It finally rained in Bangalore! I love rains! I love getting wet in the rains as well. It soothes me and my soul. I am a romantic person, and the rains just make me happy. It's such a romantic season.
Waking up to a morning of rainy clouds is just enough to give me that rush of excitement and happiness. Walking through the rains today, brought back some memories of time spent in the rainy season...
When I was in school, me and my best friend used to walk back home, though we had bicycles. We used to act silly by jumping and splashing in the puddles of water on our way back. Mom's scoldings regarding ruining the dresses, shoes and socks, somehow added to the fun :D
By the time I came to college, the romantic side of me started to peek at me. Walking to college everyday in the rains, made me smile. Graduation was the time when I had a two wheeler to myself. And God did I love to ride in the rains!! I wanted excuses to step out and drive till one of the lakes, feeling those water droplets on my face (they hurt sometime :P). The enjoyment continued when after the ride I waited eagerly for the adrak ki chai, along with my friends. When I used to reach home, Mom would jump and ask if I was ready for some hot pakoras. It was as if Mom could sense the need of those pakoras.
Moving to Bangalore was like a bliss for me in more ways than one. One of them being the untimely rains! The Bangalore weather makes me happy everyday (unless its damn sunny), and the rains just add to the happiness.
Today is one of those days, and the smile on my face will stay throughout :)
The song on my mind is Iktara - both the female and the male version....
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Flying without wings...
I travelled in a flight for the first time, a few days ago. I was excited the moment I saw my tickets!! It was a Kingfisher ticket!! "Wow!", I thought, "Flying for the first time and that too KF!! Ah! Life is a blessing!!"
My sister was as excited to know this as I was! She told me quite a few things that I should keep in mind before, during and after the flight. I did not want to know how it feels when the flight takes off, or lands. Since, I already had heard about nausea and such stuff!!
Putting my foot down at the airport, and knowing that I have to board a flight, felt so good. I was like a kid, smiling and excited all through. That great feeling of being waved at by my sister when I was getting in, was unmatchable. Even getting through the formalities in a rush, since we were late for our flight, kept me smiling. The morning fog welcomed us, when we were being taken towards the airbus. Felt fresh after a long time, and that too on an airport!!
Luckily, I got the window seat. What else could I ask for! When the flight took off, it felt like a roller coaster ride!! And snap! I was flying almost instantly! It was like a dream come true for me! In a few minutes we were between the clouds! It was as if the clouds accumulated to form a new land....
I kept looking out of the window throughout the flight. So much so that I sprained my neck!! :) We were flying over Kolhapur when I looked down at the mountain ranges. They looked exactly the way I've seen in books. Beautiful. Geography lessons would be much better and interesting this way, I thought to myself.
The experience somehow reminded of my childhood. We could see the Nagpur airport from the terrace of our apartment. So clearly so that the runway, the signal, everything was visible. Everytime a plane would roar by, we would rush to the terrace to see it wandering in the sky for a while, and then land. The take offs were more interesting as the plane would turn a few times on the runway and zoom! It was in the sky! That was a regular schedule, running to the terrace for that view. Especially during nights, when we would judge the flight's existence by it's colourful lights. And here I was, sitting in the same plane I always saw from my apartment.
Yes, the kid in me came to life again. The excitement, the joy, the realisation. The smile and the grin on my face could only be justified by me. And I didn't care what other people thought about my excitement or happiness. The experience mattered to me a lot.
And all through the flight, I couldn't help but remember the lines, "I'm flying without wings...."
My sister was as excited to know this as I was! She told me quite a few things that I should keep in mind before, during and after the flight. I did not want to know how it feels when the flight takes off, or lands. Since, I already had heard about nausea and such stuff!!
Putting my foot down at the airport, and knowing that I have to board a flight, felt so good. I was like a kid, smiling and excited all through. That great feeling of being waved at by my sister when I was getting in, was unmatchable. Even getting through the formalities in a rush, since we were late for our flight, kept me smiling. The morning fog welcomed us, when we were being taken towards the airbus. Felt fresh after a long time, and that too on an airport!!
Luckily, I got the window seat. What else could I ask for! When the flight took off, it felt like a roller coaster ride!! And snap! I was flying almost instantly! It was like a dream come true for me! In a few minutes we were between the clouds! It was as if the clouds accumulated to form a new land....
I kept looking out of the window throughout the flight. So much so that I sprained my neck!! :) We were flying over Kolhapur when I looked down at the mountain ranges. They looked exactly the way I've seen in books. Beautiful. Geography lessons would be much better and interesting this way, I thought to myself.
