Although it was Holi today, it was not a holiday!
I guess this is the first time I celebrated Holi. (There were few times when I didn't celebrate it, but people put colour on my face anyway.) Actually I was reluctant this time also, but then I agreed. And it was really great!
One of the senior members of my previous team, Amit ji, stays nearby our office. So, a few of us went to his house, along with colors, and ... you know what one does with colors on a Holi day! We went to Amit ji's house from office, without changing our dresses or having anything spare. And me and two other guys were in formal shirts! Alas, no one was spared! :)
It was not something wild, but it was really fun. I, however, only put a token of color on everyone's face. I don't believe in aggresive coloring. :) And at the end when I went to wash my face ... well, I was surprised for a moment to see the person in the mirror.
So, everything was great. And then we were treated with Pizza and Coke. And of course, a lot of "clicking and flashes" during the entire session. A colorful Holi.
Not sure if I've started to "pack my memories" before I leave ...
Happy Holi to all!!!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Who will cry when I'll die?
Experiments can be of two types. Successful, which paves the way for some new inventions. Failure, when the experiment fails to prove the hypothesis. If I say that I had been performing experiments with my life, it would fall under the second category.
Why do we cry when someone our nearer and dearer dies? Of course, because we will miss him for the rest of our life. It is because we will miss him. Anything else? Well, I was thinking there could be two more reasons. First, we feel happy for him -- because he has finally got freedom from the bondages of this cruel world. Second, we pity on ourselves that we still have some more time to be spent in this world.
Why am I bothered if anyone at all would cry when I'll be gone? And why I should be complaining if no one does? I've myself chosen this path for me ...
I promised this blog to be a reflection of mine. I've always told myself that I'm better at writing than at speaking. If any day, anyone wants to know about me, this would be an authentic place.
So, who will cry when I'll die?
Why do we cry when someone our nearer and dearer dies? Of course, because we will miss him for the rest of our life. It is because we will miss him. Anything else? Well, I was thinking there could be two more reasons. First, we feel happy for him -- because he has finally got freedom from the bondages of this cruel world. Second, we pity on ourselves that we still have some more time to be spent in this world.
Why am I bothered if anyone at all would cry when I'll be gone? And why I should be complaining if no one does? I've myself chosen this path for me ...
I promised this blog to be a reflection of mine. I've always told myself that I'm better at writing than at speaking. If any day, anyone wants to know about me, this would be an authentic place.
So, who will cry when I'll die?
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