Happy Frog: A Fairy Tale

Article type: Writing exercise, Short Story, Fairy Tale
Average reading time: 8 to 10 minutes

The idea for this post started with a quotation I tried to write down and then that quotation turned into more ideas in my mind and then I decided I should type it down and see what comes out of those vague ideas in the brain.

As the title says, this post is a fairy tale about a frog. You will have to believe that frogs can talk, dance, and sing too.

I tried consciously not to sound self-help-ish, but excuse me when I showoff some Guru Gyan here and there. Easy to preach, but difficult to follow. Please read it and I would love to hear your feedback and comments. Please share your thoughts using the comments form.

Like every other childhood fairy-tale we have heard, this story too, starts with the most used starting words: ‘Once upon a time, there was a…..’


Happy Frog – A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, there was a frog in a well. Where the well was located didn’t really matter to the frog, because, for the frog that well was the world. It had no idea that there is a world beyond the well. But then the frog was happy; oblivious of the external world.

Can we say that this frog is a fool who never really tried to come out of the well to see the beautiful world outside? Why would it try when it had no clue that there was something beyond that well? There was water all the time in the well. May be, if the well dried up, then there was a chance that it might try to climb up and see if it can find water elsewhere. There was no water scarcity and there was no food scarcity too. It lived happily; until that day when it was forced to come out of the well.

This frog was born and brought up in the very same well where generations of its ancestors lived and died; happily.

It had many friends to play with when it was a child. It played many games with other frog-kids in the neighborhood. When it was hungry, it returned to the home and the mother-frog always had something for her kids to eat.

But there came a time when it was no more a kid. It entered the adolescence and eventually fell in love and married another frog. As we know things happened between them and then they became parents of five beautiful frogs. I know what you are thinking about. How can frogs be beautiful? Beauty is relative. Beauty is beauty because we see something else as ugly.

Coming back to our frog, it was quite happy in the well. Now the sole purpose was to make sure its kids were happy and its partner was happy. It used to roam around the well and almost knew everyone else there. There were snakes too. But where else it could go? Die naturally or die in a snake’s stomach. That’s what happened to every frog in that well. Either naturally or as a snake’s supper, they died in that well for sure.

But the frog was happy.

There was nothing to worry about. There was everything that is needed for a frog to be born, live, and die; happily. Food, freedom, and pleasure, and a place of their own.

And one day this happened which changed its life forever. It was happily sleeping in the well when a huge flood from the neighboring river swept across all the fields and then filled the well with flood water. The flood was so huge that many houses were swept away. This well was no exception and the flood water filled it in almost no time.

For the first time in the frog’s life, it came out of the well. Till the flood receded in a couple of days, it clung to a tree and saved its life. Survival is the primitive instinct and every animal has mastered that art through the millions of years of evolution.

When the flood receded, it jumped down from the tree and tried to catch something to eat as it hadn’t eaten for many days. But then, it suddenly realized it had lost its family. It went on searching endlessly for many days and then in the process, it made new friends and forgot its old family. Now it has a new family, but then it isn’t a happy family as it was in that old well.

It realized things are not so easy outside the well. There are even bigger dangers than snakes. It saw some of its friends bodies on the roads trashed by motor vehicles. But then it had to live.

There was no easy food in the city with concrete roads and underground drainage systems.

One day this frog meets another frog while searching for food. The another frog was very happy and looked to enjoy life without any concern for finding food. It asks that another frog to know where that frog was finding food. Then that another frog tells the secret and asks not to share it with others.

The secret was that the another frog was doing a job in a nearby laboratory. The owner promised the frog with very good food and in return it had to do few favors to the scientists. They were trying to understand the functionality of the brain and they wanted to train frogs to do certain things.

Our frog was so excited at hearing this and told the other frog that it likes to join the job. Then with the help of this new friend, it finds the job.

At first, the job seemed to be so easy. It had to reach the lab in the morning and do whatever the scientists try to tell the frog. It was so excited and liked the varieties of food it was served with. Now that the difficulties of finding food were taken care of, it was enjoying the life very well.

It started to think that life is so beautiful outside the well. It thought that all the frogs in the well are fools and never try to come out of the well. It regretted why it had never tried to come out of the well before to enjoy the world beyond the well. If only it had tried, it could  have been eating good food.

It liked the job and it liked the food. But for not for a very long time, though. There were few things which it did not like to do. But the scientists were forcing the frog to do. And the laboratory food which was so tasty few months ago, no more tastes as good as it tasted initially. The same food on everyday was also boring. Then many things added to the frustration and sometimes the other frogs were given better food because they were doing better at the job. And there were frog politics too. Few frogs were getting good food even thought they weren’t working as hard as our frog.

