If men and women are truly equal, then men must stop bending over backwards in the pursuit of making women happy, right men? Relationships are increasingly full-fledged partnerships after all, so why should men be the only ones trying to make women happy?
Men want to be happy and boys just want to have fun as well, so here are 10 things that men look for in the pursuit of happiness and Ms. Perfect. Read the list and answer the question that all men deliberate: do we prefer a pretty face or a beautiful body?
10. Charm
Charm is what draws men to those women who are not as good-looking as the others in their black book. Charm is what pulls them back to women even after they burn them. Charm is the one thing that lets women get away with murder ‑- okay, charm and the next thing on the list.
9. A Statuesque Body
They may not admit this to women, but when they’re walking down the street with their women, they want to show them off. Show off what? Their crazy curves and full figure.
8. A Beautiful Face
This one will stand the test of time. A pretty face can get away with murder. While this should not be the top characteristic, it is helpful to admit that they must find a woman who will please their eyes and excite their everything else.
Remember, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, unless of course he is a magician named David. So do not choose someone based on what your friends say, go with whom you want to wake up with. They like beautiful things and they shall make no apologies for this.
7. Honesty & Trust
When the games are played, final rounds called and booty calls over, they want someone they can confide in. The most successful relationships are built upon trust, candor and honesty; anything else is equivalent to building a house on quicksand.
Receiving a pat on the back when they do things right is nice, but it's even nicer to be told when they're wrong, provided of course that they are not made to feel like crap, which takes us to the next point...
6. R-E-S-P-E-C- T
The last thing they want is a woman who lets them down, embarrasses them and makes them out to be fools, especially in public. Gentlemen, there is nothing wrong with admitting that they are excessively proud and sensitive to criticism, but if done right, constructive criticism from the one person who knows them best can only make them better men, fathers, lovers, brothers and human beings.
Why do I say this? Next time a woman tells you something, do not cut her off and put her in her place; listen, pay attention and remember: actions, not words, are what matter. True, women may not have Tammy Wynette standing by them in a state of oblivion, but respect in a partnership is about praise as well criticism, not shutting up and telling it like it is. It helps when it is done with humor (well, not at our expense).
5. Sense of Humor
This will forever remain a priority for any man. They work hard, they put up with a lot, and they need a woman who will put a smile on his faces when things are gloomy, and make them laugh when things are down. Now guys, I have been curious as to whether you like it when women make you laugh or when you make them laugh. Being able to make them laugh is good for your egos, but getting a smile on your faces is the best tonic possible.
Women always rank a sense of humor as the trait they like most in men. A woman who finds it challenging to smile and be pleasant will be a thorn in his side until the day he dies, and trust me, your judgment day will come before hers.
4. Intelligence & Confidence
Previous generations probably preferred a smart woman ‑- not just book smart, but also street smart. But truth be told ‑- and this will not please feminists (but then again, who cares?) ‑- many men did not want an overly smart woman, after all, it would be too hard to tame and control her. After all, men feared that women could become unstable and make demands (oh no...)
Today, I like to think that they have matured a bit and now see the value in having a valuable ally as a partner. If a housewife, mother and maid is all that they are looking for, you are selling yourself short men, so go out and find someone who will learn from you as much as you will learn from her; imagine the powerhouse couple that you will make.
3. Ambition & Drive
If a partner is what you seek, then they will have to find a woman who will challenge his thoughts, stir up his emotions positively and give him a run for his money. Challenges start at home and end on fields, boardrooms and life, so make sure that he meets his match, because practice does make you perfect.
A woman that is too strong-willed will also be too stubborn, and this is just plain frustrating, but one that chooses her battles diplomatically will prove to come out a winner in the game of life. Would you not want her on your team?
2. Heart of gold
If you are looking to get involved for the long haul, a kind woman with a heart of gold will nurture them and offer the compassion, sincerity, warmth, and affection they need to make it to the top. Just make sure they are able to reciprocate the kindness, because someone ultimately will and then she'll run for the hills.
1. Love
Although there are different things that make them happy ‑- some of them may not have been on the list but should have been, while others are but should not have been ‑- when all is said and done and the ink has dried up, the first dates turn into the honeymoon stage, and the relationship develops, all men really want is love.
May 24, 2007
May 23, 2007
May 22, 2007
Some quotes tht i really like reading often
Why are women ... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.
To repeat what others have said, requires education, to challenge it, needs brains
No one, Eleanor Roosevelt said, can make you feel inferior without your consent. Never give it.
Rain drop falling from the sky has nothing in mind except to hit the earth. No matter how tough the drop is, it still reaches its destiny!
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
Lying is done with words and also with silence.
It is very hard to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings – much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.
The right to be heard does not automatically include the right to be taken seriously.
The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in a thing makes it happen.
If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can't, you're right.
You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself one.
The greatest part of our happiness depends on our dispositions, not our circumstances.
Tact is the ability to describe others as they see themselves.
Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness.
To repeat what others have said, requires education, to challenge it, needs brains
No one, Eleanor Roosevelt said, can make you feel inferior without your consent. Never give it.
Rain drop falling from the sky has nothing in mind except to hit the earth. No matter how tough the drop is, it still reaches its destiny!
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
Lying is done with words and also with silence.
It is very hard to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings – much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.
The right to be heard does not automatically include the right to be taken seriously.
The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in a thing makes it happen.
If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can't, you're right.
You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself one.
The greatest part of our happiness depends on our dispositions, not our circumstances.
Tact is the ability to describe others as they see themselves.
Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness.
A rhyme with the most romantic first line... but the least romantic second line.
I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Oh loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not
I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off of your face
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell"
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime
Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Oh loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not
I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off of your face
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell"
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime
ZINDAGI GOL HAIN..
Zindagi hai to Khwaab Hai
Khwaab Hai To Manzilein
HaiManzilein Hai To Fasaley Hai
Fasaley Hai To Rastey Hai
Rastay Hai To Mushkilein Hai
Mushkilein Hai To Hausla Hai
Hausla Hai To Vishawas Hai
Vishvas hai to Paisa hai
Paisa hai to Shohrat hai
Shohrat hai to Izzat Hai
Izzat hai to Ladki hai
Ladki hai to Tension hai
Tension hai to Concern hai
Concern hai to a Khayaal hai
Khayaal hai to Khwaab hai
Khawab hai to Growth hai
Growth hai to Zindagi hai
Zindagi hai to khwaab hai
Matlab duniya Gol Gol hai
Bas ghumnewala chahiye
Isnt tht a good one....
Khwaab Hai To Manzilein
HaiManzilein Hai To Fasaley Hai
Fasaley Hai To Rastey Hai
Rastay Hai To Mushkilein Hai
Mushkilein Hai To Hausla Hai
Hausla Hai To Vishawas Hai
Vishvas hai to Paisa hai
Paisa hai to Shohrat hai
Shohrat hai to Izzat Hai
Izzat hai to Ladki hai
Ladki hai to Tension hai
Tension hai to Concern hai
Concern hai to a Khayaal hai
Khayaal hai to Khwaab hai
Khawab hai to Growth hai
Growth hai to Zindagi hai
Zindagi hai to khwaab hai
Matlab duniya Gol Gol hai
Bas ghumnewala chahiye
Isnt tht a good one....
It was just one day
For our friendship - nikki, kay & tashi
It was just one day,
When a walk became a journey so long.
It was just one day,
When a stranger became a friend as we walked along.
It was just one day,
When I found someone whom I could belong.
It was just one day,
When someone blew my shyness, like the wind strong.
It was just one day,
When music in my soul did abound.
It was just one day,
When my world spun and threw me around.
It was just one day,
When everything was amidst stars, and nowhere was the ground.
It was just one day,
When much was said without a sound.
O' just one day,
Just one day.
But a memory forever to stay.
It was just one day,
When a walk became a journey so long.
It was just one day,
When a stranger became a friend as we walked along.
It was just one day,
When I found someone whom I could belong.
It was just one day,
When someone blew my shyness, like the wind strong.
It was just one day,
When music in my soul did abound.
It was just one day,
When my world spun and threw me around.
