Waiting For You ... Frog Prince :P

My Dear Future Husband,

I know we haven’t met… yet I am not going to start with the hi how are you… cause I know you are doing pretty well. So let me get straight down to the point!
It’s been a long time I have been waiting for you. Hoping you are right around the corner and would soon show up. Waking up everyday, thinking this could be the day, when the wait will finally be over, but then all my hopes of meeting you today sink with the setting sun. Yet I get up the next day hopelessly looking for you in every passing stranger..
Well, you know what… I am tired of doing all that now!
You are free to think that I am complaining but you have left me no choice! Are you even aware that I have been meeting so many toads hoping this one could be my Prince Charming?

I watch romantic movies and hope you too are as hopeless as I am, well not all that … but just enough to surprise me once in a while… and I don’t mean big surprises… It could simply be going for a ride early morning or very late in the night! All of my friends are married now, they all have babies… and I feel so out of place. Not that I don’t have single friends… I do! But wouldn’t it be nice to have each other instead? I am tired of  answering the same question… and it’s not just the aunties and uncles… but all and sundry… :(
Every time I watch Dirty Dancing or Shall We Dance, I actually dance around in the house posing but you are not the one leading me. My Salsa trainer screamed at me for not creating chemistry with him but I didn’t bother only because I was hoping you were on your way. I sing love songs but all solo, its time I graduate on to singing duets…
I look up at the star studded night sky for a shooting star… to wish for you sweetheart! I want to sit with you on one such winter night at a beach with bonfire to keep us warm… look up at those stars to thank them for falling every time I wanted to wish for you :)
This may sound to you like some crazily romantic living in her fantasy world, but isn’t life about those little moments … that first look when it clicks, that first touch which bonds us together forever, the stolen kisses, the arguments, running in each other’s arms, the endless differences that continue to irritate each other or simply finding someone waiting for you to come home every single day :)
I always think of the moment when we will meet… I will grab your collar, pull you closer and say… What took you so long?
But you’ve taken long enough … now you better have a good explanation for this!

P.S.: I love you and I couldn’t help making this public… I love PDA! :)
It’s all your fault! ;)

30 Going on 13!

19th October, 2010.

Now, I haven’t mistakenly reversed the numbers, I know the movie is 13 going on 30, but this isn’t about that. This isn’t even about something like the curious case of Benjamin Button … Its about my 30^th Birthday!

Oh yes, I turned 30 today. As a teenager, I saw this day as it was for most of the women in my family. I would either be at work or at home, where no one except my husband or kids would know about it. At night we would all enjoy a nice dinner at our favourite restaurant and the day would be over. Not that I don’t want this. In conclusion a few years ago, I had thought of it as a day with mature and subtle celebrations.

Let me tell you it wasn’t even close to those adjectives!

It was as if I was a teenager again. The calls and messages started beeping at the stroke of midnight and didn’t stop until 1:30 pm… well, you see, I am pretty famous :P

Sleeping late didn’t stop me from going for what I love to do the most early morning ride … Get out for a ride with my birthday buddy. We stopped at our regular tapri to have a cutting, took a walk. That’s how the day began…

In the office, I felt like I was back in school, all my colleagues came to my desk one by one to wish me. All of this added to the excitement & I felt like a 13 year old again. I was as happy as I was on my 13^th birthday… happy to be a teenager!

My colleagues surprised me with a present and a cake. I loved every moment of the celebrations where they all cheered and sang the birthday song as I cut the cake. Amidst all of this excitement, I could hardly focus on work & so I went chatting up with my friends online and with my colleagues. I was like a yuppie on a high dose. My colleague even remarked that there was something crazy about me!

Well, as I wrote on my Facebook, what’s the point in growing up if you cant be a kid for a day! And I did just that… went for a crazy ride (which my parents strongly disapprove of :P), cut the cake among a few friends & many strangers, didn’t work , didn’t let others work and came home like a good girl ;)

It did feel like a 13 year old and I did everything like one… well, maybe not all of it ;)

What did Bryan Adams say about being 18 till you die?