Then there came a time when it hated waking up in the morning and going to the laboratory. Going through many things it didn’t like, all in the name of earning food. But it had no other option. Now that its natural instincts to find food are no more working properly, it had no other option but to work to get food. No job, no food.

Except that the trouble of finding food was removed from its life, there was nothing to be happy about now. It was rarely happy and the routine was so boring. But there was no escape from life.

The longing to go back to the well started. But how could it find the well? Adding to that, all the hard work it did in the laboratory made it physically very weak and it was not even sure it could swim in the water now.

All that life in the old well seemed like a dream for the frog now.

But one day, it had decided that it will no more go to the lab and decided to try and find the well. After a very hard search, it found a well in a park. Not that same old well though. The moment it jumped in to the well, miraculously it started swimming and then it was really happy after a long time.

After it completely enjoyed the freedom of being in the well again, it realized it was hungry. It had to find food now. A habit which it forgot a long time ago and all its natural food finding instincts are almost forgotten by this time.

Any insect it tried to catch escaped its tongue. It soon had to realize that finding food is very difficult in the well as opposed to it was before. It depended on vegetation and learned to eat leaves and survive. But it sometimes wanted to eat those good tasting insects which it ate in the laboratory. But it cannot find them here as it has lost all the skills to hunt for the insects.

And it started to realize, after all, the life out side the well was good. There was really good food and it had to do a day job to earn it. But then it din’t like that life for a long time. It suffered a lot to get to back to this well only to realize life in the well was no more easy as it was before leaving the well for the first time.

It started to think about leaving the well again. Before it was forced to leave the well, it never knew anything beyond that well. Now that it saw life outside the well, it cannot stop thinking about leaving the well. After all, it cannot starve to death and also cannot eat leaves for the rest of its life.

Should I leave the well? Or should I stay in the well? It thought about it obsessively for days.

One fine day, it decided to leave the well and started climbing upwards in the well. It was very difficult as there was nothing on the walls of the well to clung to. It had to struggle a lot, but finally it jumped out of the well.


The proverb about the frog in the well is a very well known one in many languages. But should the frog really care about external world when it is happy in itself in the well? How does it matter whether it knows the outside world or not? These were the questions  which made me write this post.

I hope you liked it.

I am sure there could have been a better ending if I had given more time to think. But I thought ending has no significance in this story and I left it to the reader’s imagination.

Thank you for reading this and I will be happy to hear your feedback/comments.

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Whose mistake?

Article type: Writing exercise. Fiction. Short story.
Average Reading time: 8 to 10 minutes
Disclaimer: It’s not my story and for sure  none of my friends’ stories.  Pure nonsense from a crazy and lazy mind.

This is an attempt to see if I can still write something worthwhile. I haven’t been writing from a long time;  updating this blog seems to be a dream now. I am writing something after a very long time and I hope you don’t regret the time you spend reading this article. I will be more than happy to see your feedback and comments.


Whose mistake?

I am a mistake. Yes Sir, you read it correctly. I said, ‘I am a mistake.’  I hear what you are saying. People can make mistakes but how can one be a mistake itself? Not everyone Sir. There are people like me who are mistakes. Mistakes made by others. We have no way to find out who made those mistakes. But yes, we know we are pure mistakes.

Sometimes I wonder why am I here and I have tried to avoid those thoughts when I can. But life has its own ways to remind you of the things which bother you most. You want to forget them but life never lets you forget.

I am 27 now,  Sir. Perfect bachelor for any girl. Except I don’t have parents and I don’t know what my caste is. In India, everyone carries their caste on their shoulders. But yes, unconsciously. Slightest push and the caste monster comes into consciousness. You relate well to people from your caste. You vote for people from your caste. And of course you marry people only from your caste. But, I have no clue what my caste is; because I have no clue who are my parents. I have never seen them. But I am sure they must be somewhere if they are alive. And I am also sure that even if they are alive I can’t find them.

I am a by-product. By-product of two people’s lust. Wait, I am not sure about it because I have no clue about it. May be they were married, but they died and I was left to myself. But if it was lust and I was an accident, why did my mother decide not to stop it when she knew she was carrying me. Was she something else? All questions and assumptions, but no answers. In fact, I no more obsessively think about all these things as I used to a few years ago. I have no clue when or where she left me. I will never know it. I no more want to know it. Of course, I do long to see her sometimes. Whoever she was, where ever she is, I am thankful to her. It’s a weird feeling, so difficult to put into words. You are here, but not sure why. Not so easy. But I am thankful to her because she gave me this life.