It was just one day,
When everything was amidst stars, and nowhere was the ground.
It was just one day,
When much was said without a sound.
O' just one day,
Just one day.
But a memory forever to stay.
Don't
Don't wait for time. Make it.
Don't wait for love. Feel it.
Don't wait for money. Earn it.
Don't wait for the path. Find it.
Don't wait for opportunity. Create it.
Don't go for less. Get the best.
Don't compare. Be unique.
Don't fight your misfortune. Transform it.
Don't avoid failure. Use it.
Don't dwell on mistake. Learn from it.
Don't back down. Go around.
Don't close your eyes. Open your mind.
Don't run for life. Embrace it.
Don't wait for love. Feel it.
Don't wait for money. Earn it.
Don't wait for the path. Find it.
Don't wait for opportunity. Create it.
Don't go for less. Get the best.
Don't compare. Be unique.
Don't fight your misfortune. Transform it.
Don't avoid failure. Use it.
Don't dwell on mistake. Learn from it.
Don't back down. Go around.
Don't close your eyes. Open your mind.
Don't run for life. Embrace it.
May 21, 2007
A Thought Of You
This was one of the very early peoms we wrote.. yea it was like some 6 yrs back when i n nikki were trying to write something romantic, there are a few lines stolen from some book but they are mixed some of our words... writing this because today just felt like reading it again after i spoke to nikki some time back...
My kind of music,
My favorite song,
I want to be with you
All day & all night long...
A spring breeze,
A summer sun,
Now that I know you
You are my one...
A winter sparkle,
An autumn tree,
Added all up
It equals to you & me...
My best friend,
My only lover,
From here on out
I'll keep you forever...
A good laugh,
With some happy tears,
You're the one I go to
Through all the coming years...
When it rains it rains,
When it snows it snows,I
wrote this specially for you
& you're the only one who knows...
You keep me warm,
When I'm so cold,
As if my heart were for sale
To you it was sold...
Whether playing our favorite games,
Or to music we sing & listen,
When it comes to you
There's just no competition...
Not the best cut diamonds,
Or the reddest rose,
Could ever amount to
When you hold me close...
& when everything is said & done,
The night is over & we've had our fun,
Out of all the men I choose just one,
The best one of all & that's you Hun.
(tht Hun is honney but wasnt fitting in with the rythmn so our stupid innovation)
Cheers babes... come soon yaar... i m now going to hv some sleepless nights, cant wait to see u n talk to u... hehe u know it
My kind of music,
My favorite song,
I want to be with you
All day & all night long...
A spring breeze,
A summer sun,
Now that I know you
You are my one...
A winter sparkle,
An autumn tree,
Added all up
It equals to you & me...
My best friend,
My only lover,
From here on out
I'll keep you forever...
A good laugh,
With some happy tears,
You're the one I go to
Through all the coming years...
When it rains it rains,
When it snows it snows,I
wrote this specially for you
& you're the only one who knows...
You keep me warm,
When I'm so cold,
As if my heart were for sale
To you it was sold...
Whether playing our favorite games,
Or to music we sing & listen,
When it comes to you
There's just no competition...
Not the best cut diamonds,
Or the reddest rose,
Could ever amount to
When you hold me close...
& when everything is said & done,
The night is over & we've had our fun,
Out of all the men I choose just one,
The best one of all & that's you Hun.
(tht Hun is honney but wasnt fitting in with the rythmn so our stupid innovation)
Cheers babes... come soon yaar... i m now going to hv some sleepless nights, cant wait to see u n talk to u... hehe u know it
Few Shayari’s
From my collection
Aap to manzil ko mushkil samajte he
hum aap ko manzil samajte he,
bada fark he apke or hamare nazariye me
aap hume sapna or hum aap ko apna samajte hai
Bolti hai dosti chup rehta hai pyar,
hasati hai dosti rulaata hai pyar,
milati hai dosti judaa karta hai pyar,
phir bhi kyun dosti chodkar log karte hai pyar?
Leke hum dusro ki hasi kya kare,
jo apni nahi wo khushi kya kare,
tanha jine se behatar hai mar jaye hum,
jab saath tum nahi to zindagi jikar kya kare
Yaad karte hai tumhe tanhai mein,
dil dooba hai gamo ki gehrai mein,
hume mat dhoondna duniya ki bhid mein,
hum millenge tumhe tumhari parchaai mein..
Har baar dil se yeh paigaam aaye
Zubaan kholu to tera he naam aaye
Tum hee kyon bhaye dil ko kya malum
Jab nazroo ke saamne haseen tamaam aaye
Shaam hote hii ye Dil udaas hota hai
Toote khwaboo ke siwa kuch na pass hota hai
Tumahri yaad aise waqt bohat aati hai
Bandar jab koi aas-paas hota hai..
Haseeno ne haseen banke gunaaah kiya,
auro ko to theek humko bhi tabaah kiya,
pesh kiya jab ghazaloN mein unki bewafaii ko,
auro ne to theek unhone bhi waah waah kiya
Khuda se thoda rahem kharid lete,
aap ke zakhmo ka marhar kharid lete,
agar kahin kabhi bikti khushiyan meri,
to saari bechkar aapka har gam kharid lete
Zindagi mein hamesha SMART log milenge,
kahi zyada to kahi kum milenge,
choice zara sochke karna,
zaroori nahi har jagah tumhe hum jaise milenge
Har ek se achi baat karna FITRAT hai hamari,
har ek khush rahe ye HASRAT hai hamari,
koi hum ko yaad kare ya na kare,
har ek ko yaad karna aadat hai hamari
Ikrar may shabdo ki ahmiyat nai hoti,
dil ke jazbat ki awaz nai hoti,
ankhen bayan kar deti hai dil ki dastan,
mohabbat lafzo ki mohtaz nai hoti
Hum wo ishq hain jo dil bankar dhadakte hai,
hum wo khushbo hain jo baho mein mahakte hain,
humse pyar na karna e-zalim
hum vo dard hain jo ankho se chalakte hain
Apne pyar ko chupana chaha par chupa na sake,
diwane dil pe kabu hum pa na sake,
aaj itne karib se gujar gaye wo,
phir bhi unka hath hum tham na sake
Aap to manzil ko mushkil samajte he
hum aap ko manzil samajte he,
bada fark he apke or hamare nazariye me
aap hume sapna or hum aap ko apna samajte hai
Bolti hai dosti chup rehta hai pyar,
hasati hai dosti rulaata hai pyar,
milati hai dosti judaa karta hai pyar,
phir bhi kyun dosti chodkar log karte hai pyar?
Leke hum dusro ki hasi kya kare,
jo apni nahi wo khushi kya kare,
tanha jine se behatar hai mar jaye hum,
jab saath tum nahi to zindagi jikar kya kare
Yaad karte hai tumhe tanhai mein,
dil dooba hai gamo ki gehrai mein,
hume mat dhoondna duniya ki bhid mein,
hum millenge tumhe tumhari parchaai mein..
Har baar dil se yeh paigaam aaye
Zubaan kholu to tera he naam aaye
Tum hee kyon bhaye dil ko kya malum
Jab nazroo ke saamne haseen tamaam aaye
Shaam hote hii ye Dil udaas hota hai
Toote khwaboo ke siwa kuch na pass hota hai
Tumahri yaad aise waqt bohat aati hai
Bandar jab koi aas-paas hota hai..
Haseeno ne haseen banke gunaaah kiya,
auro ko to theek humko bhi tabaah kiya,
pesh kiya jab ghazaloN mein unki bewafaii ko,
auro ne to theek unhone bhi waah waah kiya
Khuda se thoda rahem kharid lete,
aap ke zakhmo ka marhar kharid lete,
agar kahin kabhi bikti khushiyan meri,
to saari bechkar aapka har gam kharid lete
Zindagi mein hamesha SMART log milenge,
kahi zyada to kahi kum milenge,
choice zara sochke karna,
zaroori nahi har jagah tumhe hum jaise milenge
Har ek se achi baat karna FITRAT hai hamari,
har ek khush rahe ye HASRAT hai hamari,
koi hum ko yaad kare ya na kare,
har ek ko yaad karna aadat hai hamari
Ikrar may shabdo ki ahmiyat nai hoti,
dil ke jazbat ki awaz nai hoti,
ankhen bayan kar deti hai dil ki dastan,
mohabbat lafzo ki mohtaz nai hoti
Hum wo ishq hain jo dil bankar dhadakte hai,
hum wo khushbo hain jo baho mein mahakte hain,
humse pyar na karna e-zalim
hum vo dard hain jo ankho se chalakte hain
Apne pyar ko chupana chaha par chupa na sake,
diwane dil pe kabu hum pa na sake,
aaj itne karib se gujar gaye wo,
phir bhi unka hath hum tham na sake
Tanha...
