My Thought Archive

Baby sitting

2011-12-18T06:44:00.001-08:00

Whoever came up with this word “Baby sitting “shouldre-think if we really sit to look after babies or we do the running around.When my sisters daughter (my niece) was with us for a few days along with hermom and some days without her mom besides her, the complete family took chargeto baby sit her. Whoosh and it was just not a single person’s task while shekept us all on our toes. But her cute smile and soft cry made us run helter shelter.Who says u need to be a mother to look after the child? I guess when you lookat the little angel itself your heart melts and you get de-stressed and allcharged up. That makes me think were the step – moms in fairy talesreally that mean. The baby sitting chores would begin would begin with themorning breakfast for the baby so that when she wakes up she can have her bedbreakfast. Later while I rushed to get ready for work ( many times skipping a bath ) coz it’s lovelyto watch the angel stretch and wake up from sleep while she snuggled into theblanket giving you a million dollar smile, which I did not want to miss. Theticking of the clock pushing me to get ready while my heart not wanting toleave her. When at work I keep getting the flashes of her actions and smilingdoll like face. I wish to be back home but …….not all bosses are that generous. I make a numerous calls home to check onwhat she is doing. Then when I rush backhome it’s like we all gather around her like flies to ready to full fill herdemands. The house looks different with toys scattered around show pieces reachthe higher shelf cupboards which were risky opening get sealed. But now momalso does not bother nor nags me for cleaning the house. As the days fly bywith our entire families world revolving round her suddenly she leaves marksand memories in each and every corner of the house and flies off to her housewith her mom and dad. While we cherish with her lovely memories I wonder if shewould ever remember once she grows big how much we loved her ? Miss u lots and lots dear Ariyana!!!

Back Again

2011-09-10T07:30:00.000-07:00

Well every time my seriously serious attempt to write a blog fails.....excuses for it are lined up, but as a lecturer in a medical college I dont accept the excuses of my students who fail to do the given homework why should i be partial to myself. Always thought to write down my heart felt feelings in the blog ...but later stepped back fearing that everyone around would know my actual thoughts going on in the mind. When i meant actual thoughts t actually meant my true un-manipulated mind. I guess most of the hard core blog writers would accept it ...that whatever is written on their blogs is usually a little re-framed from the reality ( i know most of the times its the true story ). What i mean to say is we usually write the only those things which we feel we can announce to the world openly while some dark truths remain in the mind forever with us till the grave.
Well my truth which i cant pour in here is not all that dark or black but somewhere between the white and black so u can say grey or may be light- gray. Most of my really close friends know it so it cant be a complete hidden secret. So many times i thought i need to put it up on the blog and ask for advice, solution ...but the tragedies were too enough to even let me open my blog site to pen down my feelings. It was so much of a set back of events in a row...that i just wanted to meet God in person and ask him ....why me ? How long more ? Reading positive books...distracting my mind, hearing enthusiastic songs.....etc etc But i am not someone to give up so easily ...so still hoping for the best days ever to back in my life

Life's like that!

2010-12-15T06:21:00.000-08:00

When I think of this title " Life's Like that" it reminds me of the Reader Digest cloumn, where people share some funny, lighter moments of their life. As i am trying my level best to be a regular blogwriter, i am finding myself bundled up with a number of repsonsibilities .....some of my likes and some pushed on to me.Yet I will not give up as i will atleast try to pour in some thoughts, feelings, wishes, frustrations onto my blog ( not for people to know my personal life ) but for me and others to learn something from it. The past few months have been like a daily soap ...some break-ups, some patch- ups, some new additions ( my new born niece ), some adjustments, some stressful days, some sharing, some caring..... in all it had been a wonderful Humpty- dumpty ride. Life juggling with some orthodox, tradition bond people to some cosmopolitan, carefree thinking friends.
But thats what life is ...or let me say " Life's like that"

We are Family!!!

2010-09-05T04:42:00.000-07:00

Had been to see the just released movie " We are Family " a complete copy or should i say remake of " Stepmom". Well whats goin on in the mind of Karan Johar only he knows....but i guess in the recent few months he must have had a rendevous with K-series queen Ekta Kapoor ( sorry did i miss out the extra K in the Kapoor. Whatever!!! but one advice ....plz carry lots of tissue or handkerchiefs along....just in case u dont want your dupattas wet with tears and noses blown. The movie is just for 2 hrs but it seems as if it has been hrs since your shedding the tears. Well the movie casts have done justice to their respective roles...including the little kiddos. The typical Karan style of script, attires, location. Karan should now come out the monotonous scripts and try something new....wait a minute the last time he tried something new .......it was DOSTANA. I take back my words.
Well after the movie We all Family left with heavy heads to compensate by having a light dinner out. With some suggesting Chinese, some Punjabi, while some suggesting we go home ...........the agruement took time to settle but after all We are Family :)

Think Practical!