Let me give you some background about my upbringing. I might look very rich now – thanks to the globalization and outsourcing –  but my childhood was deprived of many things in life which you took for granted. By the time I learned that children have parents, I also learned that I had no parents. How can I forget those school-day functions when everyone came with their parents? How can I forget the regular words from my friends saying their father bought this, their mother cooked that, their sister got married. How can I forget those days I spent in the hostel and longing to go to a house which wasn’t existing. How can I forget those holidays when most of my schoolmates went to their homes and I spent the entire summer in the hostel, alone except for the hostel warden. He was in his seventies I guess, I used to call him grandpa. It is a long story, Sir. I do not want to bother you with a typical Bollywood style story. I am sure you can  create the rest of the story now.

But yes, I learned to live and love myself and my friends. By the time I joined college, the thought that I had no parents never bothered me except when I went to my friends’ houses. Except when I attended friends’ siblings’ weddings. And more annoyingly, whenever I filled an application which had father’s name to be filled. But I learned to live all by myself and for myself. I have many best friends who love me and like me for what I am.

It is not so easy, Sir. You can’t even imagine a life like that.

Love never happened to me. There were regular infatuations but let me be shameless for a moment and tell you that they were more to do with my hormones than anything else. May be, by the way I grew up, I never thought about falling in love seriously. It never happened. I thought it would never happen. But I was terribly wrong.

My life changed when I met her. When I talked to her for the first time, I felt like I  knew her from years. I do not believe in those romantic soul-mate philosophies and re-incarnation stories. What else can you expect from a person who has no clue about the present life? Let alone past lives and soul-mating. For me, life has no more meaning than it is for a rock. I am not an atheist though. But I go to every holy place. Yes Sir, I am not even sure what my religion is. I pray, but not sure to which God.

But Sir, she changed my life. People may misunderstand me here. But friends are always friends. They are there with us. But I had to realize that a girl whom you love is totally different. With whom you want to share the rest of your life. About whom you feel a certain ownership. Yes Sir, ownership. It might sound weird, but I am sure you understood me.

I loved her and she loved me. What else can bring me happiness? When she accepted my proposal, for the first time in my life, I thought I was not alone anymore. In fact, for the first time in my life, the unknown emptiness vanished. May be I am getting little literary here because of my endless obsession with books. How can emptiness vanish? It may be that, that emptiness was filled and I no more felt that unknown emptiness. We loved each other. But then, I never thought about marriage seriously then.  I was 24 and fresh into the job which paid me well enough to buy a car within a couple of months. I had enough money and my own money for the first time in my life. That was ultimate freedom for me. Living all by myself for myself and of course, for this girl whom I din’t know a couple of months ago.

How quickly life can change. I never thought I would fall in love but I did. And then everything else changed. Everything looked so beautiful.

For the first time in my life, life was interesting. I never hated life though, because you won’t get this same life second time again. If I regret this life, then there is no more meaning in being alive. I do hate life sometimes, but only for few fleeting moments. Then everything will be fine after that. In the end, I am human and I am not a saint.

I was doing great at job and with this girl in my life I was always happy. When she accepted my proposal she never knew about my background. But then I din’t want to hide. I told her soon after she accepted and she was shocked, but from then she never talked about it. Not even once. She loved me and I loved her, that’s what mattered to us.

But how quickly life can change. She started getting marriage proposals at home and one day she had to tell about me at home.

When she told, the first question was, “what’s the boy’s caste?” She said she doesn’t know. Then the next question. “Who are boy’s parents?” She said I have no parents.

That’s it, she knew it was not going to work out. She knew it will never work out. We actually never thought about marriage until then. We knew that it will be a problem but we never discussed with each other.

She told me over the phone that it is not going to happen. Then we discussed a lot about eloping but I wasn’t interested. Then one fine day she called me and told me that she will be engaged in two weeks. She was forced to marry someone from her relatives. The boy is well settled in the US. But Sir, she doesn’t love that boy. She loves me.

But Sir, I am that boy whom your daughter loves. I am writing this letter not to convince you. But to tell you we haven’t done anything wrong. We just fell in love.