A small hindi poem.... arrz kiya hain
Jism tadpa hai khak par tanha,
Rooh karti rahi safar tanha,
Neend walon ko kya khabar iski,
Koun jaaga hai raat bhar tanha.
Log soye the band kamron mein,
Chaand bhatka hai dar badar tanha,
Saath deta hai koun manzil tak,
Saath chalti hai rah guzar tanha.
Shehar ka shehar bujhta jaata hai,
Ja raha tha woh apne ghar tanha,
Ae gham e zindgi ke raat ke chand,
Dhoond mujhko nagar nagar tanha.
Woh jo hansta tha haal-e-dil pe kabhi tanha,
Ro pada khud ko dekh kar tanha,
Bhool kar apne husn ke aadaab,
Mere dil mein kabhi utar tanha.
Yeh aaye hazaar shehar mujhe,
Jab bhi dekha koi khandar tanha,
Is bhare shahar mein kabhi,
Anjaan tha koi magar tanha...!
Jism tadpa hai khak par tanha,
Rooh karti rahi safar tanha,
Neend walon ko kya khabar iski,
Koun jaaga hai raat bhar tanha.
Log soye the band kamron mein,
Chaand bhatka hai dar badar tanha,
Saath deta hai koun manzil tak,
Saath chalti hai rah guzar tanha.
Shehar ka shehar bujhta jaata hai,
Ja raha tha woh apne ghar tanha,
Ae gham e zindgi ke raat ke chand,
Dhoond mujhko nagar nagar tanha.
Woh jo hansta tha haal-e-dil pe kabhi tanha,
Ro pada khud ko dekh kar tanha,
Bhool kar apne husn ke aadaab,
Mere dil mein kabhi utar tanha.
Yeh aaye hazaar shehar mujhe,
Jab bhi dekha koi khandar tanha,
Is bhare shahar mein kabhi,
Anjaan tha koi magar tanha...!
First showers
Finally today the earth was blessed with first showers of 2007. Though light showers and were there for close to 5 mins but for some time the weather became really nice. The smell or the fragrance that rose from the dry mud after showers is something I love a lot. It was a nice feeling and like every year my building kids who call me every year to get wet in the first rains were so disappointed because by the time we got down on the ground rain stopped. Aww baccha party soon we’ll get wet don’t worry, we’ll hv fun like every year n play football.. yippee
My n Nikki’s life has always been parallel to some extend. Nikki told me something new tht happened to her and something nikki always wanted. Since I am always on the receiving end as far as news are concerned so I get them from all sides but cant write much bout it here… finally nikki is coming down to India for few days in like a week or two’s time. So it’s going to be lotta talks and lotta masti…. Hmmm interesting and going to be fun… I am looking forward to lotta things and hoping tht they turn the way we want (for me n nikki atleast).
Cheers!!!!
My n Nikki’s life has always been parallel to some extend. Nikki told me something new tht happened to her and something nikki always wanted. Since I am always on the receiving end as far as news are concerned so I get them from all sides but cant write much bout it here… finally nikki is coming down to India for few days in like a week or two’s time. So it’s going to be lotta talks and lotta masti…. Hmmm interesting and going to be fun… I am looking forward to lotta things and hoping tht they turn the way we want (for me n nikki atleast).
Cheers!!!!
May 18, 2007
Moments in Life
There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick him/her from your dreams and hug him/her for real!
When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but oftentimes we look too long at the closed door that we miss to see the one which has been opened for us.
Don't go for looks, it can deceive. Don't go for wealth, even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.
Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life to live and one chance to do all the things you want to do.
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life to the full so at the end, you're the one who is smiling while everyone around you is crying.
So enjoy your life each moment...... ......
When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but oftentimes we look too long at the closed door that we miss to see the one which has been opened for us.
Don't go for looks, it can deceive. Don't go for wealth, even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.
Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life to live and one chance to do all the things you want to do.
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life to the full so at the end, you're the one who is smiling while everyone around you is crying.
So enjoy your life each moment...... ......
Write To Me
Write to me, he whispered in my ear.
Tell me all the things that you know I want to hear.
Tell me how you dream of us and how I hold you tight.
Tell me how I love you all through the night.
Let me know how much you burn with desire.
Let me feel what you feel, and share in your fire.
Say you want my kisses and my gentle touch.
Say you love my hands on you, and want me very much.
Show me on paper just what I mean to you.
Show me all the things that you want me to do.
Write me a letter, he whispered in my ear.
Then I will write and tell you what you want to hear.
Tell me all the things that you know I want to hear.
Tell me how you dream of us and how I hold you tight.
Tell me how I love you all through the night.
Let me know how much you burn with desire.
Let me feel what you feel, and share in your fire.
Say you want my kisses and my gentle touch.
Say you love my hands on you, and want me very much.
Show me on paper just what I mean to you.
Show me all the things that you want me to do.
Write me a letter, he whispered in my ear.
Then I will write and tell you what you want to hear.
A Special World
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
Falling Leaves
I was thinking of old friends todayand how many of them have slipped away.
Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,
Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.
It reminded me of falling leaves.
Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.
Some stay longer than others, but eventually
Each leaf must fall,
I'm told,leaving the tree alone to face the cold.
Why is it that in the time of utmost need
the leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
we look and they cannot be found?
Of course these friendships come and goand in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of oldwith crackling laughter and colors bold.
And then I thought of you.
That one leaf that won't let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.
Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings
Hanging on right through till spring.
So I guess that's what you are to me -The very last leaf to leave the tree.
I know it seems silly, but it's true.
When I see that last leaf...
I think of you...don't drift away.... will you???
Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,
Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.
It reminded me of falling leaves.
Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.
Some stay longer than others, but eventually
Each leaf must fall,
I'm told,leaving the tree alone to face the cold.
Why is it that in the time of utmost need
the leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
we look and they cannot be found?
Of course these friendships come and goand in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of oldwith crackling laughter and colors bold.
And then I thought of you.
That one leaf that won't let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.
Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings
Hanging on right through till spring.
So I guess that's what you are to me -The very last leaf to leave the tree.
I know it seems silly, but it's true.
When I see that last leaf...
I think of you...don't drift away.... will you???
Miss You
You are there
and I am here
thinking about how much I love you
thinking about how much
I respect you
thinking about how much
I miss you
You are there and I am here
I cannot wait until we are together again
thinking about how I will appreciate
more than ever
the time we will spend together
You don't know
how much I miss you
I live each day as it comes
functioning in all my tasks
smiling when needed
even laughing at times
but inside I am so alone
each minute seems like an hour
each hour seems like a day
What makes this time bearable
are my thoughts of you and
knowing that I will
be with you soon
and I am here
thinking about how much I love you
thinking about how much
I respect you
thinking about how much
I miss you
You are there and I am here
I cannot wait until we are together again
thinking about how I will appreciate
more than ever
the time we will spend together
You don't know
how much I miss you
I live each day as it comes
functioning in all my tasks
smiling when needed
even laughing at times
but inside I am so alone
each minute seems like an hour
each hour seems like a day
What makes this time bearable
are my thoughts of you and
knowing that I will
be with you soon
5 Philosophy of Life
This came to me from somewhere, don’t know how much this can be worked out in today’s world but sounded good to me so putting it here.
"Don’t let some one become a priority in your life… when you are just an option for them…."
"Never cry for any relation in life because for the one whom you cry does not deserve your tears and the one who deserves will never let you cry….”
“Treat everyone with politeness even those who are rude to you, not because they are not nice but because you are nice…..”