This one was one of the most memorable birthdays ever!

Ganpati Bappa Morya... Pudhcya Varshi....

I remember how eagerly I waited for this festival because it would not just mean a visit from my favourite deity but also being a little helper to my Narayan Kaka! Although my help back then would be restricted to staying up late in the night while my Kaka prepared the most beautiful ‘makhar’ year after year J

All the 9 days were filled with sheer joy and bliss. The joy of my ‘Hum Saath Saath Hain’ family union and the bliss of my personal conversations with my dearest Ganpati Bappa every second that I found him alone! Even as a child my conversations never included a wish list; it was either a simple hi or many a times, lots of questions, to which He promptly replied with a smile J

The 10^th day; however, was never so blissful, not because it was His time to return but because I would be scared… very scared! I was scared of hordes of His followers on the streets some dancing, some drunk and some screaming.

The Juhu Chaupati, which I loved to visit with my Mangal Aatya on any given day, would become a site to avoid. As a kid I would fear separating from my folks, and that fear would be evident in every kid at Juhu Chaupati that night. The fear of coming face to face with a malicious stranger kept the parents fiercely protective against every unknown smile.

The last day fiasco still haunts me. And with each passing year it gets scarier because it comes with a new problem …. And I have no solution but to ask Ganapti Bappa Himself to stay put in his heavenly abode.

Dearest Ganpati Bappa,

It was indeed pleasant to have you at our home this time around too, it was special because we decorated your ‘makhar’ J

The reason for writing this is a request … now don’t roll your elephant eyes thinking it’s a mannat; but seriously, do you mind skipping a visit or two, next year onwards because:

1. Although you are here with us, I do not feel your presence anymore. Not because I have grown up & question your existence but because I don’t hear you smile. My ears are too busy protecting themselves from the blasting songs such as ‘Munni Badnaam hui darling tere liye…’
2. All your followers pray to you and ask for forgiveness while conveniently ignoring the other lives they hurt unknowingly, I don’t question your justice but I don’t understand it
3. The kids love you dearly but many share my fear especially when these celebrations begin with loud and polluting firecrackers!
4. The animals all around, the stray and the pets are equally petrified and you see that fear in their eyes but then again it’s too noisy around for their soft voices to reach you and I am not saying this because I have pets!
5. Trust me, the elders ( grandparents/ senior citizens) too resent this fiasco
6. Lokmanya Tilak started ‘Sarvajanik Ganesh Utsav’ with a cause of bringing about an awakening but that very cause is lost!
7. The government has been trying to put a leash on the anti social activities/ elements that are rampant during such festivals, but the results are for all to see…

Lastly, I have been praying to you to bless these ‘Ganesh Mitra mandals’ with a little bit of wisdom and compassion, sorry to say, but I have seen only the reverse effects so far … and now… I am left with no choice but to say….Ganpati Bappa Moryaaaaa… Pudhcya Varshi Yeuch Naka!

P.S. Our culture vultures would probably raid my home if they read this blog!

Brida... (My version :P)

She meets him regularly knowing that he is trouble for her. He talks his heart out not understanding that it his heart talk sometimes hurts her.

She has always been this way … not just with him, with every person she has met in her 29 years’ journey, she isn’t naïve but she believes that no one should be alone, at least not when she can be there for him/her. This trait of wanting to play everyone’s guardian angel has only scarred her heart which she hides behind those songs of hope, smiles for her baby and the laughter with her friends. She wants to escape somewhere in the forest where she could be with the others like her… the animals as we call them. She wants to escape to the wilderness because she has always felt a certain safety in the wilderness than the concrete jungle could ever provide her. She wants to run away … but not to escape reality but to cry her heart out to the birds and trees, to the clouds who cry with her… and mostly to understand where did she go wrong? Why did she make those choices? Why did the mothers avert her … despite the fact that she genuinely loved them as much as she loved their son and all she wanted was to be accepted…?

