Friday, April 18, 2014

I want red shoes to go with that belt!

 The other day I read a very interesting quote – “Be glad that you're greedy; the national economy would collapse if you weren't!”
Letting serious economy concerns rest at bay, I am talking about the state of my personal finances which are on the verge of collapse at the end of every month and need a bail out. Is it because of my greed?
But I wasn't raised to be a greedy individual. Even today I am not greedy. Understanding of brands, appreciating value for contentment and satisfaction more than ‘value for money’ and having to upgrade in life are the real spoiler kind of virtues I follow these days! Don’t be judgmental about me like that. It isn’t a good habit. My needs have simply translated (and upgraded, like my life) to my desires and I am being in complete obedience with Maslow. Spending lots on tiny portions of food, almost limiting street shopping to Sunday wear, not buying shoes off the roads are certain ways in which I have upgraded. At the end of the financial year, I feel that fulfilling the burden of self-expectations is the bigger than any tax burden of the world!
I used to wear sandak in school and now I wear Catwalk and I feel proud. I know a lot of fancy names like peep toes and I own mustard wedges and green bellies and silver stilettos. 2 years down the line I will probably wear a Jimmy Choo and feel prouder. I don’t know household work but I will (make my husband) invest in modular kitchen. Because I probably belong to the income bracket of top 20% of the salaried individuals in the country and we are spending hard to fulfill Pareto’s principle (lest he feels upset) and ensuring that we contribute to 80% of the country’s annual consumer spend. Pareto will thus become a happy man because people of my kinds will strive to justify his statistics for the coming ages
Sometimes I feel lucky to be privileged. Sometimes I feel confused about my happiness quotient. Sometimes I can’t relate the two because my base hypothesis is I should be happy if I am fulfilling more aspirations. My logic is illustrated below –

Upgrade -> Moving up in life -> Spending on fulfilling aspirations -> Higher probability of happiness

I am not in a job from hell and I have time on weekends. On weekends when I meet friends I consume high calorie food and then I walk with my father for 30 minutes and burn a small percentage of fat I accumulated through the day. I feel happy that despite living a fairly more comfortable life, I haven’t become fat. I like this life a lot because I feel it gives me freedom to spend on my family, my friends, gift them and pamper myself. Yes, retail therapy works! A mailer from Flipkart with top 5 offers (just) for YOU (what a lie!) delights me on a mundane office day and I buy another pair of shoes and my mother shrieks because of the lack of storage space and low re-usability
I was happy 5 years ago when I used to spend 1/5th of what I do today. I am happy today as well. I don’t think consumerism has victimized me. I am a happy consumer and Flipkart and Central & Pantaloons like me and they all have given me loyalty points as well! At times I almost feel like I am the proponent of how to upgrade in life :P
I think consumerism is making more brands come to India, creating more jobs and making more people like me feel nice (and pampered). It is making India a global market place and that is, on any given day a good thing to happen to any economy
The other day I had a good day at work and I was happily prancing back home when I met a couple who told me they belonged to my state and have lost their money purses and did not have means to get anywhere. I knew I was trying to be conned. But they did look poor. Probably they dint know how to communicate their (monetary) needs to me (like brands do). I felt generous and I gave them sufficient money to have a humble meal for two and left. I felt happier (than I feel when I shop). Probably this is what life is…happiness rests in all sizes XXL, XL, L, M & S. This was probably a S gesture but it gave me a XL amount of happiness! As silly and stretched that it may sound, but my generosity  was based out of the fact that I spend so much on myself (aspirations, etc), I can might as well help a couple who seemed to be distressed

Ultimately, you and me, rich and poor, old and young are all trying to be happy (as against rich) and getting rich (and then upgrading) is one of the many proven ways of finding happiness!

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Kindness

Life is beautiful in its own sweet ways. Sometimes full of remorse and maddening, blackening sadness and at times blinding you with its radiant happiness!
On one such day when she was fighting her soul and tears, she reached the waters of Juhu beach. The sun was burning on a March afternoon and the winds were slapping with their fierce flames. She walked the entire stretch searching for her share of peace but dint find any. Tired and weary, she sat down on the edge of a small embankment which separated the sands from the concrete. She pulled out the tickets from her purse and tore them into two, four and then eight pieces. She stared into the setting sun and kept weeping hot tears that flushed her face. Her tears seemed as endless as the horizon. She recounted events and it made her feel more miserable. The merriment at a beach wasn't hampered by her state. She whimpered in the silent corner like a broken pug. Many strangers sat by her side and left it after a while. She dint rise for hours together. One stranger came and sat by her. He dint speak to her for long. Finally, he spoke and introduced himself as a person having his own business to mind but couldn't help intervene because of her endless sobbing. She said nothing and kept staring. He asked her if he could help but she politely refused. He advised her to not stay there for long because it is not a safe place for a single girl to be. He once again asked if he could help and she once again expressed the futility of his endeavour. He still waited for some lewd souls to leave her side. He then rose and held out his card and said, “If you need anything, do give me a call. Don’t mind my interference. I don’t know if you are new to this city but you could reach out to me as you would reach out to your brother”. For the first time in many hours she smiled with a certain gratitude that she bore towards a stranger. She decided to retain the card which wasn't meant to create a business relation, for as long as she could. His name was kundan and his phone number was clearly spelled out so that she could reach him, if need be. This incident made her hopeful and she started her return journey with a belief that she will find her peace and before reaching home, not just her peace and calm, but she even found her lost smile!