“Never search your happiness in others which will make you feel alone, rather search it in yourself you will feel happy even if you are left alone….”
“Happiness always looks small when we hold it in our hands. But we learn to share it, we realize how big and precious it is!!!”
"Don’t let some one become a priority in your life… when you are just an option for them…."
"Never cry for any relation in life because for the one whom you cry does not deserve your tears and the one who deserves will never let you cry….”
“Treat everyone with politeness even those who are rude to you, not because they are not nice but because you are nice…..”
“Never search your happiness in others which will make you feel alone, rather search it in yourself you will feel happy even if you are left alone….”
“Happiness always looks small when we hold it in our hands. But we learn to share it, we realize how big and precious it is!!!”
May 17, 2007
The Silver Jubilee
It was mum dad’s 25th wedding anniversary yest and the day was like a havoc at my place. Though mum and dad never wanted to have a party or to have a big function so they decided that they would go ahead with a Satyanarayan Puja at my place.
But before 16th May arrived - the D’ day, past 4 days before it was like a mahabharat at my place, reason the guest list and the menu and the way to deal with the food and fun after the puja. So after all the fighting and argument that they had keeping me as the witness, both of them wanted me to say tht they were right. (Believe me nothing can trouble and irritate u more than ur mum n dad arguing on whose idea is the better one). After all tht I went thru they agreed to my idea to call food from outside from caterers. The fact remains tht they never listen to me but I am always right.
Now the best part of the evening was my mum n dad’s college friends, these four set of couples including my parents who to a certain extend had a filmy kind of love marriage’s and how these people recollected their college days and their hang out areas. Their love stories were worth listening to.
My parents love story (though not different or out of the world from the other 3 couples) the best part I like bout their story is that my dad had told my grandparents that he is getting married in 2 days and you are invited. If you’ll will join me on my wedding I will be really happy. He never asked permission but just informed them.. wow that was good gut’s. Though they had a good wedding with everyone’s presence, my grandfather said they didn’t knew how to arrange things in two days, as in sending invitations to relatives n stuff. But they got married in a very nice way in everyone’s presence.
To this discussion Harish uncle put’s in some uncensored things of the days before my mum n dad got married. The fact that my dad had found a nice house where he would take his newly wedded wife incase if my dada and dadi wouldn’t have agreed. I had to tell dad that he acted in a very smart and witty manner. Woh bhi khus and baki sab bhi khus. After all the leg pulling and jokes and food and good time till 1.00 a.m., my house was in a complete mess. It took me and mum an hr to clear everything before we could hit the bed.
I don’t look up to my mum and dad neither on how they got married nor their marriage, (if given a chance I would like to remove a lotta things in their relationship and add quite a few things to their married life) because I believe that all weddings are similar but all marriage’s are different and special in their own way and have their share of good, bad, happy and sad times. But I am still attracted to the fact that no matter what they did, they never disrespected their elders in anyway.
I was asked by one of the uncle what would I pick from their marriage if I was given a chance – though I don’t feel like picking anything from their marriage but something I have always loved about them is not matter how much ever they argue or have disagreements (they disagree on everything) is tht trust and faith they still have in one another (believe me I have asked them that after so many years of marriage what is that one thing they would want to change in one another, they both said in one rhythm – Nothing, or else they wouldn’t have landed up with one another) and to stand by one another no matter even if me and my sis are on the other side, both of them have stood by each other. I love this quality because at times me and my sis have taken either one’s side but whenever, I really mean it and I am disappointed to say tht when both of them had to chose an idea between the spouse and the kid, they have always taken their spouse’s side even if me or my sis’s idea or the thought was the right one or the better one. HOW MEAN
But it was a nice day, nice moments and lotta fun… three cheers to them and would only pray to god that they have many many more and then we have a chance to celebrate their golden and diamond jubilee. No matter how much u both are troublesome, digusting, irritating and very chalu kinds at times love you tons. muaaahhh
But before 16th May arrived - the D’ day, past 4 days before it was like a mahabharat at my place, reason the guest list and the menu and the way to deal with the food and fun after the puja. So after all the fighting and argument that they had keeping me as the witness, both of them wanted me to say tht they were right. (Believe me nothing can trouble and irritate u more than ur mum n dad arguing on whose idea is the better one). After all tht I went thru they agreed to my idea to call food from outside from caterers. The fact remains tht they never listen to me but I am always right.
Now the best part of the evening was my mum n dad’s college friends, these four set of couples including my parents who to a certain extend had a filmy kind of love marriage’s and how these people recollected their college days and their hang out areas. Their love stories were worth listening to.
My parents love story (though not different or out of the world from the other 3 couples) the best part I like bout their story is that my dad had told my grandparents that he is getting married in 2 days and you are invited. If you’ll will join me on my wedding I will be really happy. He never asked permission but just informed them.. wow that was good gut’s. Though they had a good wedding with everyone’s presence, my grandfather said they didn’t knew how to arrange things in two days, as in sending invitations to relatives n stuff. But they got married in a very nice way in everyone’s presence.
To this discussion Harish uncle put’s in some uncensored things of the days before my mum n dad got married. The fact that my dad had found a nice house where he would take his newly wedded wife incase if my dada and dadi wouldn’t have agreed. I had to tell dad that he acted in a very smart and witty manner. Woh bhi khus and baki sab bhi khus. After all the leg pulling and jokes and food and good time till 1.00 a.m., my house was in a complete mess. It took me and mum an hr to clear everything before we could hit the bed.
I don’t look up to my mum and dad neither on how they got married nor their marriage, (if given a chance I would like to remove a lotta things in their relationship and add quite a few things to their married life) because I believe that all weddings are similar but all marriage’s are different and special in their own way and have their share of good, bad, happy and sad times. But I am still attracted to the fact that no matter what they did, they never disrespected their elders in anyway.
I was asked by one of the uncle what would I pick from their marriage if I was given a chance – though I don’t feel like picking anything from their marriage but something I have always loved about them is not matter how much ever they argue or have disagreements (they disagree on everything) is tht trust and faith they still have in one another (believe me I have asked them that after so many years of marriage what is that one thing they would want to change in one another, they both said in one rhythm – Nothing, or else they wouldn’t have landed up with one another) and to stand by one another no matter even if me and my sis are on the other side, both of them have stood by each other. I love this quality because at times me and my sis have taken either one’s side but whenever, I really mean it and I am disappointed to say tht when both of them had to chose an idea between the spouse and the kid, they have always taken their spouse’s side even if me or my sis’s idea or the thought was the right one or the better one. HOW MEAN
But it was a nice day, nice moments and lotta fun… three cheers to them and would only pray to god that they have many many more and then we have a chance to celebrate their golden and diamond jubilee. No matter how much u both are troublesome, digusting, irritating and very chalu kinds at times love you tons. muaaahhh
May 14, 2007
The Pendulum of Thought
The history of human thought recalls the swinging of a pendulum which takes centuries to swing. After a long period of slumber comes a moment of awakening. Then thought frees herself from the chains with which those interested have carefully enwound her.
She shatters the chains. She subjects to severe criticism all that has been taught her, and lays bare the emptiness of the religious, political, legal and social prejudices amid which she has vegetated. She starts research in new paths, enriches our knowledge with new discoveries, and creates new sciences.
But the inveterate enemies of thought – the government, the lawgiver, and the priest – soon recover from their defeat. By degrees they gather together their scattered forces, and remodel their faith and their code if laws to adapt them to the new needs. Then, profiting by the servility of thought and if character, which they themselves have so effectually cultivated, taking advantage of the laziness of some, the greed of others, they creep back to their work by first of all taking possession of childhood through education.
A child’s spirit is weak. It is so easy to coerce it by fear. This they do. They make the child timid, and then they talk to him of the torments of hell. They conjure up before him the sufferings of the condemned, the vengeance of an implacable god. The next minute they will be chattering of the horrors of revolutions to make the child “a friend of order.” The priest accustoms the child to the idea of law, to make it obey better what he calls the “divine law”, and the lawyer prates of divine law, that the civil law may be the better obeyed.
