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Mustered Musings

"The years teach much that the days never know." -- Emerson

Friday, June 25, 2004

Comes the Dawn

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to understand that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head held high and your eyes wide open.
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
You learn to build your roads
On today because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have
A way of falling down in midflight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...and you learn
With every goodbye you learn.

Veronica A. Shoffstall

Why me again ?

It was just one of those days when nothing seemed to be going the right way. Arti and kids were to travel to India by afternoon flight, and in morning I had to attend a meeting at Abuja. So, the day started early, and we were at the international airport before 8 am. After completing the check-in formalities by 9.30 am and seeing then off, I rushed for the domestic airport to catch 10 am flight to Abuja. The flight was late by 30 minutes so had no problems in boarding it on time. Immediately after landing at Abuja, I got the news that the meeting stands cancelled. Sucks… It took me minutes to absorb the shock that it was a waste after all the running around. Within minutes of being out of the arrival lounge of Abuja airport, I was in from the departure lounge to catch the return flight to Lagos. The scheduled flight of 11.45 am was again delayed by another 30 minutes due to some ‘VIP movements’. I was back to office in Lagos by 2.15 p.m. and the moment I entered my room, got a call from Abuja that the meeting is ‘ON again’! So, I had to be on a conference call with people at Abuja. After all the hulla-bulla, it finally was the ten minute’s conference call that did the trick.

Saturday, June 12, 2004


Talking of show-off, here's a pic courtsey Subhankar.

First month of blogging ...

Seven logs in a month's time is much better performance than what I expected from myself when I started this blog. It's exactly a month now that I posted my first blog entry, and have not missed any oppurtunity to show it off. I am expecting some of my friends also to start their own blogs. After all blogs are not only for slobs. Moreover, if I can then anyone can ...

Friday, June 11, 2004

Leisure time ...


It was Sanjai who took this pic on Sunday the 6th June at ECO Resort's private beach. Arti seems so short in the pic probably due to that fact that she was standing deep into the sand ... ;)

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

That's Service ...

In this competitive business world, an unselfish helping hand is rare indeed. Fighting the tendency to self-absorption is difficult as pressures escalate. Yet, there is much gratification in knowing that somebody's actions whom you do not know personaly prove to be beneficial to you.

This is precisely what happened when I approached my bank IndusInd to prepare and despatch a demand draft (DD) in favour of Birla Balika Vidyapeeth, Pilani to complete formalities for admission of my daughter to class XI. The school authorities failed to relate the received DD with the registration form that was earlier couriered to them by me, directly from this place. On receipt of the DD, the school principal got in touch with the lady from the Bank who has handling my account. She not only attended all the queries from the school but alos went out of way to call the school many times on my behalf. My daughter has finally got the admission to the school.

While it's up to us now, the initial results would not have been possible without excellent service and support from my bank.

I thank the staff of IndusInd for making me more aware of ways in which others can be helped and for reaffirming my belief in the goodness of human nature.