2010-08-31T06:05:00.000-07:00

Day begins with an early morning bell from the sweeper to collect the garbage.....what a way to begin. Half open eyes, trying to peep through the tiny open slits of the eyelids adjusting my tassled hair, costume i open the door to pass on the stinking parcel of garbage. It surely not a pleasant first thing to do in the morning. I wash my hands to prepare a cup of tea and move ahead to brush....meantime to save time i open the cupboard to decide what dress would be best today, as i need to be presentable when i am lecturing my medical students.One by one i reject the dresses, bcoz some are not ironed, some were just worn in the past week, and the blacks are not to be worn on a Monday. I think and think but find it difficult to decide ......but suddenly my thinking is broken down by a smell coming from the kitchen. I rush to see my tea evaporated with a black layer in the vessel. Meanwhile the phone rings. Its a bad time to talk but reluctantly i pick up the call ( just in case its a patient ....dont want to be unavailable )But hear my mom calling from Dubai ( she and dad have been to visit my sister there ). As she goes on with her inqueries about the status of the house in her absence....i have to sound pretty NORMAL! While i am answering her queries the doorbell rings....its my cook. I cut short my conversation with mom and welcome Her Honour! She looks around the kitchen and quesions me what to prepare ( another question.....was never so stressed answering even during my medical exams ). Trying to find out a easy way out i smile ( forcefully ) and ask her to prepare her favourite. She smiles ( sarcastically ) and says there are no vegetables since yesterday. That gets me back my memory that my to-do-list had an unfinished job of purchasing grocery which i kept pushing to the 2nd priority and it finally ended up in the last. So i try to act as if i had forgotten that i had a dinner and lunch invitation today by a colleague so it would be a holiday for her today ( just incase she told mom ). She gave a big broad smile as if she had won the argument battle and said, " Tai ( sister ) did you forget today is your Monday fast ". Oh i just remembered my way to bribe God to get a good, lovable etc etc Hubby. Well so i reply, " thats it then you dont have to cook its my fast". The Annapurna Godess replies, " Well today evening i have some work so cant come, thought i had cook food now so you could leave the fast at night". As the conversation is continuing i just remember its already 8.15am and i have a lecture to be taken at 9am. So mid conversation i leave the decision to her and rush for a quick shortcut bath. No tea, no breakfast i rush to the college. As i step into my Department I ask my peon to quickly put in and adjust the OHP in 1st yr class. As i open my file i realise that the presentation transparencies i was to show were forgotten home. I could feel the sweat on my forehead, in my axilla & also dripping along my back down as a stream. Well this was just not my day, i realised. And me to give a lecture on this day when everything was just going wrong.......would be nothing but a Disaster. I could picture me facing the class as my students laughed at me fumbling to find words and recollect my notes, suddenly as I went blank and pale. With trembling hands i took the attendence register and walked slowly towards the class just to kill time. I wished the bell rang and everybody just ran out of the class or better nobody was present today in the class (mass bunking) which would make my job easier to declare off the topic. But as i told you this was just not my day ......the class was packed to its strength. Should i feel proud for being a sensible teacher to have such an attendance or should I curse myself for this day.
I stand before the crowd .....take a few deep breaths and try to calm my mind. I tell the students with great effort that today would not be a typical study lecture for a change .......it would be something different ........a more interactive session. To begin i asked them what they understood about the subject my department has been teaching for so many months, how was their way of studying it, what books they referred and how much priority was given etc etc. Then came queries and questions and doubts. But this time i was not surprisingly bored answering the questions being asked. One by one doubts were cleared. I shared some of my college days experience, stressed on group studies, presentationns in classroom etc. So we did not realise how the hour had passed. I did not even feel the empty stomach crawling inside. It was one of the best lecture ever taken. Yes bcoz not like the regular lectures i had thought this time outside the frame .........so had my students who understood and thought outside the frame of the syllabus.
That give me a sign of relief afterwards as i knew that the day was gonna be positive ahead for me :)

Time Travel

2010-03-06T08:22:00.000-08:00

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The rain patted on the window pane .....there was complete darkness around in the house ( Thanks to the MSEB which puts off the lights even at the rustle of a leaf ). There was a tap on the door. Shreya rummaged through the drawers for the candle shouting loud in the pitch darkness, " Hold on I am coming" Then whispering to herself..." How many times I told Suraj to fix a generator but he is just not interested in home affairs". " Just like his father" came a thought in a mind in the next room.
Shreya opened the door holding the candle close to the strangers face, she saw a frail figure standing in front of her. "Can I meet Mrs. Sheila Sharma?please" said the stranger in a sympahtetic tone. Shreya was taken back by the question...before she could ask who was it he wanted to meet? ......she remembered the name and called out confused " Amma, there's someone at the door wanting to meet you". As the trembling legs walked slowly towards the door adjusting her specs she looked up.The first glance took her back in the time machine to 40yrs flashback.......
while Suraj was crying uncontrollably in the cradle, she was engrossed in deep thinking as to how she could find a job & if she found one how would she manage with the just 1yr baby.
" You still look the same as before" he said in a weak, guilt filled voice standing still at the door, while Shreya stood beside her mother- in- law, whispering in her ears " who is he? Should we ask him to come in and have a seat?". " No " said Amma " I dont recognise him, give him some money and close the door".
She could still hear the angry voices even after 40 yrs echoing in the house where she spent each day hearing the abuses for her husband who cheated them by not repaying their debt. He had left her without a word all alone not turning back a single day to see how she lived.
She had lost her past working hard to survive with her only fatherless child ....had planned her future since then ......but was uncertain if her present decision was right!