When she recounted this incident to me, my faith in human kindness only increased. Maybe you and I have both experienced such instances when the dearest of our people don’t seem to understand our plight but some stranger does. Maybe the stranger also wouldn't understand but we assume that he does! Such is our innocent mind which puts faith in anyone who shows kindness because that is the most rewarding action a human is capable of performing! Maybe such little instances fill our life with hope, faith and endless belief in humanity which we otherwise think is debilitating by every passing day…

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Corporate Musings

The recent announcement of Tata Sons withdrawal of the banking license led to an outburst of expectations, questions and anxiousness all poured in together! General public opinion said that the Tatas were meant to become a bank one day. Over a century of existence, but it’s no exaggeration to talk about the amount of trust and faith of the masses, the Group beckons. Such a trusted entity to venture forth in the financial sector as a bank rather than a NBFC would have only done the country and its people more good than harm. The evening the news went public, as a Tata Employee I was asked a lot of questions starting with friends to parents, as to the reasons for this withdrawal I would be privy to besides the once quoted in the press release.  Few even believed that the withdrawal will create more pressure on RBI with respect to its existing regulations and norms than on the operating NBFCs in the Tata Group. The morning post the announcement, the MD & CEO of Tata Capital addressed the employees of the corporate office settling all their questions, appeasing their disappointment, encouraging their good work and requesting their support for the decision taken by the Group
As I anxiously stood there amidst reasons, arguments and disappointments, I saw so much hope and energy in the leader’s words! The frankness with which any employee questioned the CEO of the company and the honesty with which he responded made me realize that the group has come a long way to truly absorb the open door policy. The Group has evolved to be aggressive yet discerning, profitable yet considerate and ever expanding yet ethical to the core! The unquestioning commitment that the Group has shown for its people have made the Tatas industrialist in the truest sense than just an aspiring business house of the country. 

It’s been more than 6 months for me into the system, and the pride of being a Tata group employee only swells with every passing day!

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

A step in life…



This is how my mother feels. I know she feels a lot more…
This is just a sincere attempt to put words to her thoughts…

It was only yesterday, that she lisped a sweet shrill…
Today her conversations delight me with immense thrill!

I remember her raising her hand to hold my finger…
Today I watch her move with grace and splendor

How she struggled to rise up and peep above the plank!
Now I feel proud to see her reach for the stars!

With an anxious face she had stepped into the school van!
Years later I stand at the airport waving her a loving bye!

As she takes a new step in her life,
I pray to God to always be by her side…
May success & glory touch the shores of her feet,
May with beauty & and grace, her soul be replete…


Monday, June 25, 2012

THE STORY OF EVERYDAY

The morning dawns and the clock strikes again,
To begin a trail that maddens the sane

The typical bus and the familiar train,
Begins the monotony that ceases to wane

The targets are high and ambitious,
The concerns immense and conspicuous

Another meal skipped scrambling by the desk,
‘Won’t join you guys for lunch’ came the reluctant text

Three cups of coffee were the saving grace,
To brush off the fatigue of his weary face

That evening again, he missed the shuttle,
Reached his home after braving the bustle

The kids were fed and fast asleep,
His wife kept waiting in her thoughts so deep

The reckless struggle would just not relent,
Deep in his sleep, he chose to lament

What is this life, so full of care!
There is no time to stop and stare!

Monday, April 23, 2012

Love is...

Love is…
When you get back home tired and weary,
And he gets you hot tea with your favorite snack

Love is…
When he takes the back seat and lets you
Get your hands clean on the steering wheel

Love is…
When he loses the match and is drenched in sweat
And yet you feel proud showing him off to your friends



Love is..
When you see him walking with someone else
Yet you smile because you know he is happy...

Love is…
When you take half the dairy milk back home
Just to watch your sister lick the last remains of it with delight!

Love is…
When your best friend wakes up when you have reached the outside of the office
And yet you wait for him to decide to get marked late together

Love is…
When your mother calls you up on your beach holiday
And advices you to not take the plunge because it’s not very safe!

Love is…
When your dad smuggles in some cash in your pocket
To make sure your date is perfect and your mom doesn’t know about it!

Love is…
When you cuddle up in your granny’s embrace and ask her to tell you a story
Even when you know you have outgrown in size!

Love is…
Simple yet profound
Sweet and always found
Love more and live more…
Life is worth more than just the crores!

Monday, April 2, 2012

I was waiting for so long...

It had been a few years,

All the while she waited in fear,

Worrying if the bullets abound,

Would hit him hard and shoot him down


The infant had now turned one,

Spending time with the mother and none,

Lisping words just out of the blue,

Giving out to her the mystical cues


The morning dawned and yet again,

A telegram lay at her door frame,

Dissonance prevailed in her heart and mind,

She prayed to God, for once to be kind!


Tears of distress rolled down her cheek,

Caressing her toddler, she felt fragile and weak,

She read those words feeling high and low,

Keeping abreast with the thoughts that flowed


“The ceasefire is called,

and the war shall be done…

Two more months

and I will be home…

It’s a matter of time,

till then just behold,

I will soon be by your side,

have faith in the One!”


Wondering if ever did her fate went amiss,

Down came her tears of agony and bliss,

Then she wept and wept for so long…

Life for her never seemed like a song…