The GREEN MIRCHI Philosophy

Talking about Green Mirchi, a simple philosophy crossed my mind. Green Mirchi is small but has distinct taste. For some people, Green Mirchi is simply negligible, unimportant, or even avoided. But for some others, it's compulsory, wanted, missed and able to make a big difference. It depends on the people themselves, whether they are accustomed to the presence of Green Mirchi or not. 

Use this simple analogy for a person with a Green Mirchi personality. This person may have little presence, or literally an unimportant person. He or she has a very strong distinct character which is only acceptable for some people, but unacceptable for others. Think of any person around u, there must be some people with this characteristics or he/she could probably be us!! ;)

Green Mirchi person is totally loved by people who are accustomed to it. But Green Mirchi would have problem with new people. He/she has difficulties to be accepted in new environment. Just because new people are not accustomed to his/her distinct character. This would likely happen when a person enters a totally new culture, especially if he/she still bring his/her own set of culture, which is very distinct. The best solution for Green Mirchi to be accepted is to get new people try it, slowly, and let them get accustomed with its presence.

But how to get people to try? Probably through people who love Green Mirchi. They can encourage other people to get to know Green Mirchi better. Well, there's a possibility that they would not like it, but there's a good chance that they would fall in love with it...

Moral of the story? Well... if u happen to identify Green Mirchi people around u. Do give her/him a chance to mix with new environment. It's a good thing to do...

A Changed Time......An Unchanged Surrounding..!!

It’s a funny feeling—the one when you’re revisiting a place that was once where you called ‘home.’ Approaching the intersections and the roads you used to walk on can suddenly bring on an array of emotions—sadness, happiness, anger. Why the resentment? Because now you’re that much older looking back at a time that, although full of its own choices and dilemmas, seemed so much simpler than the days that now lie ahead. I started my first job at a software firm, whose offices are in the heart of Hyderabad, one being couple of blocks from my old apartment. I only lived in this apartment for a year, and at the time, it didn’t hold all that much sentimental meaning.  But, walking down those streets four years later hit me hard. I looked around me, begging to see some familiarity, which thankfully, was there. But although some of the businesses were still up and running, others changed hands or closed down. Typical of a big city like Hyderabad. But, change is hard to accept —even if it’s for the better. It’s almost like I was hoping that the neighbourhood would freeze in time, where nothing would age and where the streets would still remember my footprints, my touch.

I guess I can only hope that those footprints, although buried four years deep, are still making their mark.