Category Archives: Work

And the potter’s wheel turns…

We also had pottery classes as part of the interactive sessions at office – aimed at trying to bring out the hidden talents among the employees and to bring about a refreshing change in the routine work life. Neither of us knew head or tail about pottery, but we enjoyed the session nonetheless. And we all took away quite a few lessons and some cute clay masterpieces. ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s fun to challenge yourself once in a while with something that you do not do in your daily life. The pottery session went on to prove just that.

Theย potter who visited our office has been making clay pots and pans for years, probably since childhood. He only had to put one finger to the wet clay on his wheel to give it a shape, to widen or narrow the neck of a pot. The pots started breaking the minute we tried to do the same. How much difference a trained and knowledgeable hand makes as opposed to an untrained, unknowledgeable one! Isn’t that the case with us, as well? A gentle, loving and knowing hand makes all the difference in the world to the way a person is moulded?

It was amazing how the potter went on creating different things using apparatus as simple asย a tyre, a stick, a pole, an iron plate and some wet mud. I had an amazing feeling as I looked at him, happily creating his little masterpieces. We all have some wet mud given to us too. We just need to turn the wheel to make it something beautiful and meaningful.

Have you ever laid your hands on the coolness of wet earth and tried to shape it into something, while the wheel furiously turns away below? If you haven’t, I would recommend that you try it some time, as it can be one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. The feeling of holding your own creation in your hands and feeling the weight of it, however twisted or ugly it might be, is one of the happiest feelings, too.

Thank you, dear workplace, for giving us this opportunity to learn! ๐Ÿ™‚

Images Courtesy: All pics in thisย  post are by my colleagues.



Filed under Musings, Work

Creativity Galore

I think I was in college when I last tried my hand at fabric painting, and gave up. The ‘masterpiece’ I wanted to paint then didn’t turn out to be one. I gotย a chance to try my hand at fabric painting once more at the interactive sessions held at our office. Our workplace had arranged some fun activities over the last 2 weeks, and one among them was a T-shirt painting session. I LOVED these sessions, fabric painting et al. ๐Ÿ™‚

The creative sessions made me realise a lot of things. I realised that I love the process of creating. I love the feeling of creating something from scratch. I love filling up a blank canvas or paper or a T-shirt with multiple hues and make it something different from the one I started with. I love the process of learning – I love it when someone guides me and helps me add finishing touches, perfecting my raw finished product. I love a mix of work and play. I love the feeling of living life, doing something creative, bonding with people in the midst of a busy day.

I always knew that there’s more to people than meets the eye. These sessions reminded me of that. We were amazed to see the talent in people shining through tough exteriors and normally subdued characters. I realised, once again, that seeing passion and creativity writ large on the faces of people touches me, impresses me, inspires me.

I realised that there’s a lot to learn -if you want to and are interested enough. I learned that learning something new can work wonders for you. I realised that once in a while, you should throw a little challenge to that part of the brain which does not get enough work in a monotonous lifestyle.

Enough said. Before I bore you people to death, take a look at some of the T-shirts that our team painted. ๐Ÿ™‚


This is the one I painted, doing full justice to my fascination of sea horses. ๐Ÿ™‚ Yeah, I know it’s not a masterpiece again, but I liked it. ๐Ÿ™‚

This one is an angel-cum-devil by a colleague.ย 

The inimitable Calvin & Hobbes by another colleague.

The lady who painted this felt she ruined it, but I think otherwise. I loved the colours and the Indian feel of it. ๐Ÿ™‚

The Mysore Palace came alive on another colleague’s T-shirt. I loved this one – it looks so professional.

I loved the creativity in this one – it was done with just one pot of paint and a few brush strokes. No pencil, no marker.

You like?


Image courtesy: All pics are by a colleague.


Filed under Motivation, Musings, Work


…you are the only one in office to notice that the light passing through a metal disc lying on a glass shelf..

… forms a reflection in the shape of a perfect heart….

… it’s not wrong if people call you a hopeless romantic!

๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚


Filed under Everyday polambals, Work

To my Santa

Dear Officewale Secret Santa,

Bolo, bolo, why did you ditch me? Iโ€™m not singing โ€˜Zindagi bhi le le yaar, kill me!โ€™, but I am pissed off for sure. Come on, you could have at least come and wished me a merry Christmas and a great new year. I would HONESTLY have been OK with no gift left secretly at my desk, but I am not OK with a no-show. I was SO eager to meet you at the Christmas party! I am not in a position to give you even the benefit of doubt, as there are no doubts.

I know you’ll never read this, but still! You could have been a bit more sportive, Santa! Why this? Iโ€™ve not been a bad child all the time this year, I promise!

Yours sincerely,

The little girl whose festive spirit is a little dampened ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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Filed under Life, Work

The little pleasures of life today…

โ€ฆ.. Having a cutesie kid give me a huuggggggggggeeeeeeeee grin for no reason at all, early in the morning

โ€ฆ.. Finding no traffic at all on the way to office, instead of the usually crazy jams every day

โ€ฆ. Watching guys and girls sincerely interested in each other, making an honest attempt at impressing and knowing each other

โ€ฆ. Being buzzed at work by the better half just like that, to have a vetti conversation, just like the good ole times

…… Talking to an ex-colleague and knowing that the work I did at my ex-office is still valued

โ€ฆ.. having lunch on plastic tables and chairs underneath a canopy made of plastic on a beautiful terrace garden, watching pink flowers float in the bird-bath full of water, the plants all around you smiling as the heavens open up in a sudden mid-afternoon spate of heavy rainfall and wash them with love, feet lifted up on chairs to make way for the water flowing beneath the table, feeling as if I were on a boathouse in the midst of an extremely pretty lake

โ€ฆ. Watching the sky darken and darken and darken from the window at work, working and looking forward to the 3-day weekend ahead and soaking in the relaxed atmosphere at office

Enough to make my day! ๐Ÿ™‚

Have a great weekend, folks!


Song on my mind:


Filed under Everyday polambals, Life, Love, Music, Musings, Sourced, Work

Random update

The stay-at-home wife UP became working wife UP last week, and a whole new chapter began once more in her life. The sudden development is keeping her on her toes. She’s busy, but happy. Her better half does share in her happiness, but she’s not so sure if he’s happy, though, with the driver’s job that has been newly conferred on him. ๐Ÿ˜›

She wants to update her blog, and will do it as soon as she is able to get her head a wee li’l bit above the water! ๐Ÿ™‚ Till then, take care and enjoy yourselves! ๐Ÿ™‚

And, yeah, do be generous with your good luck wishes, people! She’s pretty much overwhelmed right now, and needs it all! ๐Ÿ™‚


Song on my mind:


Filed under Everyday polambals, Music, Work

Chhod aaye hum woh galiyan…

This post comes with a lot of nostalgia of beautiful shared moments, time well spent and idled away, words spoken and unspoken, hugs, smiles and tears, knowledge gained and shared, the ups and downs of a place that means a lot to me. This post comes as the last one from a system and a place that I am as used to as the back of my hand – my current organisation. The feelings as I type this out are countless, something that I cannot capture in words. As I step out of this place for the last time today as an employee, I carry a lot with me.

Thanks, all you wonderful people, for everything. Do keep in touch. Lots of love to all of you.

Song for the occasion:


Filed under Life, Music, Musings, Occasions, Work