February 28, 2005

All is well that ends well

Filed under: Unrelated — Celia Rexselin @ 10:40 pm

I’ve been thinking a long time to write this post but every time I sit before my pc I forget this task. Now here I go to describe this recent incident in my life.

My workplace is some 20 kilometers from my home and it takes some odd 1 and half-hours for me to reach there. Life here in India is very different and you can’t expect a middle class girl like me to take a cab daily to the office. I use different modes of transport daily and if I start explaining about that I will never get to the incident I wanna very badly say about. But I’ll try to brief you about this.

My travel requires me to stop and change vehicles at two places. From my home, I usually take an auto that will take me to the local MRTS (Mass Rapid Transit System) railway station at Tidel Park. I guess, that those in IT would know this very popular IT park. Usually this will take me some 20 minutes if there is little traffic. But here, I am in chenni, India and I hope you people know about the population explosion in our country ( I bet no one in the world would dare to compete with our country in this).So it roughly takes me 20-45 minutes depending on the traffic. From thiruvanmiyur, I take the 8.40 AM train to Park station, which takes about some 35 minutes of travel, and from there I mostly take the Government run buses to reach my workplace.

Having said about my usual routine, now I’ll move on to say of what happened on this date. I had an additional task also on this date and that is , I had to take railway pass for my friend Shambhu who would join me after two stations. So having this in my mind, I left home pretty early (7.50 AM) and took an auto. I am not sure how many people would know about “autos” in chennai. A typical one is a three wheeler and could seat three passengers at a time other than the driver. The ones we see in velachery are very much the same only that they are a little bigger and the driver can squeeze in some 6 passengers into the auto. We already had 6 passengers on that day but the driver was a bit more greedy or I don’t know what can be the reason ( If we ask them , they’ll tell you their sad story) , was in no mood to start the auto on that day. He waited till one more passenger got into the back seat and one fellow to sit together with him in his driver seat.

The auto was packed and so was the road. I was desperately looking at my watch all the time on whether I would be able to catch the 8.40 train. If only I miss that train, the next train is only at 9.20 AM and this would make me some 40 minutes late to office. The auto finally managed to reach the station by 8.35 AM.
Then I ran off like hell to the ticket counter only to see a queue over there.I waited for some 5 minutes before I could get to the ticket counter lady. By this time, I had taken out my friend’s old pass and the money from my purse and was having it in my hand. I reached on to the counter , wished the lady and got the new pass and by that time, the train had arrived in the 2nd floor. I ran again , took the lift and got into the train. I was gasping for breath and wasn’t able to think any other thing till I met my friend at her station.

The train was very crowded and my friend said that she would be in the next compartment and left. I thought that I’ll also go and join my friend there and left for that compartment. We stood there for a while and then I gave her, her pass. She had a look at it and asked me for my pass to see the last date. I opened my bag to get my purse and ALAS .. MY PURSE WAS NOT THERE. “My Goodness!” I thought. The last time, I remember was that I had it at the ticket counter. After that I couldn’t remember anything and it was all blank to me. So my friend and myself got down at the next railway station so that we can soon go and get the purse back. Now, here I’ll have to tell one thing. We had a reputation for losing things and we often got them back also. So this time, we were dead sure that we’ll get it back safely though I had a slight fear ‘coz of the things I had in my purse.( 1 credit card,2 debit cards , lotta cash and my railway pass).

By that time , we had reached kotturpuram and we thought of taking an auto to the railway station. The driver was in no mood to listen to our bargain and we had to do all the walking till kasturbai nagar. This time , Shambhu got an idea. She asked me to catch an auto and went to the kasturbai nagar railway station master. She told him about the issue and asked him whether he could help us by calling tidel park station ticket counter lady.The station master was kind enough and he called up and here I got my next shock, THE PURSE WAS NOT THERE IN THE TICKET COUNTER. We still went to the station and asked the lady.
She said that she didn’t see any purse and exclaimed that since there we so much queue its actually hard for us to track down my purse. I was almost in tears when she said that. Sensing my emotions , Shambhu was too quick to react and the first thing she did was to call up Mithin (our colleague) to inform that we would be late.