She can very well kaput the friendship and be happy. She has done this before and she can do it again. But what she cannot stand is to see him alone…
She knows that he won’t be alone forever and that’s exactly why she prays that he finds someone like her. So he has someone who will be with him through his victories and defeats, trials and testimonials… She wants someone who sees him struggle and be proud of him… someone whose career profile compliments his and they are both proud of each other …someone who can let him fly away with his dreams assuring that she will take care of everything until he returns…Someone who wants to raise the family and keep them in tender loving care and support when he is away working hard to give them the life they deserve…and when the little ones are upset for daddy is always away she will gently make them realize how daddy is with us all the time and that every thing he does is for them… :)

She longed to be that woman… she will never be…
She knows that there are no miracles in life, no foretold destinies… just choices…
He has made his…. And so has she…

Thank You :)

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
Guide us through the starry night,
and wake us with the morning's light.
I ask not for myself alone,
but for thy children--every one.

Yes, we all are God’s children… and he has given all of us a guardian angel who watches over us. I have always wondered, the reason why a soul takes birth, it cannot be merely to go through the same routine? Why do some of us suffer all the time and the rest remain untouched by the smallest suffering in the world? Why do our loved ones part when we need them the most? Why do we worship idols when God is omnipresent? Do we need to hail God through mantras to secure a place in heaven? Who said that if the wife dies before the husband, she is pious? Is God so cheap to be tricked with a ‘mannat’?

You are free to criticise but my questions were answered by this wonderful book and I must thank the God for allowing his laws to be re-explained to us on Earth. Big thanks to God, to Ratoo, Vispi and their wonderful parents, Khurshed and Rumi Bhavnagri.

Although I have read only 1/10th of the book, it has answered many of such questions that continue to havoc my mind and thus my life. Today, I understand that there is no other objective or mission to our lives but to rise to a new spiritual maturity. This does not mean that one should give up on all the worldly comforts and ways of life. It only means that one should be true to themselves and to every creation of God. It’s as simple as analyzing the very statistical data at our office. Just take a look back at your life and analyze what you have done so far… have you harmed or hurt anyone? Have you cheated anyone? Have you misused anyone for your own selfish motives?

Being selfish is not a vice but being too selfless, definitely is! But you should understand how selfish or selfless you must be … and that’s why we are here…
Being pretentious is not cunning, but justifying it in a prayer is! Being judgmental isn’t unjust provided you judge yourself well…
Being hurt every time doesn’t make the world a devil’s lair but merely one’s immaturity to deal with situations and learning from them…

God has given us birth to mature our souls and rise to the higher realms. I don’t know how mature I am or will be in this life but I know that I have found answers and peace within… I no longer question God’s wisdom for I know that he brings me at a point where the road forks and that’s where I choose… I live …I learn.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Thank you for another day,
A chance to learn, a chance to play
Amen

Kati Patang

Read on for those who are waiting for Kites…


Kites isn’t such a bad movie… it’s badly made by Papa Roshan for dearest Hrithik. After all which parent doesn’t want to show how handsome his/ her son is? But wait a minute, hasn’t he done that already in KNPH, Koi Mil Gaya, and Krish? Of course he has, but we didn’t know how s**y Hrithik could look as a latino… although he is an Indian in Vegas... How he gets there… go ask Papa Roshan.

Hrithik plays ‘J’ (yeah that’s the name of the character and not the ‘jealous’ factor). Supposedly a money lover and a part time dance coach, marries at least a dozen illegal immigrant women like Linda (Barbara Mori), only to earn quick money for himself and get them a green card! He does not realize he loves her until they meet at his girlfriend’s (Kangana) house. Here Linda is engaged to Kangana’s brother. The brother is a typical las vegas-casino-owner-big-daddy’s spoilt brat, who must have everything he sets his lusty eyes on! Lady Linda is no damsel in distress, she agrees to marry the brat so she could have enough money for her family back in Mexico.

