In response to the Writer's Island prompt on March 21 2008.
She held the tiny arms of her daughter as they enter the school together. She could not believe that she now has a kid who is to start school. She remembered three decades back, when she waved her mom goodbye from the school bus window. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was screaming to be home. Life had been fine to her. With whatever setbacks she faced, she was able to make some of her mom's dreams come true and she was very happy and relieved at it. Today, when her own daughter is taking the first step into the world of education, she dreams of what she wants her daughter to become. Suddenly she stops in her mind and smiles. After all these years, she realized her motive in life. She is going to help her daughter achieve her own dreams.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
I just don't get it
Response to the prompt on Sunday Scribbles on March 20 2008.
This happens every week without fail and I am completely baffled. I see no logic, no rhyme and no reason but there is nothing I can do to stop it. Every weekend, when I do my laundry, I invariably lose one sock. I just end up buying more white and black socks. For some reasons, the colored ones are spared. Nowadays, most socks are ambidextrous, as in, can be worn by either foot. I try to pair up the socks which have attainted bachelorhood but they never match up because of the difference in shades! So, now I have 5 single white socks and 6 singled black ones. They are all of the same color but if you look at them closely, you can see that they are indeed different. The more I think about it, the more I am confirmed that socks resemble fingerprints. Even though human hands seem similar, we are unique with our fingerprints. Maybe one day, sock would be our identity and can replace signature and fingerprints!
The more confusing part, however, is what is the washing machine doing with one sock? Does it eat it, hide it, wear it and why? I shudder to think if I have a monster at my home, that too, a one legged since it always takes one sock away and doesn't even bother to touch a stocking.
I just don't get it.
This happens every week without fail and I am completely baffled. I see no logic, no rhyme and no reason but there is nothing I can do to stop it. Every weekend, when I do my laundry, I invariably lose one sock. I just end up buying more white and black socks. For some reasons, the colored ones are spared. Nowadays, most socks are ambidextrous, as in, can be worn by either foot. I try to pair up the socks which have attainted bachelorhood but they never match up because of the difference in shades! So, now I have 5 single white socks and 6 singled black ones. They are all of the same color but if you look at them closely, you can see that they are indeed different. The more I think about it, the more I am confirmed that socks resemble fingerprints. Even though human hands seem similar, we are unique with our fingerprints. Maybe one day, sock would be our identity and can replace signature and fingerprints!
The more confusing part, however, is what is the washing machine doing with one sock? Does it eat it, hide it, wear it and why? I shudder to think if I have a monster at my home, that too, a one legged since it always takes one sock away and doesn't even bother to touch a stocking.
I just don't get it.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
That's what I heard
In response to Weekend Wordsmith's prompt on March 14 2008
It was 8:30 am as Anu glanced at the clock in her office phone. Even though the day had just begun, she felt fatigue. For the past few weeks, she had been working late nights to get the work done. Ever since her promotion four months back to Software Manager, she had had very little time for herself and her family. Too many requirements pouring in from customers and all seem to be in high sense of urgency. She knew she had to do this for sometime till the company where she worked, starts reaping profits and go public.
She was going to have an important meeting with the Area Manager and the Chief Sales Executive of the company shortly. She and her team had worked extremely hard to finish the requirements given by fivecustomers. Since all of them need to be released in a very short period of time, they are maintaining five versions of the software product. Maintaining multiple versions is not prudent but in a scenario like this, there was not much choice.
She entered the conference room with her two colleagues. When she started her presentation, she felt more confident and in control. Her colleagues seem to be pleased with the results. She said "We would be giving five versions and the sales team has to be well versed with all". At this comment, the Chief Sales Executive seemed to smile while the Area Manager had a confused look. She carried on with her presentation and in the end, emphasized the fact that they will never have five versions ever as it had been extremely difficult in maintaining them. The Area Manager finally getting the context, said - "Oh, did you say five versions of the product? I misheard. That's what I was wondering why were you giving five virgins to the sales team!"
It was 8:30 am as Anu glanced at the clock in her office phone. Even though the day had just begun, she felt fatigue. For the past few weeks, she had been working late nights to get the work done. Ever since her promotion four months back to Software Manager, she had had very little time for herself and her family. Too many requirements pouring in from customers and all seem to be in high sense of urgency. She knew she had to do this for sometime till the company where she worked, starts reaping profits and go public.
She was going to have an important meeting with the Area Manager and the Chief Sales Executive of the company shortly. She and her team had worked extremely hard to finish the requirements given by fivecustomers. Since all of them need to be released in a very short period of time, they are maintaining five versions of the software product. Maintaining multiple versions is not prudent but in a scenario like this, there was not much choice.
She entered the conference room with her two colleagues. When she started her presentation, she felt more confident and in control. Her colleagues seem to be pleased with the results. She said "We would be giving five versions and the sales team has to be well versed with all". At this comment, the Chief Sales Executive seemed to smile while the Area Manager had a confused look. She carried on with her presentation and in the end, emphasized the fact that they will never have five versions ever as it had been extremely difficult in maintaining them. The Area Manager finally getting the context, said - "Oh, did you say five versions of the product? I misheard. That's what I was wondering why were you giving five virgins to the sales team!"
Monday, March 10, 2008
Rising
In response to Writer's Island prompt "Rising" on March 7 2008.
Sieving the flour
Beating the eggs
Griding the sugar
Adding the vanilla essence
Mixing them all
Pouring the batter in a mould
Putting the mould in the hot oven
Mouth watering and beaming faces
What can be more pleasurable
Than seeing a cake rising!
Sieving the flour
Beating the eggs
Griding the sugar
Adding the vanilla essence
Mixing them all
Pouring the batter in a mould
Putting the mould in the hot oven
Mouth watering and beaming faces
What can be more pleasurable
Than seeing a cake rising!
Friday, March 7, 2008
Time Machine
I have a time machine, one of its kind
It is with me always, it's my mind
Takes me back to my younger days
When life was fun and we had our ways
Lets me relive the moments I treasure
And makes me smile with joy and pleasure
Take me to the crossroads where I had to decide
Hoping that life will be in my side
Peeking into the future with hope and wonder
Wishing that the seeds sown now will bloom into flower
Time is a great teacher and life is a big mystery
With a right mind, I hope to complete this journey.
It is with me always, it's my mind
Takes me back to my younger days
When life was fun and we had our ways
Lets me relive the moments I treasure
And makes me smile with joy and pleasure
Take me to the crossroads where I had to decide
Hoping that life will be in my side
Peeking into the future with hope and wonder
Wishing that the seeds sown now will bloom into flower
Time is a great teacher and life is a big mystery
With a right mind, I hope to complete this journey.
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