Then we made some calls to home and bank to block my credit cards.My father got worried about me and kept on calling me to find out the latest news I can tell him. I meanwhile , contacted my old boss , because one debit card I had was got through him. He listened to my story and asked me to quickly go over to the bank to give a written request to block the card. I thought that was a okay good idea and asked Shambhavi to go to office while I can continue with my search for my purse. I didn’t even have the mind to think that I had no money left. Shambhu didn’t want to leave me and she said that she’ll accompany me. Very nice of her, I really don’t know what I would have done on that day if this cute friend had not been with me.By this time, the next train had come and we did some quick searching in the train also. Finding no results, we first went to the tidel park staion master, Mr.Mani and told him of the details. I should really have a special mention about this guy.He had a fatherly affection in him and listened to our plight with care and asked us to write down the details.He said that he’ll alert all other station masters about this and he DID.He asked us to go to the railway police station in egmore to report about the loss of credit and debit cards.

Then we went to the bank and gave a written request. People over there also asked us the story and said that it would take them some 10 days to give me a new card. One old fellow there , gave a sarcastic advice too.
All this didn’t get into my mind and I was thinking in my mind whether I should really go to the police or not. Then I decided for it and shambhu suggested that we go to the nearest ATM and get some cash.
She got the cash and we went all the way to the egmore railway station. Hmmm, Ya I forgot to mention one thing here. I somehow had the feeling that I’ll get back my purse and the fear had gone then. We went to central railway station first , refreshed ourselves with some packaged water and yes checked our weight.(Don’t think that I am crazy, I just have this habit of checking my weight in the automatic weighing machines one can find in stations). Then we went to the police and gave them a written complaint. They were as indifferent as ever. It would have been a surprise for us if they had behaved differently. By this time, it was almost noon and we rushed to our office.

Mithin had already updated Shalu and Swarna about this and when we reached they were all curious to know what had happened. Shalu had had a difficult week also but he was all concerned about us. The day went on like this , and as time passed , the fear returned in me.I was wondering within myself and praying to God of what would have happened to my purse. I always had the idea that hard earned money would never get lost.But the happenings of the day bothered me a lot and I kept on nagging to my lord about this.Shambhu left for home early on that day and I left pretty late.

My heart was in one turmoil and I went straight to my favorite Good Shepherd Church. It’s a place where I pour out my thoughts to Lord very often and it’s a very comforting zone where I gain my morale boost also. I went there disturbed, gained some comfort and returned home. My parents were waiting for me anxiously and seeing me they didn’t feel like scolding. I had my dinner and was relaxing a bit when the door bell rang. People , listen , now only am getting to the actual story.

One young couple were standing at the door steps with my purse in hand. The lady continued with her story. “ I was sitting in the train when people next to me found a purse lying down. I got it from them and found your photo and address inside and thought that I might come and give it to you. First I had thought of giving this to you tommorow morning only, but as evening came by, I was feeling very insecure with the purse in my hands and I asked my hubby to take me immediately to your home so that I can give it to you.”. Praise be to God.!!!! .. Whoever said that people aren’t good any more ? Here I’ve seen this
Good samaritan lady who came all the way from her place to give my purse, my friend shambhu,
People at my office with genuine concern, the station master, my old boss and ofcourse , you people who are reading it with this much amount of patience !!! Thank you people ! Let God reward you from his abundance!!!.


February 14, 2005


Filed under: Unrelated — Celia Rexselin @ 5:57 pm

Time for a rhyme !

I don’t know how many of you people read or listened to such a one last. But we at our company get to hear this every now and then !!

Keep guessing where I got it from !

I am a good dame
i would not like my exuses to be lame
rather prefer to be tame
and take the blame
for the game
is always the same
did you know my name?
you can’t beat someone of this fame
might sound like a game
but it’s a lot more serious aim
now code and test the same
listen – some work just came
so remember my name
and don’t talk about any blame

Well , guessed it ? Nope ? okay. This happens to be the conversation between my boss friend and my associate friend .. Now you’ll know why I gave this title to this post 😉

February 12, 2005

Cyber Age Movie Story

Filed under: Unrelated — Celia Rexselin @ 3:00 pm

Hero is a software engineer. He does not have a life worth speaking of. He spends eighteen hours a day in the office working and browsing the net.

