Not that a great day, but of worth :-)

03 December 2006,

The Morning:-

After the frsutraiting time span of Two Hundred Minutes of Waiting For a Person? no no he is not a Person but Animal who dosent give a damn about other people and their time and their feelings... He calls himself the man who keeps his words (dont get offended i was angry) .

The Journey:-

Heading towards my classes located at Nariman Point... In the train, tuned in to my W700i listening to Krishna Nee Begane Baro... sung by Hariharan and Leslie (Colonial Brothers) it starts with a prayer to lord Vishnu the song goes on and then there are these lines: Religion is the reason,The world is breaking up into pieces... And i Say to myself is it the religion or the people who preach the wrong... Without Religion... there would be no control over the wrong? like anybody would know what is wrong then... And i feel this hand on my hand turned to see who was it and found a face dirty with few patches here and there, but the eyes were beautiful and innocent... hands were begging, eyes expressed they didnt know what it meant!!! I kept staring and the figure went away. The Train was at hault from 15 mins due to repair works which made me realize I Was Getting Late for my Classes!!!!

The Movie:-

After the Class was over we went for a movie… Monster House… there are three characters in that movie which reminded me and Arti of the Trio in our Class… the Character of Chowder reminds us of Teja, the way Chowder talks, walks and acts is like experiencing Tejaism in his absence ;-). D.J. the hero (in teens) was like Manish Cute and Dumb. And the Third Character in the movie was a Girl Jenny Bennet she is Smart, Diplomatic in her ways cynical and sarcastic ;-D and the boys fall for her… It was as if we were re-living all of it. (don’t mind!… but BHM mandali will Definitely understand.)

Returning Back:-

Had to start reading the Novel which my sister had recommended… but the hang over of Bourne Identity was still lingering in the sub and the conscious. Well Loved This book… and I don’t know why did I write this… but what the heck… My Wish and well yeah My Blog!

Diwali Ke Din Pe Rangoli

Commitment

A long lost commitment that I made to a long lost friend… this blog is all about commitment… I was talking about commitment to a friend. He was very much afraid or rather didn’t want to commit because if he would fail in keeping the words he would hurt the other and thus spoil the relationship and our discussion went on with it… he came up with an idea that I would write a blog on a topic of his choice and he would do the same with the topic of my choice.

I was planning about how should I put my views on this particular topic…. I planned that I would write my views first and then my friends view on this topic…. I wrote the blog in a word file and saved it But my computer crashed and I had to re-write it this way as the way I’m going to now…

Commitment… According to me is a determination to do something, it is not forever, it Ends when the determination to do that particular thing dies or either the objective is attained. When I had a few conversations with my friends about this, they based their views on one thing MARRIAGE!!! Anyways I don’t wanna discuss that why did they talk about marriage when I wanted to know what they feel commitment is.

We make many commitments in life, knowingly, unknowingly and some which are imposed by the other or yes you can say forced… If you can understand those lines above in that picture (yeah I know that picture doesn’t look good but that’s the best I interpret my thought ;-D), that’s exactly what I think this word Commitment or what part, does it play in ones Life… There are So many commitments that we do in life!!!! Marriage, Studies, Work, God…. These horizontal lines are the different commitments that we make in the different aspects of our lives. The red line is the way how atleast i want to fulfill different commitments, commitments made to my family, work, studies and other things... Either we be determined about them till we attain it or loose interest and it ends the matter. My brother said that priorities change in life, at one point of time it is studies then something else and after that some other thing… I do Differ a little on that one, yes priorities change but when you are working its one aspect of your life at the same time you are married and you pray too.

Being Afraid of commitments… My friend was afraid to commit to something just because he was afraid what if he wouldn’t be able to do what he said… But sometimes it is necessary to commit because if you don’t this would also hurt the other and if you are determined and you care enough you would fulfill the commitment that you made. Yes I do agree sometimes it is difficult to keep the words (for which you can always explain the Reasons) but because of that you stop or just deny from making commitments is just so wrong!!!

Tagged Again!!!

I am thinking
That why m I so possessive about my relationships???????

I said
Perfection is not the word for humans… everyone lacks something somewhere

I want
A pet she-dog

I wish
To see every Indian educated

I miss
My College Daysssssssssssssssss

I hear
To what my friends say

I wonder
What do people mean when they say they are rational???

I regret
Nothing.

