
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wondrous Happenstance
I met my old pals from previous workplace 3G by pure chance yesterday evening. I was
taking my evening walk down the seashore when I noticed a surd with a sx4 who looked familiar. As a went closer I noticed a girl along with. But it was not till I actually passed them that I was taken by surprise. My colleagues from 3G Anupam and Disha had come to get some fresh air all the way from Andheri and what a coincidence I happen to be taking my walk around there.
Its rather odd that we never met while we were working around the same place in the city but had to go out miles away to let chance happen to us. Annu and DT ( as we call them)later dropped in to my place for a cup of tea served with updates on our team members and workplace, though DT preferred biscuits with water! None of them
have changed much -DT the same chirpy girl (what a ruckus she creates!) and annu always game for some fun! I still remember the last time we went out to silent hill resort in Bhavya’s blue Zen (Yeah! we played “who lamhe” repeatedly till we reached Mumbai on the return journey) and that was the latest I ever had a outing. Those memories coming back in torrents has made me desperate for an picnic now.

Thursday, August 20, 2009
My pal Prakash

Thursday, August 6, 2009
Happy Friendship Day
Hi!!
My warmest friendship day wishes to all....
"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advise, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares".
.....Henri Nouwen
My warmest friendship day wishes to all....
"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advise, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares".
.....Henri Nouwen
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