Heroine is a software engineer in the same company. She does not have a life either. She spends eight hours in front of her PC, thirteen Hours in front of the TV and the remaining, sleeping.

One day, Hero meets Heroine in a staff meeting. They argue endlessly about the insanity of Microsoft applications.Especially Outlook 2003 and MSN Messenger.

Couple of such fights later, Heroine is found drinking coffee with Hero in Office canteen.

“What is life?” asks the Hero looking at the vacuum right above her head.”I’ve been wondering too.” sighs the heroine.
“Why are we fighting over these products?” Hero drinks his black coffee.”And why are we not talking about Lotus Notes” Heroine sips her Latte.

Hero shakes his head. “It’s not about software products. It is about life. I guess life is much bigger than Outlook 2003 and the Messenger.”

Heroine nods. “I think it is. I am not sure though. Do you know that Microsoft has come up with a fix to that bug you’ve been using to prove Outlook is a worthless piece of garbage?”

“Heroine,” Hero is now determined, “From this moment onwards, I am not discussing anything remotely related to software.”

“Fine Hero,” says Heroine, “Good bye then.”

Hero then returns all the Sybase manuals to the library and rents out “how to live a life?”

Heroine meanwhile gets into an altercation with the villain during a conversation on Sharepoint server. Villain vows to format the hard disk of the heroine. Heroine takes her PC and runs away from the cubicle trying to escape from the villain’s evil intentions. Since it is night shift, no one comes to her rescue.

Hero, who has been reading “how to live a life” very seriously, suddenly finds out that he loves the heroine as much as he used to love Solitaire and Minesweeper.

So hero messages Heroine on Yahoo Instant messenger. But there is no reply. Hero does not understand it. He knows that the heroine is supposed to be in night shift. What is she doing in Night shift if not on Yahoo Instant Messenger? As far as he knew that was what people are supposed to do in night shift.

Hero senses trouble. He runs barefooted on the Information Superhighway and reaches office just in time to see the villain snatch the PC out of heroine’s hands and type the command “Format C:\”. When his fingers get to the “Enter” key, hero delivers the killer punch on villain’s face. Villain is thrown back. But in the process he manages to press the Enter key…

The world comes to a standstill. The sky roars. The Rain pours.
Heroine breaks down. Villain is on cloud nine. But our Hero isn’t sad.
He is smiling. Villain cannot understand. Hero then says, “Villain,
You should learn DOS properly. Your grave mistake…”. He shows the
monitor to Villain. The DOS command prompt says “Are you sure?”. It is
waiting for a “Y” to commence the formatting operation. Hero then
simply presses “N”.

Villain cries in frustration “Nooooooo” and charges like a bull. Then
follows a lengthy fight. Heroine meanwhile calls the police and they
come right after hero beats the villain to pulp. Without asking any
questions, the police understood who is the hero and who is villain and
took him into custody. Heroine..(tears in her eyes) takes her PC,
switches it on and jumps with joy when she finds her favorite Calvin
and Hobbs collection intact in her C drive.

“You saved my data” she exclaims.
“No, you saved it yourself.” hero says.
“No.. God saved. I didn’t” she cries.
“Nothing happened na.” Hero consoles.

“Let us get married” heroine sheds some more tears, “I want someone by
my side to protect the Calvin and Hobbs collection on my PC”.
“I love you Heroine” says the hero.
“I love you Hero” says the heroine.

“So you agree that Outlook 2003 is a bad product”.
“No I don’t. Why not we talk about Lotus notes?”

The End

February 10, 2005

Leaf departure is ‘coz of Wind pursuit

Filed under: Unrelated — Celia Rexselin @ 8:46 pm

Oye ! I liked this forward that I received from a friend of mine.Hope you like it too!! 🙂


People call me “Tree”.

