Options & Priorities.

Do first things first and second things not at all.—Peter Drucker.
It's so easy to do what's familiar, comfortable, or fun. It's so difficult, sometimes, to tackle the highest priority. And sometimes it's difficult to even know your top priorities.

We suffer from over-choice: 67 varieties of toothpaste, 487 styles of shoes, and 186 brands of cell phones with 137 telephone companies. We demand more variety than we could possibly need or want, and as a result, we get lost in options, opportunities, and choices. There are 87 varieties of lawyers, and 75 specialties inside medicine. The world of work can be a confusing landscape. When you're flooded with career possibilities, or "swimming up Niagara Falls," it's good to spend time answering questions like, "What is the best and highest use of my talents?" and, "How can I make a bigger impact?"

If you can't establish clear career priorities by yourself, use friends and business acquaintances as a sounding board. They will want to help. Ask them to help you determine your "first things" and "second things." Or seek an outside coach or advisor to help you focus. Because if you don't know what your "first things" are, you simply can't do them FIRST.
Basically choosing and differentiation between options and priorities. Well losing oneself with out knowing ones priorities and blaming circumstances does not really work nd sound good. Understanding what one needs, and choosing the best that makes then improve on one self... Nobody’s is perfect but sure, the best lies in the unseen cores find it out and make best use of it…

Regards
Sharmi
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More than what I learned from u.i learned a lot more from mE. When I sit back in that old broken dusty bench, gazing at those yesterdays, everything rushes through my mind like the oceans blocked by the rocks. Everything has passed at lights speed. I know nothing really matters looking back at those spilt droplets of milk, I d rather sit and count on all my blessings and wish my self good luck for my future, as they say those wrong steps and unwalked roads would definitely lead me to the discovery of a newer one.

I’m sure everybody at some point or the other would have a quite really dark tunnel to travel in this lovely phase of their life, but trust me there’s always light at the end, believe it or not but that’s de truth. Of all the hurt one cannot bear would be “betrayal “I ve learned that it’s all a feeling of heart. At times I sit aimlessly looking out of the window thinking about my favorite broken old mirror. It took me a while to realize high time to buy a new one rather than looking at the broken lot, getting my hands torn on mending the broken pieces and shedding tears. It’s a hard fact mobiles are build to mend walls and build bridges far across. Sad truth –hardly one has time to speak to people sleeping next to them, but to people thousands of kilometers apart. Was that a bridge or a wall???

No one can hurt u unless u feel UR hurt. The best lessons are learned once we fall down while walking that’s wen we break our knee and rest for a while-and that’s exactly when we take time out of the world to think...Think on really hard things that we barely thought about, and its obvious that when u fall u learn to walk perfect. Now I ve had my fall de best way I should but I ll never stop walkin, ll dust my ass and start walking may be ll be a bit careful while choosing the roads.

WUD Rather take de roadz Travelled Less.
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De day......@ Work....

It was a fresh morning.I was all set to leave for work,The first day @ work in my new company.I was all dressed well starched -black n white cotton salwar,black strapped flats and black bag,very confidently said bye to auntie and left for the cab.Yeah it was 5:20a.m,i lived @ T Nagar almost 45 minutes from Ambattur where i worked.I was the 1st pick up,though very confident and cool i was nervous from top to bottom.It was too very early,being the 1st pick,strange driver -Almost a stranger-the next pick up was another stranger--The feeling was " god this is D day -DEAD DAY ".As per the message received from the transport team at office it was the right cab,which came right in front of my flat's gate.I hopped in said hi to him and just took out the mobile and plugged in to music,very sleepy,after that fresh shower and morning blues...cool breeze blowing on your face as the sumo moved on.... cursing "nothing " for my disturbed sleep. Reached the 1st pick up after 20mins,the cab driver made a couple of miss calls and a hefty guy walked in."Hai " that's all i could read from his lip... weaved a hi back with a gentle smile and i cuddled on to my comfort zone....after a few minutes,we reached @ the next point-a female got in...not very interesting as she was in a grin,may be she was also annoyed over her broken sleep... :(

well after quite sometime we reached the gates of my so called work place.We signed our trip sheets and walked in,took the lift got to the 6Th floor.Wow a whole load of unknown people,all smartly dressed in clean formals...waoh....1st day at work,well the hustle and people around just shook me awake.We moved in to the training room.Our trainer a very smart -Very short guy almost like a school student with a "tie & Goti " (I m sure he ll kill me if he reads this :)) :)) well trust me he opened his mouth nd for a fraction of second i doubted whether i am talking to a British -Man what an accent...the day started with the Induction then break for -Breakfast-That's when people started talking to each other.Not much of question answer stuffs but the Ursula's,u from?previous company?living alone?married?committed?the normal-regular-routine " ?'s "..OK breaks done and we moved back in to the training room.