And by that habit of submission, with which we are only too familiar, the thought of the next generation retains this religious twist, which is at once servile and authoritative; for authority and servility walk hand in hand. During these slumberous interludes, morals are rarely discussed. Religious practices and judicial hypocrisy take their place. People do not criticize; they let themselves be drawn by habit, or indifference. They do not put themselves out for or against the established morality. They do their best to make their actions appear to accord with their professions.
All that was good, great, generous or independent in man little by little becomes moss grown; rusts like a disused knife. A lie becomes a virtue, a platitude a duty. To enrich oneself, to seize one’s opportunities, to exhaust one’s intelligence, zeal and energy, no matter how, become the watchwords of the comfortable classes, as well as of the crowd of poor folk whose ideal is to appear bourgeois. Then the degradation of the ruler and of the judge, of the clergy and of the more or less comfortable classes becomes so revolting that the pendulum begins to swing the other way.
Little by little, youth frees itself. It flings overboard its prejudices and its begins to criticize. Thought reawakens.
From Anarchist Morality by Peter Kropotkin
She shatters the chains. She subjects to severe criticism all that has been taught her, and lays bare the emptiness of the religious, political, legal and social prejudices amid which she has vegetated. She starts research in new paths, enriches our knowledge with new discoveries, and creates new sciences.
But the inveterate enemies of thought – the government, the lawgiver, and the priest – soon recover from their defeat. By degrees they gather together their scattered forces, and remodel their faith and their code if laws to adapt them to the new needs. Then, profiting by the servility of thought and if character, which they themselves have so effectually cultivated, taking advantage of the laziness of some, the greed of others, they creep back to their work by first of all taking possession of childhood through education.
A child’s spirit is weak. It is so easy to coerce it by fear. This they do. They make the child timid, and then they talk to him of the torments of hell. They conjure up before him the sufferings of the condemned, the vengeance of an implacable god. The next minute they will be chattering of the horrors of revolutions to make the child “a friend of order.” The priest accustoms the child to the idea of law, to make it obey better what he calls the “divine law”, and the lawyer prates of divine law, that the civil law may be the better obeyed.
And by that habit of submission, with which we are only too familiar, the thought of the next generation retains this religious twist, which is at once servile and authoritative; for authority and servility walk hand in hand. During these slumberous interludes, morals are rarely discussed. Religious practices and judicial hypocrisy take their place. People do not criticize; they let themselves be drawn by habit, or indifference. They do not put themselves out for or against the established morality. They do their best to make their actions appear to accord with their professions.
All that was good, great, generous or independent in man little by little becomes moss grown; rusts like a disused knife. A lie becomes a virtue, a platitude a duty. To enrich oneself, to seize one’s opportunities, to exhaust one’s intelligence, zeal and energy, no matter how, become the watchwords of the comfortable classes, as well as of the crowd of poor folk whose ideal is to appear bourgeois. Then the degradation of the ruler and of the judge, of the clergy and of the more or less comfortable classes becomes so revolting that the pendulum begins to swing the other way.
Little by little, youth frees itself. It flings overboard its prejudices and its begins to criticize. Thought reawakens.
From Anarchist Morality by Peter Kropotkin
May 13, 2007
Today’s thoughts
It was a day filled with some happy moments, some emotional and some moments that just brushed up my head and melted my heart. Sneha’s engagement ceremony was something I was looking forward to and it happened today.
A grand ceremony, in an absolute marwadi style with a good mix of grandeur and style. But something or the fact did not leave my mind was, her parents face with a humble smile, yet a could sense the emotions they were going through with the fact to be prepared to give away their daughter. Sneha’s dad hardly could smile after the engagement while he was greeting people around. Hmmm what to say about sneha, A face filled with joy and content, but yet scared and low. But I am happy for her because she got she was actually looking for. She is a part of a typical marwadi family but yet she was allowed to go to UK to do masters which was so not common within the marwadi community and especially for girls.
She always had somewhere in the back of her mind that she would want to be a part of a family would would accept her wish to let her work after marriage. And now she gonna get married late 2008 so she has enough time for herself and for the new relationship. I really wish all her wishes come true, not because she is a dear friend of mine but she is a genuinely a nice girl. I really don’t appreciate so many girls in my life but she is one in past 5 years with whom I can relate myself and someone who just like me believes in being practical in life.
With this day came to an end with a chat with Kay, which started on a stupid funny talk but ended into something really serious and something I really need to take a call on. Now my head will not come to rest till I come to a conclusion, but as Kay said, this time I need to decide listening to my head and heart, cant allow my head to win over my heart all the time. So I hope I can do that… Life inst bad at all… it’s just a matter of time.
A grand ceremony, in an absolute marwadi style with a good mix of grandeur and style. But something or the fact did not leave my mind was, her parents face with a humble smile, yet a could sense the emotions they were going through with the fact to be prepared to give away their daughter. Sneha’s dad hardly could smile after the engagement while he was greeting people around. Hmmm what to say about sneha, A face filled with joy and content, but yet scared and low. But I am happy for her because she got she was actually looking for. She is a part of a typical marwadi family but yet she was allowed to go to UK to do masters which was so not common within the marwadi community and especially for girls.
She always had somewhere in the back of her mind that she would want to be a part of a family would would accept her wish to let her work after marriage. And now she gonna get married late 2008 so she has enough time for herself and for the new relationship. I really wish all her wishes come true, not because she is a dear friend of mine but she is a genuinely a nice girl. I really don’t appreciate so many girls in my life but she is one in past 5 years with whom I can relate myself and someone who just like me believes in being practical in life.
With this day came to an end with a chat with Kay, which started on a stupid funny talk but ended into something really serious and something I really need to take a call on. Now my head will not come to rest till I come to a conclusion, but as Kay said, this time I need to decide listening to my head and heart, cant allow my head to win over my heart all the time. So I hope I can do that… Life inst bad at all… it’s just a matter of time.
May 12, 2007
Our Friendship Story!!!
Its about us:
Kay, Niks/Nikki, Tashi/ Tash
Time and Venue:
April 1999 – Bholas classes and its premises
The story so far:
After moving from Vile Parle to Kandivali wasn’t a great feeling, even after almost 15 years I still feel the same. Moving from a joint family with people who loved and pampered you all the time, with family and school friends with whom you had spent most of your time having fun, proximity of juhu beach and gardens around, to a place called Kandivali, a tacky place it was and to a certain extend it still is.
The choice coming to that place was not out of free will but the need, because we needed to move out, along with my dada and dadi even my mum and dad were working, so basically mom being a teacher and my sis being really too young to be left with a maid, it was important that someone could take care of the kids (that’s me and my sis) we had to move to Kandivali, why???? Because my nana and nani were absolutely free with nothing actually to be done in life. So we move to kandivali in a new home which was like 5 mins from my nana and nai’s place. Though I still think it was never a great idea because mum left her job in just 6 months after we moved to this place.
Now why I blabbered so much bout moving out of home. The reason, the lifestyle and crowd in Parle was way different than here. Most importantly the crowd, the people were disgusting. I finally got into a catholic school and the people or the students or class mates were terrible. I studied in a school where it was compulsory to talk in English, people’s outlook of competition was very different. I come here to this school and place which was really diverse in terms of people. Marashtrians, south Indians, catholics and gujrati’s and everyone talking in their owm mother toungue and talking in English was considereda show off, damn… which was different from the older one with a majority of gujrati’s and punjabi’s so the kind of atmosphere in school was also different, the way my mates dealt with things and even the outlook was very different, so I goes without saying that I did not like the new lifestyle.
Now why did I say all this as well, the reason because of those sick people who thought competing was not sharing notes and books, rather than working hard they thought teasing and grouping up was an answer. I gave up to all this and since I had to be with them I chose to be the reserved one. Be with myself in my world and so I never landed up making friends out in this place (I am very selective in this matter) I still don’t have many even today, with just a couple of them I hv started interacting and socializing and its just been a year.
So after all this, I finally reached class ten and since being the board exams that year crucial for taking the career stream everyone took classes & my parents thought that even I should be joining one. I was so not interested in being in Kandivali and refused to join any classes out here. So with some arguments and lil stubbornness and with 3 guys from my school (Amar, Hrishikesh and Kunal) I landed up in parle at bholas traveling from kandivali early morning ( though it became a great gossip in school about this one mad girl thts me going all the way till parle for classes that too with 3 guys), doesn’t matter. And after doing that I felt I got my old life back, and seriously is I did.
