A DREAMER !!!!

Dreams ….million thnigs have been penned on these so called dreams.Everyone has them ...some are too practical to even think of ‘em, while others are too passionate bout their dreams. I still remember my fresher’s day in college when my Principal said - DREAM BIG!! even if you are not able to realize all of them, in the process of trying, u’ll atleast attain half of your goals. No harm in dreaming big but it hurts when dreams die,it's like glass pieces shattered from a heightened place. In life's race, some are winners n some are looser. Hope is what we have beneath us that keeps us going. Though life gives hundred reasons to frown, I know there are better things to come.  I hold to that distant star… thinking of all the good things I could do . Dreams, never let them die….
I call myself a distant dreamer

FOR THE GOOD TIMES!!!

A Cuppa of hot tea, Elvis Presley and me….yet anoder Sunday noon. It's already 1 pm in the noon and I'm having my first cup of tea. Thanks to the late night party at my cousin’s flat. It definitely was a great weekend since I met them all after a long time. Old forgotten childhood memories were rekindled. A fun filled conversation followed by a lavish dinner made it a perfect one.
 Sunday noon for me is nothing but indulging in my favourite activities.. listening to music and while Elvis sings FOR THE GOOD TIMES in his legendary voice, I relish the long forgotten sweet memories of my childhood wid my cousins, the things which were once taken for granted now become ‘luxuries’ - rambling in the hot sun, making caves out of the heap of sand, climbing trees, chasing butterflies, collecting those sand shells, believing in the non existing ghosts, hunting for the imaginary hidden treasures , bunking tuitions, taming rabbits and doves, playing in the rain, sneaking out of home at wee hours was all so much fun.it was a different world altogether where everything was so perfect -either right or either wrong…n then I wonder why we grow up . why the time flies away….why cant we turn back time again?..all questions remain unanswered … for those good times are never gonna return………

From RESOLUTIONS to ZEROLUTIONS ………

Last week I was going through all my old diaries which I’ve been writing for the last fu years (yes I belong to dose “diary writing” species ) n I noticed one thing which was common amongst all of ‘em …Every first page of my diary had ‘RESOLUTIONS’ made 4 that every new year [which become ZEROLUTIONS at the end of the year] …

How many of us really abide by the resolutions we make for the new year??... very few of us…In fact, we make plans and fail to practice ‘em and this plans which r penned with lot of zeal and commitment remain mere scraps of paper. I hav been making resolutions 4m last few years n yes I do follow them n they hardly last for a week or a fortnight . One of my resolutions which have been consistent all this years has been ‘losing weight’. In fact. I did it last year with lot of craving n crash diets for which I succeeded in loosing 6 kgs –an effort to look good on my cousin’s wedding day- which I succeeded . But to my disappointment it int take long time to pile up all that fat which I had lost instantly. Thanx to the munching of chocolates and my thankless job !!

Thomas Jefferson said “The sovereign invigorator of the body is exercise, and of all the exercises walking is the best.” Well said ….My constant endeavor for exercising n waking up in the morning have always failed. The tracks, sweat shirts and  the shoes which I shopped once in the hope that one day I would wake up n go jogging r still lying in the wardrobe and that ONE DAY has not yet arrived. This ‘one day’ has now become a shaggy dog story for my roomies and often the butt of jokes.

My first resolution for  2010 was to follow all other resolutions I made for the year. It’s February andas always my resolutions have remained abstract. I gave it a serious thought last week n made my mind to practice what I wrote. This time I thought of giving a hard try n how …..

I took out my tracks, teez n shoes n loaded my musicplayer with all the trance music I had .Finally all set to go for a walk ,I put an alarm of 6.30 am n slept off to glory .I woke up in the morning to find out that it was 8.15 am. Gosh ! late my ordinary days .I quickly took a shower and rushed to office. My plan for DaY 1 failed. But  NO , I’m not gonna quit,same thing followed for the next two days…Now I thought if not jogging why not try yoga at home..PLAN B - The yoga CD which I got once was now supposed to come out of my CD box, my alarm buzzed at around 6.30 am again which I put it on snooze.. I felt too lazy to put on the laptop to follow the instructions in the wee hours of morning...n I dozed off again. But I’m no quitter . I’m soon planning to join some aerobic classes . After a lot of dithering I’m still trying my best to manifest my dream of that ‘one day’ ….. this year I’ll not let my RESOLUTIONS don’t turn into ZEROLUTIONS. Wish me luck…..