We were a batch of 13.Let me take u through the abnormal part before the normals--A freak'in guy who looked right out of "Eminem's House-Low waist jeans(the trousers looked as if-it desperately wanted to fall to the floor)-clearly gelled hair almost standing straight like after an electric shock,an inverted mustache-a black wrist band-a very thin guy-with a shoe which almost weighed like u need ur hands to carry it along with Ur legs to move forward.Cal's himself a DJ-Drummer-Dopper or what all....SPECIES-1...Lets move on to this guy who hardly looked at ur face,the moment u looked at his side,he either looks at the floor or may be the walls,as though he was in to deep investigation...SPECIES2.....This another person who just gave firm "stare-really scaring stare "..females.. yeah...there was this very smart looking lady with a very pleasing way of speaking and pretty approachable...i was quite admiring her when the intro started i realised she was married...well the next part was she has a 4 month old baby boy... i could not believe it,she was so pretty and hardly looked married "with a baby " guess all de guys in the batch were shattered... ;) ...well as everybody started off intro..there's this "COFFIN Shaped "Guy almost a THICK RECTANGLE..looked exactly like a master sized "teddy bear" with a shirt that was too loose and too HUGE... for this already huge figure...very heavy voice,with had extra bass... Finally this old man i don know if i need to call him old...as he looked a bit older than all of us..pretty out of the box.. attitude... with serious grins and strict looks...looked like a"small sized -BIG daddy " .....well i forgot to specify this lady... who walked in as though "she s a straight line " and just out of a multicoloured paint shop...all brightly coloured (Actually i never knew there were so many colours until i saw her dress- all the colours in the world were there)..with all pink nd green apparels,gosh... " FUNKY FEMALE"....the day just rolled on as though time moved on pretty very fast...i was as if an a dream land...watching all aliens... luckily the guy who travelled with me in the cab was my batch mate (at least 1 familiar face).I was pretty quite in fact i was just a silent watcher...just smiled for everything and replied only when asked something-The very 1st day people labelled me as a very silent lady in the batch (Little did they knew that i am non-stop whatever)I didn't wanna change the impression...either.... the day ended and de journey started towards home.... i was all set to meet aunty nd speak out about all the aliens i met at the VOA training...

There was aunty waiting for me at the doors....gave me a warm hug and we just sat at the table with a hot cup of coffee...and she was all set eager to hear from me "1st day @ work" well over a cup of coffee.. and a few...quick bites....i took her through the days chores... and the species i met....it was such a strange yet nice feeling...SPECIES...... Wat all weired stuffs.... that we call "yuck" people call it -style & attitude..every mistake turns to a new fashion statement....man.... "am i in deep shit ..?"...that was a lovely day :)
selamat kembali bekerja !!work hard, work smart !!

Sharmi

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July to feb...

This would be another piece of extraordinary change.. That’s taking place in my life.. For what reason “unknown”. Sudden demise of a very special person in your family. Everything happens in a fraction of second. Long back I decided to run away from my self-my family-my carrer..In search of solitude (Guess this sounds very dramatic) or jus wanted to alone away by my self for reasons “unknown”.

I resigned my job, started preparing to get things started for my higher studies abroad. At first the target was Australia…then it switched off to the UK.now the choices switched between both the countries. For a while it continued nd finally I decided for the UK.Got equipped with my IELTS score. Now the worst part was VISA processing, it took more time than usual.Days passed. weeks nd months rolled by nd I was jobless with a few..freelance recruitment projects..and a really huge delay in payments. Clients are always the best when they hand over projects but they are really terrific when it comes to payments.At the age of 24 its natural that parents start looking for alliance well that was another messed up situation. Well neither my visa documents were getting ready. I was more like stuck in an “asylum” with jus nothing to do. Loads to think very little to do.. getting drained off day after day…I wasted almost 7 month no regrets over the wasted years. Trust me its really “ a devils workshop –AN IDLE MIND”.