Nikita was my batch mate and we started of with a big fight for a corner seat. Heheh haha so funny but finally landed teaming up so that only we both would sit on that seat and mutually decided that alternately we would sit on the corner, and the fun was till the end of the year we never allowed anyone to sit with us. We got along really well, and we did lotta pranks together when our homework used to be incomplete.
Now there was this first Sunday of May when we were suppose to start our weekly tests & our first test was physics, the entire week we dosed off in class, never completed our homework, lotta talks & siting all the time in mc donalds coz it was new to Mumbai.
Now Sunday morning test is at 11. We both were in premises trying to rack our brains on problems of Velocity since 7.00. There was this other guy who also was studying like us sitting on the stairs. He kept observing us & nikki after a while gave up, & when she cant get things she loses her patience & same happened that day. She shouted at me why the hell was I trying to slove those problems because we never paid attention in the class & now to understand & those problems someone had to explain us the theory behind it. & we were scared coz out test reports were posted at our homes & the terror of facing our strict moms was already on our minds. So this guy comes up & offered help if we wanted he could explain. Since he was older to us we were hesitant & we never knew him. So we first spent few mins asking about him wht the hell was he studying for at that hr & we realized that he had take classes on the first floor IIT JEE exam & every Sunday he too had tests. This boy was 3 years elder to us, but we were in a soup & atleast needed to know something so that we could write something in the test. So we took his help & he did a good job. We passed the test & next Sunday again we met & we thanked him. This landed us studying together every sunday every on the stairs of bholas from 7 to 11 & then we used to go & appear for out tests.
Now this was not left on to Sundays but during weekdays and our breaks which happened to be at the same time we used to have snacks together spent more time together. Kay was always tensed because he knew to get thru IIT wasn’t not an easy task. I still remember Nikki couldn’t make it for that Sunday test because she had to go for some wedding & it was just me & Kay & I had biology test. Finally his last test & he was so tensed that he couldn’t recall a simple algebraic expression & I came in as his saviour. We stopped studying & kept on talking, & finally to relieve him I still remem I said “Since I have taught you, you won’t fail & definitely will get thru IIT, I have setting with Sai Baba, I will ask him to help you”
Days passed by, me & Nikki with our routine life & by last week of June Kay got his IIT results & he got thru IIT Mumbai & in electronics & telecommunication, everything he wanted. He was so excited but since we never exchanged our numbers he could call us & inform us. The next day he was waiting for us to tell the news, then he invited us to his place & he thought I deserved a treat coz I was confident that he could get thru. We went to his place & had some good fun.
Then came July, we were at khasiyat sitting & in talks we began to discuss our bday’s, we were planning something so that all three of us can spend the day together which only brought to our realization that we had our bdays in a row on 18, 19 & 20th July, so decided we celebrate it together on 19th July which was my bday. We had a blast & since then these 3 days are like festival for us.
We spent all our free time together, & whenever we need to go home to freshen up it was only Kay’s home we landed coz only he used to stay in parle, coz I was from kandivali & niki from b&ra. So I guess we bonded so well with his family. Then nikki suffered from typhoid later in July & then I was left alone. So it was just me & Kay. Then it was time for rakhi & me & kay ended discussing how I badly needed an elder bro on whom I can throw tantrum, demand things coz elder bros are always sweeter compared to having an elder sis. Since I was the older one I was always on the giving side. With same thoughts Kay was fed up with Shruti di (kay’s elder sis) that always used to keep scolding him & asking him to do things for her. So he felt he should have a younger sis on whom he can boss & bribe her to do things for him. We mutually matched our needs & then decided if we could be tht bro & sis & that rakhi he got a younger sis & I got an elder bro, something we wanted for long. A relationship that is too close to our hearts and only for the day of rakhi, otherwise we are only friends all thru the year.
This new relationship made our bond quite strong & we actually did what we looked for. We still do same things even today – natak, nautanki, bribing, blackmailing, fighting arguing, throwing things on one another. I some how became a part of his family, called his parents sheela mum & dad. I had a new set of parents & since then there was no looking back. We went ahead with time. We 3 shared all our heart felts, sometimes there were fights because Kay always tried to be the older and smarter one as if he knew everything but always lost coz there were 2 girls on the other side. After class 12 Nikki moved to UK with her family. So it was just me n Kay left back. We spend like 2 yrs after Nikki left yet she was always a part of our lives. Then after Kay finished his engineering he decided to move US & now its been 4 yrs he has been there. Even Nikki moved to US 2 yrs back.
In all this 9 years nothing has changed. Even the distance never was a matter. Though Nikki comes down every 2 yrs, Kay comes to Mumbai every year and past 2 yrs almost every eight months. So we see to it that the vacations are planned that all three of us can spend some time together. We have shared our lives. I guess Nikki’s mom & my mom or our families have only heard of us, not even seen our pics or hardly aware of this friendship. It’s only in words for them but it has grown with time.As for Kay & his family, its another home for me just as mine.
3 of us – Kay is style and energy, I am stability and Nikki is the subtleness. We have earned this friendship for ourselves & hope to keep it as fresh as it started. It’s a strange but lovely feeling that has kept us bound to one another despite of so many fights, ups & downs & even the distance. Who say’s long distance relationships are difficult. Look at us we have pulled it off so well, if we can everyone can…
3 cheers for our Friendship & we pray it remains the same till our last breath.
Kay, Niks/Nikki, Tashi/ Tash
Time and Venue:
April 1999 – Bholas classes and its premises
The story so far:
After moving from Vile Parle to Kandivali wasn’t a great feeling, even after almost 15 years I still feel the same. Moving from a joint family with people who loved and pampered you all the time, with family and school friends with whom you had spent most of your time having fun, proximity of juhu beach and gardens around, to a place called Kandivali, a tacky place it was and to a certain extend it still is.
The choice coming to that place was not out of free will but the need, because we needed to move out, along with my dada and dadi even my mum and dad were working, so basically mom being a teacher and my sis being really too young to be left with a maid, it was important that someone could take care of the kids (that’s me and my sis) we had to move to Kandivali, why???? Because my nana and nani were absolutely free with nothing actually to be done in life. So we move to kandivali in a new home which was like 5 mins from my nana and nai’s place. Though I still think it was never a great idea because mum left her job in just 6 months after we moved to this place.
Now why I blabbered so much bout moving out of home. The reason, the lifestyle and crowd in Parle was way different than here. Most importantly the crowd, the people were disgusting. I finally got into a catholic school and the people or the students or class mates were terrible. I studied in a school where it was compulsory to talk in English, people’s outlook of competition was very different. I come here to this school and place which was really diverse in terms of people. Marashtrians, south Indians, catholics and gujrati’s and everyone talking in their owm mother toungue and talking in English was considereda show off, damn… which was different from the older one with a majority of gujrati’s and punjabi’s so the kind of atmosphere in school was also different, the way my mates dealt with things and even the outlook was very different, so I goes without saying that I did not like the new lifestyle.
Now why did I say all this as well, the reason because of those sick people who thought competing was not sharing notes and books, rather than working hard they thought teasing and grouping up was an answer. I gave up to all this and since I had to be with them I chose to be the reserved one. Be with myself in my world and so I never landed up making friends out in this place (I am very selective in this matter) I still don’t have many even today, with just a couple of them I hv started interacting and socializing and its just been a year.
So after all this, I finally reached class ten and since being the board exams that year crucial for taking the career stream everyone took classes & my parents thought that even I should be joining one. I was so not interested in being in Kandivali and refused to join any classes out here. So with some arguments and lil stubbornness and with 3 guys from my school (Amar, Hrishikesh and Kunal) I landed up in parle at bholas traveling from kandivali early morning ( though it became a great gossip in school about this one mad girl thts me going all the way till parle for classes that too with 3 guys), doesn’t matter. And after doing that I felt I got my old life back, and seriously is I did.
