Feels.....great....after many days....alll excited...guess...bcoz i have stopped expecting.
Anyways....Feels great...to be cheerful and bubbly again.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Lowwwwwwwwwwwww
Feeling down and low.....all kharab ideas..........................wanna a break....
Friday, November 16, 2007
Fresh Air
I wonder why I get upset, when things do not mould in the way I desired...........
Though the process of wondering is still on....I have got few answers to my very own question why????
All want fresh air to breathe. Every one does get fresh air to breathe, and its the state of mind - which makes that - fresh air safe or unsafe.
When things don’t turn our way....we find everything to be unsafe...and then start encroaching on others breathing space and in turn....end up choking ourselves and others too....
This is no gyaan for anyone....just that I never realized that I can make my own air "fresh" with my thoughts....thoughts...which i can control.
Coz I know happiness is within me......that I do not need to enter in to the act of encroachment. And end up choking....that everyone is free to do their will....that i need not worry about every damn thing on earth.....that others judgments should not matter....
All that should matter is my thoughts.....coz it’s all in the mind...health wealth and of course Peace.
And this very thought that its my thoughts that guide my happiness- is seeping through me with each passing day.
It’s my thoughts ....which will lead to actions...and my actions into thoughts....
Time to seep in the so called fresh air.....
Though the process of wondering is still on....I have got few answers to my very own question why????
All want fresh air to breathe. Every one does get fresh air to breathe, and its the state of mind - which makes that - fresh air safe or unsafe.
When things don’t turn our way....we find everything to be unsafe...and then start encroaching on others breathing space and in turn....end up choking ourselves and others too....
This is no gyaan for anyone....just that I never realized that I can make my own air "fresh" with my thoughts....thoughts...which i can control.
Coz I know happiness is within me......that I do not need to enter in to the act of encroachment. And end up choking....that everyone is free to do their will....that i need not worry about every damn thing on earth.....that others judgments should not matter....
All that should matter is my thoughts.....coz it’s all in the mind...health wealth and of course Peace.
And this very thought that its my thoughts that guide my happiness- is seeping through me with each passing day.
It’s my thoughts ....which will lead to actions...and my actions into thoughts....
Time to seep in the so called fresh air.....
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Why????
Why on earth do i make promies to myself .......only to realise that i have not followed them....everyday its the same story.......
Why????????
Why????????
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Where are you getting down?
As children mumma gave us instructions on how to board and alight from train.
Those Basic rules of traveling by train…came in use….while traveling from Malad to Churchgate and now from Thane to VT.
As a child i was amused …to watch people HOPPING into the compartment, to secure a window seat. Crowd in the compartment increased with every station….loads of dhakka mukhi….with hardly any air to breathe.But the spirits were high, high enough to sing old and new bollywood songs. To discuss sarees…lipstick shades….bangles…other ladies…talks continued till they reached their destination.
Finally it was my turn….to have a one hour long journey by train to reach college.
For junior college, we friends boarded the 10.10 am Fast train.
For senior college we boarded the 7.07 am Fat train…
Morning schedule _ based on train timings.
So accordingly wake up….run to the bus stop to board a bus ….not because there were no busses after that ..but we would miss our DEAR train....and finally miss out on attendance....
final years of college were crazy....but fun...
Later on destination changed to Kalina...after 5 years of experience in second class compartment it was finally time to experiment with first class compartment.....hence my first first class pass for three months....it was different in this compartment..more air to breathe....people spoke about their weekend stories...and about travel....
Now i travel from Thane to VT.....got a shock of my life....as compared to western line central line is dry...there is no variety....only one language rules....MARATHI....but yes...the topic of discussion still remains the same....
I stilll wonder why do certain train norms exist .....why do people wake me up from deep sleep to know my destination....
Why do people stand at the door....even while the train is empty( to get pushed i guess)
Why cant people in First class compartment be more considerate and share their seats with others....
Why do people stick with each other....
And i dont mind wondering about these things ...because these thoughts keeps my train journey alive....
Train is a way of life for every Mumbaikar.....people cut vegetables....while traveling.....they prepare test papers for their children...students do the final revision of their notes while travelling.....
I have had all kind of stunts during my journey...right from ragging juniors...to making friends ...playing games...calling out names.....jumping down from train to walk tracks during floods....
Proud to be a part of INDIAN RAILWAYS for seven years.....
Those Basic rules of traveling by train…came in use….while traveling from Malad to Churchgate and now from Thane to VT.
As a child i was amused …to watch people HOPPING into the compartment, to secure a window seat. Crowd in the compartment increased with every station….loads of dhakka mukhi….with hardly any air to breathe.But the spirits were high, high enough to sing old and new bollywood songs. To discuss sarees…lipstick shades….bangles…other ladies…talks continued till they reached their destination.