I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U. There is one girl who I love a lot but never dared to go after. She didn’t have a pretty face, good figure or an outstanding charm. She was just a very ordinary girl. I liked her. I really liked her. I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her was that I felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a good match for me. I was also afraid that after we were together all the feelings would vanish. I was also afraid other’s gossip would hurt her.

I felt that if she were my girl, she’d be mine ultimately & I didn’t have to give up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years. She watched me chase other girls, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years.

She was a good actor, and me a demanding director. When I kissed my second girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled & said, “Go on!” before running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I did not want to know what caused her to cry. Later that day, I returned from soccer training to get something & watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so. My fourth girlfriend did not like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she is not the type that will start the quarrel. However, I still sided my girlfriend. I shouted at her & ignored her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she was laughing & joking with me like nothing happened. I know she was hurt but she did not know deep down inside I was hurt too.

When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out. Later that day, I told her I had something to tell her. I told her about my break up. Coincidentally, she has something to tell me too, about her getting together. I knew who the person was. His pursuit for her had been the talk of the School. I did not show her my heartache, just smiles & best wishes. Once I reached home, I could not breathe. Tears rolled & I broke down. How many times have I seen her cry for the man who did not acknowledge her presence?

During graduation, I read a SMS in my hp. It said, “Leaf’s departure is because of Wind’s pursuit. Or because Tree didn’t ask her to stay”


People call me Leaf.

During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as buddy kind. However, when he had his first girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt – Jealousy. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my happiness. But after a month, he got together with another girl.

I liked him & I know he liked me. But why won’t he pursue me? Since he loves me why he didn’t he make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. After some time, I began to suspect that this was one-sided love. If he didn’t like me, why did he treat me so well? It’s beyond what you will normally do for a friend. I know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can’t expect me a girl, to ask him. Despite that, I still wanted to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping that one day, he will come to love me. Because of this, I waited for him. Sometimes, I wondered if I should continue waiting. The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years.

At the end of my 3rd year, a junior pursues me. Everyday he pursues me. He’s like the cool & gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from a tree. In the end, I realized that I wanted to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know the wind will bring the leaf to a better land. Finally, leaf left the tree, but the tree only smiled & didn’t ask me to stay.

Leaf’s departure is because of Wind’s pursuit. Or cause Tree didn’t ask her to stay.


Because I like a girl called leaf. Because she’s so dependent on tree, so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 month after I was transferred to this new school. I saw a petite person look ing at my seniors & me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends, looking at him. When he talks with girls, there’s jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there’s a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like, she likes to look at him.

One day, she didn’t appear. I felt something missing. I can’t explain the feeling except it’s a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note & gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled & accepts the note. The next day, she appeared & passes me a note and left.

It read, “Leaf’s heart is too heavy and wind couldn’t blow her away.”

“It’s not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree.” I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me & accept my presents & phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can’t remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know, she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope.

Hoping that she will agree to be my girlfriend. I didn’t hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked, “What are you doing? How come you didn’t want to reply?” She said, “I’m nodding my head”. “Ah?” I could n’t believe my ears. “I’m nodding my head” She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place & press her doorbell. During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.

Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn’t ask her to stay…


In love, we win very rarely, but when love is true, even if you lose, you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself.

There comes a time when we stop loving someone, not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out that, they’d be happier if we let go….

Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss?


There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind, but keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world. It’s the beginning of a new life. Happiness lies for those who cry those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched our lives.

A great love? It’s when you shed tears and still you care for them, it’s when they ignore you and still you long for them. It’s when they begin to love another and yet you smile and say, “I’m happy for you.” If love fails, set yourself free, let your heart spread its wings and fly again. Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies, you never have to die with it.

The strongest people are not those who always win but those who stand back up when they fall. Somehow, along the course of life, you learn about yourself and realize that there should never be regrets, only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you’ve made.

Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on.

It’s more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly. Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever. ..

It’s best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that’s available. It’s best to wait for the right one because life is too short to waste on just someone.

—– well , is it a good one?

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