This is when the money lovers understand money can’t buy you true love… and begins a long trail of the brat & Co., LVPD and Bounty Hunters following the star crossed lovers! After years watching Hollywood movies and presuming that Hollywood cops are better than Bollywood cops is trashed when we see the LVPD doing such a lousy job! Here is a wonderful dialogue by the brat’s unfaithful at-the-climax Jamaal: Money can buy you happiness, if you know where to shop! A very thoughtful dialogue. Applause!

Hrithik is a skilled dancer but Papa Roshan didn’t know where to zoom-in or zoom out, as a result, you end up irritated with bad camera angles, esp if you are a dance lover! MJ is an inspiration in the dance moves but there will be no man like MJ ever who also knew how to make the audience go wild.

Hrithik is undoubtedly looking like a mixed Indian Mexican offspring and Barbara is beautiful.

Kangana is wasted. She plays the same psycho as she has in her previous movies but this time she doesn’t have more than 4-5 mins of screen time! Thanks to Papa Roshan for sparing the audience from her scarier-than-evil crying.

Barbara is beautifully exotic and charms the audience with her Mexican Spanish dialogues, though we don’t understand, they sound sweet.

Kabir Bedi… the handsome old man too doesn’t have much to act in this. I would have preferred him chasing Hrithik than the spoilt brat who does a lousy job at acting!

At the end of the movie, you feel… mmm… a big nothing!

My verdict: What’s the point? You would go anyway… you will most certainly have a little crush on Hrithik or Barbara after watching this :)

Thinking aloud... Love

Love… it eludes you when you are neck deep in it and hovers around you when you want to shoo it away. There are instances in one’s life where one does not want love to be around, for reasons such as family responsibilities, education, career etc. Love is like a bad boy; it chases you until you give in and turns your world upside down. But then what a topsy turvy world it is! Its springtime all the time, at least at the outset :)then starts the fall and the winter crawls in, freezing your relationship. That’s how love has been with everyone around the world. Some of them make it through the winter; whereas, some wither away. Love is put to rest under the snowy cold exterior.

Knowing and experiencing all the seasons of love, I am not giving up on it. Since I have known Love, I have always had this unrelenting desire to find my soul mate. You may laugh at the thought that soul mates exist only in Paulo Coelho’s books but I think they do exist in real life too. You just have to search harder. The search is no walk in the park. There are dark alleys where you doubt if it leads to some place… any place! Then there are very well paved patches, which confuse you to think that you are a stone’s throw away from your destiny.

Just as things happen to you when you least expect it, it would happen to me too. And when it does I will know it. I may have made wrong choices, but those have made me the person that I am. All the mistakes that I have learnt from have only made me understand my soul mate better… yes, I know I will understand him better... Thanks to all those, I met en route.

Everything fades away...

The only relationship one should forever be in, is the one with yourself… everything else fades away…

The person, who meant the world to someone, becomes a part of that virtual world that will never exist! Everything said and done becomes a part of that history which will never be written. The name that lit up someone’s face, the smile and laughter that brought happiness, the touch that comforted, the shoulder that unburdened all the worries, the words that guided, the look which was longed for every time the eyes met, the noisy silences,  … is all swept away in the tsunami of differences/ circumstances, which can never be put to rest. All that remains is debris of a broken heart…

Be it between friends, lovers, siblings, etc. there comes a time when we need to continue our journey alone. Fellow travelers will most certainly be around, but we must not attach ourselves with them. Belonging to someone and yet remaining detached, is the life-skill one must learn if not owned. Some learn it by looking at others and some learn it the hard way.

It’s difficult to stay humble and hopeful after the tidal waves have retreated, but its not impossible. The fear always remains, but as they say, life goes on…

Expectations management!

So what are your expectations? That’s a very typical question every guy, I mean a prospective groom, asks me. It’s one of the toughest questions and trust me, I am still trying to figure out a perfect answer. When it comes to arranged marriage, it’s just like striking a business deal or an interview. My parents match the horoscopes, and the profiles. If everything fits then the boy and I meet. I find myself in a very awkward situation when he asks me that question.

