Blog's Marathon

Dear Readers,
Its my pleasure to share that my blog stats number (viewer counts) have crossed 10,000 :) Writing and sharing has been a very cherishing part of my life. With accelerators and brakes have been able to reach this milestone. Thanks to all my readers for your love in the form of visits and encouragement in the form of comments :) 

Keep reading dear blogdosts :)

~~Cheers~~
   Komal
"Dream. But don't make it the end of all"

Customer Delight Experience

As I entered the shop, I was nervous. I had spent one entire day for planning and making the surprises for the occasion of friendship day. It was the last and most important step, and I prayed it go right. I was in a printout shop, Lepakshi, Hyderabad. And the surprise was posters and photographs. Well on an ordinary day it might not sound a great deal. But when your eyes & heart have wandered and imagined the reaction on receiving the surprise from loved ones, you want it to go flawless.

One amongst the staff came over and enquired the requirements. I started off with simple color printout. As he took my pendrive and starting seeing the folders, my requirements became more specific. First I made him resize photographs to different sizes. He did so very patiently. Then I enquired about the different type of papers used for color prints and posters. Before I could direct him regarding non wastage of color prints, he himself gave black n white prints and asked me to check if this meets my requirements. I smiled, verified and gave a nod. One part was done.

Then I enquired for posters. A4, A3, biggest one, smallest one. Will the poster lose its quality on a bigger size? Should I opt for A4 or A3? I was confused. He asked me to show the posters. After seeing them he assured me that I should opt for A3 as they will look perfect and not lose the quality at all.  Still, I wasn’t sure. He understood and gave one black and white and color print for one of the poster. I was aware only of the b&w print. He got and waited for my “okay signal”. Immediately he went and got the color one. I took few seconds after looking at the lovely poster to react. I took off smile from my face and told him, “bhaiyya why did you give color print w/o me telling to do so. If I wouldn’t have liked this, still you would have charged me for this waste print also”. He smiled and said, “No ma’am. That’s why I only showed first the bnw one. If you would not have approved, I wouldn’t show you the color poster nor charge for it. Also I will not be charging you for the black and white verification prints”.  One after another all the posters were in my hand and I was happy at the execution.

Still my work was not over. I asked him to single out all photographs from the main sheet, so that I wouldn’t have any work left after I reach home. All this while, the other staffs were talking to him in local language which I do not understand. But from the gestures I could make out they were being annoyed with my polite demands and their staff’s smiling adherence. But the guy did not pay any heed to them and continued what he thought was his duty. Once the small photographs were ready, I asked him punch machine and scale for posters. He asked me the purpose and I explained him. He fetched me those from the adjacent shop [this is called walking extra mile. It was not obligatory on his part and a simple “not there ma’am” would have done]. As I did my work, I started rolling the posters neatly, taking care not to spoil them while I fit them in my bag. As soon as I rolled he got me a rubber band and a “fit to size” plastic cover.

At this point the guy enquired if I had made those friendship day posters myself. When I replied with a yes he said “they are really very nice ma’am”. And it was one more step into my happiness. Then I kept everything in my bag and with a sigh of relief finally asked him “Haan bhaiyya kitna hua in sabka [who much for all this?]. I haven’t enquired any rates because all I wanted was work well done. As the guy worked out the details, I took out the money and handed him over.  As he brought me the change I tipped him decently and said a biggg thanku. He was all into smiles now. He turned back to the other staff members and started talking in local language. All I could understand walking out of the shop was that he was happy to giveback answer to the other staff in their face :) And I was happy seeing my work in hand.

The happiness of the receivers :)

My Kaidi number 347 :) Dishluuu

And the precious smiles :)

P.S:  This might sound as an over exaggerated post. But I have had deadly experiences of reprinting an entire project, suffering the cost of a color print for 100 pages when I had asked for black n white and lot many. I truly regard this as a customer delight experience. 

