Tuesday, 11 September 2012

日本語 - Japanese Part I



Sometimes weekends are more hectic than weekdays, especially when you have to cleanup your cupboard that you yourself have messed up. You can’t even blame others. Last weekend when I was cleaning my cupboard, found a bunch of CDs and books. My Japanese books. First let me tell you proudly that, I do know Japanese language.

It was sometime, after my placement to the IT Company, when our company gave us this opportunity to learn Japanese language. Company appointed a teacher for us, and our classes started in our college itself (as we haven’t joined the company yet). On very first day, when we entered the class, saw a south Indian (?) teacher welcoming us. Later on we came to know that she, Miss Momita, was from Orissa. Our question was, how can she teach us Japanese? We were expecting someone from Japan. (And that was the first learning… don’t expect anything from your company.) First day she taught us the Japanese numbers in a form of a (funny) poem. All of us, who just knew the spelling for word ‘Japanese’, were actually learning the words in Japanese. First day ended with learning and practicing few letters in Japanese script. After 2 hours session, we were coming out like winners of the game while Miss Momita, giving us “Picture abhi baki hai mere dost” wala look.
 
In few days, we got our books and our hard time started. Japanese is really tough language. 1st of all the script is different and secondly words are difficult to pronounce. As our teacher was from Orissa, she used to pronounce the word differently (in oriya accent) while we maharashtrians used to give marathi accent to the word. We were giving Indian touch to the Japanese language :). Miss Momita was very strict, and used to scold us a lot. Thankfully one of our friend already had an experience with Japanese, and according to us she was the master. She was the only one who used to complete the homework on time. And we being honest students and future engineers used to copy paste whole the thing from someone else’s book. So homework was either done by all or none. Though we were in the college, bunking the Japanese class was not at all allowed, Japanese was always better than Miss Momita’s punishment :P.  With a start of our final year PL, company stopped the classes.

Exam ended and our Japanese classes started again, now in the office :D obviously college was not allowing the company to conduct their classes in the college class rooms. I still remember the day, when we entered the company premises on SB road. We didn’t event know where to park our two wheelers. We parked our vehicles intelligently and entered the reception desk. The person at the desk already knew about us and gave us a sheet to sign and enter as visitor. One of the training rooms was assigned for our Japanese classes. Wow… such a big room it was. Room had centralized AC, every desk with a desktop, pen and notepad, bright lights and speakers in the room. All these things were really fascinating at that time, especially when we were entering to our first company...for the first time...

Japanese classes were going on. We were learning new words and grammar everyday. We used to relate every newly learned Japanese word with some other word irrespective of the language. It was difficult to store such a huge set of new words with new pronunciation, so we tried to find out easier ways to remember them. Every week we used to have objective written exam and orals. We were consistently performing (horribly) in the exams. Days were passing with our teacher scolding us for our mistakes and admiring us for our hard work. Gradually we also came to know that our Miss Momita was really good at her heart was scolding us just to motivate us.

Finally when we were quite acquainted with this new language, Miss Momita told us the real scenario. We were supposed to appear for the JLPT exams which have 4 levels and our company wanted us to clear directly 2nd level exam (for JLPT pattern it's level 3). We were shocked but had no other option. Our teacher told us the exam pattern, which includes 1 objective paper on Japanese grammar, 1 objective paper on Japanese vocabulary, and 1 objective paper on Japanese listening. We were ok with grammar and vocabs sections but now what’s this Japanese listening. In listening section, you have to listen to a Japanese conversion and have to answer the question at end of the conversion. Miss Momita gave us few CDs, having Japanese conversions. Hehehehehehe… :) :) :) Our reaction after listing to those CDs. I swear couldn’t understand a single word. Whenever teacher used to take these conversion sessions we used to laugh, sometimes at pronunciations, sometimes at there speed, sometimes on our own condition.

With all this HAPPENING we finished our Japanese class. Now we were ready with all our weapons to win the Japanese battle. But the truth was we… the worriers were unaware of these weapons. Just 10 days after our classes finished our engineering results came out and company wanted us to join… now as an employee… all the JLPT people joining location – Kolkata. Thanks to Japanese once again… This Japanese took us to from the Arabian Sea to the Bay of Bengal…

Monday, 27 August 2012

Beginning…



 I being a good blog finder and a reader, one of my friends asked me regarding blogging. First let me clear, it’s quite easy to be a good blog finder if you have time and all my friends knows that I m not a GOOD reader. My friend was asking me about writing a blog, like how to write, where to post the blogs, how to publish it, its privacy settings etc. I felt so happy that she wanted to write something and I know the platform where she can present it. I told her whatever info I have, also gave her the links for my favorite and thus good blogs. 
 