 Most of the time, I find my way out of this by counter questioning. I ask him if he could specify what he means by expectations. To which most of them are interested in knowing whether I cook, do I have a career plan in place, do I have any liabilities, how much do I draw, am I religious, would I help his Ma in the kitchen, etc. These things have always made me feel like I have come for a job interview for ‘Mother’s helper’ position! I haven’t ever met a man who asked me about what do I expect from ‘us’ or ‘our life together’. If our parents look for the matching profiles and horoscopes, why can’t we focus on our lives? Our views, our passions, our life together…

 It puts me off when we start discussing careers… why cant he ask me what time do I come home from work because he would like me to be home before he does just to open the door for him. Why can’t he ask whether I have thought about taking a break when our child is born because he/ she will need one of us and that he would gladly be the provider for the family while I nurture it? Why cant he asks me about my passions and share his too, because he does not want to be in the 9 to 5, or 6 now, kind of job and wants to pursue his passions for which he must know how much would I support in pursuing them. Why can’t he ask me about my family and relatives because he wants to know whether I will be accommodating towards his and because our kids must have the grand parents around just as we had? Why can’t he ask me about my friends and tell me about his because he wants to know me better and thinks that eventually we must become each other’s best friends. Why can’t he ask me about my life until then because he understands that just as you are what you eat, your journey teaches you and makes you the person you have become?

 I haven’t found a single person who wants to find a partner, a friend or a companion for life… they all seem to be looking for their mother’s helpers… and that makes me look at them in their muddy shorts which their Mummys lovingly clean up!

 Hmmm… (sigh)…. Where have all the men gone :P

'Sicksth' Sense :P

I see dead people ….naah … not really… but what I mean is, I really do have a sixth sense! And it has forever been by my side … it actually warns me, but just like every brat doesn’t listen to its mother’s warnings, I don’t follow them! I wonder whether I shall call it the sixth sense or the ‘sick’ sense, coz many a times it gives me a sick feeling when something is going to happen… It’s a funny feeling… as if someone is churning all the digestive acids in my stomach and these may just erupt like a volcano! Now don’t ask me which ‘vent’ it prefers :P .... and that explains the spelling in the title.

I guess everyone has this intuition thing but the intensity varies. Now the sixth sense, according to me is a part of your conscience, and as they (whoever ‘they’ are!) say, your conscience is awake even when you are sleeping. So as I sneak into my bed, my 6th sense begins to dream wild (now don’t click on your corrupt files :P). It dreams of people I most dislike and it shows them doing things (no, not those things!) I am least concerned or connected with, I mean, the other day I dreamt of my boss arguing with his wife over the phone… and what are the chances that he was actually fighting with her standing right behind me! The 6th sense doesn’t stop here, it warns me in weird ways, it shows me worldly happenings in my dreams. Trust me, if I were to write them down in a book, it would be the next best seller after Prophecies of Nostradamus! Every Astrologer, I have met so far, (and yes there are many, thanks to my over-the-‘age’-single status) has told me that I must listen to my intuitions if I want to be happy!
Now if I take their advice seriously, I should actually forget changing my status from single to ‘double’ (not in terms of weight… that I am already :P) Coz my silly ‘sick’ sense has never ever dreamt about that ‘andekha anjana’… So I can never really sing ‘Mere Khwabon mein jo aaye’ like Kajol did in DDLJ!
But when I look back, it has in fact danced around with a ‘WARNING’ board in its hands every time it knew something or someone was wrong for me but I shoo it away … The next time it dances around… I will dance with it :)
Thank you Almight 1.. that’s a precious gift!
P.S. I do see dead people .... in my dreams... :P

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

My last post triggered an email trail among my friends. Each one of them discussing how one should move on … They all had their own perspectives, some naïve, some experienced, some sweet, and some bitter. Although we had different takes on breaking the habit, but we all shared a common thing and that was to help each other move ahead… look at the greener side and be merry.

