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Thursday, August 30, 2007

First Salary..

'You have to offer the entire first salary to the tirupathi venkateshwara temple' his mother told him.

Tomorrow would be the day of the first salary of the first job. He had been waiting for this.The first time he would have money in his hands which he could spend in any way he wanted. He was never given any pocket money in school or college days, not that he complained anyway. For, he would spend most of his free time in the lab or library.

He had carefully planned what he would do- not buy sarees or gold bangles for his mother, like people usually do, but a washing machine and a vaccum cleaner , so that the daily chores would not leave her tired by the end of the day. And a nice pair of shoes for his father. The ones he was using now were not comfortable. Besides they were nearly a year old.And of course, two new shirts.

He would not listen to his mother. What was the point in offering his salary to the God who was already the world's richest? And were'nt parents considered to be the first gods?


    • At 1:32 PM, Anonymous Sreejith said…

      And i bought the finest silk saree at Nalli's :(

    • At 2:54 PM, Blogger Roopa said…

      thats okay Sreejith..even I had bought sarees for my mom..I am sure you already had a washing machine at home ;-)

    • At 11:00 AM, Blogger Karthik Rao said…

      to err is human :)

    • At 3:58 PM, Blogger Roopa said…

      in what context are u saying that[:p]

    • At 10:32 PM, Blogger Shankar said…

      In matters of faith, nothing can be classified as right or wrong. It's anybody's guess how many Gods the mother and the lad in question would have prayed so that the day will dawn with the scent of the first salary. But now funnily, the God gets termed as the "richest". Is it "reasoning of convenience"?

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    • At 1:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      Yes Shankar, I agree with you that Miss.Roopa has a sense of convenience. She is smart enough and has a "lot of reasoning of convenience". She might destroy a nation for her convenience and she has a reasoning to support herself.
      But she would be too late to realise that her smartness is caught by the world.

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Monday, August 27, 2007

Avva.. used to address our maternal grandma as .Even in her early 70s,she was unbelievably
strong-willed and young at heart.Any new advertisement she would spot on TV for a
new soap,she would want to try it immediately . Though there were small shops nearby, she would want to go the big shops in the shopping area of malleshwaram about 3 kms away from our house.Both of us, she about 72, and I about 12 would walk all the way there holding hands. After buying the soap, she would get me 'yummies' and 'kulfi' .

I cant remember the number of times I have gone on such shopping trips with her. For all I know, she could have been the first customer for some of the products.

I particularly remember the later years when she would tug at my hand little harder. On the way back, she would say that she is too tired to walk back and would want to sit on the footpath. I would goad her to walk on, saying that people would laugh at us if we sit on the footpath.
I guess I was too young to realise that my grandma was growing old.

How I wish I could go back in time, to make her feel comfortable, and to provide her with all the luxuries possible. I miss those little shopping trips. And I miss her..


Saturday, August 25, 2007

Some of my pencil sketches..

some old, some older and some really really old...



Thursday, August 23, 2007

Office Story

First the mundane stuff:There is this place where I work part-time. It is a services oriented company . Currently we are four of us working. We girls mostly take care of the 'office' work while my only male colleague Hari, being the senior, has more responsibilities including co-ordinating with all of us and our other branches. Seems like a female-dominated place don't it? Except that it is not.

To say that Hari is not the best co-worker I could've got is a terrible understatement. He browses through obscenities while in office, flirts with people over phone, hits on the customers who come to office (he would try to call me by pulling my shoulder during my initial days but I showed him his place.)Even if all these are ignored, since they do not affect me personally, there is more to him.Being a senior to us, he tries to assign most of his work to us.I remember my initial days when he used to be out everyday for couple of hours during office hours. I was shouted at for politely asking if I should put extra hours during the the time he was not-for apparently 'questioning his commitment to work'. I had promptly burst into tears.

No girl lasts for more than 2 months in our office. And I think surviving for even 2 months is an achievement in itself. For one thing the work we do kind of takes time to learn. But the primary reason is Hari.There can be two different cases: If according to him , the girl is not good looking,even if she misses crossing a t or dotting an i, the comments are" you are miserable and you make me feel miserable'. In case she is good-looking,for the smallest of works done, he congratulates the girl by shaking hands,patting on back etc..There are even some compliments like 'Your hair smells so good' or 'you are smelling fresh today ' thrown in in-between.

Either way the girl quits and the owner of the business who hardly comes to the office, has no clue why.

I have been working there for about a year now...He doesn't mess with me for various reasons and I haven't quit for various reasons.But then, I haven't learnt some important things from this place. Now, not only from him, but I don't tolerate nonsense from anyone. I don't keep quiet if I see anything unfair.All those people-men or women who silently accept unjust treatment in office-the more you stomach such things, the more the world will try to trample you. Speak out, and stand up for yourself and the world will bend for you.