MY ‘RICK’ETY RICKSHAW TALE

A Rickshaw , the three wheeled vehicle widely used as a affordable means of transport in India. This small 3 wheeled vehicle which can vroom in the heavy traffic of Indian streets  can be a big pain onthe 'bum'py roads and can send a chill through ur spines when on the deserted streets like a rollercoaster ride.

Pune, the city where I stay is abound with rickshaws. In fact its the lifeblood of the city next to the local buses. I commute to my office by auto. In fact this auto’connexion’ commenced since I was of age 6 n travelled to school by the same vehicle. And 18 years later it still has the same charm. Good old school days I still remember how 12 of us were cramped in this  vehicle and me being a  fatso was always made to sit in the front with the driver whom we referred as RICKSHAW MAMA since he was sane enough to know that I would hav easily occupied the space of 3 kids behind… But what fun we had on the way school n back home!! Never realized when we reached our destination. The best part of the day was after school when we all narrated our stories and the happenings in the school to our RICKSHAW MAMA n lol we even had a fight on whose going to update him first. Poor driver I now understand his patience. He had to hear 12 kids ranting and fighting over silly conversations. N how can I forget that rubbery horn’s honking which sounded more like a elephant’s trumpet. It surely has special memories. By the time I was 10, our school changed n rickshaw was replaced by bicycle n then eventually by bike.

I was reconnected to this vehicle some 3 years ago when I came to Pune for studies and now my life starts n ends with rickshaws. Pune is also known as the city of two wheelers ..the next thing u’ll find on the city streets is rickshaws. Such is the significance of this vehicle that even if a single day the autowallahs go on strike its a big annoyance for the residents here. No wonder these autowallahs always are successful in having their demands granted. And if u r new to the city or u don’t have a meter card or don't know the meter rating calculations, you are bound to be royally jacked !! N not to forget bout the arrogance of these autowallahs they wont take u to ur destination even if u pay double the amount. Not all of the autowallahs r bad,some of them are really helpful.

Even today, the best part of my day is when I travel alone in rickshaw on the way to office n back home, though there isn’t that gud ol’ RICKSHAW MAMA to listen to my rant.This part of my day gives an opportunity to converse with myself,half of my plans I make for my day r made in rickshaw on the way to office.  Favourite music  with million things on my mind n a bumpy rickshaw ride…

Rickshaws might get modified or might even become extinct or even be replaced but this auto-connection  is a special one…now is that what u call ’AUTO’XICATION??

OUT, OUT, YOU DEMONS OF STUPIDITY!!

Caught in situations where you blatantly fake a smile and listen to all the nonsense blabbering of the person next to you?? If not, congratulations !! For rest of the poor victims, I really do sympathize with you.. Specially in a profession like mine where you converse with umpteen no. of people on a day to day basis  Sometimes I wonder why is common sense is not common ?? Earlier it got on my nerves, but I have finally found my own ways to elude from such conversations. Such people do hardly care if its a matter of interest for you. No matter what, they are all there to give their extra bits n will even go on elaborating GIVEN-A- SITUATION -WHAT –WUD- I- DO

In the words of Albert Einstein -Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. Agree. Stupidity and free advice is abundant in this world .

The demons of stupidity are here to stay!!!!

Toast to that wonderful relationship!!!!!!!!

Partnership is really a blessing of Lord
That binds two closely in a strong chord
The chord that carries affection and love
That is sent from God from heaven above
And it is called marriage…..

Today is Mom and Dad’s 25th wedding anniversary. And I had huge plans for this special day of my parents. Dad left us on 16th July last year. Of all the relationships I’ve seen till date, this one is a real special one. The wonderful camaraderie my parents shared is rare to find. I hardly remember them having any argument in those 24 years of their relationship. It was really unique in it’s own way. They were poles apart and had their own differences but admired and encouraged each other in every li’l thing. Dad was a complete cleanliness freak {runs in family genes} and mom had her own temperament. But li’l adjustments and compromises made things alrighty. And I think that is one reason of growing up in such a happy, loving environment of such a perfect-seeming couple has made me have some unrealistic expectations of my life partner..:D They truly made a lovely home and what seemed like unconditional love for me.

Here is a toast for that incredible relationship you both shared!! Miss you n love you,father wherever you are…I wish we would all have been together today on this special day of yours…..