A lazy day at work...

YAWWWWNNNNN!!! Its’ a very lazy day…I came at 10 a.m. to the office although I was in the Morning Shift…just didn’t feel like coming…and the moment I have come, I am yawning @ 157 yawns per hour!! I got a major request to finish up before I leave for B’lore on 11th …but I don’t want to do it…..another YAWWNN…just woke up from a 10 minute nap!! I had put my head down on the desk and fell asleep…somehow I am just too good at it…when it comes to sleeping…anywhere, anytime!!...still another YAWWWWWWWNNN I still remember I used to sleep in the bus on my way to the college and back…but the special feature of that way of sleeping was, I used to be standing in the bus in absence of a free seat…don’t be surprised….YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNN……and to break the series, my PL pinged me to come over…he’ll eat my precious time with some junk and irrelevant stuff….I better go and meet him…who knows if something interesting comes over…anyways miracles are hard to happen…!!! YAWWWWWWNNNN!!!

Around the corner...

Palak was a close friend…Suddenly I got a call where a common friend of ours told me that Palak got murdered…one of the greatest shocks of my life…thoughts went flashing back with the moments spent with him…we were in school for 14 years…pretty long time…happy moments, sad moments, small fights, birthday parties, Unit Tests in the school when Palak always cheated from my notebook….used to call me up before each exam to check out whether I was thoroughly prepared or not…school picnics…his affairs…I knew about all his girlfriends…his terrific smile…It was more of a Laughter than Smile…Palak always used to call me a month before my actual birthday….this time too he did that…and that was the last time I talked to him…I guess not everything can be put in words…

It was Palak’s birthday on 23rd ….this poem is dedicated to Palak…my school friend…

"Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end.

Yet days go by and weeks pass on,
And before I know a year is gone.

And never I see my friend’s face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.

He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days I rang his bell.

And he rings mine we were younger then,
And now we are a busy tired men.

Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.

Tomorrow, I say, I will call on Jim,
Just to say I am thinking of him.

But tomorrow comes n’ tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows n’ grows.

Around the corner yet miles away,
And here is a telegram sir, Jim died today.

And this is what we deserve in the end,
Around the corner a vanished friend…"

I don't like...

I was tagged a long time back but somehow didn’t get a chance to write about the things that I don’t like…So here goes the list…you have the choice to stop in between ‘coz the list might be really long!!

I don’t like Summers, they irritate me. I find them really depressing…more so because I have this problem of getting blisters on my soles and the blisters are in full BLOOM in summers.

I don’t like pretentions…people pretending to be someone what they aren’t, talking in OH So Sweet tone…why can’t they be “just themselves”!!!

I don’t like Pizzas….I am just too tired of them…had enuff of it!! People who get happy and excited about going to a Pizza Joint astonish me!

I don’t like anything that is shabby…I have a strong dislike of people who keep themselves and their homes shabby…there’s something so negative and repulsive about the very word SHABBY.

I don’t like thin people…especially the ones who can go on and on and on eating like a ********** . How I wish people not putting on weight even after they hog chocolates, ice-creams, burgers, chips, cakes, pastries, and I can keep on listing down all that mouth watering, weight enhancing stuff. Altough now I don't need to mention but FYI, Iam a complete FOODIE!!!

I have a STRONG disliking towards people who think twice before laughing properly…I am still in the process of coming up with a reasonable reason why people get conscious while laughing! Why can’t they just laugh their heart out!


I don’t like people who lie to their parents! I find it completely sick!! The very thought of you lying to ur parents pisses me off….

I dislike people who take too long to take decisions and still remain confused about whatever they have decided.

I don’t like the concepts of Right and Wrong…I don’t relate to these terms…how can one just categorize everything as Right and Wrong. What seems to be right to me may be wrong for someone else…and each one of us have a reason whatever we do…what is the need to place everything in the domains of Right and Wrong…

I dislike people who don’t value Time.

I have a real yuckcky feeling towards insects of all kinds. Don’t actually have a reason for it but somehow they seem to be so eeeeeeekkkkkkkssssssss!!