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COLOURS !!

2010-03-03T02:19:00.000-08:00

Well i know i am some days late talking about HOLI...the festival of colours. But this is a general blog about colours. It can be the colours we see in Nature...the colourful flowers, the colourful creatures, insects etc etc. Colours form a very important part in our life. We say our life is colourful when a variety of good things are happening around us. A widow many dress in white to show her life is colourless but well why blame white it also a colour .....then why she cant pick the other colours. The sign of depression is blue.....but boys are always linked with the colour blue and girls with pink. Some like it in light, some like it dark while some like it bright. I belong to the last category. Bright and catchy, stunning to the eyes and easily visible in a crowd. Most of my friends find it too loud when i wear bright colours but thats my taste. It speaks my mind that " People I am there around...very much visible". Pastles also look good but thats the colour i use for my make up coz i know i am not on a T.v show or marriage function ( everyday )to have myself painted bright ( err.. but excuse me sometimes my lipstick may go towards a little brighter side ).
In Dubai or U.K ( the 2 places I visited ) I found shopping pretty boring. All the malls had stuff only in Black and White. It was as if no other colour existed here. Well thats what they consider decent to wear when you work. I guess! the people there will almost faint or wear glares at work if i happened to get a job there.Not that I hate these 2 colours ( i wear religiously a black dress on saturday & a white on mondays).Well i know you must be saying why have i got stuck only on costumes regarding colour....well ok let me move on......Colours make your day change. Try it, if you are in a real bad, depressive mood look at anything that is colourful around you may just brighten up. It helps...colours are very refreshing and no matter which colour it is...black or white or red...mix it wit any other colour it will give you a new colour.This gives us a message....Mix and blend with the people around you you will create and learn something new in life....then you will never say my life is colourless!!!

Controversy Vs Publicity or Publicity Vs Controversy

2010-02-12T00:28:00.000-08:00

Well the hot topic of the day or the past few days....no its not Filmfare Award nite nor is it the world cup and not even Elections. I know the queen of controversies (Rakhi Sawant) must be feeling quite insecure.This time its a mixture of all 3. When we talk of 3, latest would bring to our minds '3 IDIOTS'. But this time i am talking of the collision of cricket-politics-bollywood.
I guess the young heart throbs must be thanking Shahrukh, because of whom they can celebrate Valentine's Day without any fear of Political interference. As this time the poilitician paid goons would be busy pelting stones, damaging public property near the multiplexes...showing mercy to the shop owners whose shops would be decorated with flowers, chocolates, cards, for this years Valentines day.
Indeed they say words are like swords....so use them carefully. But i guess when you accuse someone of making a particular statement I guess you need to put urself in the opposite person's shoes to understand what did he actually meant and why he meant so.Sometimes expressions are wrongly translated by media or wrongly understood by viewers which spread like fire and cause mass destruction. People need to understand it was not Pakistan he spoke about it was a Cricket fan who supported a player, this does not make him a hardcore Pakistani.
When every year we proudly celebrate India's Independence Day......after such controversies one needs to really think do we have the freedom of expression and speech. I am not a Shahrukh Khan fan but i just support him cause I feel there is nothing wrong in expressing yourself unless you verbal abuse someone. I would see the movie ' My Name is Khan' not from entertainment point of view but i guess this time i would see to show that i live in a democratic, independent country where nobody decides what i do or what i say.

Thoughts cluster.

2010-01-22T09:43:00.000-08:00

Today I spent some time for myself...well not in the parlour or the loooo. I sat down to think what my mind thinks and why it thinks so ( I know thats also a part of thinking). But it was after a telephonic talk with a close friend who made me realise that since some days all i did was criticizing the people and their work around me. Ghosh! good i realised,or else i was turning into a grumbler. I know nobody's perfect in this world ...even me, yet why do i expect everything around me to be just upto the mark. As there are variety of people so there are variety of temperaments. When we point out to others mistakes we generalize them to be good for nothing or bad people. But why dont we see that the so-considered bad people can also have a good side. The bad part developed in them has come from some bad incident which must have occured in their life. This gives birth to the evil side of theirs where they want nobody around them to be happy and suffer the same way they lived.......sounds like one of the K-series i guess.
Well finally my point is that when someone behaves badly with you what do you do ?
As I surveyed among my friends 60% said," to err is human, to forgive is divine" ( the good Samaritans)30% said stay away from them(the bad ppl) and never go their way coz they can never improve even by forgiving, 8% said teach them back such a lesson that they will never dare to confront you again (these looked like the bhai-log). So what do i conclude with .......just as Gandhiji said when some1 slaps you on one cheek put forth your other cheek! No way then all i would be getting whould be slaps and slaps till i dropped back. Well i think thats too much off thinking for today. " I think the thought of sleeping is some good thinking" Yawn ......Godmite.......sorry Goodnight!

The next year!

