Friday, August 25, 2006

Blog Impact

I like to call it the impact of my post (I'm kidding myself here, of course!)
I got my calling cards yesterday!!!! Yippppeeeeee!!
It has my company name and my name and my numbers and everything! I know all calling cards have all these but these are my first cards people! I have the right to gush like this!! :-)

Monday, August 21, 2006

Calling On Me

There used to be a time when I thought visiting cards, or calling cards as I believe they are called now, were meant for high-flying businessmen, a kind of elitist symbol of the person's importance, if I may say so.

But I know realise every Tom, Dick, Harry and their aunts have calling cards. At every event i go to, organisers and just about everyone ends up giving me their cards. There are times when I really want to give mine and continue the acquaintance.

The catch is that I have not got my cards yet. We get them from the company and I have not got them yet. Is anybody listening to me.......?

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

A Poem

This is something I wrote after my visit to my old college.


As I walk
Down the corridors
Of time
A world opens up
One of the past
When I took the stage
With a dozen others
We laughed a laugh,
Shed a tear, fought a battle
Stood still against
The ravaging time
And lost the war,
To retreat, ahead with Life.

The battleground remains
Same as ever
The foot soldiers- disciples
Of us and others before us.
As I walk past,
A veteran now
I remain unsung,
My time buried.
They lead on now
Their personal fight
Fought with a tear
And a hearty laugh.

I walk past
Letting them be
The vision fades
The faces I knew
Other lives now.

As I walk on
The corridors of time
I reach a monument
With a plaque.
Inscribed on it is

Some Things Never Change

One of the most hackneyed expressions these days could well be `Change is the only constant in the world'. I myself have used it on several occassions in my writings. But I am glad to find that it is not entirely true.

I went home last weekend. It was literally freezing. I might as well have been transported into the past. As I looked out of the window, I could not see anything in front of me; the mist was so thick. It was raining so heavily that walking out of the house was out of the question. All the same...just like it had been over the years, as long as I remember.

I went to my old college to meet some classmates who teach there now. It was like stepping back into time again. felt like a rewind to over two years ago, when we walked the corridors, making pretty much big nuisances of ourselves. Every new face in the college was the butt of our comments. I got my share this time too. The faces had changed of course. But the manner of college life, those irritating lectures, lecturers we could get around by, noisy corridors... nothing's changed.

I went to town too. The same old beloved faces that smile at me, the ones who ask about my job; for whom I am not the journalist from the city, but just a simple girl they watched grow up. The lanes I walked in the rain, the shops I brought chocolates and candy from. The old musty government offices with a thousand files that are never cleared away. Ah!

The country might develop, civilisation may progress. But Madikeri and some things about it never change. And I thank God for it!

My Phone Scares Me (Almost)!

Here I am, after a long time. I don't even want to contemplate on what I have been doing these past weeks. That is one path I refuse to walk on now.

Went home last week for four blissful days. Best part was that I did not do anything. Oh I did get a new phone though.

Its a Nokia phone, one of the latest models. It is not very sleek nor is it easy to carry. But the features it has...! Wow! It is so technically advanced that I am almost intimidated every time I try something new in it. As of now, I have learnt to make and receive calls, send messages and take some pictures on it. But I am told it can do a lot more than that. The instruction manual reads like Greek to me. Such technology scares me because it is wierd how much man has actually progressed.

Mobile phones can be irritating sometimes. The best part about them is that you are always connected. The worst part is that you are always connected too. I have family and friends calling up all the time and the first thing they ask is where I am. and I don't always like telling people where I am every minute of the day. It gets so bad sometimes that I am greatly tempted to throw my phone against the wall.

But then, this new one that I have is too pretty to do something like that. And I haven't yet figured out half the things it is capable of doing.