I hate all Ekta Kapoor serials….they are simply disgusting full of women with their faces painted to scare people off…

I don’t like the idea of settling down abroad… the very thought of living on a land that’s not yours is scary…

I don’t like my friends moving away…I hate bidding Good-Byes to my loved ones…

God!! The list seems to be really long…but there’s lot more to add…anyways I guess this is fine enuff to torture the readers!!!

aging...

I happened to read George Carlin's Views on Aging... found it worth mentioning on my blog...

Here it goes...

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.
"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.
"How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. . YOU BECOME 21.
YESSSS!!!
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa!
Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50
and your dreams are gone.
But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.
You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!
You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

These might help...

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them "

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9 Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Interesting Sunday...

I watched a late night show of MI3 on Saturday night…Sunday morning was so good a time to sleep, when the alarm started making noise, I thought of skipping the meeting I was supposed to attend with the volunteers of “Teaching to visually impaired drive”…but somehow the “sincere and responsible” part in me was strong enough for me to make it in the meeting on time…right on time…Shabbir, I, Piyush and Kasi met at Jogeshwai Station at 10:30. We were supposed to visit Tanya Balsara, a visually challenged girl who teaches computers at one of the places in Jogeshwari. We happened to know about her through one of the acquaintances and thought of meeting her to hone our teaching methods to the kids at VMS (Victoria Memorial School for the Blind).

Shabbir had talked to Tanya regarding the meeting and taken down her address…we came out of the station and the sight was pretty anticipated, people pouring in from all sides, since it had rained sometime back, it wasn’t very clean a sight. Looking for the landmarks, the four of us entered this place that was bang opposite the Jogeshwari station…it was a Parsi Colony…and GOSH what a place that was!!! I could never ever dream of such a place in Mumbai and that too SO close to Jogeshwari station! All greenery around with beautiful bunglows…a school, a fire temple in the campus itself…what a lovely place!! The most ideal place to take a walk or read a book or write something...

We finally reached Tanya’s house…an amazingly beautiful, cosy but not very small bunglow…I wasn’t getting a break from admiring everything around…we met Tanya and her sister…parsi gals are SO pretty…fair n’ flawless skin…lovely eyes…cute smile…any normal guy can fall for them!! And Tanya’s eyes were really beautiful…they seemed to carry the reflection of her clean heart…I was getting so confused about what all to admire at one time…the lovely colony, the beautiful bunglow, Tanya’s innocent smile, or the flawless skin of Tanya and her sis…!!

We were discussing things with Tanya when her friend Vishnu joined in…he introduced himself as a VMS passout and currently working as a programmer in Emphasis…Vishnu gave us really valuable inputs as in making the kids at VMS proficient in English, mathematics and logic right from the start because that is what makes a difference down the line…we happened to talk about the career paths the kids could take in computers once they pass out from the school and stuff…It felt really great to know that Tanya was a Xavier’s graduate while Vishnu pursued programming out of his interest after doing his Bachelor’s in Political Science from Wadia, Pune…we talked about how they went ahead with their interest in computers, what problems they faced and how they managed to overcome…Vishnu talked about his experiences while coding in VB and .NET…Shabbir, I, Kasi and Piyush were listening with questions in between…then we were introduced to Tanya’s dad…when he entered in the room, his face looked so familiar…I was struggling hard to recollect where had I seen this man before…my struggle went on till he introduced himself as, “Hi! I am Sam Balsara…Tanya’s dad.”; and I was like Oh, Sam Balsara…and then SAM BALSARA…(if you people aren’t aware, search for this name on Google and you’ll relate to my reactions…). Anyways we talked to Sam as Tanya’s dad wherein he asked us about our initiative, gave inputs from his side and stuff…finally Tanya gave us a hands on demo on how and what she teaches the kids about computers…

