The Colorful Mosaic

And I had disappeared again, like always. Not because I was busy but simply lazy. I hope everyone has been doing good. And while I was away a lot of interesting things, I did, do not worry or be excites I am not going to write about my love life and its spices here ;)

I had a retina detachment in my left eye which was followed by surgery which was followed by me being home with a pirate eye (ha.ha. it was cool) and painful. The TV remote was locked and the mobile phone confiscated, I listened to TV lying on the couch and discovered I had such a wonderful gift- that of seeing. How each of us are taking it for granted and how vision would chart one's life. Anyway, I do not want to be preachy, but it was great to know that it has not ruined my eye sight and I wish to do something for those who do not have this gift.

While lying there I also felt how bored I was of the rut of office and work and there was no zest in life for doing something new left in me. I was becoming, boring, monotonous and OLD. So I decided to something about it till I had the opportunity to do so. So I quit and now I am on my own. It is a learning arc and will be here for quite a bit while I struggle my way up or someway. But the feeling is pretty liberating than being in office and making presentations, no offences , I am just not that kind of a person.

In the celebration of being unemployed and workless I went on a vacation with friends, did a lot of  necessary catching up and antics that were pending since long. Although it feels insecure, I am enjoying the insecurity, so all those whose heart is not where it should be, you should get out of what you are doing and do what you want to. At the end everything is a struggle but doing something I do not like will make life more difficult.

Why am I writing all this random incident of the last 7-8 months here is coz I want people to read, to know that not everything that you feel is a bad idea is actually a bad idea, till u do not give it a shot u will never know. I have had an insightful year and wanted to share it.

We were not born to be guided by school books and office files, its one life there is much more to do then crib about pending work and ugly colleagues.

This is just an experience that I have shared, we all have our own perceptions and priorities so if someone loves the files and the indoors please feel free to continue and not blame me for putting another thought in your head.

Hope you liked reading the post. Till Later! Cheers!!

“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair”

― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Saare Jahan Se Accha....

I take pride in being an Indian. In every situation the Country faces, I see that I have an equal hand to play, if in silence or in protest. I blame the system and in turn myself for making it a mere puppet at the hands of a paltry 1% or less. On the eve of the 65th Birthday of my Country I shall again stand up at the Nation Anthem and feel the surge of patriotism that has been infused in me through inspiration of leaders who sacrificed their life for giving us freedom. Thus 15th August is a moment of pride for all of us and rightfully earns a place in History. There were countless soldiers to this movement and handful leaders who also hold their respective places, some in monuments, others in freedom fighters list of Government for benefits and others in some old age homes and forgotten. I bow to each of them for leading this great nation to a fate which without their support might not have been achieved.

Circa, today. What happened post 15th August 1947. Post Nehru-Sardar Patel-Rajendra Prasad regime and till an extent Indira Gandhi. I was born much later and since I understood leaders and leadership, I have been told about the greatness of Gandhi-Nehru-Sardar Patel-Lal-Bal-Pal-Bhagat Singh etc. Their sacrifices, their way of life and how we must all inculcate the same. The other motivations for living a Good Life and being exceptional and leading that are given are that of Lord Krishna, Lord Rama etc. of Gods who are in one sense mythical. Respectfully I would like to submit none of them have I witnessed in person. Where are my real life role models? I am not Vishnu incarnate and the Country is no longer a colony, but there are several other factors plaguing the nation for which I am sure people are working. But in the last 30years I have not seen an inspiration being glorified for fighting corruption or for fighting against untouchability. Where is our Abraham Lincoln or Martin Luther King, busy hoarding money in Swiss Banks? The Country undoubtedly has a rich heritage, but what is the present, what are the youngsters learning? Short tempers, ugly fights, broad daylight murders, rape, these are everyday incident, and we don’t even pay attention to such details any more. This is young India of today. How and when will we grow? What is the big picture?

In the chaos and madness, we have forgotten to appreciate those who raise their voices. We are learning that they should be silenced, either by force or by money. I am not praising other nations; I am just dumbfounded as to where we are headed? We are forced to attend flag hoisting functions right from school, to inculcate in us the sense of patriotism. Does this forced sense of patriotism actually in any way help me? Or is it just a couple of us wanting to harp our own trumpets? We are exploiting the nation, democracy and our right to be humans.

My question to the Independent Nation is, when will we learn to Govern ovrselves, and then call ourselves Independent, patriotic individuals. Till then, let us stand up and salute the National Flag and remind ourselves that the founders of the Nation wanted us to move ahead. Wishing everyone a very Happy Independence Day! Let us strive to be better if not the best!

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Hathi Ghoda Palki, Jay kanhaya Laal Ki

Krishna: “Dark”or “Black”

The Boy who lived.

The 8^th child of Vasudev and Devaki, Vishnu Avataar. The protector. The Great Lord himself,

I am not writing a religious post here. I am just overwhelmed at the fan following the God has. Centuries after he is believed to be born, each we celebrate his birth and welcome him, like a new child in the family. He stays with us and he protects us. And I am sure he also runs our Country. This one is to the Lord, Almighty, To Krishna, The friend, Philosopher Guide in whose preachings lie the biggest key to happiness. May he forever shower on us his blessings, and there be love, peace and humanity!

Happy Birthday Baal Gopal! Jai Shri Krishna!  

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My Mummy STRONGEST!