The experience somehow reminded of my childhood. We could see the Nagpur airport from the terrace of our apartment. So clearly so that the runway, the signal, everything was visible. Everytime a plane would roar by, we would rush to the terrace to see it wandering in the sky for a while, and then land. The take offs were more interesting as the plane would turn a few times on the runway and zoom! It was in the sky! That was a regular schedule, running to the terrace for that view. Especially during nights, when we would judge the flight's existence by it's colourful lights. And here I was, sitting in the same plane I always saw from my apartment.
Yes, the kid in me came to life again. The excitement, the joy, the realisation. The smile and the grin on my face could only be justified by me. And I didn't care what other people thought about my excitement or happiness. The experience mattered to me a lot.
And all through the flight, I couldn't help but remember the lines, "I'm flying without wings...."
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Lessons learnt in silence....
(This was written by me around a year ago or more than that....)
My dad used to say, "The second child among the three always gets stuck!" He was the second among three brothers. Not that I believed him, but even I encountered his point in very few aspects of my life. My grandma was telling us that day, that my dad used to write with his left hand, but he was scolded & sometimes even beaten till he got into the habit of writing with his right hand. Probably he didn't like it, who knows! But he never expressed his feelings about that, as he always suppressed his feelings later in life too. He hardly told what he felt, especially when something he didn't like would happen. He was made to do what he didn't want to do.
I guess most of the kids (at least in India) are bound to do what they don't like to do, just because the parents want it (the scenario is changing now though). Dad never pressurised us in any of the matters. I loved my dad from the bottom of my heart. I appreciated whatever he did. I always saw him smiling & in a positive role, & I know that is how he was. I don't remember a single time when he was negative in any way. Not even when he was going through the pains & sufferings later..... As my uncle said & I agreed,"He fought like a tiger." In those years of his treatment too, he always smiled his evergreen smile...
I liked the man he was - a perfect son, brother, husband, father, friend. To him, friends mattered a lot, like they matter to me & my sister. He had maintained all kinds of relationships really well, & in a way - charmingly.
My family recalls how he used to hang out with friends. Their 'adda' was Coffee House. All of his friends & him used to meet & get into discussions. It was like a ritual for him. Their group was called DONKEY which had a full form too, but I don't remember it. Me & Di are like him in this matter too, except that our groups don't have names! Just give us a cup of coffee & friends! On we go chatting about all sorts of things. I like the fact that we are similar to him in some ways. Recently I started visiting Coffee House too, quiet frequently.
He was a good author in terms of whatever he wrote. His writings reflected the creativity inside him. He used to write introductory paras for Di's debates & speeches. And she won most of them. I somehow think that his contribution was a major factor for her winning. After all, the intro matters a lot in a speech. I too won a few prizes because of him. After his death, Di caught his style of writing the introduction of her debates & speeches, & her skills of public speaking added feathers to her cap. Dad must be so proud of her....
He always used to make both of us feel that he's proud of us....though he never said it....we knew. As my family tells me, he wanted only girls when mom was pregnant. He was proud since the day he became the father of two girls. When both of us were born, he distributed sweets to most of the staff in the hospital!! He had decided that his first girl will be named Anupama (after the movie by that name). It just amazes me how confident he was that his first child (& later the second) will be a daughter!!
He brought us up making us feel that we are the apple of his eyes. Infact, he always said,"Anu is my right eye & Niru is my left eye." When he told me that, as a child I would be immensely happy, & I still am. I still feel the excitement of those words & I'll cherish them all through. At his funeral, I didn't cry much....till Di came & reminded me of these same words....I was unstoppable after that.
His death made me feel less powerful. May be because I lost his support, his faith, his confidence. Whenever I am down or feel undecisive, I miss him the most. Because I know, that he would've smiled at me & my decisions. He would've believed in me. It would've been much better if he was around....I miss him...
I used to hear my friends say (& still do), that my father scolded me or beat me....And I would say to myself,"Dad never scolded me, forget beating!!" Infact when mom used to scold us or raise hands on us to beat, few times he would tell her to stop! That's how he was. I specifically remember one time when Peddamma came & asked dad to scold me because I was teasing her or something....He just said "Niru" in a slightly raised voice than ususal, & that's it!! I teased Peddamma all day saying that I told you he wouldn't do that.