We finally took leave from Tanya and her parents scheduling our next meeting with her at the institute itself. I couldn’t help mentioning to Tanya’s mom how beautiful their bungalow was wherein she told us that it was their ancestral bungalow and was some “100” odd years old…on my way back I was too full of thoughts and emotions to ponder upon…right from admiring the awesome place to Tanya’s and her sis’ flawless skin, Tanya’s graduating from Xavier’s to Vishnu learning programming on his own to his working as a software professional and coding in VB and .NET to acting upon the valuable inputs we got from them to meeting Sam Balsara in person…while I was sitting there in the local train on my way back to Borivali, I patted my back for getting up early on Sunday morning after a late Saturday night…or else I would have missed the whole experience which was unique and special in so many ways…quite an interesting Sunday…

Too Often...

Too often we don't realize
What we have until it is gone
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong."
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
We hold dearest to our hearts
And we allow foolish things
To tear our lives apart.
Far too many times we let
Unimportant things into our minds
And then it's usually too late
To see what made us blind.
So be sure that you let people know
How much they mean to you
Take that time to say the words
Before your time is through.
Be sure that you appreciate
Everything you've got
And be thankful for the little things
in life that mean a lot.

Meri Chunnu!!

Sheenu left for USA today…sounds very casual for a software engineer to go “onsite”…but for me, she isn’t a “software engineer”…she never was…I am finding it pretty much difficult to put into words what she means to me…all these days since her going to USA is decided, I had been pushing the thought forward of spending days without her…its’ been more than a year and a half we have been living together…infact “had been” living together…today, when I had no space to push any thought forward…there I was standing and facing it…when she checked in and said “Goodbye”, I simply hugged her tight…words failed to come out…all I could manage to say was “take care”… as she moved away all the moments we spent together…good and bad, happy and sad were dancing in front of my eyes… I felt so helpless and suffocated in the hands of time…a phase of life seemed to come to an end…why can’t everything remain the same?? Why everything has to come to an end?? Why can’t the people whom we love SO much be with us always….Sheenu has been with me day in and day out for the past one and a half years…she has understood me, accepted and respected me for what I am, she has seen me go through the good and bad phases of life, been there for me always, and suddenly I realize that she’s gone…far far away…for the past few months, all my friends had been moving away…each time I went to say “goodbye”, I came home and cried but had a balancing thought of having someone whom I could hug tightly whenever I felt lonely, someone with whom I could quarrel without a reason with the faith that she’ll come back to ask me what happened, someone who understood my silence, someone who never gave a second thought of bashing me up!! Today when she’s gone, I am feeling awful…inspite of knowing “that life doesn’t stop”…”that friends are always there…just a call away”…”that this is the way of life”….”that I’ll be meeting more wonderful people in the days to come”…I am still feeling awful….

At this moment, when I sit down and write all this stuff…I can’t stop the tears rolling down…I am actually tired of bidding Good byes to people…I feel I have developed kind of a fear of getting attached to people ‘coz when they move away, all you are left with is memories and tears…

Chunnu!! I am gonna miss you so much!! Your saying “TUTS tooot jao”…”jasta dista tasta nasta”…”tutu lipstick laga do”…your order and farmayish for “aalloo baingan”…”you not leaving a single chance to embarrass me (calling me MOMMY in the restaurant and the waiter staring at me)”…your taking decades to get ready for the most casual occasion and me shouting at you continuously…you fluttering your eyes every now n’ then…your “maroing adayein” all the time…our zordar quarrels on SAMETIME with those HIGH FUNDU filmi dialogues…irritating you by repeating whatever you said…our CHANGU-MANGU jodi going on date-shate….GAWD the list seems to never end...!!! Sheenu, for me will never be what she is in front of the world, infact I can never ever like her that way…for me Sheenu will always remain my Chunnu…

But at the end of day, this is life…it doesn’t stop…distances don’t rule feelings…emotions can never be controlled on the parameters of time and physical presence…I don’t know when will be the next time I’ll meet Sheenu…may be after one and a half years…or who knows I’ll join her in US of A in few months…even I am a “software engineer” you see!!!