2010-01-21T07:46:00.000-08:00

As my New Year Resolutions vanish the very next dawn of 2010.........so its a good excuse as to why cant my daily day to day resolutions break down. A day before, i make a note of things to be done with their time targets ( learnt it frm one of my uncle from germany), well i do accomplish most of them but the minor ones fail drastically.
Eg- 1.I plan to be punctual for my work on time at the exact time when it strikes 9am (like the germans do) but alas i end up rushing huffing and puffing at 9.30am sometimes even 9.40am.
2.I plan to go to Gym atleast 3 times a week ....i do manage to but i end up going twice or sometimes once or even worse .....bunk the whole week.
3.Next I decide for a strict diet regime...so i have stuffed my kitchen self with cornflakes, oatmeal, etc which i do religiously have before leaving for work but in the department when some asks for company for an oil soaked samosa or sinful sweet ....up goes my hand first.
4.I promise to never scatter my clothes around in my room ........but instead of heading straight to wardrobe or washing machine they end up lying around in the room as there is never a "will do it later"
5."Its grooming time to make yourself look better and presentable .......ooh but i feel so bored to go the parlour and wait for my turn so just forget it".....but when there is an on the spot informed function to be attend i end up feeling disgusted by the way i am looking and then i have to run helter skelter to get myself a good parlour.
6.I plan to file up the documents on the weekends which are just pushed in my drawers so its handy when i need to reach them ......but weekends end up for friends .....and the D-day never comes.
So thats how my year ends and another year begins.

'Natrang'

2010-01-14T09:44:00.000-08:00

Here I am back again after a real big pause...well though i can see my comp in front of me everyday i just cant get ahead and type down my thoughts. I know its like giving the stupid old excuse," I have been so busy " makes no sense. But seriously sometimes running around your work steals the moments of doing something what your heart desires. I so much wanted to pen down things after I had been to the movie "3 Idiots" which surely made a difference to my life, my job(as a lecturer to medical students). Well never mind .....i should not regret after I saw this wonderful Marathi movie " Natrang". Hats off to the refined actor " Atul Kulkarni", he really did justice to his role. But alas the theatre we had been in was having a group of Notorious pranksters. The were making such lewd and abusive comments throughout the complete movie. It was really embarassing to watch and hear such remarks with the family. As such the movie had a bold subject which could have taken a vulgar turn if not directed properly....but kudos to the director who took such great care and put forth his subject in a most decent way.Atul Kulkarni really won the hearts of the people by his challenging role. The first part where he had to put on 15kgs weight more than his normal and in the 2nd half where he had to loose 10 kgs less than his normal. I would have loved to narrate the movie....but it would be nice if you see it with a blank mind and not a prejudiced mind. It is indeed a "must see" movie. All the people in the movie have done their part well. No moments go slow .....and the Lavani (Marathi folk dance & song) is too good especially after a long gap we hear one in the movie.I guess the quality and storylines of Marathi movies are getting from better to Best.

Back again! after a break

2009-11-17T06:14:00.000-08:00

Well its been a real long unsaid break after which i am back. So much travelling and work has really kept me as busy as a Bee ( thats what my friends have been calling me) Wish i could make to be the Queen Bee, atleast i could have a crown on my head and make the Drones work on my orders. But Alas! i guess i need to stop day-dreaming.....Wake up " kid ". I am writing this post from 7 seas across.......thats the old saying.... not exactly seven may be one. I am in Dubai right now since some days but could make it to write a blog as the net was showing only arabic language and i needed some time to uncode or translate it and get back to english. While i am here finally on a short break at my sisters place .....i thought why not list down a few posts on my experiences here. Well you can say the difference of lifestyle here and the one in India coz that would be what i would be heading towards after some time, comparing the two countries ...i know it happens naturally. I know a typical Patriotic would sing "saare jahan se accha Hindustan hamara" but people we need to take the true facts with a pinch or spoonful of salt. When i walk around and see the immense progress and miracles this city could make on a DESSERT.
Many questions arise in my mind.....Why cant my country be this way? Why is our population number just inflating? Why are we still financially poor? Why are we still under the tag of undeveloped country?. Pune which we call the OXFORD OF EAST! is only in words ....look at the transportation system its pathetic. People are half drained waiting for their train or bus. In so many years we could not think of a METRO to happen......are we still that poor ? especially with the industrial belt like Pimpri- Chinchwad which forms one of the richest Corporation in Asia.
I guess we need to take out the mask of being over patriotic and covering the truth. What needs to be changed should be changed. Its time we take our step ahead and change the system and make true the song "saare jahan se accha........" Well friends this is just the beginning there is still more to come.....Picture abhi bakki hai ...mere bhai! Sorry, that was a too filmy statement.

Indian Dream

2009-10-03T09:23:00.000-07:00

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Dreams are a state of sub-conscious mind….well don’t worry I am not getting into medical explanation. It’s just that have we “The Indians” come out of our sub-conscious state to a conscious state yet? When we look around us and see the way our systems work I guess it is best to just go back to our dreams.

But as it is said……

“Don’t sleep to just dream but wake up to make your dreams come true”.

Talking about Indian Dream ……….lets analyze this by every Individual Indian……dreaming for -

Politicians dream…… the progress of the country can’t believe it? Right! Well then it could be how to retain the chair of fame or hide the black money?