He used to give Di & me different pet names, which changed periodically, sometimes based on current affairs! Like Akdu - Pakdu from Jungle Book, Budapest - Bucharest, Trinchomali - Battikalova, etc. Di was more than happy when she visited her Pet name City recently (Budapest). I am waiting for my turn....
Dad taught us everything about life in his own ways. He gave us freedom at the right time, & restricted us when he felt like (which was hardly ever). We learnt our freedom & limits quite well, & later he didn't have to tell us!!
He was a very calm man. Less talkative. But still silently eloquent. I could see the charm in those eyes, the love for his family, for life....
He took things in life as they came, but with that unmatchable, evergreen smile.
I learnt that from him.
My dad used to say, "The second child among the three always gets stuck!" He was the second among three brothers. Not that I believed him, but even I encountered his point in very few aspects of my life. My grandma was telling us that day, that my dad used to write with his left hand, but he was scolded & sometimes even beaten till he got into the habit of writing with his right hand. Probably he didn't like it, who knows! But he never expressed his feelings about that, as he always suppressed his feelings later in life too. He hardly told what he felt, especially when something he didn't like would happen. He was made to do what he didn't want to do.
I guess most of the kids (at least in India) are bound to do what they don't like to do, just because the parents want it (the scenario is changing now though). Dad never pressurised us in any of the matters. I loved my dad from the bottom of my heart. I appreciated whatever he did. I always saw him smiling & in a positive role, & I know that is how he was. I don't remember a single time when he was negative in any way. Not even when he was going through the pains & sufferings later..... As my uncle said & I agreed,"He fought like a tiger." In those years of his treatment too, he always smiled his evergreen smile...
I liked the man he was - a perfect son, brother, husband, father, friend. To him, friends mattered a lot, like they matter to me & my sister. He had maintained all kinds of relationships really well, & in a way - charmingly.
My family recalls how he used to hang out with friends. Their 'adda' was Coffee House. All of his friends & him used to meet & get into discussions. It was like a ritual for him. Their group was called DONKEY which had a full form too, but I don't remember it. Me & Di are like him in this matter too, except that our groups don't have names! Just give us a cup of coffee & friends! On we go chatting about all sorts of things. I like the fact that we are similar to him in some ways. Recently I started visiting Coffee House too, quiet frequently.
He was a good author in terms of whatever he wrote. His writings reflected the creativity inside him. He used to write introductory paras for Di's debates & speeches. And she won most of them. I somehow think that his contribution was a major factor for her winning. After all, the intro matters a lot in a speech. I too won a few prizes because of him. After his death, Di caught his style of writing the introduction of her debates & speeches, & her skills of public speaking added feathers to her cap. Dad must be so proud of her....
He always used to make both of us feel that he's proud of us....though he never said it....we knew. As my family tells me, he wanted only girls when mom was pregnant. He was proud since the day he became the father of two girls. When both of us were born, he distributed sweets to most of the staff in the hospital!! He had decided that his first girl will be named Anupama (after the movie by that name). It just amazes me how confident he was that his first child (& later the second) will be a daughter!!
He brought us up making us feel that we are the apple of his eyes. Infact, he always said,"Anu is my right eye & Niru is my left eye." When he told me that, as a child I would be immensely happy, & I still am. I still feel the excitement of those words & I'll cherish them all through. At his funeral, I didn't cry much....till Di came & reminded me of these same words....I was unstoppable after that.
His death made me feel less powerful. May be because I lost his support, his faith, his confidence. Whenever I am down or feel undecisive, I miss him the most. Because I know, that he would've smiled at me & my decisions. He would've believed in me. It would've been much better if he was around....I miss him...
I used to hear my friends say (& still do), that my father scolded me or beat me....And I would say to myself,"Dad never scolded me, forget beating!!" Infact when mom used to scold us or raise hands on us to beat, few times he would tell her to stop! That's how he was. I specifically remember one time when Peddamma came & asked dad to scold me because I was teasing her or something....He just said "Niru" in a slightly raised voice than ususal, & that's it!! I teased Peddamma all day saying that I told you he wouldn't do that.
He used to give Di & me different pet names, which changed periodically, sometimes based on current affairs! Like Akdu - Pakdu from Jungle Book, Budapest - Bucharest, Trinchomali - Battikalova, etc. Di was more than happy when she visited her Pet name City recently (Budapest). I am waiting for my turn....
Dad taught us everything about life in his own ways. He gave us freedom at the right time, & restricted us when he felt like (which was hardly ever). We learnt our freedom & limits quite well, & later he didn't have to tell us!!