But let me tell you, excuse me for the harsh words, but I can’t help it. After ten years, when you are in a bed and counting your days – I am very sorry to say this, but you know everyone dies – you will definitely regret your decision. You din’t let your daughter marry the boy she loved. You made her sleep with someone else when she loved someone else. She will adjust. And may be she will be happy. But you never know. She can never be happy and she will act as if she is happy. You will regret, trust me you will regret. You will not get this life second time again. After a hundred years, how would it matter if your daughter marries me or someone else? It wouldn’t, trust me it wouldn’t. Everyone on this planet will be dead by that time. All that matters is whether your daughter is happy now or not. If you want her to marry the boy you chose, it’s your wish, I will not trouble you anymore. But, we haven’t done any mistake, we just fell in love.

And Sir, after all, she loved a human being, I am not an alien. I just have no parents, but I am sure they were human.

Thank you.


Thank you for reading. In a way this post looks to be very similar to my previous post. I couldn’t help it. I wrote the beginning a few months ago. Finally finished it and published it now.

I hope you liked it. I hope you haven’t left in the middle. Please share your thoughts and feedback using the comments form. Thank you for spending ten minutes of your valuable time for reading this post.

Please ‘Like’ it if you like it :)

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Book review: HTML5 for Web Designers

When I first heard about HTML5, the immediate question that came to my mind was why it was named HTML5 instead of XHTML5. Why that ‘X’ was dropped? As web devlopers, when we say we use XHTML in our projects, it gives us a wierd satisfaction that we are doing things in the right and standard compliant way. After reading this book, now I have an idea about why that ‘X’ was dropped.

I hadn’t followed HTML5 development regularly though I randomly read articles in the web development blogs which I follow. Waited for a book to be published to update my knowledge in a structured way. Undoubtedly this is the kind of the book that I waited for to get my hands dirty with HTML5 quickly.

I am already a big fan of the author of this book JEREMY KEITH.

I am writing a quick review about each chapter here and what you can expect from that chapter.

1. A Brief History of Markup

This chapter is kind of introductory covering the history of HTML from it’s beginning to the latest iteration that we call as HTML5. Very clearly and concisely crafted history of our favorite markup language. All iterations of the language are covered right from HTML2.o to HTML5 including HTML4.0 and the XHTML1.0 and the XHTML2.0. Resist your temptation to skip this chapter!

2. The Design of HTML5

This chapter starts with the design principles behind HTML5 and explores doctype in detail. Then covers various simplified elements, especially inside the head element. Explains how script, meta, link tags are simplified in HTML5. The the author explains about deprecated elements in previous versions of the language and how and why they are now called as obsolete elements in HTML5.

3. Rich Media

This chapter covers three aspects of HTML5: Canvas, Audio, and Video

After a basic introduction and some code examples about Canvas, author delves into audio and video handling in HTML5. What I love about this chapter is, the fact that the fall-back methods are explained in detail so that we can start experimenting with rich media using HTML5 without really concerning ourselves about whether the browsers support HTML5 audio/video.

4. Web Forms 2.0

If you want me to pick one favorite chapter from this book, this would be it. Covers the enhancements made to forms in HTML5 including the new data input types, attributes, and discusses about the native support for basic data validation using the patterns. Ends with a discussion about whether we can style the new input types(Date and other new elements).

5. Semantics

Starting with introduction to semantics and how we have been using the class attribute to add semantics to the existing elements and a discussion on microformats, this chapter then covers the newly added semantic and structural elements in HTML5. The new outlining algorithm is also explained in the content models section.

6. Using HTML5 Today

Can I use HTML5 today? If I can, will it work in major browsers? How to get the things to work and degrade gracefully? These are few of the many questions answered for you in this chapter. A perfect ending for a perfect book. Practical tips on start using HTML5 today. Right now!


All in all, this book serves as a comprehensive introduction to HTML5 and surprisingly in a very short time. Many aspects of HTML5 are not covered in this book as this book is primarily aimed at designers.

If you want to get your hands dirty with HTML5 for the first time, this is the place to begin. Start with this book and there are already many good books released on HTML5 which you can read to build upon what you learn from this book.

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Part 2: Pinky questions

The initial draft of this article was written way back in July 2009. I have edited it a couple of times after that initial draft and never really took the time to finish it and publish it after those re-edits. A re-read of the unfinished article today gave me a fresh look into it and I have decided to publish it right then. Please leave your comments and thoughts using the comments section.

First part of Pinky questions can be found here.


