Precious Little Moments!

Life is a box of chocolates, you never know which one you might get ( unless the box is all yours of course! ), each of the chocolates tasting different than the other. And so does it goes true for events and moments that we live by.

Life has an uncanny way of disguising to something new or rather modified in every another day that we step by. It's the sheer ungratitudiness of being mere human beings that we seldom give a thought on the various aspects of ' how it did?'. A person lives some of his life's best moment today and is still unsure about how it might ' tomorrow '. However, the answer isn't about finding a statistically proved model of working out the probability of ideally finding a yet another 'good day', but it should be about how 'yesterdays' are the moments that gives meaning to our life and to what we are today. It's weird how the invisible traits of life, which otherwise are just the figments of how much we can cache the memories - of ours and others, has the power of depositioning how we might view others and how others might view us.

However, the point of this posting wasn't about, stretching the limitless counter arguments that my mind might give in for even having thought on - how vague arguments on something that are vaguely visible should take the upper shelves of my supposedly nimble time these days.

So, lets move in to the precious little vagaries of Life which adds nothing much but the more of you with fews that you can recollect and rejoice ( at the end ) having done that. I will do mine for certain.

This should be nothing more than a routine exercise to gather more of such for many people across that you call - 'the loved ones'.

Let's unravel it...

I keep telling myself... if there is something that is most precious to me, then it would be my Dad and each of the moments that I'ad spent with him. But, on a serious note, when I actually try to recollect those moments - it takes me a lot to recall those. Some of the the moments that first strikes and comes to my mind are ( trying to note down the first three ):-

Moment1- The first and the Last 'Slap'.

It goes back to my primary school days ( I was in 4th standard, 1995 ), I'ad a petty little fight with my Dad over some superstitiously generated urgency of having Rs.100 in my pocket. I wanted to go to a restaurant along with my friends ( what? ). Sounds like, an annoying little kid I must have been. Rs.100 bucks in 1995 meant a lot...and it even did more to a 4th standard student. And quite obviously my Dad did say 'NO' and wanted to re-negotiate on the terms of my demands with mega depreciation furthering to Rs.10.

Rs.10, how does that sound? I wished it had been my birthday that day...but alas, it wasn't. You can guess what a spoilt, short-tempered brat would respond back by. Yes, I did that... started kicking around the furnitures, clothes rack and whatever my legs could reach within the 'acquired-circumference-of-zero-tolerance'. I guess it should have been sufficient enough to cool down my anger and justify the 'howling acts' and shedding of some 'forced tears' to ascertain my position over my justified claims.

Well...I went overboard...I over did...

by heading for my Dad's room and trying to make a hole using a knife ( DAO )through his suitcase so that I could get my hand on the cash( if there were any ). Pretty good, sturdy traditional VIP suitcase it was ( I could make only few scratches which might possbilby be deciphered as some ancient fossilised writings, if aliens discover it, eons later)!


My futile efforts just earned me a one good tight slap.
And I get nostalgic remembering that...the only Slap ever and so far!

moment2 .. ( shall continue later ) :)

P.S:- I would suggest, even you try out the same...and gauge for yourself as to where you fall!

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An Idea, that couldn't take off!

If you can self-employ yourself ( what an oxymoron phrase ) and help others in doing so, you make a great deal out of the MBA degree that you earn by accumulating all the marketing jargons in 2 years course of mba certification. What? You don't believe it... ok... naysayers have their own thoughts. :)
Just trying to buy lame excuses so that I keep myself from never to stop dreaming about becoming an entrepreneur someday. The word sounds good - 'entrepreneur' , a good occupation for people who wouldn't like to take orders from people around and where you get your own options to choose; where you get your orders from!
This post is about an entrepreneur kinda stuff that I had in my mind, that never took off. It was 2008 ( somewhere February ), I was working in a small software firm, 'Vinove ( Delhi )', when I got this idea of coming up with my own social networking site. An independent domain name, with GBs of hosting space, an innovative name, a mass-media promotion for the same. Well, I'ad literally thought down about all the features this 'supposedly unique website' would come up with. Now, with thousands of social networking sites, along with the likes of Facebook, Myspace, Orkut etc, it would be the stupidest to think for a social networking site that would cater to, whatever these sites have to offer. Well, I wasn't thinking of that. So, this had to be something unique. It needed to have its own niche segment that it could target to.
"WWW.Lifewithoutthem.COM" - that was the name I'ad thought. ( haha... I was a jerk of having not been able to think of something better than that ). So, it's pretty implied what this site would have catered to. OK...You're still waiting for me to explain that! Then you fall in my league as well. Actually I did try a lot of names... rememberingyou, rememberingthem, lovedones, blah blah... but all were unavailable. :(

This website was about - giving virtual space to all of the people who are dead. You would need to register, then provide the photographs of the loved ones you would like to feature in this site. This was supposed to work out as some sort of 'Obituary space' for the netizens. I knew pooling around all the Dead people profiles from around the world would be a mammoth task, so just wanted to stick around with only Indians on my mind.
So once you're done with registration, the admin ( me ) would check out the validity(of course, I wouldn't be able to do that, unless I've access to the database of all the dead people or any of my cousin works in some central govt dept office with access to all of these). Then, put your request Live by next day. You can pen down testimonials, moments shared with him/her, some memorable photographs ( create an album for the deceased infact ), then invite your friends, who you think might know him/her to have a look and give their own shares. And...Voila... you've given him/her, a space that would live by ages ( unless the validity of the site expires and I am unable to pay for its renewal, ofcourse ), a space that would keep growing, a space that your kins, his/her kins, relatives would cherish.
So, a complete online journal for a beloved ones gets created....and you never miss to put a smile on your face, going though those beautiful moments you'ad to share.
Well.. thats it. I couldn't come up with it, despite even having thought to quit my job for this project. I'ad to grab my call for MBA. Now, there's never enough time to think of that sorts...and it was few months back ( somewhere April 2009 ), when I told the same to my friend, he introduced me to a website with similar features, name Respectance ( click for the page ). After going through this...I don't know if I really should feel glad - that my thought never did took off".

Anyway, I hope people who wants to come up with such a kind of website, can better it, with more specific targets in mind.

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