NRI’s dream …….. “Wish India could be a better place to live with all the comforts I get in this adopted country”……….this is what an NRI dreams ……..one who enjoys life out there and keeps criticising Indian lifestyle. But well they prefer to go to the people who pay them good for the work they do rather than pull you down to the ground, so cant blame them.

Farmer’s dream- Hope we get the right amount paid for the crops from the market so that we are not forced to sell the land for filling our empty stomachs.

Soldiers dream…..hope we get ride of these out dated weapons and get so sufficient ration to survive and keep our country safe.

Teenagers dream…….for a modern India with all the latest advanced technologies.

Experience aged persons dream…….Will my pension money reach me on time safely.

A sports- lovers dream……..Wish India wins a trophy or atleast a medal in the Olympics.

Common mans dream……Will the prices reduce back? Will the recession end? Will somebody hear my problems and help me solve them?

Leaders of our yesteryears dreamt of beautiful successful and independent India. But let’s ask ourselves are we living to the expectations of what our ancestors dreamt of? Every drop of their blood shed for a better future.

But is it of any use just going on blaming the government…….coz how many times have we done corruption ourselves to get our work done? How many times have we strictly followed the rules put down for us? How many times do we prefer an Indian brand over an international brand? How capable are we in Crisis Management? Many such questions are left unanswered or may be even questioned! Well the answers to these questions could make an Indian dream come true.

Remember to make a dream come true we just don’t need money and power but a true will and a truthful path. Then only we can say the Indian motto stands right, “Satyameva Jayate" (Sanskrit: "Truth Alone Triumphs")

Finally as a proud Indian I would like to put my Indian dream before you …….as I see my country a beautiful land with its rich and varied heritage and amazing unity in diversity standing high, reaching the stars and achieving all the dreams seen by tired eyes.

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The Superior Scribbler award!!!

2009-09-30T22:47:00.000-07:00

Well Thanks Sid !!! if u think i am good at scribbling. Well its my childhood habit to scribble on paper....when i was a kid i scribbled things which made no sense, now too i scribble but after i got this award in my list i guess i scribble sensible things. After a stressful day at work when i saw the awards given out.... i could not wait to add them to my blog, It really de-stressed me.
Well as the rules say ( I being an obedient person)...here it goes
As with every Bloggy Award, there are A Few Rules. They are, forthwith:

* Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
* Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award. Sid -http://sidoscope.blogspot.com/
* Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post- http://scholastic-scribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/200-this-blings-for-you.html, which explains The Award.
*Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
* Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

Those were the best days of my life.........

2009-09-21T08:00:00.000-07:00

I remember the heavy rains pouring out kept people back home safe....well but only young blood like us could think of adventures at this time. So we, a bunch of friends take out our car push our selves ( nearly 7 ) in one car and hit the road. Make it to CCD not the near one, closeby to our homes but the one which is some 15kms as it is 24hrs open. After some good chat and laugh, while on our way back home the water had risen over a bridge, due to the down pour and at a certain point while crossing the bridge we all sat with our fingers crossed as my friend behind the steering asked after crossing a certain patch " Are we still on the bridge or off the side of the bridge". all we could react is maintain dead silence.....but this trip remained as an adventurous memory in all our minds.
Next i remember we friends were just done with seeing a movie...and were supposed to go back home but....one of us got a 'Thought' "why dont we go for a SHORT drive?". Another head dragged the idea ahead by suggesting the Highway (Mumbai- Pune Expressway) which is a lovely drive. Then another head scratched and concluded (he stays somewhere mid-way between pune & mumbai....Panvel)" If we travelling that way why dont you guys drop me home?". Well then unanimously we all agreed to drop him to Panvel which is some 60-70kms from our start point.So at 11pm we leave to drop our friend in Panvel (without our parents knowing....)I had to convince a friends mom to allow her to stay at my place, so my parents dont get upset in her presence regarding the late night.When we reached this guys house his mom when she opened the door at first she was shocked later surprised to see as to why her son returned home at such an odd hour from Pune. Then after getting to know the story she cooled. We reached back home crossing our fingers by 1.30am.....but the temperature back home was cool.So that made a safe entry for me.
Another incident i remember is playing a prank on one of our friend in our group. It so happened that a friend of ours was getting married. As the rituals seemed never ending, two of us thought of bringing some suspense and action. So we first collected essential things- tissue paper, kajal pencil, red roses and put our whacky brains to work. Writing down some romantic quotes on the tissue with the kajal, we caught hold of our messenger boy( a small kid running around aimlessly....) bribed him with a chocolate and asked him to deliver the rose and tissue with quotes to the boy in blue shirt (our bakra.....one of our friend from our group). And the series of delivery went on smoothly one after the other, without my friend realising it was us. To make it feel real we asked our messenger to give it when we were with our friend talking.First our friend was all blushing and enjoying. But as the number of tissues increased .......tension began slightly to mount in. So the next day we disclosed our naughty prank to him, before he would start dreaming of this imaginary girl.
Well i really miss those lovely, carefree days. Our typical hangout points with the known waiters, calculating the money we have first then placing the order. Pestering someone for a treat. Celebrating birthdays at mid-night.Buying gifts. Going for treks. And most important being there for whoever was in need.
But now we all seem to have everything except time for each other.......We meet once in a blue moon, often forget birthdays, call once in a while....Guys I know as we move ahead priorities change, responsibilities increase....but lets stand back for each other as we did before....the GITA'S Coffee, Chinese corner is still waiting for us........I REALLY MISS YOU GUYS....(Sonal, Upasana,Resham, Mak, Vihang, Devesh, Andy ). Well i know the ups-and-downs we all have gone through but lets get back those days once again. :)

