Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Inspire

“We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give.”
Words of Winston Churchill. They summarize my enriching experience on 23rd November, 2012. Thanks to Deloitte’s CSR initiative - Impact Day.

Within months after I joined Deloitte, I had heard much animated talks about our annual “Impact Day” – stories of the ones gone by and plans for the upcoming one. The excitement was infectious. I just couldn’t wait to experience it myself. Finally in November, my inbox flashed the official e-mail inviting us to be a part of something as big as this. Ideas were sought from all of us. This was our chance to make a difference – in not just others’ but also our own lives. When the projects were shortlisted, they were all so good; I couldn’t decide which one to register for. I chose “Inspire”. Why? Truth be told, because I like painting walls. I don’t really like children so I think it was solely for the chance to paint an entire balwadi (children’s home).

We had pre-project meetings just like we have pre-engagement briefings at work. Our team brainstormed on how we would spend the day with the kids and in what way could we leave a lasting impact on their imaginative minds. Finally it was decided that we would conduct three workshops – glass painting, paper quilling and paper-bag making. Responsibilities were allocated; our Deloitte t-shirts were handed out. I was already feeling pumped up. Needless to say, all the logistics went smoothly.

Where did we go to on that bright morning? Ramakrishna Sarada Samiti, Sion. RKS started by providing free medical service to the poor slum dwellers of the area in 1968. At that time, they had neither funds nor land. 1974 saw the construction of its present building, which now provides free health care for all, vocational training to women, basic education and other activities such as dance, art and music classes to children up to the age of thirteen. We met Mr. Raghu Pilaka, a chartered accountant by profession, who whole-heartedly devotes his time to the NGO. His wife, Mrs. Vidya - a wonderful lady and an architect by profession - too, shares his ideals. They both welcomed us warmly, thanking us (Deloitte) for our generous contribution while I shyly smiled, unable to say anything. 





As soon as we entered Little Lamps, the balwadi, I was reminded of my own pre-school; and how much I loved it. It was no different for those children over there. They much prefer spending their entire day at RKS rather than at their homes. We had walked in in the middle of a drawing class. The young lad teaching the kids is also from the same slum area, a very talented artist, and is aspiring to get admission at JJ College of Arts. Looking at his painting that adorned a wall of the dispensary, I think he is deserving of that opportunity. RKS is making sure he does.

We started almost immediately after a quick breakfast of idli-chutney. Most of the men took up the task of painting the periphery. Those of us who were more creatively-inclined chose to paint rainbows, birds, butterflies, trees, geometric shapes (and all things bright and beautiful) on the walls inside. The JJ-aspirant helped us a lot. After three hours of paint-splashing, frenzied picture-clicking and exhausting running-around, we took a break for lunch. The children were astonishingly well-mannered and comfortably jovial with us. Once well-fed, our energy levels doubled up (and yet, didn’t match those of the power-packed kids). We made a huge wall-poster with all the drawings that they made in class. Here’s what it looked like:




The fun had only just begun. We sat together for a quick round of introductions, to break the ice and open up before we commenced the workshops. And guess what? I learned the bharatnatyam namaskara, thanks to this beautiful eleven-year old girl, who also gave me a wonderful “thankyou” card at the end of the day (I did NOT cry. Shut up!). From budding choreographers to potential artists, the energy of the troop overwhelmed me. The workshops were a huge hit with them. Their innocent smiles and infectious giggles made it difficult for me not to like them. Much to my own surprise (and shock), I had befriended most of them by the end of the day. But no, I did not get even slightly emotional when one of them asked, “Didi, when will you come back?” True to its title, this project inspired me to be as selfless as Mr. and Mrs. Pilaka; and as happy, imaginative and energetic as all those "little lamps".

I am going to make some furniture out of waste paper this Sunday with them. After all, I did promise the little girl that I would return soon.


More pictures here.

Blessed with small joys,
Wannabe Wayfarer.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

September ends..

As one of my two regular followers pointed out recently, I haven't updated this blog for over a month now. Because I have been pre-occupied. A lot has happened in Septemeber 2012. My first tax audit and first real relationship for instance. But those are topics I am not keen to blog about. So instead, I shall share something I wrote to please an upcoming youth-centric website (and it got rejected).