We pulled each other’s legs, we passed sarcastic comments, we pacified each other, blamed ourselves and even scolded each other (yup, all of this happened over the same email trail! Talk of multi-tasking in office! :P) That’s what friends do. No matter how busy each of them is, they are always there. To argue, to support, to kick your butt when you throw attitude, to rechristen you with adjectives when you do not return their call, to demand your time and invade your personal space without being apologetic and above all love and accept you the way you are …
That is what friends do and that is why no matter how annoying they may get at times, no matter how bitterly they may fight, they stick with you through thick and thin.
I am blessed to have you all by my side in every step of my life… Meghna (Minu), Deven (Nanu), Swapnil (Sopya), Himali (Princess), Shobha (hmm … Need to have a name for you…), Mangesh (Mangya), and Santa (Santosh)… Please don’t expect me to thank you all … the feeling and the ‘pakau’ stuff we shared is all mutual :P Peace guys 
And yeah, remember what Bollywood says, Friendship mein no thank you no sorry :P

Breaking the habit!

Yeah, that’s not an easy thing to do… it takes determination to break a habit. There are some habits which can be easily given up and there are some that hold you back. Not because you can’t get rid of them, but because some where in your heart you don’t want to. Mostly people are habituated of things and we call them addictions, such as smoking, drinking, cocaine, etc. and some of us are addicted to a person!

Being addicted to a person is the worst of all kinds! It plays havoc on your mind. The more you try to ‘de-addict’ yourself you find yourself drawn all the more towards him/ her!

Here is what most of us do to de-addict; you change your routine or do something you’ve never done before and surprise people! Things go well for sometime, but then one fine day, you get a call, or in the cell and the net age, you get an sms or a ping! And just like quick sand, you are sucked back in! Everything you have done so far, all the time you have spent ‘trying’ not to think about him/her goes down in the mud!

It’s not really that impossible to ‘de-addict’ but you need help. You have rehabilitation centre to help you through an addiction, but when the addiction is of a person, the best help is the addiction himself/ herself. Only they can help you overcome, they can help you cope, they can help you move on… by never looking back! Well, it’s true that they cannot be entirely blamed. The addicted too can do his/her bit by being strong, by weighing how he/she can do better things in life…work harder to get where they want, get famous, have gadgets, fall in love, be loved, be happy, be a better person, make a difference… All they need is to look at themselves as a person who has a lot to give to many people who need them… and all they have to do is break the habit!

My Girl :)

It’s this coffee colored fur ball that has suddenly become the center of my attention these days. She is usually very playful and loves to cuddle up in my arms. None of her siblings are ever so close to me but she is. The siblings are only interested in the biscuits that we get for them.

My girl is quite a gluttonous pup! A few days ago, I wanted to take her to her Doc for a check up. She was eating something when I tried to lift her. Boy was she upset! She growled as if to warn me not to disturb her from her meal. In the mean while her sibling, Lizzie (we call her that coz she is lazy and loves it when I scratch her, she looks adorably silly then :)), came up to her; to my surprise my girl barked at her! It was like putting up the sign loud and clear, ‘do not disturb while I am eating and I am certainly not sharing it with you!’ All the while that she was enjoying her sumptuous meal, I played with Lizzie and watched her. Once done, she came to me and started licking my feet and looked at me. When she does that, I can’t help but take her in my arms. Something about those cute puppy eyes!
She was hurt last week, when my friend and I took her to the doctor. She responded well to the treatment and I went to Pune and my friend to Bangalore, with a little less worry. But today her Doc diagnosed her with Distemper, its one of the dreaded diseases and it happens to the puppies in the first year. He said there is little hope. But I am not giving up on her. She may not be my family, or my daughter for that. But the feeling I had when she first came running to me can only be compared to the way I felt when I cradled my cousin Piyu… very maternal kind of feeling :)  So how can I just forget about this little girl who may not speak in words but her eyes speak volumes! She may not grab my dupatta like she used to but now she quietly walks away as I see her off. May be she understands that I need to take care of my other responsibilities.
My brother, Swapnil, searched on the net and informed me that Distemper can be cured. I read those articles too and I am quite hopeful that she will be cured.
I love you very much my little one… I wont give up on you. You are the best thing to have happened to me in a long time. I will be there by your side. I promise… You will be alright... :) After all you haven't told me which name you like the most... Is it... Lisa? Kiara? Choco? Shona? ummmm... or Megan? Or Mitzi as Himali would like or as Maggie that Swapnil would like? I like Megan ... Or how about Buttercup?  Did I hear a bark? :P
God bless you, my little wild one :)