It was a sunny Sunday afternoon. They were in a car and struck in a traffic jam, only few meters away from the left turn they had to take. Pinky, her mother, her father, and their pet dog. Pinky was playing with the dog in the backseat while Nidhi and Arun were busy talking some finance-stuff that a nine year old kid like Pinky could not understand. They were on their way to a birthday party they had to attend in the evening and before that to do some shopping as well. They were struck in the jam from past ten minutes. Nidhi and Arun were growing more and more impatient with every passing second.

Pinky, oblivious of the jam and delay, was playing with the dog and was lost in her own world. Suddenly, a boy appeared out of nowhere and started cleaning the car’s front windscreen. A regular scene in the Indian cities if you drive a car. Pinky’s parents seemed not to notice the boy and continued their conversation. They have seen the scene several times before and the routine had failed to evoke any emotion in them after the first few times.

Pinky saw this happen few times before but never thought about it. She was lost in her own thoughts. Busy looking through windows and counting the two-wheelers or waving her hand at the strangers sometimes.

But this time, Pinky stopped playing with the dog, balancing herself on her toes she leaned forward in between the front seats to see who that boy was. He looked to be of her age with a shirt that exposed most of his bare and oil-stained shoulders and a little bit of his chest. His shirt reminded her of the cloth with which her father cleans the car. The boy was cleaning the windscreen with a yellow colored cloth by sprinkling water from the bottle he carried in his other hand. She noticed that he looked at the dog a couple of  times while he cleaned the glass.

He finished the cleaning and tapped on the window next to the driver’s seat. Arun did not seem to notice the boy in the least. The boy tapped again. Pinky nudged her father and waved her hand in the direction where the boy stood looking through the window. Arun gave a smile to Pinky and returned to the conversation. During this, Nidhi was punching on her mobile and sent a message to her friend that they were struck in a traffic jam from fifteen minutes.

The boy disappeared after few seconds knowing very well that his effort will not earn him a dime this time. Pinky watched the boy as he crossed the road and as he started cleaning a car window on the other side of the road.

Pinky knew that the boy asked money from her father as she noticed few times when her father gave a coin before. But she could not understand why her father did not give money this time.

“Papa, who was that boy? Why did he clean our car window?”

Arun was too busy cursing the traffic jam and never bothered to answer her question though he listened to it.  Nidhi was replying to a message she got from her friend.

Pinky leaned over and repeated the question to get the attention from her parents.

‘He cleans the windows and asks money from people,” Nidhi told while looking into her mobile.

‘Why?’ Pinky asked.

‘Because he wants money,’  Arun answered.

‘Why he wants money? His parents don’t give him money?’

‘They are poor and some of the boys have no parents,’ Arun replied.

‘Why are they poor papa?’ asked Pinky. Children are capable of asking you question after question until they find a satisfying answer. They keep on asking  you so many whys and hows.

‘Be…cause…’ Arun stumbled as he did not know how to answer that question. He never thought about it. Kids often ask few questions which we cannot answer and probably never wanted an answer for ourselves.

‘Be…cause…’ Pinky almost mimicked her father to get an answer.

‘They do not have enough money. So they are poor.’ Nidhi joined the conversation after she put her mobile into handbag.

‘Why they do not have enough money?’ Pinky asked. One more why!

Arun and Nidhi looked at each other and they knew they cannot answer or rather give answers which Pinky could understand.

By this time, vehicles on the road started to move slowly and Arun started the car and joined the rush.

Pinky stopped asking anymore questions and started wondering in her mind why that boy cleaned their window. She realized that her parents were not interested to talk about it.

They took the left turn and unfortunately after few minutes, they were struck in another traffic jam. Arun and Nidhi cursed the roads of India, government of India, people of India, and whatever they thought was responsible for these jams except the irresponsible driving by people.

One more boy jumped near their car and started cleaning. Arun and Nidhi, as usual did not notice the boy or rather acted not to notice. But, they were a little bit worried that Pinky would start peppering questions again.

But Pinky, jumped to the other end of the backseat behind the driver’s seat, pulled down the window and waved with her hand and called the boy to come. The boy stopped cleaning in the middle and and came near Pinky who held her head out of the window balancing herself on her knees on the backseat with her legs stretched flat on the seat.

After wiping the sweat off from his face and rubbing his hands on his trousers, he stretched his right hand expecting money from Pinky.

But Pinky wanted to talk to him. Nidhi and Arun did not want to interfere, fearing that would make Pinky angry and they never wanted their daughter to be angry while they are attending a birthday party.

‘What’s your name?” Pinky asked.

The boy smiled and did not answer. His right hand still stretched out in the expectation of a coin.