I am
Emotional and Possessive

I dance
When the beats are so strong that my feet start tapping

I sing
Whenever wherever

I cry
Silently

I am not
Egoistic

I write
Blogs

I confuse
The other with every argument of mine :-P

I need
A Hug

I should
Stop feeling possessive

I finish
Everything that’s there on my plate ;-)
Bhaiya
Dhaval
Archana
Pankaj

Perfection

Perfection

Dhaval is a Friend since almost 3 years though we had a LOW period in between but now we are very good friends. I think I understand him, but sometimes he behaves in such an uncertain manner that I really doubt this thinking of mine. Anyways this post is not about our relation but its about a line that I said which I think is BRILLIANT :D ;P

Now the Picture above is a Rangoli which has been done by me and I asked him to tell me how he liked it…

Dhaval: hmmm 7 out of 10
Me: hehe im not saying its perfect
Dhaval: neither i am saying
Dhaval: but needs some perfection
Me: Some is not Perfect. Either it is Some or None!!!

Hehe ;P

The Letter

I have got a Sister; she is Four Years elder to me… When she was in her 12th, she wanted a six pocket jeans, which was a very hep fashion in the year of 1998… She used to take tuitions and was earning that ways but was broke at that time and mom was not buying her that six pocket jeans which she thought to be original FIFA (Laughs) that to from a sale for Rs. 350/- . So She wrote a letter to My dad asking for some help (She had glued this letter on the mirror where dad shaves in the morning)… hehe I found this letter today and I wanted to post it here… as this letter has somehow either touched me or I have just found it so sweet that I couldn’t resist typing it out and blog it….

Dear Papa, (Kindly Wear Your Glasses)

After a Failing endeavor of convincing mama for buying me a six pocket trouser, I have turned to you for help. I am ready to take the trouser at my own expense. But the purchase has to be as soon as possible because I don’t want anybody else to take it. I’ll pay mama my two months ka tuition fees as I am broke right now. There is a discount at the shop hence the trouser which one gets for Rs. 450/- can be bought for Rs. 350/-. I have 100 but to spare. The trouser is from the best company. One in a million chance. Unique color Papa, pleaseeee…. Soothe mummy down. This kind of gesture of yours will never be forgotten. You see how desperate I am?

I Am in Love with that trouser and truly obsessed with it. Please, Please, Please, Please don’t turn me down. I’ll go by bus and come by bus. I don’t mind mummy coming along or even you or anybody as a matter of fact. Please don’t disappoint me.

[P.N. I don’t mind if mamma draws a draft, I’ll accept it and make it a bill.]

Lovingly, helplessly, faithfully
Yours
Dharaa.

Dustbin

“Keep Mumbai Clean and Green” is what I have read here and there on the railway station, Ads and documentary movies before the Bollywood/Hollywood movies in Cinema halls etc. I have been watching these Ads have learned in school not to litter the place with waste materials… one has to put the waste in the Dustbin. I have been following that since the day I have understood its meaning I don’t litter the place I put everything in dustbin.

While travelling from train I have tried stopping many people from littering the tracks… have faced many dirty looks, arguments from the one who is littering the surroundings…I have seen Police Officials, literate Men and Women, Government Officials (govt. who is actually running the campaign of clean Mumbai), Youth doing that… (Not to forget I also get angry on my mom and dad for littering the surroundings).

Government… is doing its job no doubt. I was so happy to see dustbins in my locality at every 100 meters… I was blessing the government for doing it… for certain days all went well after some days people from slums started to steal the bins… have seen that I didn’t have my camera or else would have shown the picture… whose fault is it the government or the people living below poverty line or the people above poverty line paying the tax???
Whom to question and who can give the answer…

• People Below Poverty Line


• Tax Payers


• Government

The sketch

.....its not that i dont understand

I do understand your problems and your responsibilities towards your family, friends and your work… The problems you face because of your stupid friends not all but some are definitely stupid and I don’t understand why do u make such friends who do not understand you (oh I know now u will say nobody understands me…but here I mean not even understand your feelings), your work, time constraints and everything but listen to my side of this…

You actually came as THE Light in my life… You have made me understood many things in life… one of the many reasons I’m attached to you and so concerned… When we met I don’t know for what reason you said that you want to be my brother… it was ok with me but I didn’t knew that I would be glad about it later…
I was just happy actually more than happy to have found you from Orkut…

My family is used to this, as my brother making business… as I don’t have a real brother I used to feel the absence and make brothers in school in my locality and everywhere… but somehow I found that brother in you… So I decided to tell them about my new brother… as usual they were fine with it. I used to talk about you with my friends, they were getting possessive about me and they also got bugged with your attitude for certain things. 1 year a few months had passed you decided to come to Bombay before leaving for America rather before leaving the country for 2 years… I was happy beyond limits I told my friends and family about this. I was thinking of what gift to buy was making plans of what can I cook for you… Menu was decided, you gift well I was learning how to sketch and I was preparing your sketch to gift it to you…the schedule was made for the days you were visitng me

Mom and dad were glad to receive you as a guest… but then dad also made plans for taking us out so the dates were clashing… you were coming on 3rd and 4th of June and dad had also planned for the same dates…I fought with mom and dad both that you are leaving the country for 2 years we can go next time, rather the next weekend, had my eyes swollen crying for almost 2 hours (btw have got an infection due to that crying)… Mom had also invited you she said as I have invited I got to stay back, so myself and my mom had decided to stay back whereas dad wanted to enjoy the weekend with his friends… So all was set… dad was also pretty much ok with everything…

Next day had made plans for watching The Davinci Code… 15 mins had passed the movie was on… I was deciding to tell Arti about the fight that I had with mom and dad about your arrival… and my phone beeps… I had received a message which read… “I am leaving India on third afternoon. I won’t be able to come to Mumbai. Will call you in the evening.”