A legend in his lifetime!

Every time I crib and cry about how my life has been and why? I think of this one person and I know I couldn't have asked for more.

He is my father’s uncle, we call him Raja Mama. The good old Chyavanprash ad “60 saal ke budhe ye 60 saal ke jawan” must have been coined for him :)
He must be, rather has to be around 70 years old but his energy levels can put a 7 year old to shame, trust me, I am not exaggerating this. Raja Mama has gone through a lot since his childhood. He lost his parents at an age when a child needs his parents the most. A relative, who had his own issues, looked him after. My parents pamper me so much and yet I complain! He got married, but never had a good family life, and they say being married gives you security, someone to call your own. He has a brilliant son, but as luck would have her favor on everyone else but this man, his son suffered from an emotional set back due to a bad ragging incident. As a result, his son had to drop out; he is now doing his internship at Sassoon hospital in Pune. Talk of how life gives you a lolly pop and snatches it away! At an age where Raja Mama must retire and relax, he has to work to pay for his son’s fees.
When I see him, all my complains seem so …so kiddish! Any person who goes through so much in life is expected to be bitter, cynical and lost all good hope. Raja Mama is far from any of this. No one who meets him for the first time would believe that he is our Grand father! He may not be highly educated, but he is quite updated with what is happening around the world. He always has something to contribute to any topic of discussion, right from budget strategies to English movies! Unbelievable, I know. Our highly educated and cynical generation finds it difficult to digest that someone who does not have a degree can contribute so much.
It’s a rarest blue moon that you see him down, in my life of 29 years, I haven’t yet. Leave alone his hyper-than-7-year-old energy levels but he has his own brand of humor! Sometimes irritating and sometimes just right when you need a smile :)
He is indeed and inspiration to anyone who believes that its just one life and one chance to make the most of every road we take. We must forgive and forget and not be weighed down by what He has sent with us in our backpack.
This is just a small one for you Raja Mama… You have changed the way I look at life.
Thank You.

Status Quo!

As my friend Sumit says, God made man, Man made Economics and Economics created the great divide.
As if religion, sub-caste, and region weren’t enough to create disputes, it is your economical, social and financial status that mars your love and life at every step.
Your CTC, the company you work for, your designation, the gadgets you can afford, are the parameters that decide how a person is treated? These days when a man or a woman decides to settle down, it appears as if he/she  is looking for a business partner than a life partner. I have met men who are pretty impressed with what I want to achieve in my life, they like the fact that I have a plan in place and I am on my way. But does that take you a long way as a couple? Are you looking for someone who can keep your competition fire burning till you retire? It is not wrong to find someone of your status but what’s disheartening is that the value of human emotions involved is ever depreciating. It seems more like cracking a business deal than ‘holy’ matrimony. I wonder why ‘holy’ in the first place. Lets not get there for now, but why can’t one be judged purely on the person that you are? Why does your CTC matter? And how? Should this be the reason to be shameful of your own blood?
Here is an interesting piece of information I found on Wikipedia, the term ‘Status Quo’ in Israel refers to an informal agreement conducted in 1947 between the secular leadership of the Zionist movement in Palestine and leaders of the Orthodox Jews, this agreement lays down ground rules for the relationship between state and religion in four major issues, lets leave out the other three for they hold no significance here, the surprising of them all is Matrimonial Law! It seems not just Israel but the entire world agreed to it and we further divided ourselves!
It saddens me to know that people drift apart as they grow higher in ranks and with the money in their banks. What happens to your family and friends? Well as they say life goes on…No wonder that people love Karan Johar movies... after all, we go to theatres to escape reality. Indeed the movies have become a family affair; after all “It’s about loving your family!” Pun intended!