Nikita was my batch mate and we started of with a big fight for a corner seat. Heheh haha so funny but finally landed teaming up so that only we both would sit on that seat and mutually decided that alternately we would sit on the corner, and the fun was till the end of the year we never allowed anyone to sit with us. We got along really well, and we did lotta pranks together when our homework used to be incomplete.
Now there was this first Sunday of May when we were suppose to start our weekly tests & our first test was physics, the entire week we dosed off in class, never completed our homework, lotta talks & siting all the time in mc donalds coz it was new to Mumbai.
Now Sunday morning test is at 11. We both were in premises trying to rack our brains on problems of Velocity since 7.00. There was this other guy who also was studying like us sitting on the stairs. He kept observing us & nikki after a while gave up, & when she cant get things she loses her patience & same happened that day. She shouted at me why the hell was I trying to slove those problems because we never paid attention in the class & now to understand & those problems someone had to explain us the theory behind it. & we were scared coz out test reports were posted at our homes & the terror of facing our strict moms was already on our minds. So this guy comes up & offered help if we wanted he could explain. Since he was older to us we were hesitant & we never knew him. So we first spent few mins asking about him wht the hell was he studying for at that hr & we realized that he had take classes on the first floor IIT JEE exam & every Sunday he too had tests. This boy was 3 years elder to us, but we were in a soup & atleast needed to know something so that we could write something in the test. So we took his help & he did a good job. We passed the test & next Sunday again we met & we thanked him. This landed us studying together every sunday every on the stairs of bholas from 7 to 11 & then we used to go & appear for out tests.
Now this was not left on to Sundays but during weekdays and our breaks which happened to be at the same time we used to have snacks together spent more time together. Kay was always tensed because he knew to get thru IIT wasn’t not an easy task. I still remember Nikki couldn’t make it for that Sunday test because she had to go for some wedding & it was just me & Kay & I had biology test. Finally his last test & he was so tensed that he couldn’t recall a simple algebraic expression & I came in as his saviour. We stopped studying & kept on talking, & finally to relieve him I still remem I said “Since I have taught you, you won’t fail & definitely will get thru IIT, I have setting with Sai Baba, I will ask him to help you”
Days passed by, me & Nikki with our routine life & by last week of June Kay got his IIT results & he got thru IIT Mumbai & in electronics & telecommunication, everything he wanted. He was so excited but since we never exchanged our numbers he could call us & inform us. The next day he was waiting for us to tell the news, then he invited us to his place & he thought I deserved a treat coz I was confident that he could get thru. We went to his place & had some good fun.
Then came July, we were at khasiyat sitting & in talks we began to discuss our bday’s, we were planning something so that all three of us can spend the day together which only brought to our realization that we had our bdays in a row on 18, 19 & 20th July, so decided we celebrate it together on 19th July which was my bday. We had a blast & since then these 3 days are like festival for us.
We spent all our free time together, & whenever we need to go home to freshen up it was only Kay’s home we landed coz only he used to stay in parle, coz I was from kandivali & niki from b&ra. So I guess we bonded so well with his family. Then nikki suffered from typhoid later in July & then I was left alone. So it was just me & Kay. Then it was time for rakhi & me & kay ended discussing how I badly needed an elder bro on whom I can throw tantrum, demand things coz elder bros are always sweeter compared to having an elder sis. Since I was the older one I was always on the giving side. With same thoughts Kay was fed up with Shruti di (kay’s elder sis) that always used to keep scolding him & asking him to do things for her. So he felt he should have a younger sis on whom he can boss & bribe her to do things for him. We mutually matched our needs & then decided if we could be tht bro & sis & that rakhi he got a younger sis & I got an elder bro, something we wanted for long. A relationship that is too close to our hearts and only for the day of rakhi, otherwise we are only friends all thru the year.
This new relationship made our bond quite strong & we actually did what we looked for. We still do same things even today – natak, nautanki, bribing, blackmailing, fighting arguing, throwing things on one another. I some how became a part of his family, called his parents sheela mum & dad. I had a new set of parents & since then there was no looking back. We went ahead with time. We 3 shared all our heart felts, sometimes there were fights because Kay always tried to be the older and smarter one as if he knew everything but always lost coz there were 2 girls on the other side. After class 12 Nikki moved to UK with her family. So it was just me n Kay left back. We spend like 2 yrs after Nikki left yet she was always a part of our lives. Then after Kay finished his engineering he decided to move US & now its been 4 yrs he has been there. Even Nikki moved to US 2 yrs back.
In all this 9 years nothing has changed. Even the distance never was a matter. Though Nikki comes down every 2 yrs, Kay comes to Mumbai every year and past 2 yrs almost every eight months. So we see to it that the vacations are planned that all three of us can spend some time together. We have shared our lives. I guess Nikki’s mom & my mom or our families have only heard of us, not even seen our pics or hardly aware of this friendship. It’s only in words for them but it has grown with time.As for Kay & his family, its another home for me just as mine.
3 of us – Kay is style and energy, I am stability and Nikki is the subtleness. We have earned this friendship for ourselves & hope to keep it as fresh as it started. It’s a strange but lovely feeling that has kept us bound to one another despite of so many fights, ups & downs & even the distance. Who say’s long distance relationships are difficult. Look at us we have pulled it off so well, if we can everyone can…
3 cheers for our Friendship & we pray it remains the same till our last breath.
May 11, 2007
Grandparent’s Affection
There is something really nice to have grandparents around. I was brought with my dada and dadi around and being the eldest in the family I had most of their attention in all respects. Apparently since the day I started with my masters, I really some how strongly felt and now I agree that I missed a lotta things. I was unable to give time to people around me be it mum n dad or the most important my dadu.
As usual whenever I get out for some work I really forget everything unless I am done with it. The same happened today being my cousin’s bday I told dadu that I would join them for lunch. There was not some great lunch prepared but then to I was supposed to have lunch with all of them. I got stuck with work at hospital so badly that I had no track on time. It was only at 1.00 pm when dadu called up I realized that it was so late.
He was so excited to have lunch with me that he had asked my aunt to make mango ras n a few of my favourite things. Everybody finished their lunch but he was still waiting. He is suppose to eat lunch on time because he has to take his medicines and these days he isn’t keeping well. I felt so bad that I couldn’t make it on time and he had to eat lunch alone. He did not even sleep in the afternoon and was waiting for me to reach home.
If that was not enough, when I reached home I was exhausted. And by the time I got fresh he had asked the maid to serve me the plate since no one was there at home. We sat together even he had lil bit to give me company and we had a great conversation. Then we relaxed for a while, had our classic cutting style tea then we headed to the garden where he has this huge group of old grandfathers.
It was so much fun being with these oldies. He introduced me with all. All of them were so happy to see me around. They were the best kids I have ever seen. Each one was trying to pull others leg and like small kids no one left any chance to pull other’s leg.
After a while we headed to the old age home where he has some friends.
Some thing strange was that I had known quite a few of them because they used to visit our place before. They were not staying at the old age home because they had problem at their homes or any financial crisis or anything as such. But they wanted their independence and the urge to be all by themselves. Most of them had their kids in the US.
The only thing I thought they missed was their grandchildren. They were so happy that my dadu is able to spend time with his grandchildren. It was such an emotional moment that it spontaneously prompted me to tell them that even I was like their granddaughter and would definitely come to visit them whenever I am close by or around that place. Only these words brought happiness on their face that was so clearly visible.
It’s not only about having grandparents around but you only realize their importance when you don’t have them around or when you compare your lives with ones who never had a chance to experience that affection. I still remem while I was a kid and we had just moved from a joint family to our nuclear one and my dada and dadi whenever they used to come to my place for a stay over, they used to come after my school to pick me up and brought me things. This was not it but they even used to gift chocolates to my frnds around. So with me even my frnds used to wait when again my dada n dadi were coming back for a stay. It was not about the chocolates but the affection they got from them. Having them around was an absolute different feeling and you get to do all the things generally your parents don’t let you do.
