Whats your "H-Factor" ?

The other day, a colleague at work asked me if she looked good after loosing a few inches.
The fact is, I had barely noticed the change in her figure, but I smiled wide and said, 'Oh Yes, you look great!'
She was happy and got back to work and I, umm.. felt contented !

But when close friends ask me a similar question, I simply give an honest answer.
Then, be it appealing to the ears or not.

But amongst them, I noticed that some really want an honest answer and some just don’t!

(Psst.. Some times people also get slapped and kicked for being brutally honest !
Note: NO, I'm not recommending you to be dishonest)

Coming back to the point, my question here is, do you have to keep someone's heart who's not very close to you and make him/her happy and say what you don't really mean?
And what about the one's very close to you? Should you give them your honest opinion or a fake one would do no harm? What are they worthy of?

Concluding with a thought, does keeping people happy, makes you a saint and lying, a sinner?
(Considering people still consider lying as sin) And so, I wonder, if that should nullify it all...

How do we maintain the balance, between honesty and happiness, is there a Win-Win situation for all?

And if you could pick just one either “H”appniness of others or being “H”onest, what would be your H-Factor?

On a lighter note, do you like the song, love the way you lie? ;)

Peek-a-boo(k)

Although, I don’t make chats public, but these days being public is the trend.

Here is a small chat that happened between Me and my friend (Him: H) today.

H: One thing which I never understood over the years is .... why do ppl friend him on facebook.... wot good does it do to them

Me: No clue! Fun in peeking in others lives, may be!!

U know, human tendency.. When u walk around in ur hostel, n see room to someone's door is open,      u tend to peek in... no intention at all, just to see what’s going on.. and the new name of curiosity is Fb…

H: He is bigger offender than K series producer then :D

      But really earlier very few used to sneak a quick look into other’s rooms..

Me: Well... Then it was not considered 'cool'

        Now, not existing on Fb is called 'uncool'

        So sneaking  is what ppl r asking for!

And just now… U read someone else’s chat ;) 

Just wondering, what good it does to make your life public Or do u prefer to remain Private Or have the best of both worlds?

Moisturizer, need it?

In our early days we all want to be ‘like’ someone and then we want to be ‘Someone’.  Is there a goal that we have set for ourselves or for the man in the mirror that the world sees?

Are our dreams dreamt for our soul or for the society and if it’s broken, should we be shaken?

I feel ‘Dream’ is just one word, given many names. When we have the will and focus, it becomes our Aim, when we know we want it but cant easily get it, becomes a hope and when some dreams are fallacy it simply becomes a fantasy.

This is a quote I picked up from a TV series, SATC, rather the quote picked me up to think and to write… here it goes:

“That night I started to think about belief. Maybe it’s not even advisable to be an optimist anymore. Maybe pessimism is something we have to apply daily, like moisturizer, otherwise how do you bounce back when reality batters your belief system, and love does not, as promised, conquer all? Is hope a drug we need to go off of, or is it keeping us alive? What’s the harm in believing?”

Y Chromosome- Poem

I happened to read this poem somewhere and liked it.
Disclaimer: This isn't my poem. But a good poem ;) :)
Worth a read..

People talk about love, then they talk about being cursed

They talk about the good, later the bad that they nursed

About that someone who touched them in some way

About that someone who then suddenly went astray

I see people talking about trusting again

About not moving in the wrong lane

About not wanting disrespect nomore

About not being called an X,Y,Z, or a wh**e

I then see people describing the prominence

The submissiveness, the softness, the dominance

Of their beloved, who isn’t there anymore

Is this a game? Who in the world can then predict the score?

“One life isn’t enough” they claim

And all of them feel the same

Who is to blame? Who is wrong?

Who is manipulative? Who actually needs to be strong?

People are poetic, they are articulate

They talk about how it ended for them, what was in their fate

They call their beloved heartless

They blame others for their own mess

People find themselves wishing for more than one life

For having that tad bit extra guts to walk the edge of the knife

For having have it all in one bag

For having it ALL and yet not bothering about the tag

People want to start trusting again

They want to get over the pain

They want to feel what is true

They really want to come out of the blue

I sit back, watch those people talk

Watch those people fall, watch those people walk

Watch how everyone has a different problem to face

Watch how someone can just breach your space

I can’t help but wonder how

So much is said and now

Now that all is said and done

We are still at square one!

Goodness for Sale, any buyers?

When you are a child, you are being taught to be good to people, irrespective that they are good to you or not..