I found no resort any where, internet become the same old “orkutting..Gmail/talk, google “ etc etc.. TV sounded the same old..Starmovies..HBO,or zee studio..everything jus become so mechanical black n white nd the bore old routine.I was looking for a change.. a really really refreshing change I might go insane this way.I Decided to push off nd I started looking for jobs it was tough to stay any further the very same way with jus “nothing nd hoping for probability”.I moved to Chennai,got settled with aunty an old friend of amma.Well she sounded VERY STRICT,well well I said initially but the whole picture changed when I got to know her closer.I did not miss amma much cuz of her,nd here I started off my job hunting. It was really hectic initially for a person like me who s not much used to traveled alone anywhere. I had my dad or mom or anybody to accompany me.Well this was a totally different scenario, I had to travel from Trivandrum to Chennai all alone.Job hunting was even more interesting going for interviews at places whose names I ve never even heard off. These were places I had to take more than 2-3 buses or at times even the train to reach those points. As I was familiar with the language I did not have much problem communicating with people.Thnkfully I did not face much difficulty getting offered with companies but this long tiring wait for the turn was really pathetic.I was offered nd the saddest part was I had more than 2 weeks left for the date of joining.    

Well after the long wait “ D Day “ arrived.I joined with noOOOOO not really much hopes after all those bore bugged up..black n white struggle I didn’t really expect much.I was in batch with the majority ratio men,and females less in number and the worst part was all of them were married.NO no no misunderstandings please..i m bored with them.. really really.. stuck with either the dialogues” my husband says.. my husband likes.. my husband has.. ..gosh…” its boring……
Well de later part of may be in the next episode…

What lost nd wat Gained.... :)

This piece is dedicated to all my friends who don't really give a daamn.. to " them selves"
Wondering what?Let me explain it through this ultra modern Techie freak.The apple of eyes for her dad,adorable simple homely daughter for her mom & matured yet solid sister for her siblings.Well this lady was a gentle typical small town chick,quite obsessed with the city and the people nd style nd colors.
After her high school moved on to a city called Hassan(Karnataka),i would say another "small town " a few more added colors from her previous town.Settled off with her aunt,uncle and their 2 daughters.Here she meets this young nd handsome gentle man stayed in the next street.In more simple words aunts family friend.This mallu girl developed sense of changes,a gentle shift from the mallu style to the karnataka style.At first it seemed weired to her but later on when the male attraction seemed to catch up every cells of her brain things changed.Everyday meet ups-long walks-temple visits-nd festival bash and family get together just brought them more nd more close to each other.Seasons changed,years rolled by she completed graduation ,and it was time for her to start flight.
With a heavy heart of missing her heart throb and high hope of finding a job she left for Bangalore.She ended up finding the right job.Things started gaining pace nd seemed to get back to normal.Everyday phone calls for hours and hours,weekend visits and all the hell just gave up the message.. god wen are we getting "knotted".One fine day her mother visits their smart-hardworking-young & homely daughter.She finds out that she was nurturing this " love" for this guy,who seemed totally useless,undereducated-out of the status-Bad job"interstate " "Intercaste" all -INTER & UNDER statements.Though all were against both of them still they continued the conversations once in a while.A percentage of what sh earned was dedicated for him.She helped him start a new business.Things seemed to get on back on track,She joined for a part time MBA in a reputed college.Her sister also joined her to pursue her masters in computer applications.The smartest thing is that now all her earnings were to be broken between "home" "heart throb" "self -rent-food" nd now studies of both her sister nd self ".
As the two sisters were living together it was just a difficult thing for her to manage off with the conversation.One fine day her sis found out that she was still continuting the relationship nd it was high time that it comes to an end.With these thoughts her sis called up their mother.Back at their home almost 90% of the bills were been cleared with her earnings,mom and dad engaged in to small daily wages works.Heading for a middle class family highly ambitious,she had no plans to give up on herself.She had invested a huge amount of loans on her heart throab even with out her parents concern.She was held up with her work,studies,flat ,home,sister,bills and loans things started suffocating her.She seemed to have travelled a long road with out her usual "love talks " for over 3 months.
This is when her aunt visits her with this glad news that the HERO is married?????She conveyed this sweet message of her guy being married to someone else.It was more than a disaster for our lady.By now she had lost her "mind" "self" "Trust" "faith" earnings.. nd what not.I would say it was like a load shedding in her life..with no fuse to fix it other than herself.Roamed about aimlessly,with the bills going higher up,no answers for all the time and money she lost - B E T R A Y AL.Her colleagues were wondering she s still moving on..with all the weights of a million tons of disaster in her heart."She didn't give up" .No one to blame - no complains.Life started showing its colorless shades of coffee..breakfast...lunch class..work..dinner..home.. the regular mechanical routine.
This is when Raj gets to watch her more closely.It didnt take much time for him to study all those hell she walked through over the past few months.He sealed it up in his mind that noboby else would fit in better sharing his life.Things were pretty fast since then.Though with an incomplete happiness she agreed to the proposal.Throwing back those heavy lumps of " Betrays -past -bitching around",she decided to walk on.Few weeks back Raj married her.Now settled in Kormangala.Raj a SW engineer and a part time DJ by profession.Our lady working for a networking firm.
What i would like to convey here is "it does n matter what we were or what we did -All that matters is what we ARE NOW",its all up to us to decide and choose our PRIORITIES amidst a million OPTIONS.Its we who decide our happiness...Past might seem haunting but learn to sit and admire it..thank god that it happened.Learn to choose...prioritize..leave..take..leave nd go on.. no regrets...