Finally it was my turn….to have a one hour long journey by train to reach college.
For junior college, we friends boarded the 10.10 am Fast train.
For senior college we boarded the 7.07 am Fat train…
Morning schedule _ based on train timings.
So accordingly wake up….run to the bus stop to board a bus ….not because there were no busses after that ..but we would miss our DEAR train....and finally miss out on attendance....
final years of college were crazy....but fun...
Later on destination changed to Kalina...after 5 years of experience in second class compartment it was finally time to experiment with first class compartment.....hence my first first class pass for three months....it was different in this compartment..more air to breathe....people spoke about their weekend stories...and about travel....
Now i travel from Thane to VT.....got a shock of my life....as compared to western line central line is dry...there is no variety....only one language rules....MARATHI....but yes...the topic of discussion still remains the same....
I stilll wonder why do certain train norms exist .....why do people wake me up from deep sleep to know my destination....
Why do people stand at the door....even while the train is empty( to get pushed i guess)
Why cant people in First class compartment be more considerate and share their seats with others....
Why do people stick with each other....
And i dont mind wondering about these things ...because these thoughts keeps my train journey alive....
Train is a way of life for every Mumbaikar.....people cut vegetables....while traveling.....they prepare test papers for their children...students do the final revision of their notes while travelling.....
I have had all kind of stunts during my journey...right from ragging juniors...to making friends ...playing games...calling out names.....jumping down from train to walk tracks during floods....
Proud to be a part of INDIAN RAILWAYS for seven years.....
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Girls day out
Never thought that learning about, Indian Architecture would be full of fun and adventure.
After a month of attending seminars on various religions and their art…..it was time to be certified. So along with dominating Panju and chindi goan I went to St Xavier’s college.
With certificates in hand we decided to go to Jahangir art gallery.
With art in our heads and hands………we went about looking at each painting…..trying to reach the soul….the message-artist was trying to convey. Where even a line looked like a door…..Trying to make a point, that each one of us understood art more than the other….where colour red no more stood for fire but for peace…..Every lil discovery about artist mind set made us proud…..
With hardly any money in hand….……reaching café samovar….we ordered for paneer pakodas and samosa.
Two samosas few pakodas for three mouths ….were of not much help .instead it helped us to know more of each others ideas, places we wanna visit
One of them being Sinhagad fort…..like always we decided to visit the fort on a weekend…the very idea of visiting pune during monsoon felt like heavens…….with excitement in the air…. We left for the station….
On our way back home, we came across Westside showroom, which had in bold letters written Discounts.
We rushed in to the showroom……..only to find that T- shirts for Rs 100 are of much smaller size…..what a waste !!!!!
If only we could be as thin as stick……………
But chindi goan,, came up with another idea…..of buying kohl pencil…..eyes look more attractive u seeeeee….she suggested green pencil for us….but we decided on blue….we left for home …..with a promise to each other of visiting Sinhagad fort
Monday, came work, and r busy schedule, we could not visit the fort….
I wonder what kept us busy. Was it the preparation for the August gathering, or was it guys…..or was it searching for books in the library….and then searching for poojo, so that she could search the book for us….wonder!!!!!!
Its monsoon again…..all 4 of us….r busy….again….!!!!! .
Will we ever go to Sinhagad …….keeping r ‘busy schedule’ aside…..
All I know is that if these 4 girls meet they can create wonders…….
After a month of attending seminars on various religions and their art…..it was time to be certified. So along with dominating Panju and chindi goan I went to St Xavier’s college.
With certificates in hand we decided to go to Jahangir art gallery.
With art in our heads and hands………we went about looking at each painting…..trying to reach the soul….the message-artist was trying to convey. Where even a line looked like a door…..Trying to make a point, that each one of us understood art more than the other….where colour red no more stood for fire but for peace…..Every lil discovery about artist mind set made us proud…..
With hardly any money in hand….……reaching café samovar….we ordered for paneer pakodas and samosa.
Two samosas few pakodas for three mouths ….were of not much help .instead it helped us to know more of each others ideas, places we wanna visit
One of them being Sinhagad fort…..like always we decided to visit the fort on a weekend…the very idea of visiting pune during monsoon felt like heavens…….with excitement in the air…. We left for the station….
On our way back home, we came across Westside showroom, which had in bold letters written Discounts.
We rushed in to the showroom……..only to find that T- shirts for Rs 100 are of much smaller size…..what a waste !!!!!
If only we could be as thin as stick……………
But chindi goan,, came up with another idea…..of buying kohl pencil…..eyes look more attractive u seeeeee….she suggested green pencil for us….but we decided on blue….we left for home …..with a promise to each other of visiting Sinhagad fort
Monday, came work, and r busy schedule, we could not visit the fort….