“Ma, aaje aapde thoda vehla jaishu “(Mom we will go a little early today) Class 5-7 I must have said this statement every morning to my Mother who would drop me off to School on her way to work. We were perpetually late and it would bring tears to my eyes and hers too. Yesterday, I went to drop her off to work, her last working day, she stood near my bed and said, “rinku, aaje aapde thoda vehla jaishu” Life had come a full circle.

It has been a very emotional month.  My mom retires this month and turns 60, and the feeling, form a lump in my throat because, I know how big a void she is going to feel in her life. Most of her adult life she has been working and now suddenly the loneliness of being home is like an insecurity. We try and calm her nerves but all of us know it will take its own time for the feeling to sink in and for her to get used to this new found freedom.

Her life has revolved around our food, education and to give us a happy healthy childhood. She would come home and invariably the two of us would go out take a round on the kinetic, watch the fountain, buy groceries and vegetable, have pani puri and discuss our day. As I grew up the rides became less and the talk even lesser. And then I went away to college and when I returned, I was different or so she feels. I am trying to make amends, now that I live at home. I take her out now, Temples, groceries, here and there, we drive in comfortable silence and sing songs. We will do more of it now, chatter non stop and be there for each other!

I hope that, now, she relaxes, does all the things she has not been able to do, take walks and vacations, play with the dogs. Her kids have grown up and they have turned out well and although we do need you to be around you, your time to yourself is most IMPORTANT. And remember Ma, have aapde kyan bi vehla nathi javanu.

Shiny Blog

I did a little revamping on my blog and here we are. Old wine in a new bottle. I did it as I was getting a little bugged with the old one and had some time at hand. Also now I have realised that I do have the capacity to write atleast one post a week so it does deserve some amount of hardwork from my end.

I was active on indiblogger, but since I did some applictaion of my mind, my account has been deleted and no I cannot access that. I will be back there as soon as I get a solution. In the meanwhile, if any of you come across my post and think can help, please leave a comment.

The blog contents do not change, I just felt that it needed a different feel. I am a big JK Rowling Fan and I am glad Harry Potter happened, it has taught me more than any book ever has. That apart, the Title of the post is lifted from her book the reason being, each of us these days needs to be reminded that we need to be a little more cheerful in life. It will make the world a better place to live.

The way we encorage people to go green, save fuel, save water etc. We need to tell them get more free hugs, put a smile on your face, teach your child to laugh etc. Let us scream a little less and smile a little more. Off lately yes I have met a lot of people who need a regular dose of care. To be reminded to cool it, to cheer up that the World is not resting on your sad smile.

This one is to all those individuals on whom I scream at and those who scream at me and releive our stress. Lets smile at the stress and de-stress :)

the WRITER'S post

I can write but I do not want to be any author, I am not that passionate. I know, coz I have friends who are that passionate and talented. Passion is what drives the talent in you, but for me it is just a hobby. A way of venting feelings, coz although I talk a lot I am a very reserved person. I fiercely guard whom and what I call my own, includes my emotions.

Today, someone visited my blog and suggested I write a little more about the "ME" that he has seen and knows, as that would make the blog way more interesting and attract more people to read it. I thank you for your valuable opinion, it is important to me and so are you.

It has forced me to think on the subject of "perception “I am different for every person I know. It’s like the scenery changes when you move from one location to another, similarly, I also change. It is so strange, that barring a few similarities mostly the way two people perceive you would be completely different. I have thought about this and reached the conclusion that the reason would be that we are constantly judging people and categorizing them, in that process we only grasp a dominant feature of the individual and chose to ignore the others without assigning reasons. So then "Ï" become arrogant, clever, fat, stubborn etc. but "I “maybe, all and much more is lost.

Every coin has two faces and mostly only one is shown. Let people enjoy their space and not be pushed to feel that they are criminals for being how they are. So however offbeat I write, I cannot put here my personal space even if it is like a celebrity lifestyle I lead.

The next time you judge someone, be careful, you may be treading on someone's belief and confidence and degrading their value unnecessarily and also that we see what we are. I would also like to add, I am only going to write what I feel appropriate of sharing. If you know me then you know me, if you don't too bad, my blog would not tell you that.

2004-2009

‘Last evening my alma mater celebrated its 8th birthday and its first at a sprawling 51 acre campus.’

The old campus building and its “new” make shift class rooms each year, the hope always was this would be the last. The last never came and it was time to say good-bye to college days. The hostel, its creaky gates, rusty doors, the big tree and the endless gossip all ended so soon. It took me months to realise that I would never be going back to those classes again to chat, crib, laugh incessantly, eat the mess food and stay up all night. The trips to the hostel were initially once in 2 weeks, then once a month, then for some one’s birthday, by the time our convocation came a year later, I had not paid a visit for 3 months and then the next came when the second batch left. As familiar faces were replaced by non-descript little people moving about, who would tomorrow be identified as one of our own, I now realise we have grown up since the care free happy.

The feeling of last evening was completely different. There it was the new campus, all shiny, glittery, pretty and right out of our dreams. The WOW! Moment.  We strolled around, saw the new buildings, classes’ hostels, mess, everything so well organised so clutter free, so different from what we had been given. But there was this emptiness, that although it was “ÖUR CAMPUS” it was not. There were very few familiar faces and no old memories at all. They had not only left behind the old campus, but also our memories of half a decade. I could associate with people but not feel the warmth of being on the Old campus. So, although this is the campus and this is where all of us graduated from and this is where all the coming batches would also pass out from, my college was the one in that rickety building in Sector 26, GIDC Electronic Estate, Gandhinagar.