Move from battameezi to besharmi

Theeee dazzling box office hit of YJHD[Yeh Jawaani Hai Diwani] with Ranbir Kapoor yet again stealing the show is hardly out of big screem and new promo of "Besharam" is making the noise. In the first it looks to be another "Drive It RK movie". With some cheesy dialogues which suits only this dude,here is the first official trailer :) 

P.S: Awaiting with all smiles because the release month is October :) 

Summer Love - A2

Aashiqui 2 - One set of people found the movie depressing with an end on a low note. Another set found it to be purrfect to the extent it could have been. You could have made it out by now that i belong to the second one. I liked it because it was not one of those movies where all of a sudden it becomes possible for the hero to undergo rehabilitation and overcome the addiction just because of the girl and as usual ends with a note "....And they lived happily everafter".

This movie captured minute emotions so beautifully and the characters played it class apart. Kudos to the entire team of A2 for the great work. This is on my list of movies now that i would love watching over again and again without clinging onto the depression but rather enjoying the pure intentions of love. 

My favorite songs are not the most demanded by public. I personally loved "Tu ye mujhko bata de, caahun mai ya na.." with girls lyrics being the best. 

                                         :) Aarohiii Keshav Kshirke :)

Another of my favorite is: " Bhula dena mujhe...Hai alvida tujhe...Tujhe Jeena hai mere bina". More than the original video, i liked this  from youtube. It is simple, different and touching :)

P.S: Sorry if any of the A2 "non-lovers" bumped into this post :) 

Feeling connected!

While I have been blessed with Xerox looks of my mom, I am 100% blessed with Xerox characteristics of dad. A self-happy realization of this summer. Busy throughout in my own world, college, career I didn't get so much free time that I have got now. With my dream journey complete and joining a thing of October, I have got time to do lot of things I always longed to do but couldn't do due to time constraint.  While this summer has given me umpteen memories that I shall cherish throughout, this memory needed special mention.

Honestly, I have always been busy and connecting to mom’s life and never tried to take a closer look at dad’s. Well it’s because my mom loves talking about their childhood days, family details, how they lived and loved each other. On the other hand I never got to learn how my dad was in his 20’s, who his friends were, what he liked, how their family lived etc etc. The first instance of commonality between him and me. My dad too doesn't indulge in talking about himself, his past, his life before we came unless pressed for. And I realized how true it’s with me too. This was just the beginning on my path of discovery.

First time ever I got an opportunity to travel with dad all alone. Although it was just a 8 hr journey I felt sooo glad. His small gestures of waking up before me in morning and getting ready just to let me sleep little more, the stares exchanged when some guys looked at me, the parent-like care for having breakfast at a hygienic place even though if it meant walking some distance….Aahhh!!! I sensed the safety around when he was there, the love when holding his hand for crossing the road :) and I realised what importance dad holds in one’s life (specially girl’s).

Next I packed my mom’s bags and sent her to her mom’s place because she deserved rest. I assured her I will take care of dad for now that I am home. And yep, we got a week to spend together :) This too was first time because usually I had my 'Big B' around and again I use to be lost in him due to age group factor. This time it was just My Dad and Me. We got up together, did all the preparations together, two hrs in morning he would be doing his morning chores of yoga, pooja with traditional music purifying the air of home, I would be trying hard to get ready his tiffin, breakfast, bottles, managing hard to make it perfect. He would help me in everything which he otherwise demanded from mom[hehe]. That’s the beauty of a dad-daughter relationship. Soon within 2hrs the temporary queen of home would become home alone.

Dreamdad!

Engaging myself in other activities with masala music on, I would wait for the clock to hit 1pm. There would go tring tring. And it would be dad with full appreciation for the food I made. Just what I expect for the hard work I would put. His favourite dialog would be “ Mom se bhi acha banai beta tu..:)[the taste was better than your mom's beta]” and that’s it. It was equivalent to my own lunch and would charge me up to make something special for dinner :)

I would await for the lift noise at around 9pm to know dad has come. He would ask me about my day and in return I would ask how was everything at office. Then we both sat together in front of TV watching mom’s drama serials just to not miss her while actually missing. The cutest part would follow after that. He would be waiting eagerly to talk to mom but wouldn’t express it. He would ask me, “maa se bat hui kya beta, baat karni hai? [have you spoken to mom, shall I call her up now]. And sometimes I would say yes, sometimes just to tease him I would say I have already spoken and not necessary to call her :P And I would feel the peak of happiness of day when dad tell mom over the phone “komal takes care of me so nicely, once you would miss something but my beti doesn't miss anything at all” :) :) :)

Dad-Daughter Relationship :)

At the end of the week, I felt I knew my dad more closely.  The confidence, the compassion, the managerial abilities, the secretive caring nature, the travel passion, the little temper, the child-like eagerness – I derive it all from dad. And in all true sense he’s  “The Dreamdad”.