Acts of Kind Gesture

2009-09-17T22:15:00.000-07:00

As we move around with our busy lives ... we often come across few experiences which could be weird, shocking, funny and some which touch our heart. These experiences may sometimes make you ponder and may even bring a substantial change in you.
Many of us may have seen a good samritan come from nowhere to save you from a situation and may leave without you knowing their name, religion or whether he is rich or poor.

Similary an incident that happened got a change in me,of not to just think for yourself but of the needy people around you.A small gesture of help from you may put a smile not only on the other persons face but you also go back home with a cheerfull ans satisfied heart.Try it out, it works!!!
It so happened that the other day as i was waiting to get a ticket at the railway counter. A lady ahead of me by 2 more people wanting a ticket was rumbling through her bag to get change ( as the man at the counter was adamant to have change). The ppl behind were already grumbling for the long time she was taking which made her all the more tensed. But another poor lady, looking illiterate who stood in front of me just took the change from her handkerchief and gave it to the lady to pay at the counter. When the lady who needed the change told the poor lady that she would not be able to re-pay back the amount immediately. The poor lady asked her to keep it and take her ticket. This incident kept me thinking...that while we all stood there watching the lady search and struggle with her purse to get the change none of us voluntered to give the change which was just a peanut amount for us. But the poor lady who lives on daily wages did not stand there watching or thinking but made her act of kind gesture.
Once in the bus as most of us stood struggling in the roller-coaster ride, trying hard to balance an old, fragile lady who stood next to me, seemed impossible to balance herslf or stand anymore.... I looked around for a seat for her. There were many fit and fine ppl comfortable in their seats......some trying hard to sleep, some trying to look out of the window to ignore the helpless ppl standing. A physically challenged boy got up from his seat and gave his seat to the lady. This made a college going young boy feel guilty who promptly stood up and offered his seat to the boy with his crutches. I guess this incident did not bring a change in me or the college boy ...but it must have surely touched the heart of all the ppl in the bus.

Teachers: aaj kaal

2009-09-05T08:22:00.000-07:00

This post has been published by me on the occasion of the Teachers' Day as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 2; the second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

I would like to put this blog in both perspectives as a teacher ( i teach in a proffessional college) & as a student ( which i have been in past and still am). Well talking about the teachers then and now ......the question is is there a difference in teaching and the people under that tag. Well just as times change and are different so would this also. The teachers when i was a student were strict, disciplined and also knew their student personally.This brought a kind of closeness as well as respect for each other. Now-days the strictness is there but the distance between the student-teacher relation has increased, reason- too many students to handle in one class. As students we did make fun of them, 'then'and the severe punishment we received still brings gooseskin. But never remember involving parents in the tussle. But 'now' the fun making of teachers is still there but teachers think twice before punishing the child. So now forget the song'' chaddi (stick) lage chum chum, vidhya (knowlegde) yeyi ghum ghum". The increased involvement of the parents in school matters have left the teachers insecure to deal with the child. The teachers then taught as a hobby with all their heart, the teachers now teach only to cover the vast syllabus targeted before them. The teachers then were respected by all means by their students, the teachers now have to search for it ( as i have students brush by teachers when talking on their cells but dont bother to stop and say sorry). It does not matter who is at fault as both sides are equally wrong -the student and teacher which is why the times have changed of the Teachers - then and now. A little respect to both sides surely bring back the teachers of THEN.

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ALMOST SINGLE

2009-08-24T06:38:00.000-07:00

This is about an interesting book i just happened to read ..."Almost Single" by Advaita Kala. Its a rather hilarious book with a whacky sense of humour. The story relates to a 29 yrs old SINGLE ( guess matches my biography) girl ( or woman according to the world). She lives a carefree life, takes her own decisions, parties, shops to her own will but is always tormented by the society and not to forget the typical filmi mother by one question ' when will you get married'. Not that she does not want to get married....coz she tries all the means from tantrics to matrimonial sites to find her Mr. Right, until she meets one ( just by chance). As she juggles between her job ( with a sulking boss), friends and her love life she is confused at climax of the story is she really ready for marriage yet?
Putting in some interesting paras from the book -

For most ppl life and love are like a game of ' connect -the -rite -dots'.the numbers always form a staight line to the goal.The result is a perfect picture. For the lesser half - especially those who inhabit my world- the vision is a blur of blots and splotches and there is no straight line to speak of.
Sometimes life is like a book. You can get so desperate to reach the end of the story that you conviently skip a couple of chapters. However when you do get to the end, you're left with this icky restless feeling and you know that you need to go back to those missing chapters before you can close the book.
Nina maasi asking me the same question, ' so beta, when will you give us some good news' As i was at work pre-occupied, i had a gazillion reasons to say, ' Well, I'm pregnant !' ( i loved this statement to get the mouths shut)
In some disco-music-blaring corner of every gym, wherever in the world it is, you'll find a damsel in calorific distress revealing her woes to teh the one person who is paid to listen.
Dating is so expensive not just for men. With men, its all the obivious costs like gas bills, dinner bills etc. With women there are so many hidden costs - new clothes, regular salon visits, waxing your legs, doing your eyebrows, colouring you hair, new shoes etc.... When you start dating some1 the frequency and intensity multiply, unfortunately the income does not!