Well, I think I took that lesson pretty seriously, tried to swallow my fury and my words, instead of reciprocation of spiteful words that touched,well, not just my ear. And right now, I think I can swallow an ugly big frog! Gulp ! (Yuk!)


Here, I am just trying to figure out, that even if you are nice to people who are not the same with you, will they ever be slapped by karma or would a miracle happen to them as an eye opener?
Bang !
 
All the more you think about your deeds and its zero or may be negative outcomes, your goodness acts like a salt over the wound, shouldn't it rather have healing powers?

 The point is, should the good ones continue to be good, forever? Or should they become 'real' in this unreal world and become semi-devil...?

Walkathon

They say walking is a good exercise, but what if a few days of exercise is done in one single day?!

Well we did it in one night..few days back, by participating in a Walkathon, arranged by Aarey Milk Colony Walkers Club, Mumbai, on a Saturday night.

Our Itinerary was:
Distance :24-25 kms (approx)
From :Aarey Milk Colony
To :Siddhivinayak Temple @ Dadar
Starting Time :11.00pm
Tea Break :12.30am
Attend Arti :5.00am

We were a group of 150, divided in groups of 10, so as to stay together in the midst of night and talk while we walk. In my group it was majorly ladies and time just flew by… (Do I need to explain anything anymore..? ;-) )

We started walking towards Goregaon station with full energy and excitement, a hundred and fifty people walking together in the night looked like a mass parade, with the city all lit up. That’s the best thing about Mumbai, the city REALLY never sleeps and we could experience that in our over night walk.


Our walk, speed varying every now and then continued; except for the tea break, we dint take a single halt or stood by/ sat down anywhere.

First 17kms went smooth, post that, at least for me I had to drag myself up, but thankfully the good company made me walk the rest of the miles quickly. It’d have been a better feeling if I’d have a flag in my hand. Phew ..!!


We reached the temple around 4.00am and finally we all scattered and sat down wherever we could find a place, lawns, pathways or the playground; like THIS was what we were all waiting for. The Arti was supposed to start at 5.00am, so we all stretched ourselves, left- right- up and down!


At 4.45am we again started forming a queue to enter the temple and that is when we realized that THIS “break” was not what we wanted. Getting up again was the THE most painful thing in the entire Walkathon..!


Comatose we all started moving and then attended one of the most beautiful and serene pooja ever. No pain no gain, right? Proved ..!
Lovvvved the peaceful time spent in the temple, nothing like it..!!


Post the Arti, a bus was arranged for us to go back, breakfast served in the bus itself and by the time we reached home it was around 8.00am. All I could see was my bed..!! Thankfully it was a Sunday morning, so could take rest all day. Was a night well spent. :)


God Bless you all :)

A 'not' so Peaceful Journey

I recently had an opportunity to travel in train after 1000+ days (w.r.t. my last Train journey)
1. Coz there was no option of flight
2. I had to make it to the destination at a pre-defined time.


Managed to get tickets at the last moment, booked tatkal and after changing multiple local trains in Mumbai and convincing the reluctant Cab driver to drop me at the Boarding station and making to the station on time (somehow), I got into the train; where accompanying me where some 40+ aged people whose topic of discussion was big, fat, feral “Rats”. (WOW right…!!)


They enlightened each other and consequently me, about the size of rats in different cities in India and what all harm do they do, where, how, when…and then the worse part, (as they said), was that Rats ate some new born babies in some corner of the country! D-uh..! Till the time I was hunting for my iPod in my purse, the KT (Knowledge Transfer) went on and now “Cats” had mewed their way into the discussion, in some comparison with the “Rats”. May be the uncles had to present a Thesis on “Rats”, and so the healthy “Group- Discussion”.


Thankfully, they got down after a few stations. Later during the night, when I tried sleeping, (emphasis on the word “tried”), I heard a very musical lullaby, sung by various people (Thank you all :-) ), from various corners of the train, in their sleep, snoring as they call it, melodious…but sadly, not my taste of music.


Consequently, I was wide awake and suddenly one of the singers got up (in my compartment) and saw that I was awake, suggested me to sleep as half the journey was still pending and now the only question on my mind was How..!!


This was just one side of my trip, while coming back, it was ‘Ambedkar Jayanti’ and on this day, govt. gives free train tickets to certain tribes and so the train was over-overrr loaded. But again, thankfully as I was in the AC coach, there was tight security and only the confirmed-ticket passengers. Phew ..!!


All I was wishing in my round trip was nothing but an airport..!!


I am not asking for a lot but just some good sleep and also for more Airports to be planned in the country. :-)


Amen!