He was a very calm man. Less talkative. But still silently eloquent. I could see the charm in those eyes, the love for his family, for life....
He took things in life as they came, but with that unmatchable, evergreen smile.
I learnt that from him.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Happiness follows....
Yes. I believe that happiness follows, but when?
When you get out of bed (though a bit cranky to get out of it!!) deciding that your day is going to be good, if not great......
When you wear a smile in the morning, which stays all through the day....smiling at your friends, colleagues.....and you mean to smile that smile!
When you begin your day by reading a book in the bus and feel happy that you are making good use of some of your free time....
When you believe that everything around you, may it be the lovely Bangalore weather and the green surroundings around your office, are speaking to you in some way of something......
When you find opportunities to help somebody in the smallest possible way, like cheering up a colleague, or helping a complete stranger for that matter....
When you lend a listening ear to a cribbing friend and help her by giving your opinion, and even if your opinion is what she does not agree with, you know that she got her answer that way!
When you wait for lunch time in office to talk about anything and everything with your colleagues and have a good time in the form of a break.....
When a colleague asks you to play music out loud in the office since you used to play it till a month ago....and you end up getting the name 'Office DJ'!!
When your hooked on the phone after office, talking to a sweet friend and identify with that friend a whole lot, enjoying each part of that conversation....
When you are waiting at the bus stop after office, hoping that you will get a seat...and even if you do not get a seat, you learn small things everyday on that bus ride, and forget that you had to stand all the way....
When you are tired while walking towards home, but you know that you are going to have fun after getting home by just chatting with your sister - cum - friend.....
When you are making a dish after a long time and are super kicked at just the thought of it being ready....not caring how it'll turn out to be.... [ ;-) ]
When your colleagues know and remember your favourite desserts.....and bring it for you without even asking......
When the tea in your office turns out to be better than yesterday.....
When you look at that cute mug of yours which brings a smile to your face and reminds you that there still is a kid in you, and you hope that the kid stays....
When you look at the pen stand at your desk that your college friend gifted you when she was moving back to her city after graduation, and are reminded of those amazing college days.....
When you realise that you've made friends, might be a few, quite fast in a totally new city....that you can trust them....and most importantly that they trust you.....
When you are really low and your friends tell you that they don't like to see you that way and they try to cheer you up.....
When a negative thought strikes you but you wipe out that thought by thinking, looking for something positive.....
When you look at flowers everyday and wish that someday, someone will give you those, and that thought brings a smile on your face.....
When untimely rain strikes the city (possible in Bangalore ;-) ) and sometimes you want to get wet, even though you have an umbrella.....enjoying each of that raindrop on your face....
When you believe that life is an everyday gift, though the gifts might be small - the gesture matters....
Happiness follows, if you find small joys in everyday life.....
When you get out of bed (though a bit cranky to get out of it!!) deciding that your day is going to be good, if not great......
When you wear a smile in the morning, which stays all through the day....smiling at your friends, colleagues.....and you mean to smile that smile!
When you begin your day by reading a book in the bus and feel happy that you are making good use of some of your free time....
When you believe that everything around you, may it be the lovely Bangalore weather and the green surroundings around your office, are speaking to you in some way of something......
When you find opportunities to help somebody in the smallest possible way, like cheering up a colleague, or helping a complete stranger for that matter....
When you lend a listening ear to a cribbing friend and help her by giving your opinion, and even if your opinion is what she does not agree with, you know that she got her answer that way!
When you wait for lunch time in office to talk about anything and everything with your colleagues and have a good time in the form of a break.....
When a colleague asks you to play music out loud in the office since you used to play it till a month ago....and you end up getting the name 'Office DJ'!!
When your hooked on the phone after office, talking to a sweet friend and identify with that friend a whole lot, enjoying each part of that conversation....
When you are waiting at the bus stop after office, hoping that you will get a seat...and even if you do not get a seat, you learn small things everyday on that bus ride, and forget that you had to stand all the way....
When you are tired while walking towards home, but you know that you are going to have fun after getting home by just chatting with your sister - cum - friend.....
When you are making a dish after a long time and are super kicked at just the thought of it being ready....not caring how it'll turn out to be.... [ ;-) ]
When your colleagues know and remember your favourite desserts.....and bring it for you without even asking......
When the tea in your office turns out to be better than yesterday.....
When you look at that cute mug of yours which brings a smile to your face and reminds you that there still is a kid in you, and you hope that the kid stays....