Quote: Vox populi, vox Dei
Origin: Greek, 14th century
Translation: “The voice of the people is the voice of God”

Interpretation: Statistically, India is the largest democracy. Sure, secular, multi-cultural and multi-lingual are all very impressive attributes. But the question is, are we really free? If we were a free country, doodlers making wolves instead of lions wouldn’t be arrested on charges of sedition. Tolerance is a virtue secular India must learn. Another disturbing question is, why must the people resort to dramatic strikes and protests to make themselves heard? The esteemed “kursi” is of the people, for the people and by the people, remember?

PS: I also have a strong reverse opinion on the same Greek quote. But let’s keep that for a better (or worse) day.

Further upsetting quotes:
  • “All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.” - George Orwell, Animal Farm (which, FYI, is a hilariously depressing book).
  • “Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves.” - Abraham Lincoln
Lunch-time at office.
Forever hungry,
Wannabe Wayfarer.

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

A Lucky Evening

Before 19th August, 2012, I did not believe in the authenticity of contests and lucky-draws. I thought they were all orchestrated and unfair. However, I now have a new zest for checking out free goodies and participating in random competitions. After all, winning a Nokia Lumia is a life-changing event! What started off as an awkward evening with complete strangers eventually turned out to be a very appetizing night! Not only did I make several new friends, I think I gained a pound or two. Plus, they do say, that the camera adds ten pounds. So, if you happen to see them, excuse the pictures, please.

Where was I that day, you ask? (In case I haven’t already shouted it out in your ears) I was a privileged attendee at the NokiaAppTasting IndiBlogger meet. How? Well, simple; I begged the IndiBlogger people to let me register despite a very dull and uneventful blog. A big thanks to them, once again.

The friends who accompanied me were very excited about meeting Vikas Khanna, the host for the evening. I don't watch MasterChef. Although, having read a few of Rajiv Makhni’s witty articles in the Hindustan Times, I was quite interested in meeting that man. As the evening progressed, true to my teenage-girl syndrome, I fell in love with both of them. I mean, how couldn’t I? They’re humble, cute, funny and very very Punjabi! I have laughed my lungs out at their hilarious description of the Simran-incident.

As is tradition at all IndiBlogger meets (so I am told since this was my first), the evening commenced with a 30 second introduction of almost all bloggers present. Even before that happened, I was in awe of the crowd around me. There were bloggers of all ages and, as Poonam Kaul, Director-Communications, Nokia India said herself, “I am not a feminist but I am proud to see the large number of female bloggers.” All of twelve years, the youngest blogger at the meet - Harini Rao came up on stage and candidly admitted having come to the event only for the free food. Well, lucky kids. They can say anything and get away with it as “cute”. In contrast, also present there were bloggers who had grandchildren as old as Vikas and Rajiv and they charmed their way into my heart with their “silly poetry” and “lack of tech-knowledge”.

 With a never-ending spread of starters and wine to keep us satisfied, Nokia smoothly drilled home the message that they’re very much in the niche market and have no intentions of backing down. I am smitten with the Nokia Pureview and the myriad of wonderful applications it boasts of, not to mention a 41MP camera with Carl Zeiss lens! Oh, but my new Lumia! Yes, I’m getting there. There was a food & technology quiz that I literally forced my way into. Thanks to my very competent partner-in-crime, Kalindi Manek, we managed to win by a fair margin of twenty or so points! I must say here, that both the hosts are extremely knowledgeable in their respective fields. Did you know that the most famous Indian dish everywhere in the world except India is Chicken Tikka Masala? Or that Nokia N90 is actually the first phone with a built-in Carl Zeiss digital camera?

IndiBlogger turned five that night. The event was brought to a close with a delicious cake-cutting, emotional birthday-card moments, a buffet and (in my case,) countless servings of chocolate mousse. I look forward to more of such enriching and scrumptious evenings with IndiBlogger.

Indian by birth, Blogger by choice,
Wannabe Wayfarer.


