A Sunday Treat

Sunday O Sunday! How I wish it was everyday. I reluctantly open my eyes, the clock strikes eleven and the Sun shines the brightest. I wouldn't worry waking early and hitting the treadmill. All I have to worry is burning the extra calories eating ice cream yet I merrily relax. That's my perfect Sunday Treat.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

A dive into the sea waters

In the middle of Great Barrier Reef, the beautiful corals in South Pacific Ocean, I was screaming and trying to float wearing the life jacket after I fell from a terrific banana boat ride. The waves were so mighty that the currents pulled me in the direction opposite. Helpless, I was shouting for help and the salt water found a passage down my throat. The team that ran the water sports was angry discovering the fact that none of us on the boat could swim.

"You guys can't even swim and wanna try adventures!!!" the captain of the boat, yelled at us.

A week later, I enrolled into the swimming classes but still feared taking a dip into the pool. My batch mates were kind enough to teach me each stroke and imbibe "I can do it" attitude and we practiced every day. Soon, my fear begun to vanish and I loved to dive into the water, relax whilst floating.

Come, let's hop on to the surf board and shoo off the fear.

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Height of a mountain and depth of a sea

Ever fallen on the street glaring at the limitless sky? When we stand up wounded, we regret if we had walked observing the street, we wouldn't have fallen.

We ambitious gogetters always aim to achieve dreams and work hard day and night. We forget the small things that fetch happiness into our lives. How many of us are truly contended and happy with what we have? The answer to this question is hard to say. We climb the mountain of achievements and someday we fall into the ocean.

My father taught me this secret to happiness; to be satisfied with what you have than brooding over things we don't have... and this has been the major lesson I have learnt.

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A family tree of engineers

Most of my cousins are engineers. If I scribble a family tree with my ancestors and name their professions, most are either engineers or teachers. I have a high respect to the teachers but I wasn't inclined or fascinated to chose teaching as a profession and thus chose to be an engineer. My father and uncles are also engineers in the field of electrical, automobile, civil and mechanical but I am a computer engineer as it has been trending today. My cousins and friends work at a software company. Apart from software, there are hardware, network, design engineers. With vivid specializations, the engineering stream has umpteen branches.

The family genetics passes on to the generations, you see!

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Softwareentwicklung

Softwareentwicklung, I read aloud without understanding what it meant when I was thirteen year old holding my father's friend's business card. Uncle, as I addressed him with great respect since he was on a vacation to India from Germany and appeared a German. I was struggling to follow his English accent and felt as though I met a celebrity who still remembered his good old friend after having lost contact and spending more than a decade in the Deutschland.

"Uncle, what does soft-wa-reeen-twik-lung, mean? I have never heard that before."

"It means Software Engineer in German."

He was an Electrical Engineer by education but Softwareentwicklung by profession employed in Nuremberg in 1990's. He explained how the life is different from here and his supper would end by 6.30 in the evening. Having worked on the computers throughout the day, he looked gigantic measuring beyond 6 feet! He drove to work on his convertible BMW. The photographs from Germany looked fascinating and it is a home to the world class automobiles: Audi, Mercedez, BMW, to name a few. He bid a good-bye the next day and wrote a letter enclosing six Deustche Mark coins that are an addendum to my numismatics collection.

Whenever I look at the coins from the distant land, it reminds me how I admired the software job during the teens and glad that I am a Softwareentwicklung, its been close to a decade now.

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The Penguins Parade

I was less than ten year old when my attention was dragged by the huge flightless species called Penguins. It was during my parents visit to their acquaintance, the little ones were playing with the toy which would come down all the way from the hill and the plateau looked like roller coaster rails.

"What is this peculiar toy called?"

"Its the tenguin", said the little one who was keying it.

"Who got it for you?"

"My uncle brought it all the way from America in flight!"

I questioned my father, why none of the zoos at Mysore or Bangalore did not own them and I had faint memories of never seeing it. He convinced me that they delve in the colder regions like Arctic region or Antarctica. Penguin was a bird which could never fly though it had wings. It would swim in the waters with the long wings and preyed on the fish. It had a rich navy blue fur mistaken to be black. They female penguins would dive into the oceans in search of food and come back home with their community members during the dusk whilst the male penguins would guard home.

I was eagerly waiting for this sophisticated toy to arrive home but it never did. But I am blessed to watch them dive into the Pacific Ocean and bring home the food holding tight in their beak, huffing and puffing after a tiring swim making stone cracking squawk; in a disciplined queue.

Thanks to the Australia and New Zealand government who has strictly undertaken the preventive measures to protect these species that the penguin hunting has been banned for a years now or they would have been extinct like the African Dodo.

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XOXO

Noviembre Blogging Challenge

I have signed up the writing challenges for Noviembre. Every time I signed up, I would stop midway though I had uploaded the eye catchy logos on the scroll bar. So this time, I had made up my mind to flaunt off the writing challenges logos when I cross the finish line. But had to include them as a link back to continue further posts.
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