I can see the pride and connection in his eyes when he sees me doing the same things that he loved doing in his young days. He loves to see me making trips to different places all alone, managing and planning entire trips. Moreover he himself advice me on trips , what to do, which is a must visit place, what near- by things and specialties are to be watched out for – And people keep struggling with the permission itself !!! Blessed am I !!! Touch-wood for being a part of family that shares the love, bonding and trust of the families which can be epitomized for it yet with no compromise on freedom, individual desires and dreams.

I am thankful to God for having given me this time with dad, and wish I had made efforts to know him more a little while back. For all people out there, if the only learning you all can take from this post is to realize the value of each relationship in your life before it gets too late, I would say to myself job well done. What is the point in remembering a person with tears when you still have the time to do so with smiles :) :) :)

Love you dad

~~~ Cheers ~~~

Off to spend awesome time with cousins :)

Not much time left before I  shall be with my dear cousins having so much fun..! It's been two years now since I met them. While i spend nice time with them, you all check out this post of mine where i had described relationship with the place and people :) Cya..Take care:)

To be read: Small Town Girl :)

Lost and Found/Re-gifted

I already have a post on my list of things that I had lost. That’s nothing new for people who know me from close. I had the audacity to lose the most precious gifts of my life just due to my carelessness. And not just one but quite a lot of them. But this post is not to talk about my carelessness but my loving people/favorable luck. Here is a list of them:

The eye candy red watch...

1.    Remember my lost red watch? If not, let me tell you the story behind it. Three years back on my birthday, I had received probable the most expensive gift till that date. A sexy-red fast track watch which looked sexier on my hand (no it’s not a joke  :P) I loved that piece from the bottom of my heart for two reasons. First because it was my special birthday gift. And second because it was gifted by best man so far[to clear out it’s my brother, I didn’t quite have many guys in my life till then :P]  and within two months I lost it god knows where and how!!! From then on as a self-imposed punishment I stopped wearing watches which I was decently used to. My punishment ended a year back when I visited home and found the same red watch kept in my cupboard. I know I know, you all must be thinking how lucky I am :P

My Go gear!!!

2.  Then two years back, again on my birthday I was gifted a music player by my best friend to enjoy my jogs around campus. This enjoyment too lasted for about two months. But this time I know where I lost it. Someone took it away from me while I was sleeping during my travel back home in bus. No, music can never stop in my life. But yes I decided no music player ever as a punishment. And no. Don’t get me wrong that I do this drama so that I get them back. I do not disclose about these punishments to anyone. But a person who have people in their life who understands your unsaid emotions would know, how easily the things not so prominent are still observed by them. Four months back I was re-gifted the same music player again :)

My precious.....

3.   The final story is of those days when love started blossoming in life. Probably my first gift during that phase around three years back. It was a key chain, a special one. In my excitement to keep it most safe, I kept it in a place which I myself forgot. I searched and searched, took out all things of my cupboard still I couldn’t find it. There was no punishment for this because it was not a thing which mattered if I used or not. It was just that, that piece of key-chain meant special because of the person from whom I received.

As recent as 4-5 days back, my mom pulled out entire stuff that I had kept back home when I went to campus. And ordered me to check evry inch of it and remove all unwanted stuff. As I was going through some waste papers, some old memories of college and school friends, I found a familiar Archies bag. And I knew that yes it was!!! The wrapper was as new as yesterday and the key-chain was intact. All I could do was pick up phone and call up the person asking him to take back all the taunting he had bestowed on me for having lost his first gift [Not that he made me feel bad, but I had this guilt since a long time]

So as I found my last gift, the previous instances of losing and coming a full circle rushed in my mind. And I knew this would be my come back post on blog.

Post to be read: Lost Bottle, Broken Glasses.....

P.S: Thanks Laku for encouraging me in your simple words to start writing by saying that you miss my posts. And here you go…..