My first and eager question to her was, “what will u write about?” Yes… whenever I think of my blog, question comes to me, “what to write next?”. We are not like a factory, given a requirement producing fixed length and width product every day. It’s all about our thoughts and moods that flow on paper… anytime… anywhere… To my surprise, friend is ready with her 1st post which she will just polish a bit and blog is ready for inauguration.
 
As she does not want to disclose about her writings, post, thoughts to everyone, I also won’t disclose her name. Let’s call her “Miss A”. So now, you know, new blog is on its way, written by a Girl and she is single. Knowing this, few of you might be more interested in her… for them all the best, hope the blog link reaches to you by some or the other way …


Dear Miss A,
 Welcome to this beautiful world of Words…

Let us get drench in your thoughts…

Let us get awake with your voice…

Let us open up with your beautiful words…

Let us see this world through your eyes…

Let us see this world through your eyes…


When you met me...



When we met first, were complete strangers…
With blank faces but lots of questions in heart

When we met next, questions were loud…
still not expecting the truth

and then on… 
whenever we meet no need to ask any question… 
as we don’t even need the truth to believe one another…

Heart can not lie to its own…!!!

The Thread...


The day of happiness...
The day of teasing...
The day of care...
The day of faith...
The day of feeling of security...
The day of gifts...
The day of sweets...
The day of support...
The day of childhood memories...
The day of grown up dreams...
The day of best friends...
The day of best enemies...
The day of brothers and their sisters...
The day of common thread between them...
The day of Rakhi…
 

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

The Gift...


It was his 1st birthday after their marriage… She was so excited to gift him something special.Though they had love marriage and she knew all his liking, she was confused. She wanted to gift him something that he will really love and will make his day memorable.She called up their few friends and arranged surprise party for him. Went for shopping and came back with lots of gifts wrapped in shining paper, that will bring big smile on his face.

Just a day before his birthday, she was out for shopping, to buy some food items n other stuff.. She stopped at the shop and buy another gift for him. Next day they spent whole day together… She cooked for him, they had party in the evening, he met all his old friends, after such a long time… She was yet to give any of the gifts. He was also waiting  for her gift but did not say anything. After party they went for long drive and then she gifted him with… Rubik's Cube… The gift was unique… Puzzles always used to excite him… He was impressed.



He started solving the cube colors whenever he gets time. It was an easy puzzle for him. Everyday he used to solve it partially and used to leave home in the morning. When he used to come back, all the efforts he had put were used be in vain, someone used to change everything and each face of cube used to have almost every color. Initially he thought, it's his wife who tries to solve the puzzle but could not and with all her efforts things are becoming tough. But he was happy, his wife was taking interest in his liking. A lot of days passed, but none of them could solve the cube, Not his wife nor he, because of his wife.

Then came a long weekend and he decided to finish up with the puzzle. He struggled for the whole day, and when he was almost done, got friend’s call. He received the call, put the cube on table. After half an hr when he came back to the room and wanted to resume with his puzzle, found his wife attempting with the cube. He saw, his wife was not trying to solve the puzzle, but she was making it unsolved again… He got frustrated and screamed at her, ”what the hell r u doing, I spent my whole day in solving this, n now u r ruining all my effort”. He was very angry, now he knew why he could not solve the puzzle for so many days. With all anger he left the home.

Cool wind had it's job done… he was back with his happy go lucky temper and was convinced with her genuine efforts and his mistake as well. It was almost 10.30 pm when he returned back. She was sleeping on her side of bed and a letter was resting in peace, on his side. He read it and fall in love with her… again… 





Friday, 26 August 2011

आभाळ…

हे आभाळ छोटसं तिच्या पुरतं..
ते आभाळ दूरवर पसरलेलं

ह्या आभाळची तिच्यावर प्रचंड माया…
ते आभाळ तिच्या मायेवर जगणारं…

ह्या आभाळनी तिचं बालपण जपलायं…
ते आभाळ तिच्या बालपणाला समजूतदारपनाची किनार जोडतंय..

हे आभाळ नेहीमीच जुन्या आठवणिनी भरून आलेलं…
ते आभाळ आठवणींचा वर्षाव करून मोकळं झालेल…

ह्या आभाळात असंख्य स्वप्नांचे तारे…
ते आभाळ डोळ्यातल्या स्वप्नाना चमक देणारं…

हे आभाळ भरभरून प्रेम आणि सुख देणारं…
ते आभाळ आव्हानं आणि त्यापाठोपाठ समाधान घेऊन जागवणनार…

हे आभाळ निरांजनातल्या दिव्या सारखं शांत…
ते आभाळ पावसाच्या थेंबांसारखा बरसंनार….

हे आभाळ तिचं.. छोटसं तिच्या पुरतं…
ते आभाळ सुद्धा तिचं, तिला ओढ लावणारं…