I wonder what kept us busy. Was it the preparation for the August gathering, or was it guys…..or was it searching for books in the library….and then searching for poojo, so that she could search the book for us….wonder!!!!!!
Its monsoon again…..all 4 of us….r busy….again….!!!!! .
Will we ever go to Sinhagad …….keeping r ‘busy schedule’ aside…..
All I know is that if these 4 girls meet they can create wonders…….
Testing time!!!!!
When my 3 year old nephew called out to me …..Saying tea is awful …. felt like slapping him then ….had put all my efforts…to prepare good tea.
That day I decided, will never try my hands on tea again.
Few days into marriage……Sam asked me to prepare tea…to prepare black tea.
Testing time had come….though I had impressed him with my cooking skills by preparing corn masala …. bhindi and French toast…
I knew after tasting tea he would no more appreciate my cooking skills….
I could not avoid it…nor did I want to avoid it ….but neither did I want to spoil his evening.
Standing in the kitchen….I didn’t know what to do….my hands and feet went cold….
Tea and to top it all black!!!!!!
I gathered courage and prepared BLACK tea….
Nan is it coffee?????
I felt like, hiding somewhere …his next reaction was all the more bad….
Why? Why? Did I experiment …all I had to tell him was I do not know how to prepare tea…?
I sweared for the second time….that no more tea…..
But I had to break that promise again ….
Entered with the tea in my hand….he reacted…but this time with a smile…
Smile said it all…….i am more confident now…
Finally I have overcome the fear of preparing tea….
That day I decided, will never try my hands on tea again.
Few days into marriage……Sam asked me to prepare tea…to prepare black tea.
Testing time had come….though I had impressed him with my cooking skills by preparing corn masala …. bhindi and French toast…
I knew after tasting tea he would no more appreciate my cooking skills….
I could not avoid it…nor did I want to avoid it ….but neither did I want to spoil his evening.
Standing in the kitchen….I didn’t know what to do….my hands and feet went cold….
Tea and to top it all black!!!!!!
I gathered courage and prepared BLACK tea….
Nan is it coffee?????
I felt like, hiding somewhere …his next reaction was all the more bad….
Why? Why? Did I experiment …all I had to tell him was I do not know how to prepare tea…?
I sweared for the second time….that no more tea…..
But I had to break that promise again ….
Entered with the tea in my hand….he reacted…but this time with a smile…
Smile said it all…….i am more confident now…
Finally I have overcome the fear of preparing tea….
Long yesterday...not Today
Kutch Kutch Hota Hai had just released …..kajol in her new avatar, looked smart.
Tired with the length of my hair. I wanted to experiment.
Devils workshop started its work….I tried many tricks, so that mom readily agrees with my idea to experiment.
Trick number 1: Complain of head ache…..result …landed up with spectacles.
Trick number 2: Late to school….result….wake up time ….5 30 am
Trick number 3: someone stuck chewing gum to my hair( he he he …that someone was myself) …..result……….Lots of oil applied to my hair…and mom patiently removed the gum .
One trick after the other…all failed….but lil nan didn’t loose hope….
One fine day….
Destination: beauty parlor
Purpose: experiment with the long locks
Mission accomplished: got a new look…..short hair like Kajol….
I was all happy with my experiment…and the new look….came evening – my pressure rose.
What on Earth is wrong with you Nanu – Dad asked
You shouldn’t have done it Sony – Mom said
Im grown up – I replied.
That was the end……I was grounded….not because of my new look…..but because of my arrogance….my attitude.
Ha!!!!
Hair was long yesterday…not anymore!!!!!!
Tired with the length of my hair. I wanted to experiment.
Devils workshop started its work….I tried many tricks, so that mom readily agrees with my idea to experiment.
Trick number 1: Complain of head ache…..result …landed up with spectacles.
Trick number 2: Late to school….result….wake up time ….5 30 am
Trick number 3: someone stuck chewing gum to my hair( he he he …that someone was myself) …..result……….Lots of oil applied to my hair…and mom patiently removed the gum .
One trick after the other…all failed….but lil nan didn’t loose hope….
One fine day….
Destination: beauty parlor
Purpose: experiment with the long locks
Mission accomplished: got a new look…..short hair like Kajol….
I was all happy with my experiment…and the new look….came evening – my pressure rose.
What on Earth is wrong with you Nanu – Dad asked
You shouldn’t have done it Sony – Mom said
Im grown up – I replied.
That was the end……I was grounded….not because of my new look…..but because of my arrogance….my attitude.
Ha!!!!