Goodness Gracious!

It’s a lazy Saturday morning and the first thought I have today is to write something about God! I see people all around me praying, some genuinely thank Him and some bribe Him for something or someone they desire the most, as if He is a government officer! If that’s not enough by ‘God’s grace’ their wish materializes they tell everyone to go to that place and pray for what they want. Strange are God’s ways of dealing with people, sometimes I wonder if He falls for their bribes! Although I have never met these set of people, but I find them very amusing, let’s call them the ‘Bribesmen’.

These ‘Bribesmen’ comprise of people from both sections of the society, the classes and masses. I don’t blame the masses but the classes surprise me all the time! The classes are born with a silver spoon and are gifted with almost every other metal one could ask for in their lives, they still crave for more! They go to every temple, they pray, they give away a lot in charity, they perform pujas and ‘shantis’ for their well being, hoping to please God and eventually get what they want! And if God does not give in to their demands, they blame Him for not paying heed! Idiots, did He ever ask you to put so much of your efforts in these things in the first place? Had you put those efforts in moving an inch closer to what you want, you could have reached there by now!Just as the old saying goes, God helps those, who help themselves!
God created us and gifted us with the power to create our destiny by giving us this amazing organ called brain, and a conscience that can help you choose the right from wrong. Do we still need to make a genie out of God?

Soul Sister :)

One may think that this is blog looks like a mutual admiration society's bulletin board; but you are free to do so. But this is the only thoughtful gift I have ever received and I must express ...

My first impression about this girl was that she must be a 'Rock Chic' and I was right. For anyone who sees her humming an old Hindi classic, will be in for a surprise as she also listens to Linkin Park with equal admiration! I didn't need much information after that; a person with such a diverse liking can be quite enigmatic and charismatic. People who know her will agree that she has her way with words and can throw googlies at you... and you wouldn't know what hit you! :) She will go out of the way to help you, but I really wish she would become just a little selfish so she doesn't hurt herself all the time.
Princess (that's what I call her), you don't have to thank me. Remember, the F.R.I.E.N.D.S.' theme song... yup, that's what friends are for!
Here is the verse that suits us best:
No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me
Seems you're the only one who knows, what its like to be me!
It is indeed true for us that Himali and I are so alike in every way! Over the past 2 years Himali has become one of my closest pals... I am glad I now have 3 of them! :)


Thanks for the wonderful gift Princess! :)

This is a gift!

This is Himali.. Sonali's Friend... (dunno about the best part.. i would rather say soul sister.. ;)
wanted to write her a testimonial for a long long time but didnt because
- 1024 character limit on Orkut is hugly unfair to describe someone like Sonali.
- Writing testimonial on Orkut is such a passe now... ;)
so here i am writing my testimonial for this amazing lady and present her this small place in cyberspace thats her own...where she can come and write whatever she feels like and she obviously has atleast one follower... no marks for guessing thats me...
hope she keeps this place warm and funny with her presence...

so my testimonial would just say that i love you sonali... (in a sisterly way ofcourse... normal che..and who knows it better than u who have to keep track of my ever changing crushes.. ;) )
I could pass saddest phase of my life all because of you... you became the sounding board, friend, critic, sister and everything that you could be...
i will always love you and cherish you for this.. thanks a lot for being there...

please please please as a return gift, do keep this page alive... u can infact use it for SaveOur Tigers!!!
(and be my follower.. that goes without saying... haha)