S H A R M I
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Anwar " Maula mere, maula mere, maula mere, maula mere -4 "

Movie: Anwar (2006)
Singer : Roop Kumar Rathod
Music Director : Mithoon
Lyrics : Sayeed Quadri

Maula mere, maula mere, maula mere, maula mere -4
My God, My God, My God, My God
Aankhein teri(2), kitni haseen,
Your eyes, how beautiful
Ki inkaa aashiq, mein bangayaa hoon..
That I have become their lover
Mujhako basaa le, inme tu..
Captivate me in them

(ishq hai
It is love
maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere
My God, My God, My God, My God) -3

Ki inkaa aashiq, mein bangayaa hoon..
That I have become their lover
Mujhako basaa le, inme tu…
My heart says, captivate me in them

Mujhse yeh har ghadi, meraa dil kahe,
My heart tells me all the time
Tum hi ho usaki aarzoo..
You are its desire
Mujhse yeh har ghadi, mere lab kahe,
My lips tells me all the time
Teri hi ho sab guftagoo..
You are all it talks about
Baatein teri itni haseen, main yaad inko jab kartaa hoon..
Your speech is so enchanting, that when I remember them
Phoolon si aaye, khushaboo…
A scent of flowers prevails

Rakh loon chhupaa ke main kahin tujhako..
Let me hide you somewhere
Saayaa bhi teraa naa main doon,
I’ll not even give a glimpse of your shadow to anyone
Rakh loon banaa ke kahin ghar, main tujhe,
Let me keep you in a house
Saath tere main hi rahoon..
I will be there with you
Zulfein teri, itni ghani,
Your hair is so rich
Dekh ke inko, yeh sochataa hoon,
I think when I look at it
Saaye me, inke main jiyoon..
To live in them like a shadow

(Ishq hai
It is love
maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 2
My God, My God, My God, My God) -3

(Meraa dil yahi bolaa, meraa dil yahi bola,
My heart told me, my heart told me
Yaara raaz yeh usne hai mujh par kholaa..
Friend, this secret has been opened up to me
Ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil mein,
That love is in the heart of
Usko pasand karta hai Maula..) – 3
Whoever God loves

Simple little things

It was a sunday & unlike every other sunday's i woke up quite early :) . No no not any serious urgent fire on ass work to complete.No power so i was sweating load nd so helplessly woke up.Walked out of my room,caught my hands on the Sunday suppliments nd there came mom with a cup of coffee.Holding the coffee mug nd paper i just walked out sat on my usual chair.It was a bit cold outside.. the morning mist.. fresh cold breeze..;) i should say it was romantic :D.It was cold.. morning mist.. fresh scent of blooming flowers,hot coffee it was nice nd minutes later it started drizzling god i was wondering am i really awake or " just dreaming "?

I started going through all those colored pages in THE HINDU.I should say more than the news part i look more eagerly in to the suppliments and so i was gazing through the magazine section.This calm yet lovely drizzle did not just let me concentrate on paper.I started thinking though all of us do a hell load of huge things like watching cricket,or racing F1,or attending a huge party as humans what we truly enjoy and admire are the simple little things like watching the sun go down,Morning mist,Going on a long walk with the sweetest yet the most simple conversation with someone whom u've spoken for ages,getting drenched in the rain,seeing that special some one's name flashing on that little face of ur mobile.I mean though we travel broad nd long roads what we truly remember are the cute little trees nd small little water falls that passed by.

In this race of life we dont forget to mail the ones who are miles apart nd dont even forget to call up people we meet everyday at work.Quite many a times we forget to speak to the ones who share our rooms or rather with whom we live.The roller coaster of lifes become so hectic nd tight that we are all running behind things.We might get those huge stuffs but really miss those simple little things which really add values.I sat there thinking sharmi what on earth are you doin here go wake up ur sister nd start scratching nd irritating her.MMmmm well at times there has been days when i even see my mom dad or sis though we share the same roof.That is what is called a hectic schedule." Probably ".A small drizzle, and a cup of coffee has done that miracle nd my thought ran wild.