Finally after i am done with the book i feel somebody has spoken my heart out. plz ppl can you leave us singles alone till we find the right match for us.

Ganapati

2009-08-21T04:00:00.000-07:00

well Ganesh Festival round the corner. Its one of my favorite Gods (apologies to the rest...well if we can have favourite colors, fav. heroes i guess fav. Gods is also fine). The interesting part is the festival goes on for 10 days without fail, come what may. Unlike Diwali which depends on the calender year. I remember my days in school we all friends gathered along to have a look at the amazing decorations around the city. We spent the whole night walking around the city without getting tired or sleepy. Not to forget how we friends mananged to get along to practice dance, inspite of our parents complaining of wasting study time in usless dance. But no i see the same ppl ( parents) all excited with my nephews dance practice, where he is in total 3 dances and a drama. Well its true times change and so do ppl. ;) The best part i like is when we all colony members dressed to our best, who dont meet each other through out the year other than a hi or bye in the parking come together for the aarati and not to forget the delicious sweets shared later.The strangest part is that you can have an image of Ganapathi from anything and everything.....try it out from a leave, flower, coconut etc.

But coming to the commercialisation of the ganesh festival.... the warganis ( charity) forcefully taken in the name of God is annoying. I remember the goons from different mandals ( organisations) coming to collect money in my clinic. i nearly had a heated brawl with one of them. But my dad said just dont argue and pay to their demands or else they will create trouble. Hence on, i half- heartedly pay them for their gamble and drinks indirectly. When we say India is an INDEPENDENT and DEMOCRATIC country ............i still give it a second thought.

HAPPY GANESH FESTIVAL

CELEBRATING 62YRS OF INDEPENDENCE

2009-08-15T10:10:00.001-07:00

With the patriotism fever everywhere around to celebrate 60yrs of freedom in independent India, gives you also a festive feel. I remember when I was in school in the primary class 15th August meant only as a mere “holiday”. But as I reached the higher classes and went thru the history pages it made me realize that it was moral responsibility to pay respect to the martyrs who shed their young blood for our country……..hence I would reach to school early morning and proudly sing loudly on top of my voice patriotic songs.Then, came college life where the tradition broke down as nobody attended college regularly for lectures leave aside Independence day. It was the day for all buddies to meet up and plan for a short trip to Lonavala or Sinhaghad.
But when I grew up and passed the phase of a teenager I realized the need why I have to salute my flag on this precious day, though I did not sing the songs aloud like I did in my school days but the meanings of the songs which I did not understand then got me goose skin now. It made me realize why I cud breath the air freely today, why I could think freely today, why I could express my wish to be what I want, to get wat I want, and to fight for what I want today without any fear ………only bcoz of the ppl who sacrificed their desires so their tomorrows could fly as a free bird and not be caged.
But do we real have it in us the “PATRIOTISM”. Well if it is there how do, you show it?The feeling of patriotism towards your country or countrymen need not be showed by just furling the flag on one single day and never to look back at it again til the next time. It should be felt from within the heart….it shud be seen thru our actions. We often blame the system for anything that goes wrong but how often do we forget that the system is made of ppl who were once us. Can we today point out a Gandhi anywhere around us….. I guess no. We r all scared and not brave to do what our great leaders or freedom fighters did yrs back.. We all r too busy with an indifferent attitude to raise our voice against any injustice happening around us… instead we get absorbed in the corruption so things go easy when its our turn. So does it help by showing patriotism on one single day and remembering those brave souls if we are still slaves of corruption?Well certainly not, these legends should be remembered at each step we take in every day life.

Swine Mania

2009-08-11T09:09:00.000-07:00

Swine Flu ........ everywhere. Funny some ppl dont even knw the meaning of the word "Swine". Have the government taken adequate measures to control the situation is the question? We all know the answer. Have we ppl supported the Government by following the instructions layed & educating ourselves regarding the precautionary measures needed......we dont want to answer. I guess everyones just wasting time blaming each other......while the media is busy digging for breaking news. The public blames the hospital .....the hospital blames the govt........the govt blames the ppl again .........and the vicious cycle continues.
Getting on the lighter side, there even jokes coming up on Swine flu like........(S) wine flu 'S' being silent :) Wel after Bird flu , Chicken gunya now Swine flu ....... i wonder which animal is next to be honoured with his name to be put after a disease ..........hope that day never comes

Things that annoy me.......