Pinky gave a five-rupee coin to him and told him that a boy had already cleaned the window few minutes ago and he need not clean it now. The boy pocketed the coin with a real-thank-you-smile and washed off few droplets of water which were left on the glass when he left the cleaning in the middle.

‘What’s your name?’ Pinky shouted.

The boy turned back, smiled, and then left.

During all this, Tommy, their pet dog, comfortably slept as the car had AC.

After a couple of minutes the vehicles started to move slowly and Arun started his car wishing to see no more traffic jams and no more window-cleaning while he asked Pinky to close the window.


I am sure most of us must have seen kids cleaning car windows at traffic signals in Indian cities. I am not sure whether to give a coin to them or not. I am sure giving a ten rupee note wouldn’t really bother many of us. But isn’t that encouraging a bad thing? If I give them money, is it right or wrong? Right in a way and wrong in another way. But I feel very embarrassed when those boys tap on the window and stretch their hands. Is it their mistake for what they are now? Whom to blame?

I am sure, this post leaves with more questions than answers. My intention was not to portray a cynic’s view of India. There are enough books already which project India from a cynic’s eye.

I hope you liked reading this post and would be great to hear your thoughts.

Thank you very much for reading!

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something something

I haven’t written anything here in last two months and as I type this article I can sense I had lost that ease with which I used to write before. I wanted to write something here desperately and so is the title of the post.

In this article, I will try to re-collect what had happened in the last two months and see how it goes. This is more of a writing exercise. Here we go!

I couldn’t believe that it’s already almost two and a half months over after I joined full-time job on April 1st, 2010 after I left my first job in Jan 2007. They say time and tide waits for none.

The first week at office was as boring as it can ever get. The place, people, and everything else was new for me. And in those initial days my friends used to call me and ask me whether I really joined a job, for most of them had lost any hopes that I will ever join a job.

I am little finicky when choosing friends. An introvert in the beginning. And at work place it’s so hard to make any good friends. So the initial days were spent lonely, wishing few of my best friends to be there. Randomly stumbling on to new people at lunch or at other times.

The first couple of weeks were more of getting myself used to the routine of waking up early and going to the office.

I couldn’t find anytime to update the blog as I am spending almost four hours in commuting to the work on weekdays and catching up with much needed sleep and other work on week-ends. Once I move to a near by place I wish I could spend more time on writing.

The first rule for a good work-life is to stay as close to the office as you can. It saves you from the trouble of going through the mad traffic and gives a lot of free time to pursue your hobbies.

After those initial uncertain, anxious, boring, confusing, exciting, and sometimes frustrating days at new workplace, I finally started to feel comfortable. I made friends with few people and slowly got used to the routine of going to office and working. In the initial days when I had free-time I used to either watch table-tennis matches at our floor or do some random surfing and reading on net.

During the free-time I tried my hand at learning TT and after those initial attempts I decided I should stay away from learning it. But somehow, after I watched a few people play with expert skills and for other reasons, I decided I should learn to play the game at least to the intermediate level. There is a satisfying happiness when we learn to do new things no matter what they are. And after all, it is a good physical exercise at office for we sit for long times in front of the idiot-boxes without much physical movement except for hands and fingers.

People at work place come in many flavors. If there is something as complex and mysterious as it can be, it is human motive. It is too difficult to understand people’s motive behind when they do certain things. But life is interesting only because everyone is different in the way they look and in the way they behave.

But life at work-place could have been more easier if only people are little less crooked. After real politics if there is anything which I hate, it is office politics. But they are inevitable and the only thing we can do is to learn to live with the reality. As my friends say, no matter how many jobs you switch, there is no job at which you are hundred percent satisfied. Life is a fu**ing compromise as one of my friends puts it.

Apart from work-life, the last two weeks of May were spent in the anticipation of Kalyan’s marriage on May 30th. Though I couldn’t spend much time due to the job, we really had lots of fun. There were countless times when I wished I had joined job two months later :)

Now that it is already twelve weeks and two paychecks into the new job, I am almost settled and the routine no more bores me. Have made enough friends to make sure I do not feel lonely anymore. And of course when there  is enough work, we have no time to think about ourselves.

During the commuting I was able to finish a couple of books. This is the best part of staying a little far away from office. You can get a couple of hours of free time in the office bus and read books or listen to music.

Now I understand why people hate Mondays, and wait for week-ends.

Here, I am done with the long left task of updating the blog. There is one more article coming up very soon! So, stay tuned :)

Thank you for reading!

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