Hair was long yesterday…not anymore!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
EUMONAPOO
EUMONAPOO = FUN
Those were days…giigling and laughing in the corridors …. Lecture complex, canteen and library…
Mumbai University Campus ( Kalina) was fun. Spent 2 years of my life there.
It was in the second year that we 4 girls got together and had a blast….from'August Gatherings' to presentations…gossip…to last minute taking photo copy of notes we did it all.
Attended all possible certificate courses and ended up shouting Daniel o Daniel….
Made plans for almost all weekends…and Mondays blamed eachother, for backing out…
Books time were fun…. Calculations of *** size ….to.......................................................
hunt for books…like crazy…only to realize its been hidden by some nut from our class…
It was fun….being together…
Today all have gone their ways…
Eugenia ..aka …Ms Chindi Goan is a sexy teacher
MoonMoon…. aka…Ms Dominating Panju is doing her research work…. and very soon will be seen for an 'August Gathering'
Pooja …aka ..Ms Confused Bong is writing a book…( we have promised her, of buying ten copies of her book, only if she mentions our name in the acknowledgement list. )
And I Mean Moody Mallu….is working….
Miss those moments of laughter….Miss our togetherness ................
Hail EUMONAPOO.....
Those were days…giigling and laughing in the corridors …. Lecture complex, canteen and library…
Mumbai University Campus ( Kalina) was fun. Spent 2 years of my life there.
It was in the second year that we 4 girls got together and had a blast….from'August Gatherings' to presentations…gossip…to last minute taking photo copy of notes we did it all.
Attended all possible certificate courses and ended up shouting Daniel o Daniel….
Made plans for almost all weekends…and Mondays blamed eachother, for backing out…
Books time were fun…. Calculations of *** size ….to.......................................................
hunt for books…like crazy…only to realize its been hidden by some nut from our class…
It was fun….being together…
Today all have gone their ways…
Eugenia ..aka …Ms Chindi Goan is a sexy teacher
MoonMoon…. aka…Ms Dominating Panju is doing her research work…. and very soon will be seen for an 'August Gathering'
Pooja …aka ..Ms Confused Bong is writing a book…( we have promised her, of buying ten copies of her book, only if she mentions our name in the acknowledgement list. )
And I Mean Moody Mallu….is working….
Miss those moments of laughter….Miss our togetherness ................
Hail EUMONAPOO.....
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Forbidden Guy
For months I discussed about youth conventions with my friend.
In 2001 we attended our first youth convention.
Being the experienced one she gave me few suggestions. One among them- "dare not strike a conversation with *** " Reason- She had a fight with him. Attitude was - Your enemy > my enemy.
We left for Delhi.
(Train) this guy with whom i was forbidden to talk to, was sitting next to me. With thoughts jumping al round in my head, i didn't know how to react.
Should I?
I don't know...how...by evening, we were playing games together, giggling and laughing on the silliest of jokes.
4 Days at Delhi convention, was fun.
It made me realise my abilities as a leader, as an orator.
On our way back home, out of 80. The one i wanted to talk to, to be with, play and laugh with was the forbidden guy.
His eyes, respect for individuals ideas was tempting enough.
All I wanted was to know him more, and we ended up talking during the entire journey.
We wished each other good luck in life...and promised to keep in touch.
As always promises were not kept.
For days we didnt speak to eachother... I did not take the initiative...(Attitude... u see)
One day..................................................................................................................................................
................................ he called and we had a long conversation ...from then on there has been no stop to it.
My friend does not see an enemy in him anymore -but a friend .
Each day i run back home...to be with this forbidden guy( Sam- my hubby) ...to love him endlessly
In 2001 we attended our first youth convention.
Being the experienced one she gave me few suggestions. One among them- "dare not strike a conversation with *** " Reason- She had a fight with him. Attitude was - Your enemy > my enemy.
We left for Delhi.
(Train) this guy with whom i was forbidden to talk to, was sitting next to me. With thoughts jumping al round in my head, i didn't know how to react.
Should I?
I don't know...how...by evening, we were playing games together, giggling and laughing on the silliest of jokes.
4 Days at Delhi convention, was fun.
It made me realise my abilities as a leader, as an orator.
On our way back home, out of 80. The one i wanted to talk to, to be with, play and laugh with was the forbidden guy.
His eyes, respect for individuals ideas was tempting enough.
All I wanted was to know him more, and we ended up talking during the entire journey.
We wished each other good luck in life...and promised to keep in touch.
As always promises were not kept.
For days we didnt speak to eachother... I did not take the initiative...(Attitude... u see)
One day..................................................................................................................................................
................................ he called and we had a long conversation ...from then on there has been no stop to it.
My friend does not see an enemy in him anymore -but a friend .
Each day i run back home...to be with this forbidden guy( Sam- my hubby) ...to love him endlessly
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