When you look at the pen stand at your desk that your college friend gifted you when she was moving back to her city after graduation, and are reminded of those amazing college days.....
When you realise that you've made friends, might be a few, quite fast in a totally new city....that you can trust them....and most importantly that they trust you.....
When you are really low and your friends tell you that they don't like to see you that way and they try to cheer you up.....
When a negative thought strikes you but you wipe out that thought by thinking, looking for something positive.....
When you look at flowers everyday and wish that someday, someone will give you those, and that thought brings a smile on your face.....
When untimely rain strikes the city (possible in Bangalore ;-) ) and sometimes you want to get wet, even though you have an umbrella.....enjoying each of that raindrop on your face....
When you believe that life is an everyday gift, though the gifts might be small - the gesture matters....
Happiness follows, if you find small joys in everyday life.....
Saturday, August 29, 2009
A Bus Ride.....
I am one of those who hates, just hates, to travel in buses daily. It's alright when I am travelling out of town. But, no. Not on a daily basis. I came to Bangalore about four months back, thinking that it's probably another vacation.....or not! I had no idea if I was going to stay here or go back to my hometown. But, I was enjoying my time here since I like this city.
After a month or so I came to know about a job through my sister. And it sounded lucrative......also (just) because of the name. This was going to be my first interview ever, and if I got the job - my first job ever, and quite a few 'firsts'!
Eventually, I did get the job and confidently faced all the 'firsts'. My office is really far from my place. I travelled in an auto for two days which cost me a bomb!! And then I had to figure out how to commute to office in the cheapest way possible. And then came the time when there was no other way but to travel in buses. The city runs on buses! I was happy that the city has daily Volvo buses so that I could travel with comfort. The thing I (and I guess anybody) hate most about buses is that they are dirty! To the core!! And that was the reason I was happy that Volvo buses will be much better. But my happiness was short-lived since there were (and are) no direct Volvo buses to my office.
After all the hunt for buses - direct or not - I finally got used to them, still being a bit hesitant. Being a positive person, I had to find out something good, something that keeps me going to the buses!! Ofcourse I have my book with me to read in the bus....the best way to kill time (45 mins. to 90 mins.!!!). But that's only in the morning. When I am coming home in the evening, I am unable to take out my book. I tend to keep looking out of the window......watching and passing the world go by in such speed and desperation as if every given day everybody has a train to catch!! So desperate that they keep honking horns till the traffic is cleared (thinking that it got cleared because of their honking). Sometimes the horns get on my nerves and I feel like yelling at the person, who is indicating that his vehicle HAS a horn!
Anyways, the point being killing time in the bus.... I come across so many kinds of people..... And it is kind of fun! It's interesting to see what they do to kill their time. Some just chat, those who are alone tend to talk over the phone (better way to get back to your near and dear ones). The amazing part being that some talk over the phone while standing!! How do you do that! And it's funny to see them swing alongwith the bus..... Some read a book, or a paper......some just look out of the window....wondering how the city grew like this.....
I am happy to know that humanity still exists in this world.....yes I observed it in the bus. When I just started to take the buses, I saw a sign in a bus that said "Give preference to Elders and Ladies". And I never saw that sign again! In any bus I took after that! Given the fact that there is a separate section for ladies and gents in the buses......many a times I come across people offering their own seats to elderly people.....and the elderly being kind enough to give a smile.....that's all one needs to feel good all through the day.... I came across such times too, but when I would get ready to offer a seat, that person would get a seat by someone else! And I would be happy that atleast someone did that....
Very few days I am cranky or just feel low.....and the crowd in the buses just adds to it! At the end of the day.....I am a witness to such incidents.....and I smile thinking there are so many reasons to smile.....as trivial as these......and now my rides have become something very interesting, funny and charming (yes, in their own way).......
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Interesting Conversations...
It's another weekend......another Saturday.....which started off quite the usual way. Getting up late (for brunch), by the time I settle down it's already lunchtime. Me and my sister chat all day long and watch some Scrubs or Friends (that is if we don't have any plans on a Saturday ;-) ). But I do look forward to Saturday nights, not for parties but for conversations (chat might be the right word since it's a chat).
Last month I was chatting with my schoolmate. We never met regularly after school was over and when we joined college. We (atleast I) probably had some notions about each other. We had no idea what was going on in the other person's life. We just knew that the other person was somewhere. I do not even remember how we started to chat! I just remember that we added each other on Orkut and then on Facebook.