Other Perks:
I wore my IndiBlogger t-shirt at a college festival the other day and without me saying a word, the security gave me an unrestricted entry, cutting the unimaginably long queue because they thought I’m a sponsor! Tacit consent? Whatever.

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Why the bad guy is good for you

Last Saturday -as is my weekend routine - was spent watching movies. I half-heartedly went to watch Rowdy Rathore with someone I hadn’t met for five years and, quite unexpectedly, it turned out to be a ridiculously hilarious evening. What I learned: never say never.
I got home with the intention of pulling an all-nighter. Having heard so much praise about it, when I finally got the download from a colleague, I couldn’t wait even a day more to watch Bridget Jones’ Diary. Also, the colleague has given me a covetable collection of rom-coms to last a good whole month. God bless her.
I started the movie with a lot of expectations from it; and it didn’t disappoint. You just can’t get enough of her and so I stayed up till six a.m. to finish the second part too. I cannot say I like Bridget as much as I like Rebecca (from the second movie). Rebecca is sexy, tall and a super smart lawyer. Mark didn’t hook up with Rebecca not because he loved Bridget but because Rebecca did. If she was straight, you’d have known that Mark Darcy is no saint. Am I the only one who thinks that Mark Darcy is too perfect to be real? Okay, I LOVE how he loves Bridget (especially his “high regard” for her “wobbly bits”) but in this world, there is no Mark Darcy.
We’re more likely to be floored by a Daniel Cleaver first. I think every girl has a Daniel Cleaver in her life; someone who is so charming that he sweeps you off your feet, so sexy that your knees turn to jelly and so shameless that you hate his guts. But in a way, as much as you hate to admit it, Cleaver was good for you. Where Mark is happy with “just as you are”, Cleaver gnaws at your brain, breaks your heart and you strive to improve your life simply as a way to get back at him. Notice how she got fitter and found a better job after dumping him? It’s like a whole new improved life; the sweet smell of vengeance. She needed Daniel Cleaver: to realize the worth of Mark Darcy. And to realize her own worth too.
We become who we are not only by the choices we make but also by the choices circumstances make for us. If that ladyboy hadn’t interrupted them in Thailand, then Bridget would have most definitely slept with Cleaver and her life would have turned out to be very, very different. I am glad they were interrupted.
Because Mark literally traversed the ends of the world to rescue her J
Forever believing in miracles and a sucker for happy endings,
Signing off,
Wannabe Wayfarer.

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Before I die.. (under construction)

 

Skydiving in Spain

I always wanted to try a free fall from a really high ground. A cliff, or a tall building. Then I saw Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. Thenceforth, skydiving is the most certain thing on my list. Being dropped from an airplane, 15000 ft. above ground, with nothing but a parachute! Just floating in the air, almost as if flying!
 

Visit Hogwarts, Hogsmeade & Diagon Alley

Because I wish I studied in Hogwarts. And spent my weekends in Hogsmeade. And that I could go to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, get my wand from Olivander, buy Bertie Bott’s every flavored beans, chocolate frogs, and sit at The Three Broomsticks with a butterbeer to finish my Charms or Potions essay with a self-correct quill.


See the midnight sun in Norway


Midnight sun, literally, is a midnight sun seen during summers near the Arctic Circle, where the sun doesn’t set all day.
And, Norway, I’ve heard, is the most beautiful place to be =)

Record a song in my voice

Not saying I have a singer’s voice. But, I like to sing and I like being complimented about my voice. I want to hear my singing voice, to know if it is actually worth listening to. I don’t know what I’ll do with it, but I would like to record one song, professionally.



Learn a dance form


Okay, I cannot dance. I look stupid when I attempt. I can’t learn because, well, I’m embarrassed that I’ll look even stupider trying. But, in secret, I want to learn how to dance. I envy graceful dancers. So, anyone taking private lessons please let me know.


Live in a boathouse

This is more of a honeymoon wishlist item, of course. Waking up in a boat. Sigh.


Well, that's all the things I could think of right now. I shall keep adding to it. Any suggestions? 
- Wannabe Wayfarer.