Chunnu, you have made a difference in my life…Thanks for being there…love you INNNNNAA SAAARAAAA!!

humor Vs sentiments

I happened to read Sidin’s interview on one of the sites while browsing; its’ quite interesting to find a guy who is an IIM-A pass out and who left a decent job to take “writing” as a full time profession!! Since then I have been visiting his blog. One fine day I randomly jumped to another blog via Sidin’s blog and have become a big time fan of this chap called Abhinav! I really admire people who have a good sense of humor and my admiration grows all the more when they can map their “sense of humor” into words!! This guy seems to be just too good at it…everytime I am pissed off from this place called “office” or when work stops fascinating me (not that I am fascinated by it at any point of time!), I simply read this blog and end up giggling!!


When I read Abhinav’s blog, I was forced to think about the content on my blog and I was astonished to find out that the whole stuff on my blog was so “senti” and “nostalgic”!!! I had/ have no intentions what so ever to compare any two blogs; only that I was a bit surprised on this discovery! Most of the people who know me are aware about my humorous side, and what surprised me was not even one tiny tweety bit of it was present in my blog!! Somewhere I realized that each time I had scribbled something on my blog was at an instance when I was too full of nostalgia and emotions and found my blog as the best place to vent out those emotions…only on such occasions the “dormant writer” in me wakes up!! I always believe that each one of us has a unique way of letting out our emotions; I happen to pour it out in words too full of sentiments and nostalgia managing with my limited, restricted writing skills and vocabulary…people like Abhinav, on the other hand happen to vent it out in the funniest possible combination of words!!! As far as my sense of humor is concerned, I happen to use it with myself and people around…and most importantly I find myself handicapped in mapping my Sense of Humor with my writing skills…very much unlike Abhinav! Maybe someday, I’ll write something “humorous”…at the end of day your blog is the space to write whatever you feel like, its’ not about writing good or bad; its’ just about putting your thoughts, perceptions, ideas at some place that you own…

My trip to "Dewas"

Its’ been almost three months I had gone home…the office seemed to piss me off completely. I finally took a day’s off and went home…long awaited trip…

Each time I go home and step out of the train, the very sight of aai baba (thats what I call my Mum and Dad) searching for me and change in those facial expressions when they “actually” find me…is priceless….but at the same time I am so filled with the guilt of leaving the two most important people of my life alone…people whose life revolved around their kids…whose thoughts, actions, plans…everything was centered at us…but then the satisfaction on their faces proves all my guilt wrong…strange feelings…aren’t they!?

Dewas, my home town, a "kasba" ("kasba" as in a place just slightly bigger than a village) thats what my friends call Dewas and tease me!!!…but I feel so thrilled whenever I go to that place…a place where almost everyone knows each other…a place where if I walk for even 5 minutes, I meet people who know me since I was a kid…a place where people are more genuine than what I see here…a place with small shops and no "malls"...a place that have small bunglows and colony culture unlike multi-storeyed buidings in townships...a place where I have spent most of my years…

Whenever I go to Dewas, I make it a point to meet a few people for sure…if not in person, I call them up…Khanuja aunty who lives across the lane always asks me to come home…this time I couldn’t go and meet her; when I was finally leaving, she just came out and gave me a box, said, “I had prepared some stuff yesterday…tu aayi hai to leke ja "(now that you have come, take some stuff with you). I opened the box and found “mathri” and sweets…on my way back I wondered that for some 3-4 odd months I didn't even know who my neighbours were when I shifted to my flat in Mumbai...!!! I thought about the difference in the lifestyles of people living in a metro city and the ones living in a small town…not that one is good and the other is bad…but then there so huge a difference in the way people live, people behave, people feel…

Its’ been almost an year and a half I have lived in Mumbai…enjoyed the lifestyle of a “metro”…been to places that I hadn’t even thought of when I was in Dewas…but down in my heart, I still think, feel and behave(most of the times) like a girl from a small town…even today I’ll enjoy sleeping on a terrace in summers than in a closed room with AC…I’ll enjoy dropping in at aunty’s place who lives across the lane without a prior appointment…I’ll enjoy to go to one of the fields in the outskirts of my town with family and friends in one of those winter afternoons with a lunch box than going to a pub or disc…enjoy a glass of "ganne ka ras" (sugarcane juice) than having a glass of COKE in a Pizza Hut joint…somewhere down in my heart I have kept an option open of settling down in a small place rather than a “metro” city…I don’t know how correct and practical it is or what will be the repercussions of the decisions I take…whatever that decision may be....keep waiting;)...even I am waiting....

down the memory lane...