2009-07-28T10:54:00.000-07:00

- When people lack parkin sense and park their vehicle without thinkin of the vehicles around theirs.- When i m in a real hurry to leave for work and in pops my neighbour ( who loves to sit and chat for hours)- When my mom wants me to look for something in the kitchen which she says is in a jar ....... all jars look identical to me.- When a friend borrows a book and does not return it for ages inspite of askin her 'n' number of times.- When people eat stuff n litter around- When there is no proper toilet arrangement when travelling anywhere in India.- When a friend promises to make it for movie or coffee and does not turn up.- When a friend gives a missed cal from the cell to save money and expects you to cal back.- When your standing in a queue some people instead of taking the line just barge in between.- When people in govt offices do not guide you the right way and talk in an inpolite manner.- When healthy people capable to work beg on signals.

No-Entry

2009-07-27T09:33:00.001-07:00

This is an interesting incident which occurred a few days back with me. I was on my way to Bharathi Bhavan in Pune for some work. As I was going to that place after a very long gap on my 2-wheeler….it was obvious that it slipped out of my mind that the bridge which lead to Bharathi Bhavan was a NO-ENTRY ( no sign boards present at visible distance for the same) for 2-wheelers. So as I was crossing the bridge an auto driver warned me, that 2-wheelers not supposed to cross the bridge. So very sincerely I took a U-turn (stupid me) to take another road. But……alas! It was too late. A policewoman came and stood in front of me. From now on the policewoman will be called- ‘MAMI’ ( in Maharashtra policeman are called MAMA’S which is mothers brother …….so woman MAMI )MAMI- removes my vehicle keys in the middle of the road and says ‘show me your license’ME- trying to prove innocence over the matter ‘please can I have the keys?’ MAMI- ‘show me your license’ and walks away to stop 2 more other guys on 2-wheeler.ME- taking my vehicle to the side (without the keys) ‘ma’am my license is in the purse which is in the dickey’.MAMI- giving me the keys ‘get your license to that place’ pointing a small office like thing.ME- carrying my PUC (which I luckily renewed just a day before) ‘here is my license and PUC’ looking with relief at the other 2 guys sailing in my boat.MAMI- taking my license along with the other 2 guys license ‘wait till the senior sir comes’One guy tries to settle the matter…….the 2nd guy pleads innocent………ME not wanting to accept it was my fault………..says….ME- ‘I am new to this place as there was no sign board I did not know 2-wheelers not allowed there’MAMI- furiously says ‘ so madam do you expect some1 shud stand there with a board for you’ME- says excuse me that’s a stupid answer………but in my mind. ‘Ok but wen is ur senior sir expected to come, I mean how long do we( including the other to guys ) have to wait’.Strange but in times of troubles even strangers don’t take long to become frnds. While we all r trying our best to Maska maro the MAMI…………its entry time for our Hero ( the senior sir ) of the day……….. a thin man in his mid forties.As he walks in the MAMI hands over the charge to him and makes her exit. Now the character of our senior sir…….MAMA.MAMA- in marathi ‘ ok wats the problem’.ME- happy that some1 finally wants to hear my problem starts speaking ‘ sir I had no idea this bridge has no entry for 2-wheeler so I took U-turn midway (trying to show my honesty) and then I was caught and…..blah blah blah’.MAMA- ‘ok madam go to Shivajinagar office and collect your license after paying a fine of 500rs’.ME- Silent…….remembered my friend Anand ( he is some1 who has never missed a chance of being caught by a traffic police…….for breaking a signal or even for not breaking ). I just felt like calling him to ask him if he knew any way to escape from this situation without paying fine and also getting back your license.The other guys ‘ sir please settle the matter here only, lets do some settlement’.MAMA- ‘ see you guys force us to accept money and then blame us for taking bribe’ME- joins the gang and says’ sir please settle it down I have important work and am getting late’.MAMA- ‘ok that wil be 100rs’ME- stil arguing or rather bargaining ‘that’s quite a lot please make it 50rs’MAMA- to my surprise ‘oks give 50rs and take your license and leave’ME- stil not happy ……why? Because if I wud have said 20rs may he wud stil have agreed……….wel dunno.Anyway I paid the cash and sped off wonderin whether it was profitable bargain or a loss!!

Mee Shivaji Raje Bhosale Boltoy

2009-04-30T20:52:00.000-07:00

Just a few days back i saw this amazing movie ....."Mee Shivaji Raje Bhosale Boltoy" It was indeed an inspirational one. A must see movie for all. All the characters have done justice to their roles. No moment to get bored or go out of track. There are some occassions which seem typical Hindi movie type scene with concidences but to keep the movie on the right track i think the director has acted right with not too much exaggeration. I had heard a lot of positive review about the movie so could not wait to see it. First i thought it would be a movie potraying marathi favour and was skeptical if it would again give rise to the north indian and marathi bitterness. But after i saw the movie it was different. It showed the brethen unity between the people who came from all the directions of India but adapted the culture of the place where they stayed and became a part of them as an INDIAN. Hats off to the movie. HAPPY MAHARASHTRA DAY.

Phoenix

2009-04-24T02:44:00.000-07:00

Well I have started to blog again after a long pause. After a turn over of events taking place around me i found it difficult to get my hand to type blogs. Now that i have thought to get back to blogging i thought i should start afresh with a new blog account rather than continuing with the old one which was getting a bit to personal. So here i am back again arising like the phoenix to put forth my views, thoughts.