At one time, I had become a typical caffeine addict, the one who couldn’t survive without cups of coffee. Coffee was the primary ingredient to start the day, then keep me moving throughout the day, even when on prowl, talking with friends, feeling thirsty, first thing to prepare in kitchen or just for sake of putting something in stomach. The time when I used to keep record of my addiction to make me remind those days when I get away with this habit completely.

This is the time when I am finding myself to be almost free from caffeine addiction. The time when I can live without coffee for many days. And I don’t need any substitute for keeping me away from coffee (that was my first experience when I gave up tea and cold-drinks by replacing them for coffee thinking that I can avoid my addiction towards drinks). Although breaks are good and coffee used to be synonym for that but for now,a break itself means a lot more than just coffee. I am in self-control. I am happy!

Song: Lamha Lamha (Gangster)

I was about to take a pen from stationary and I found that only choice that I had was for Red pen and I went long back into past. I didn’t use to like red color at all sometime and with time, I have developed habit of at least bearing with this color.

There was enough time to think about the history of why I always disliked Red color although many people love it. Walking towards Light Rail station at Crossman, I realized that this is one of the characteristics which remained attached to me since my childhood when I had just started going to school. That time the only pen color teacher used was Red. I didn’t like  the crosses on notebooks which were obviously of same color. The test marks (although I used to do well) were given in Red color. Any remarks on school diary (now that’s where I was always counted as naughty) were also written in Red color. If many of these things weren’t bad for me, I used to feel bad for the ones who cursed themselves on getting something really Red. Red became synonym of evil for me with time. It was the color most avoided, be it anywhere, not only pens but food, cards, gifts, clothes, books and even the blood.

Later on, as I grew, even the tutors started using pens of other colors but the stamp on mind remained as fresh as sweet lemonade. I could never run out of my this haphazard inclination (with additions with likes of red for communism etc.). After trying overriding it, all I could manage was not to whammy about Red but still not accepted it personally. There happen to be many instances that I disliked/rejected girls just because they loved Red color or they were wearing the one all over…funny eh.

Today entered into office at 09.30 am and I was out only at 09.30 pm - perhaps the longest period at office so far here in US.

Something better kept in memory so that you enjoy while reading them again and recalling the times .

And I also got remembered good old days of same time last year.

Presently I am residing here in US of A as Hema called it out! I am here for official trip from my firm and had reached here on December 4. Right now staying somewhere in San Jose and working at nearby location in Sunnyvale. Lucky to have company of two mates here - Amit Gupta and Nitesh Gupta (Nits). We all are colleagues. Nits is here since Nov and I have reached here with Amit. We go to office together, almost staying together and cooking together too. I am liking this place because of its beautiful infra and VTS service. Moreover there are lot of people from other races here as they say that more than 40% people are Indians in this city and it is also known as Gandhi Nagar. It feels like mini India. People are quite friendly and one can easily get hooked up with the ones of their interest. I had my tryst with locals and I am feeling good being here after meeting with them.

Whole week I was busy in settling down at office and at the apartments. Things were so messed up at both places. For first time, I realized that even a girl can mess up an apartment too much to clean up properly. Eh.

This was the first weekend and went out to Mccarthy Ranch. There first went to Best Buy and looked at the electronics goods primarily. But I found that all those which I wanted were more cheaper when purchased online than from store provided you know where to look out over Internet. Then it was Wallmart to get other stuff for living. Interestingly I happened to meet and talk with 2 Indian guys (Harsh and Sri) at Best Buy and one at Wallmart (Srinivas) which was surprising for me provided my nature of… At the end of day, we had something going inside our stomachs (I am not able to recall the name of outlet) but I must say, it is very hard for a veggie to survive on fast-food here specially when you get to eat ultra-cold burgers and that too, not much tasty . India is much better in that way. Also, here McDonald’s doesn’t serve any vegetable items…huh. Also bus service is till 0830 only on weekend. So you better get into last bus otherwise you will be left thinking of almost no other alternative.

Weather here is quite cold and you can’t be out from home without any jacket even when it is a sunny day. And purchase of a jacket was the costliest part of my shopping . I chose Raiders to save myself from deadly cold outside. It was quite expensive shopping for me out of we 3 at the end of day but I had something to feel good for sleeping soundly. Nits is still busy with issues …poor guy. I don’t know when will he get to sleep.

The original version of poem, I once wrote about -

Kaum ke khadim ki hai jageer Vande Mataram

Mulk ke hai vaaste akseem Vande Mataram

 

Zalimon ko hai udhar bandook apni par garoor

Hai idhar hum bekson ka teer Vande Mataram

 

Katl kar hum ko na katil tu hamare khoon se

Teg par ho jayega tehreer Vande Mataram

 

Fikr kya jallad ne gar katl kar bandhi kamar

Rok dega zor se shamsheer Vande Mataram

 

Zulm se gar kar diya khamosh mujhko dekhna

Bol Utthegi meri tasveer Vande Mataram

 

Sarzami England ki hil jayegi do roz mein

Gar dikhayegi kabhi taaseer Vande Mataram

 

Santri bhi muztarib hain jab ki har jhankar se

Bolti hai jail mein zanzeer Vande Mataram

- Vishvnath Sharma

(During my visit to War Memorial Museum, Red Fort)

Here is from original post and the one I used to whistle -

Chheen sakti hai nahin sarkar Vande Mataram
Ham garibon ke gale ka har Vande Mataram.

Sar chadon ke sar me chakkar, uss samay aate zaroor
Kaanon mein pahunchi jahan, jhankar ‘Vande Matarm’

Jail mein chakki ghaseete, bhooka se veh mar raha
Phir bhi veh keh raha, bezar Vande Mataram

Maut ke munh mein veh khada, keh raha jallad se
Ghomp do seene mein, talvar Vande Mataram

Doctron ne nabz dekhi, sir hila kar keh diya
Isse to ho gaya hai, Aazar Vande Mataram

Eid Holi aur, Shubh Raat se bhi sau guna
Hai hamara ladala, tyohar Vande Mataram

Zalimon Ka Zulm to, Kafoor sa ud jayega
Faisla hoga, sare darbar Vande Mataram

Chheen sakti hai nahin sarkar Vande Mataram
Ham garibon ke gale ka har Vande Mataram…