I had started writing something...but then suddenly I was bombarded with "work"...yes..."work"...that I am not used of...So my scribbling was put on hold till now...even now I have "work"...but everyone deserves a break...isn't it...??

I recieved an email from one of my friends today...a forward to be specific...I usually ignore forwards, but happened to check out this one...and That was one of height of coincidence!! It was actually everything I had started scribbling about...

So, here it is...I am sure all of you will go down the memory lane of your childhood...its' really nostalgic...

When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more
popular than cricket…

When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I-Spy), chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime…

When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai jindagi'

When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki
kahaniyaan were so
fulfilling…

When there was just one tv in every five houses and
When bisleris were not sold in the trains and
we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down
at stations to fill up the water bottle…

When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for
the 'yeh jo hai zindagi' day ..

When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans
and sweets and
moms seeking our help while preparing them…

When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummysand papas while slapping/beating us…

When we were exchanging comics and stamps and
chacha-chaudaris and billus were our heroes...

When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis ..

When one movie every Sunday evening on television
was more than asked
for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajni' inspired us .

When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...

When left over pages of the last years notebooks
were used for rough work or even fair work .

When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged
against 'reynolds and family' ..

When the first rain meant getting drenched and
playing in water and mud
and making 'kaagaz ki kashtis' ...

When there were no phones to tell friends that we
will be at their homes at six in the evening .

When we were using our hearts more than our brains,
even for
scientifically brainy activities like 'thinking' and
'deciding'

When we were crying and laughing more often, more
openly and more sincerely…

When we were enjoying our present more than worrying
about our future…
When being emotional was not synonymous to being
weak…

When sharing worries and happinesses didnt mean
getting vulnerable to the listener .

When blacks and whites were the favourite colors
instead of greys…

When journeys also were important and not just the
destinations....

the list can be endless...

for all my friends...

I had composed this poem a couple of years back...when V5(Lulu, Pupu, Tutu, Yaya and Good Boy) were moving ahead taking their own paths in life...I still remember, I scribbled this poem on the tissue papers of Celebrations...our favourite hang out place...and handed it over to all of them...as a sweet Remembrance...

today I dedicate this poem to all the wonderful people I met in these years and who happen to be my friends...moments spent are still fresh in my mind...and the golden memories will be with me forever...

In the silence of the night,
there comes a thought about tomorrow,
Will we be together then, sharing our joys and sorrow?
The thoughts going down an abyss,
the “may be” and “may be not” lurking all around the place,
But in the midst of these uncertainties,
there is a belief, a firm belief in my heart.
No matter where we go,
we’ll take a little of each other everywhere.
No matter what we do,
we’ll be there for each other forever.
The bond of our friendship will always remain,
Radiant as the sunshine,
Fresh as the blossoms,
Soothing as the cool breeze.
I know and I believe,
It’ll always exist with an everlasting ease.

One random piece of text!!!