When u were gone (period in between)

haven't slept at all in days
It's been so long since we've talked
And I have been here many times
I just don't know what I'm doing wrong.

What can I do to make you love me
What can I do to make you care
What can I say to make you feel this
What can I do to get you there.

There's only so much I can take
And I just got to let it go
And who knows I might feel better
If I don't try and I don't hope.

What can I do to make you love me
What can I do to make you care
What can I say to make you feel this
What can I do to get you there.

No more waiting, No more aching
No more fighting, No more trying

Maybe there's nothing more to say
And in a funny way I'm calm
Because the power is not mine
I'm just gonna let it fly.

What can I do to make you love me
What can I do to make you care
What can I say to make you feel this
What can I do to get you there.

Love me..


Artist: The Corrs Lyrics
Song: What Can I Do Lyrics

ummm.... just thoughts

Just few days left before the exam. We are as usual busy with our submissions. I take a few moments away from this busy daily routine and hum my favourite songs favourite para “waqt ki qaid mien zindagi hai magar, waqt ki qaid mien zindagi hai magar, chand ghadiya yehi hai jo aazad hai, chand ghadiya yehi hai jo aazad hai inko kho kar meri jaaneja umra bhar na taraste raho”

Then I think about my course which has changed my life I wont say has changed my life but atleast it has changed my perspectives towards different things. I think about the 3 beautiful years spent in my degree college with my best buddy Arti and my class mates it was THE perfect college life I could ever ask for and had dreamt of. Ohhh and its so very difficult to leave my buddies, because somehow I have seen people best buddies not being in touch after colleges are over. People getting busy with their jobs or further studies, well I guess it’s a matter of choice if one wants can take out time from their busy schedule.

For all of the three years we had Dr. Kurush Dalal as a teacher for some or the other Subject in our 6 semesters. He is an Archaeologist and a Caterer too, yes I know odd combination, hmm guess what he is a PARSI…..

He always gives these amaizing fundes which we adore, we love to listen to him and yes this man has thought of things before he says it….. Once he was talking to us about Power

It went something like this, which I wont ever forget…

He said “Yes when u are young you wanna do everything change the world and all, that’s very good every one thinks like that, but things over here work as it always have. In India when u reach a position struggling for the right place for you in the system and when u have got the power to change the whole world your get up and going has got up and gone.”

Even I feel that I wanna change the whole world, bring world peace but perhaps it’s not possible. Politics, Economics and Culture go hand in hand. I have heard people say one man can change the world; say Gandhiji changed the thinking of so many people, so many nations but not the whole world. I don’t think that one man can make a such a difference that they can change the whole world. It’s not only impossible in India but whole of the world. Well my Professor above meant for changing the political system in India well aah difficult to digest but things do really work that way only a revolution can do something. I don’t say corruption is everywhere but its just there, and its there in the many of the institutions as said before Politics, Economics and Culture go hand in hand. With the growing population of India we need education reaching to the every nook and corner of the country. Ummm I don’t know why m I writing all this perhaps thoughts connected one after another. It might be irritating so ill stop here. My friends complain that when they read my blogs that they have a feeling of something which has remained incomplete. May be even this one because they are my flowing thoughts and I don’t reach a conclusion…. Man!!! im confused, GOD unplug me from this matrix. Period ;p

Grey!!!

Grey is what i got introduced to when i first met Sajesh. I was reading his blog when he said "and no comments on my foto ... that foto is a piece of art, the grey pic in a shade of darkness .. see the light falling in an angle on my face ... and plus its taken with a cam SEk750i"

Sajesh, grey is what i feel when i read ur short story. when u said "so wanted to give "him" a fair deal" just had a thought of writing this blog. Just see it as this way man, the girl got happy and "him" is sad.

Tagged!!!

TAGGED!!!!!!!!!!


