There is only one thing required to change your life...

It was her usual working hours when she got a call from her boss to meet her last client before she heads on her planned vacation. Dressing up in her best she walked in style, her beautiful body swayed to the rhythm of her heels clack on the glassy mosaic. Gasping at her flawless skin, manicured fingers, hot red lips and perfect figure, receptionist handed over the guest entry form for her to meet the client residing in the hotel.  

She smiled at the travesty in writing “Social Worker” for occupation in every other form but today she felt pride in filling occupation as “Social Worker”. A thought of hugging those kids in the refugee camp and being with them for next 3 weeks of her life felt like a cool breeze caressing her face on a sunny afternoon. 

She was a very high priced call girl. Money is what mattered to her; she had long given up association with human relationships, values and social moral for she had always seen only negativity in them. But memories of her childhood when she had longed for caring arms and selfless love pushed her to give something to those little kids far away in some other part of the globe. She was waiting to feel the bliss in hugging and kissing which did not involve lust or money in it.

She fastens the seat belt after filling in the immigration form with the occupation which she was going to be really doing for next 3 weeks; she slips into the deepest sleep in peace after many years. 

There in the orphanage, little children gathered around the waiting room holding a welcome card and handmade bouquet of exotic flowers. They were eagerly waiting to see their guest who would stay with them for next 3 weeks. Any such letter from the guests willing to stay with them would bring immense joy and celebration in the orphanage for there was hardly anybody who visits them. There was unrest amongst the kids as the wait got longer, warden made an effort to convince them to go back as there is a delay in their guest’s arriving. As the little feet walked back with tears in their eyes, he very well knew that this often happened with rich who do change their plans for their obvious reason of busy life.

As the kids gathered everyday to wait for their guest, world screamed about the missing flight. Having no relatives or friends all throughout her life she would have never imagined that there would be some little eyes which did wait for her and prayed for her.

As the tear dropped from those little eyes on learning the fate of their guest, a soul rests in peace somewhere deep in the ocean. 

P.S- Imagining the plight of families of those on board the missing MH370.

Care for a Coffee???

An Addiction, Culture, Romance, Aroma, History, Flavor, bloody what not is related to this amazing drink, The Coffee. We addicts laugh at the ads which say carefully chosen, highly toned, sinfully roasted, freshly brewed, Coffee!!! Arreyyyyyyyyy, who cares? God damn it! It’s “COFFEE” and that is all what matters!!!

Such is my addiction and I crave to explore every flavor of this magical divine potion. And so the topmost “Must do” activity on my list was “Coffee Tasting” in Bali, Yes Indonesia is known for its best coffee beans which is grown in the most fertile lands near the Volcanic ranges. What can be a better way to roast the beans other than growing it on the land which has spurting lava deep in it!

Infinite times I touched  cloud 9 with every sip of coffee that I gulped, so much coffee went into my system that if there was a cut in my body caffeine would ooze out instead of blood.

Finally there was this one thing which put a brake to my coffee exploration in this island and it was a special very unique flavor of coffee called “Luwak Coffee”. Every person we met in Bali kept praising this coffee and kept blowing a kiss in air every time they uttered the name “Luwak”, Such madness in people drove me to one of the best coffee farms of Bali. 

As we entered saw some tourists lost relishing on a cup of coffee which I mostly guessed to be this “Luwak coffee” we were also introduced to a guide who walked us through the farm introducing to different flavor of coffee and was kind enough to let us taste all of those. As I enjoyed most of them he assured me that he has the best kept for the last and I was also longing for that mysterious “Luwak Coffee”.

As he led us to the end of farm I felt like those Indiana Jones movies, searching for the hidden treasure. Finally he pointed us to the “Luwak”, my jaw dropped at the very sight. I was expecting a very different kind of Coffee plant, my imaginations even had spun an image of golden glowing Coffee plant which Balinese called as “Luwak” but much to my dismay it was a Cat! Yes, you read it right, a “Cat!!!”

I started panicking and expressed my shock to the guide thinking that they kill this poor animal to make this flavor, for which the guide smiled and told in his broken English “Madaaam, no no kill cat, cat go night out smell smell best coffee fruit, eat sleep in the morning and next day shit going, we dry cat shit and take coffee beans”

Had somebody captured my expression then for sure that would be huge hit among whatsapp forwards with every possible weird tag!!!

I ran out of the farm in one breathe as he offered this “Luwak Coffee”, Now I generously will give up on self proclaimed “Coffee Enthusiast” title with no regrets. 

So anyone amongst you care for a carefully eaten, warmly egested, serenely shit, “Luwak” Coffee????

Lost and Found

I suppose sometimes it takes getting lost to enjoy the joy of being found – Tricia Goyer

I am sure you will accept when I say day to day stress full professional life, family life and the balancing act between them is taking a very strong toll on each one of us. We all are somewhere somehow lost in the race of current day that nothing at all makes an appearance in the busy brain for us to pause and breathe. Now this is how a pessimist thinks! 

But then if we really tweak our thoughts a bit isn’t it evident that if you don’t get lost, there is no chance of being found? Yes call me optimist or a nut case or a practical head, but it’s a hard fact that neither you can seize time nor the same things which caught your interest in childhood, teenage would interest you at present. With preferences, the definition of happiness change as we grow old and according to me that’s what the beauty of life is. 

A hectic day at office where I am racing with time to catch up with tons of emails, meetings and struggling to meet the deadly target, I am literally lost in the world which is no man’s favorite. While in this race a pop of “Hello” from a dear friend, A little funny spelling mistake in email, little fight for delegating tasks, secretly reading a funny forward message and controlling to burst out into laughter are certainly sweet encounters which we choose to ignore at that point of time  

And a day at home which you think is relaxed time but some souls like me can be restless out there also. I easily lose myself in tidying home, daily up keep, dreadful weight management, meeting expectations and in setting expectations. I am sure there are tons of moments like laughing at our own stupidity, gossiping about things which totally wouldn’t make any difference to anyone, smirk at the way loved one fall asleep midst an action movie are those wonderful little things in the due course of day which would have silently passed.

Well a discussion with friends about finding ourselves made me put across these thoughts here. All or most of us do various things to find ourselves, to find an escape out of our stressful life. But then if you just pause for a minute close your eyes I am sure you will see that all that was lost will be found again. Meaning, when you try to find your selves it will be actually found only in those moments in which you lost yourself.   

Now I will wait to hear from you that how wonderful it is when you lost yourselves in something and eventually ended up finding yourselves there!