More than 2 days had passed I had spoken to Lulu…my buddy, quite a long time for me…talking to Lulu has become a habit…that is what friends do to you…I dropped him an email saying “Hi”…I didn’t get any reply, I called him up…still no reply. Something seemed to be wrong, so I messaged him asking to call back ASAP. He called back immediately, that’s typically Lulu!! I was relieved knowing everything was fine. Suddenly Lulu came up with a line…”A piece of news for you…” I asked “What!?”….Lulu replied, “He is in ISB Hyderabad…” for a moment I went silent…don’t know why but words weren’t coming to me…quite anticipated from Lulu’s part…he asked me to talk and not to hang up, I tried hard, spoke to him for sometime, but couldn’t go further…

I always wonder if its’ possible to “completely remove” things that are close to one’s heart …!? In my case I can very well push them at the back, but can’t throw them out...Lulu always thinks of me as a NUT for thinking and holding something that was not there…even I know, there was nothing…but then I have held “that nothing”…I don’t have any regrets for keeping “that nothing”…its’ not only Lulu…most of the people around me take me as a NUT for this!! Quite right from their part too…just because they love me so much that they can’t actually take this way of my behavior or temperament…but then not everything can be explained and understood…not everything can be placed in the boxes of “Right” and “Wrong”…but then again…this is what a NUT thinks!!

Right now, I am just sitting here and typing one of the “most haphazard and vague” chunk of text…remembering a few moments of “nothing”…All I wish is a life full of happiness for everyone I love…I care…I remember…

"When we were little kids,
we couldn't wait to grow up and fall in love...
Now that we are grown up, we realize that,
wounded knees are easier to heal than brokem hearts..."

Winds of Change...

Winds of change…
Taking me along with them…
I don’t want to go…
But I am helpless…
Can’t I stop these winds from blowing?
Why can’t everything remain the same?
Friends and relations,
Thoughts and emotions,
Am I asking for too much…!?
No, I am not…
But I know I can’t get this…
‘coz winds are supposed to blow…
At times fast…at times slow…
I have to take it in my stride…
Can’t avoid the changes even if I hide…
So here I am standing tall…
And facing it all…
All I wish is a smile for everyone who thinks of me…
Is it too much to ask for??
I hope its’ not…

Generation gap!?

Tanvi, one of my cute little cousins turned 5 yesterday…Both of us share an age difference of some 20 odd years!! I made it a point to go and attend her Birthday Party no matter what…and what a wise decision that was!! Tanvi looked amazingly pretty in her birthday dress…her smile made her look all the more charming. She was all busy with her friends…a gang of some 10-12 kids…most of them 5-6 years old. Each one of them was dressed up for the occasion, carrying a gift of course! We all played some games, starting with “passing the parcel”. No Birthday Party can be complete without this game! I actually walked down the memory lane of my birthday parties when I was a kid…and all I felt was “nostalgic”….completely nostalgic. Suddenly it seemed that time had just taken a big leap…felt as if it was just a few days back when I was in my school and had a Birthday party like this…time flies off…seriously…

But the surprise was yet to come! After all the games played: indoor and outdoor, the “kids” decided to dance for sometime…only then I realized there were couples in place, as in “boyfriends” and “girlfriends”!!! And my first reaction turned out to be WOW!! I came to know from my aunt about Tanvi’s boyfriend …and I am still searching for one!!! Ain’t that funny!?? Then started the music and the way these kids danced and jived…I was left speechless!
The ease and perfection with which these chaps were shaking their leg was amazing…in between I happened to overhear the conversations these kids had amongst each other…the gals discussed about the latest trends, placed their comments on each others dress and accessories…the guys talked about the movies…the happenings at school and some random stuff. Listening to all that stuff…and watching the way these kids talked, behaved, their expressions, body language…quite some experience, I must say. All n’ all I had a great time!!

When I came back home and lay on the bed, the party snapshots were fresh in my mind. Suddenly I remembered the term “generation gap”! sounds funny, but somewhere down the line I did feel that. As far as my memories go, the way we used to celebrate our Birthday Parties, our topics of conversation, our definition of enjoyment when we were kids seemed to be a bit too old for today…this is very much close to the sentence my parents say to me at times….and I just laugh it out! One of the reasons of me feeling this way might be the fact that I was bought up in a small town…but now when I have moved out and live in a place like Mumbai, after Tanvi’s Birthday Party I felt that the ways of enjoying that I can relate to now are already a part of the kids of Tanvi’s generation…!!