10 years Ago

1. I was in Infant Jesus School, Malad (Mumbai). School was at 1 min distance from my house, still LATE!!!!


2. I used to steal erasers, dont know why i still fetish them but dont steal ;-)


3. I used to eat Tiffin box of everyone and i realised people didnt like it, because they started changing the groups.


4. I was bad at spellings!!!


5. One more thing plz allow me to add this. I was always an average and at one point of time I secured 63% in my 5th and I had got 43 rd rank. It was horrible according to mom. But maths tought me that greater the no. The more u have. So I used to proudly tell my rank to every body asking what their bratt had secured. I used to hear my Amruta got 2nd rank, Anita got 1st rank…. And I was like loosers all I got 43…I got 43…. NA na na na naaaaa


6. I cracked my first vulgar joke, Oh yes i was a spoiled brat :-P

5 years ago

1. It felt like mom was giving boards, because she actually used to read out text books to make me understand what’s in it.


2. I was the Vulgar jokes queen, I have it written some where, signed by my class mates to felicitate me with that title (150 jokes, knew it by heart).


3. My best friend, my langotia buddy, left me didn’t talk to me that whole year just because she got possessive OVER possessive. She transmitted that disease to me. And now I go around being possessive about my relations :P


4. I just knew I loved travelling I took up a diploma course (Mumbai university based) travel and tourism in Narsee Mongee College [N.M( No Mercy)]


5. Well after coming to college life changed. My buddies of 13 years were no longer with me. Something changed in me drastically. I stopped cracking jokes, so calm. I didn’t believe this change was happening in me. I lost all interest in everything I used to. Except for the fetish for erasers, I think its for the fragrance it had in them.

Last Year

1. So many new chapters in my life, it was amaizing to live the last year. One of the best years of my life till now. With the point of view of my family, my cherub, friends, BROTHER :D. It was just so perfect!!!! Dunno what this year has for me.


2. I started reading; I started blogging and met THE most sweetest person. Who is always ready to help with whatever and the reason why im tagged. Yes u have got it right Sajesh.


3. I stopped my Tabla Practice :-(


4. I made my Project for 100 marks, my own research project which im very proud of that, and the topic was on Clock Towers of Mumbai.


5. I have changed a lot in the last year and I have also been the same. Im still weak at my spellings :-D

Yesterday

1. Started writing this stupid thing hehe started at 23:45 and completing at 00:45. so that is today. But enjoying it to the fullest!!!!!!!!! Thanx to whoever started this


2. Talked to my Brother who is now in India. Talked to Obed who is back from a long break. And yes also with Sajesh…


3. Attended my lectures but before that got my travelling concession thingy done which was pending from 20 days. Atlast!!! Mission accomplished


4. aah as always talking about me graduating in 2 months which I cant stand, I don’t wanna miss my college lifeeeeee


5. This is not about me but my sister. She completed 10 years of her life commited to one man. And they are getting married so im just happy for her

5 yummy things

1. Panner tikka


2. Mom ke hathon ki aloo ki sabzi, roti, mong kid al, rice.


3. Sisters cake, she is an awesome cook!!!


4. Celejore (celebration through a journey) nething from there our fav. Spot


5. Aloo ke parathe

Places I escape to

1. Theatre


2. My terrace (its dark, parents don’t want their kids to be listed in the BBC of our building “hailla Oza ki larki terrace pe thi”)


3. Musical concerts


4. To Town that place is my second home.


5. Perfume shops, Jeweler shops…. In short SHOPPPINNNGG!!!!

5 songs I know by heart

1. Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo


2. Aapne hoonthon par sajana chahta hoon


3. Woh Kagaz ki kashti


4. Ranjish hi sahi


5. Have u ever loved a women

5 things I would do if I have money

1. India Tour


2. World tour


3. My own Luxury boat


4. A small island at any place


5. Ill buy Microsft

TV. Shows

1. Great Indian comedy show


2. Anything on Animal planet


3. Discovery


4. National geographic


5. Friends

5 things I cant live without.

1. Relationships


2. Internet


3. Good Food, yes yes I live to eat!!!


4. Music


5. Some amount of Nature, Green in any form. No no not money but trees, beach or something.

I wanna tag
Bhaiyaaa :-) And Dhaval

M I a Leftist or a Rightist ????????

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"Leftists are Leftists and Rightists are Rightists and never, it seems, the twain shall meet. " I dont know why people say that.

Im always in a dilemma whether Im a leftist or a rightist, I can never take a stand. In some cases Im a leftist and in some a rightist. I have changed and im also conservative. No im not throwing words which i have read here and there, there is a meaning to whatever im saying.

Why does this (the dilemma) happen?? i have been born and brought up in a metropolitan city Mumbai. In this city there are different people, with different thoughts but there is a society and some set norms. My education is in english through a english education system. People say that the way i think is left yes my education is such but my surroundings have the rightist thought in them so i even have a rightist in me.

India has always been a churning pot where many cultures have met and mixed with each other. I think such is also the situation of the political view points of a leftist and a rightist. Im a Rightist and also a Leftist, Im an amalgamation of both. I dont say i have both the political view points and so my take on this is the middle path, ummm no i keep on svaying on both the sides on both the extemities to balance myself out. Yes that is what Im and what I consider to be my true identity.