helped.  Suddenly his intercom rang. “Yes Radha!” he answered. Radhakrishnan was his department’s VP.

“I’ll keep you updated. Will you be coming over to the office for the update meeting tomorrow?” Ranjit asked. “No Ranjit! I’ll take the meeting on call,” said Radha. “No Problem Sir” Ranjit said. Radhakrishnan was posted in the head office. It will take 60 mins one way for him to reach the branch office where Ranjit worked. Ranjit had foreseen this. “I’ll just send you the rig code.” He said.

“Thanks Man! Have you sent the proposal to the onsite team?” asked Radhakrishnan.

“I have” replied Ranjit, “I just sent the mail.” “Good!” said Radha, “Let’s catch up tomorrow”. “Sure” Ranjit said and finished the call.

He looked at the desktop clock. It was 6:00 PM. Ranjit took his bag and left to go home. He pressed the down arrow for the lifts and waited. He took his phone out and checked the messages. Most of it were from his mom.

“Dad is not eating again! Tell him to eat.”

“I cannot understand what the maid is saying. It’s all in Hindi”

“When will you be back?”

There were a few other messages form his college group, school group, previous-friends-who-won’t-accept-we’re-no-longer-friends groups, office group and etcetera. While he was doing this, he could see that the lift door opened. He went in as he checked his phone. There was a LinkedIn invite. He opened it. He wanted to search for ‘Prabha, XMR’. Later! He thought.

“You always check you phone in lifts?” he heard a familiar voice and his lips smiled reflexively.

He turned to look at her. Prabha! “Yes!” he said. “Messages disturb me when I am working.”

She smiled oh so beautifully and said “I can never do that. Parking?” she asked. That’s when he realized he hadn’t pressed a floor number. “Yes” Ranjit said embarrassingly. He checked the floor they were currently on. It was 2nd. He wanted to ask her number. He wanted talk to her more. For some reason, he felt good when he talked to her. She was casually leaning on the metal holder and checking her phone. She held her bag on one hand and her T-shirt had risen up to her waist in her back. She had clipped her hair in a bun with several lose strands coming out. “A..” he started to speak when the lift reached P1. Prabha turned to look at him and asked, “Coming?”. His lip corners immediately touched his ears.

She kept walking to the area where she had parked her Activa. “Hey!” Ranjit said. She stopped, turned and asked “mm?”.

“You… never gave me your number!” Ranjit said.

“I… yes! note it down.” Said Prabha. Numbers were exchanged and Ranjit said goodbye. “Bye” Prabha said and started to walk.

Ranjit walked as he usually did till the dark place behind the storage truck. Then he stopped and jumped in joy. He quickly relaxed and started to walk as he would. He could not stop smiling though.

Seventh part of the story: Long Story 7

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The magic of falling in and out of love.

Several times and many more.

I leave you, I love you, I leave you, I love you…

But I never deceive you…

I do fear you.. Not when I am near you..

I fear you like I fear my mother…

The magic of marriage…

It’s like a baby in rage…

You pick it up anyway…

I have been working full time for the past 10 years. I’ve been an editor, a writer, technical writer, content strategist, and a research analyst. I’ve tried full-time working and freelancing. And I am going to talk about whether work form home is the best option for women with lots of responsibilities.

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Sisters!!!! yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Women do a lot of work. (don’t we?) I do not mean just physical work. We do a lot of management work. We plan, plan, plan, and plan more. We make people execute the plan. We execute them ourselves. We do it all. The mental involvement in any space of family life is more when it comes to a woman. It’s a fact.

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According to my calculations, if I make potato and cauliflower, I can use the same dish for dinner too.

We carry over the same mentality to our work. We plan, remember stuff, work, rework, and pay a hell lot of attention to details. I accept that all women do not function the same and their capabilities differ. And the least that anyone can do to help out is give women a choice of whether to work from home or come to office.

I am talking about a choice because it has to be a choice. Not all women can get work done at home. Some prefer to come to office. And many women work best from home. Like me! My company gives me work form home option once a day in a week. And this has helped me sort my things wonderfully. I work, I mentally manage the home (I literally remember where they key, bat, hand sanitizer, ID card, shaving brush, football, cello tape and glasses are; sometimes I wonder if I should download my conscious into a machine and be these guys’ Alexa).

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I am Alexa and I Connect you and the Government. Ok, no, the Google. Ok, I can’t tell you.

It helps me be in two places at once. A good friend once told me that multi-tasking is bad and we should consciously try not to do it. But my mom told me when I was 13, “Girl! Multi-task. We never have time. So, the only way is to multi-task the hell out of time.” (I am still conflicted. But! Yeah… I do multi-task like hell! Can’t help it. I cook, read, clean and prepare veggies for dinner at the same time. Sigh…).

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Well! tell that to your daughter Arya Mr. Stark.

But, my friend said that on a purely professional perspective. “Do not make egg-plant curry and take a work call woman!”, these were his words. But working from home and mentally managing my home does not feel like multi-tasking. It feels like productivity 100%. At home, I can work without the interference of my phone that I use to manage my home. I have observed that when I work from home, I work more hours (no travel time, not planning the exit, no chit-chats, no banter).

What do you think? Should all companies give the choice to work form home for women? should the choice be given to all? Men and women?

Let me know in the comments.

It’s the End!

It’s the End!

The week is ending…

I’m not done!

I’m not done!

There’s work still pending…

I can’t start afresh…

My undone work is a mesh…

I need a day… another day…

Please let there be another Sunday…

A 3-day weekend…

I can do all the work pending…

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Sigh…

Of course I won’t..

I’ll lose that Sunday.

I’ll waste that Sunday.

I’ll doze, and booze, I’ll sit.. and sit more…

Sigh.. Let it be the end…

Screw it! There’ll be another weekend!

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