When I started to chat with him, we always came up with topics that would last all night and link to other stuff. We have common interests which makes the chat last longer and makes it memorable too. We talk about books, hobbies, travelling and what not! It's now become a ritual that we follow on Saturday nights and sometimes even on Fridays.
I realised that I haven't had a nice chat or a conversation with somebody in a long time, especially a friend. I was and am glad that I am having such conversations with a friend and I am learning a few things and areas I need to work on.
Although we are not in front of each other, personally, I feel I am meeting a friend every Saturday..... Just the way I want the meetings to be.....
Now Saturdays have a new meaning to it - Interesting Conversations......
Last month I was chatting with my schoolmate. We never met regularly after school was over and when we joined college. We (atleast I) probably had some notions about each other. We had no idea what was going on in the other person's life. We just knew that the other person was somewhere. I do not even remember how we started to chat! I just remember that we added each other on Orkut and then on Facebook.
When I started to chat with him, we always came up with topics that would last all night and link to other stuff. We have common interests which makes the chat last longer and makes it memorable too. We talk about books, hobbies, travelling and what not! It's now become a ritual that we follow on Saturday nights and sometimes even on Fridays.
I realised that I haven't had a nice chat or a conversation with somebody in a long time, especially a friend. I was and am glad that I am having such conversations with a friend and I am learning a few things and areas I need to work on.
Although we are not in front of each other, personally, I feel I am meeting a friend every Saturday..... Just the way I want the meetings to be.....
Now Saturdays have a new meaning to it - Interesting Conversations......
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
First Pay...
Yesterday was like any other normal day. A monday morning (with no blues). Feeling sleepy as usual and just wishing for an extended weekend. But all the wishes were kept aside when I saw the clock ticking away....and I had to get out of bed with the highest priority for the moment being catching that bus....
I rush to the office and start doing my serial for the day. Somehow just praying that I get to see the very first salary of my life (since I had got a message on friday mentioning about my salary)! With my headphones on at work, I can hardly hear anybody moving around. The receptionist came to my desk and with a really sweet smile handed over my first ever pay cheque. Probably she knew how I felt while receiving it....after all everybody has their 'first pay day'! While opening the envelope I felt like I had the whole world in my hands - right there! I was surprised to see the amount mentioned on the cheque as it was more than I expected.
I changed my status on Gmail and Facebook immediately and pinged my sister informing her about the breaking news of my life and ofcourse mentioning the amount. I messaged my brother too. Both my sister and brother were more than happy to see me overjoyed. My colleagues congratulated me too (looking at my Gmail status). And one of them described the moment just perfectly. She said "You might be feeling like a millionaire today!!" And I agreed.
So my whole world knew that I had my first pay. I had this smile on my face which would not wear off. I just wanted to stay in the moment - forever! I felt independent. I knew what money meant, in that moment right there. I did not know if I was going to save some of it or none! But I just knew that it meant a lot to me. I knew what it felt when you have the money you have earned by yourself.
I was now a part of the world where people would utter the word 'salary' every month on a specific date. The curiosity, the excitement, the joy - I came to experience them all again, but in definitely a different way this time....
I rush to the office and start doing my serial for the day. Somehow just praying that I get to see the very first salary of my life (since I had got a message on friday mentioning about my salary)! With my headphones on at work, I can hardly hear anybody moving around. The receptionist came to my desk and with a really sweet smile handed over my first ever pay cheque. Probably she knew how I felt while receiving it....after all everybody has their 'first pay day'! While opening the envelope I felt like I had the whole world in my hands - right there! I was surprised to see the amount mentioned on the cheque as it was more than I expected.
I changed my status on Gmail and Facebook immediately and pinged my sister informing her about the breaking news of my life and ofcourse mentioning the amount. I messaged my brother too. Both my sister and brother were more than happy to see me overjoyed. My colleagues congratulated me too (looking at my Gmail status). And one of them described the moment just perfectly. She said "You might be feeling like a millionaire today!!" And I agreed.
So my whole world knew that I had my first pay. I had this smile on my face which would not wear off. I just wanted to stay in the moment - forever! I felt independent. I knew what money meant, in that moment right there. I did not know if I was going to save some of it or none! But I just knew that it meant a lot to me. I knew what it felt when you have the money you have earned by yourself.
I was now a part of the world where people would utter the word 'salary' every month on a specific date. The curiosity, the excitement, the joy - I came to experience them all again, but in definitely a different way this time....
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