I remember I used to wait for my dadi to come to my place for a stay. A day before she was suppose to come I suddenly use to become the stronger one. Toubled my mum n dad and if they scolded me I used to go mad at them n tried to scare them,” wait let dadi come tomorrow, then you try to scold me in front of her. Then I’ll see who is worng and who is right” hahaha. Beautifu memories to cherish with them and my birthdays were always more than special with them being around.
Today I only think that I learnt a lot form them because they are better ones in guiding kids with what is right and what is wrong. Way patient as compared to the parents and above all nothing can match their affection for you. I only wish that my kids have this wonderful pleasure of having their grandparents around. Its something very different and no other materialistic things and pleasures can take its place.
As usual whenever I get out for some work I really forget everything unless I am done with it. The same happened today being my cousin’s bday I told dadu that I would join them for lunch. There was not some great lunch prepared but then to I was supposed to have lunch with all of them. I got stuck with work at hospital so badly that I had no track on time. It was only at 1.00 pm when dadu called up I realized that it was so late.
He was so excited to have lunch with me that he had asked my aunt to make mango ras n a few of my favourite things. Everybody finished their lunch but he was still waiting. He is suppose to eat lunch on time because he has to take his medicines and these days he isn’t keeping well. I felt so bad that I couldn’t make it on time and he had to eat lunch alone. He did not even sleep in the afternoon and was waiting for me to reach home.
If that was not enough, when I reached home I was exhausted. And by the time I got fresh he had asked the maid to serve me the plate since no one was there at home. We sat together even he had lil bit to give me company and we had a great conversation. Then we relaxed for a while, had our classic cutting style tea then we headed to the garden where he has this huge group of old grandfathers.
It was so much fun being with these oldies. He introduced me with all. All of them were so happy to see me around. They were the best kids I have ever seen. Each one was trying to pull others leg and like small kids no one left any chance to pull other’s leg.
After a while we headed to the old age home where he has some friends.
Some thing strange was that I had known quite a few of them because they used to visit our place before. They were not staying at the old age home because they had problem at their homes or any financial crisis or anything as such. But they wanted their independence and the urge to be all by themselves. Most of them had their kids in the US.
The only thing I thought they missed was their grandchildren. They were so happy that my dadu is able to spend time with his grandchildren. It was such an emotional moment that it spontaneously prompted me to tell them that even I was like their granddaughter and would definitely come to visit them whenever I am close by or around that place. Only these words brought happiness on their face that was so clearly visible.
It’s not only about having grandparents around but you only realize their importance when you don’t have them around or when you compare your lives with ones who never had a chance to experience that affection. I still remem while I was a kid and we had just moved from a joint family to our nuclear one and my dada and dadi whenever they used to come to my place for a stay over, they used to come after my school to pick me up and brought me things. This was not it but they even used to gift chocolates to my frnds around. So with me even my frnds used to wait when again my dada n dadi were coming back for a stay. It was not about the chocolates but the affection they got from them. Having them around was an absolute different feeling and you get to do all the things generally your parents don’t let you do.
I remember I used to wait for my dadi to come to my place for a stay. A day before she was suppose to come I suddenly use to become the stronger one. Toubled my mum n dad and if they scolded me I used to go mad at them n tried to scare them,” wait let dadi come tomorrow, then you try to scold me in front of her. Then I’ll see who is worng and who is right” hahaha. Beautifu memories to cherish with them and my birthdays were always more than special with them being around.
Today I only think that I learnt a lot form them because they are better ones in guiding kids with what is right and what is wrong. Way patient as compared to the parents and above all nothing can match their affection for you. I only wish that my kids have this wonderful pleasure of having their grandparents around. Its something very different and no other materialistic things and pleasures can take its place.
May 4, 2007
For Us...
I have been writing a few things on & for everyone but never wrote something on us, though we’ve shared some really nice moments. so it definitely deserves a place in this cyberspace.. coz its where all started.. I took 2 days to write it n completed in ur presence… it just fits in so well… Thts for us KK…. Hehehe hahaha… Muaaahhhh
We blend our thoughts on paper
tho' true we've never met
words are written freely
never with regret
The miles that come between us
may be far and wide
yet we have a friendship
growing deep inside
Cyber hugs and kisses
we share throughout the day
love and understanding
in every single way
I'd really like to meet you
in some secluded place
where we can share those feelings
talking face to face
I hope you're in agreement
would really love a date
across the miles
I'm hoping'n feel it is our fate
We blend our thoughts on paper
tho' true we've never met
words are written freely
never with regret
The miles that come between us
may be far and wide
yet we have a friendship
growing deep inside
Cyber hugs and kisses
we share throughout the day
love and understanding
in every single way
I'd really like to meet you
in some secluded place
where we can share those feelings
talking face to face
I hope you're in agreement
would really love a date
across the miles
I'm hoping'n feel it is our fate
May 1, 2007
WORDS WE SAID !!!!
Yes I am a keeper
You gave me things to keep
Thoughts, memories, words
All comfort in my sleep
We both chose those words
Keeper I don’t use lightly
Where do you keep yours
I think about mine nightly
The keeping lasts forever
Forever is what you said
Happy to have them with me
Each time I go to bed
Hope this is not in vain
A keeper I chose to be
Hope you hold the thoughts
I keep those sent to me
Remember what you said
Because I always do
A keeper of fond memories
Should last a lifetime through
You gave me things to keep
Thoughts, memories, words
All comfort in my sleep
We both chose those words
Keeper I don’t use lightly
Where do you keep yours
I think about mine nightly
The keeping lasts forever
Forever is what you said
Happy to have them with me
Each time I go to bed
Hope this is not in vain
A keeper I chose to be
Hope you hold the thoughts
I keep those sent to me
Remember what you said
Because I always do
A keeper of fond memories
Should last a lifetime through
A Hug
A hug is a wonderful gift to share,
A way to show each other that we care;
There is so much a hug is able to do,
When you feel those arms holding you.
A hug is a place to feel safe and warm,
A comfort for a sad heart that is torn;
An expression of the love in our heart,
For ones who we wish, never to be apart.
A hug is a greeting when we meet to say hello,
Or to say goodbye when we have to go;
It can hold us up when life gets us down,
And makes us smile, instead of frown.
A hug can be given for no reason at all,
And given to those, both big and small;
We're never too old to feel the joy it brings,
As it is one of life's most pleasing things.
And for all of this beauty, a hug is free!
It costs nothing, yet means so much to me;
We should all hug another to show we care,
For to feel a warm hug, nothing can compare.
A way to show each other that we care;
There is so much a hug is able to do,
When you feel those arms holding you.
A hug is a place to feel safe and warm,
A comfort for a sad heart that is torn;
An expression of the love in our heart,
For ones who we wish, never to be apart.
A hug is a greeting when we meet to say hello,
Or to say goodbye when we have to go;
It can hold us up when life gets us down,
And makes us smile, instead of frown.
A hug can be given for no reason at all,
And given to those, both big and small;
We're never too old to feel the joy it brings,
As it is one of life's most pleasing things.
And for all of this beauty, a hug is free!
It costs nothing, yet means so much to me;
We should all hug another to show we care,
For to feel a warm hug, nothing can compare.
Think Of Those Who Love You.
If someone should hurt you
and say a thing unkind,
Remember what I write to you,
and keep these thoughts in mind.
For everyone that makes you cry,
there are three to make you smile,
And a smile will last for a long,
long time, but a tear just a little while.
Don't let someone who hates the world
cause you to hate it too,
Behind the clouds is a Golden sun,
and a sky that's full of Blue.
If someone said a thing that's cruel,
don't let it get to you,
Your achievements are greatly numbered,
and your faults are very few.
So if a certain person should act a certain way,
Think of those who Love You.
And don't let it spoil your day!
and say a thing unkind,
Remember what I write to you,
and keep these thoughts in mind.
For everyone that makes you cry,
there are three to make you smile,
And a smile will last for a long,
long time, but a tear just a little while.
Don't let someone who hates the world
cause you to hate it too,
Behind the clouds is a Golden sun,
and a sky that's full of Blue.
If someone said a thing that's cruel,
don't let it get to you,
Your achievements are greatly numbered,
and your faults are very few.
So if a certain person should act a certain way,
Think of those who Love You.
And don't let it spoil your day!
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