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Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts

Monday, August 31, 2009

Daughter like me!

During my assignment in Chennai, there were many times when I had to be very curt and strict with the trainees there. In fact, I even complained against some of the top level managers for not attending the training sessions regularly. Every time we would meet our MD, he would take the opportunity to remark on me saying that I was the one to make them take the Oracle project seriously. I would go all red on face and feel very embarrassed about it. During one such day, the MD introduced me to his wife and said: “If at all I had a daughter, she would be like you!” This remark also made go red, because it was very unexpected and later when I pondered over the conversation, I felt great. That was one of the best compliments that I ever got. They are childless and he took care of me like a godfather all through my stay in Chennai.

I got a similar compliment from the Controller of Finance on the last day of my assignment. I went to his desk to wish him good bye and he remarked, “I have a daughter who is in her teens now. When she grows up, I would want her to be like you, all independent and hard-working; simple and straightforward!”

Thursday, March 26, 2009

What is love?

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest and it opens up your heart
and it means that
someone can get inside you and mess you up.
You build up all these defenses,
you build up a whole suit of armor,
so that nothing can hurt you,
then one stupid person,
no different from any other stupid person,
wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you.
They didn't ask for it.
They did something dumb one day,
like smile at you,
and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages.
It gets inside you.
It eats you out
and leaves you crying in the darkness,
so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends'
turns into a glass splinter
working its way into your heart.
It hurts.
Not just in the imagination.
Not just in the mind.
It's a soul-hurt,
a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
I hate love"
-Neil Gaiman