Life styles, perceptions, behavior patterns, everything changes with each generation, but at the same time, the concepts remain universal…Birthdays were, are and will always be celebrated with balloons and ribbons, cakes and gifts; friends will turn up and have a bash…kids will always enjoy the ice-creams and cold-drinks…and of course…“passing the parcel” will always be a part of every Birthday Party!!!

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Aren’t these amusing…?

Dew drop on a leaf…!!
A sudden call from a friend after many years…
The twinkle in the eyes of a baby…
Your pet wagging its’ tail and following you….
Your first job…
Getting gifts for your parents with your first salary and watch them open the gifts…
Watching a kid learn to ride a bicycle…
Smell of the soil after the rains…
All you friends going out in a group to a crowded place n’ randomly sing a Birthday Song for one of the friends…when its’ not his birthday!!
Searching your mum’s purse for chocolates…of course when your mum’s a School Teacher…!!
Holding your baby Bro/sis in your arms…
Chatting with your roommates all night long and laugh endlessly on some stupid jokes…!!
Attending your friend’s marriage..!


There are just too many to list down…anyways I’ll keep on updating this list…

who am i?

People say I am an extrovert…I don’t actually have been able to understand what an extrovert is like!?...It still remains a question to me…If talking to people without any hassles or being able to strike a conversation easily is what an extrovert is all about…then, maybe yeah I am one. But I personally don’t find myself an extrovert…’coz I know that there is a part of me which belongs only to myself…I haven’t even shared it with the people I am most attached to…my family…some really good friends who are very few…Ironically, I have this HUGE group of friends…in fact they fall into so many different chunks: my school friends, college friends of my Bachelor’s and Master’s degree, friends I made in my TCS Training days, Friends I made here in Mumbai, they are so many!! If being extrovert is decided by the number of friends one has then I will top the list I guess! Somehow I feel that being “social” is mistaken for being “extrovert”…anyways this is the way I feel…completely depends on perception I guess…

People may take me as a chatter box most of the times…but I feel I am really bad in expressing myself…when a time comes where I think of conveying something I feel….I fail miserably…It feels awful when I find myself short of words at the time of expressing myself…unlike all other times when I can go on and on and on talking…and it has happened not once, not twice but so many times! The worst part is I goof up and mess up things beyond my imagination…only when it all has happened I realize how bad I am with words…but that’s the way I am…I hate giving and taking any explanations…even when I realize that I have messed up completely, I don’t explain things…I feel if one’s intentions are clear, there’s no reason to explain things…people close to me know this side of mine…they believe me and my intentions but at all other times the results are misunderstandings…I have this belief that if you intend something good, it’ll be reflected down the line…experiences confuse me so much at times…when I am quiet, I goof up and when I speak out, I am misunderstood!!
But at the end of the day, I know down in my heart that I am right and I intend good…that’s enough to make me happy!!

may be...

Days coming, days passing….life’s just moving on…many a times I end up feeling like this…somewhere down in my heart I have come to realize that this is not I want to do; getting up, coming to the office, tapping the keyboard, chatting, checking mails, having meals and going back home at odd hours…but still I am doing it…’coz there are some things which you have to do. Maybe I am in the process of finding a destination, the journey of which will make me happy…

But in spite of all this I have found a place which brings the “feel good factor” in my life! A place where I go whenever this monotonous and boring life gets onto me! Its’ this school for visually impaired, a bit far from my home…I actually don’t mind travelling to that place…the moment I enter the school; I leave behind everything that bothers me. The very sight of kids is enough to lift up my spirits!! The warmth and affection in the touch of kids makes me feel special…their enthusiasm to learn new things, the confidence they exhibit in all their actions, the amount of talent they possess makes me feel small at times…

I go there and teach them conversational English; but then that’s only one side of the story…whenever I come back from that place I carry an experience worth cherishing…an experience that makes me feel enriched as a human being…maybe I have found a chore that gives me a feeling of contentment of doing something worthwhile….maybe I have found a way to lifts my spirits to face life!!