RIP Vini... you will be missed...

How bad a friend you be if you would come to know that your friend is no more from the web telecast of her funeral...

Sunday morning facebook gave me the shock of a lifetime when i saw my friend vinitha being tagged in a funeral album ‘vinitha aleyas – her last rites’... i hoped and wished that’s another vinitha... but the face of the person the coffin was just her... and i didn’t know how to react... it’s been few weeks since i have heard from facebook or twitter... and i was busy for weeks and weeks... I still have no clue how and why....

Vinitha was one of those people who will be around online when you need... got to know her from yahoo 360... a non-stop blogger... some of her blogs those days sounded silly then, but it was all her... frank person, who will be there for everyone else... Met her once in person, 2 years back, when she came to thodupuzha for some shopping... she was the same person i used to know via her blogs... bubbly and talkative...

It’s hard to believe what has happened... i cannot speculate on how and why it happened... all i know is one of my good friends will no longer be around... i am going to miss you Vini... RIP....

Professionals need to be professionals

Ever since i joined my office, i have seen people talking so much about the company’s professionalism and all... the managers, they never stop talking about what the company expects from you... initially i felt i wont be able to keep up with them... but slowly i realised, its all just the talk or their level of high standard is infact on the lower side...

All confirmed in the annual conference for sales organised by the company... my manager said, ‘formal dressing’... well, ok... i thought... first corporate conference, lets go all professional... i got myself dressed up in a formal suit.... but it turned out, i was the only formally dressed editor there... it was quite embarrassing considering the way my group showed up... even for the party... editors there are considered just a bunch of nerds, i surprised everyone breaking that rule...

I had a long chat with others who worked there before and my cousin... everyone agreed people this part of the world are so miserly... wont spend much for parties or dressing up.... i consoled myself, atleast i acted like a professional.... 

well, next time, my manager says anything about the company’s legacy, i know how to weigh that and take that....

A break from work, pollution... a break from delhi....

Finally a break from Delhi....
Things were getting bit crazy in office... work piling up, me getting frustrated with everything around it.... I need to get out of it before i decide to give up on anything... Moreover the weather in delhi is changing a lot, and usually the change of weather makes me fall it...
So it is the right time to take a break from this dusty city... yes, the pollution was almost getting on to my nerves...
Now its time for some time in beach, hills... boating... enjoying some nice fish... cant wait.....
Kerala here i come.... plz don' rain.... and no hartal....

Foggy Delhi...

I love winter... the reason, its far better than summer.... When i was told, the winter in Delhi will be a short but strong one, i was disappointed... i am not looking forward to a short winter... i need a pleasant long one... I thought i have to wait to till end of November for some coolness...

But all on a sudden, asif an answer to my prayers, the temperature in Delhi is beginning to fall... I am loving these cool mornings, though i am missing my morning walks... and the fog around, though i caught a cold... and the chill in the air, though i haven’t bought a water heater yet... The life far away from the heat is cool...

The cold i am having now is not that bad, though it ruined my week-end plans for a fridge shopping ... But the sight of the fog coved Delhi early morning from the metro on my way to church was beautiful... I don’t know whether the Delhi winter is hard and horrible as people say, but i am loving this pleasant weather as long as it last...

Autorickshaw diaries: tales from the driver...

Not always you will come across an autorickshaw driver with a good heart.... Most of them i came across all my life were just greedy for money.... But sunday was different.... I was shifting from patel nagar to my new apartment in shakarpur... most of the shifting were done on the day before... All left on sunday was handful of things which i thought i can move on sunday in an auto...
The thing about patel nagar, hardly you get an auto from the south side... if you catch one from the west side, they charge like anything.... I walked up the that side and asked the first auto i saw, he told a rate in which could travel for a 100kms!!!!!... left him just there... then saw a bunch of autos in which one of the drivers came forward and offered a reasonable rate... He drove an extra 2 km to reach my building and i was surprised he didnt charge for that...
The journey from Patel nagar to Shakarpur was not a long one thanks to the driver... he was chatty, not irritating chatty.... from Politics, to his touchy personal stories he was engaging.... He talked about the Delhi attitudes, the corrupt policemen... and about his family.... He talked how people are becoming selfish these days... people forget how to help others selfless.... even own blood.... he then talked how his family didnt help when in in need; when his son was dying... there was a lump in his throat when he said this.... He then talked about his only daughter, how good she is in studies... his dreams on her future....
By the time i reached my new apartment i wish the journey a bit more longer, so that i can listen to this man...   I thanked him for the safe ride, paid him and said good bye.... Respect, for the first selfless man i found in Delhi!!!!

Painting days.... dusty ways....

One of the most irritating things i can never tolerate is the dusty environment.... hate it in any form.... and when our management has decided to paint the office, i expected them to wait till week-end to work on the editorial floor... But the work kept going along whole week... painting work brings lot of dust... and i feel like sitting in a polluted place whole week...

the room definitely needs a makeover... but cant the whole beautification wait till the holidays... how can u expect someone to focus on the work when its all dusty  around... 

The dust-phobia has made me change my apartment as well.... the present one brings in all pollution of patel nagar to my room... shifting out this week-end to somewhere clean, far away from the dust and pollution... 

'Dr.Juby'.... 3 years and counting....

Last wednesday sep 26, it took me back to my hyd days... It was the 3rd anniversary of my phd viva... the day I was called Dr.Juby for the very first time...
It was and will always be the day I will b reminded of the pain I had to endure to get that title behind the name...
The sleepless nights.... insomniac days... frustrated, disappointed week-ends!!!
The many sacrifices, the many x'mas i missed at home.... the personal life i sacrificed... yeah, that was a lot of sacrifices... But in the end, it was all worth it.... not all but some atleast...
The day made me look back to my Phd days.... We joked on our Phd life... we fought, argued with our bossed... we managed the internal fights with among ourself.... Looking back, that was the best experience of my life... learned a lot of life lessons.... made a number of friends... connections... i have now people in every field, at my phone address book ready to help me in case of any professional requirement....
I am thankful for my phd life.... how it happened doesnt matter at all... because the result was amazing... 3 years since i finished my phd life... 2.5 years since i left hcu.... i have added new experiences in this time period as well... as years go on, the experiences will increase... meet new people, experience different work culture... May be i will become a different person altogether.... But i will always remember the beginning... The day i which set the base for who i am right now... The day i became 'dr.'.....