Fate and Destiny!

Time and again we complain about our luck and so many of us crib and cry about accepting what life throws at us.

We complain and crib and complain some more .

Smallest of things are enough to spoil our mood and take us in a loop of depression.

Today I would like to share one such story of ill-fate and how it was accepted with so much positivity. The story is a familiar one but the thought process it portrays is what I would like to draw attention towards.

Remember the Story of Lord Ram’s Vanvaas.

King Dashrath had consulted his ministers and decided to announce Ram as the new King the following day, he wished to retire and acceed the throne to Ram his eldest son and the most eligible one at that.

Having learnt this Ram was content however it was fate that had other plans.

As we all know King Dashrath bound by his oath to Queen kaikayi sent Ram away for 14 years.

Imagine Ram’s plight and mindset in that situation.

What does one do in such a circumstance , the public wanted him as their King , the ministers had approved, Dashrath had approved but alas destiny had other plans.

When we look at Ramayana today after learning the complete story it seems like a logical step to go away since we know its pivotal and crucial for the death of Raavan however in that moment and in that instance Ram did not know this, Sita did not know , the entire public of Ayodhya did not know. No one knew it.

Think about this, in a few hours he was to be crowned as the king and now was asked to leave for the forest with a ascetic’s life for 14 long years.

When Laxman came to know about this he suggested a solution he said let us take our father King Dashrath captive. As a prisoner you wont have ro follow his orders anymore and after the coronation we can release him. 

Thus his Oath to Mata Kaikayi can be bypassed on account of him being powerless.

But this is Ram we are talking about he had to set an example for the generations to come, not for nothing he is called Maryada Purushottam.

He said to Laxman “I have not done anything that might remotely hurt Maa Kaikayi ever and yet she has wished for something that has brought me to this juncture in my life. There seems to be greater forces at play. 

Fate has something in store for me which I will not be able to comprehend if I do not follow this path, its only logical that I follow this path which is to determine my destiny and so I will accept the Vanvaas”

In this one decision Ram taught us about fate and its power, we all know what happens next and how Ramayana played out further. 

How many of us accept our undesired outcomes with such openness and such gratitude.

Let us understand he did not do things because he was God , he became God because of his actions.

Jai Shree Ram 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

P.S.: its Ram and not Rama , translation from Sanskrit to English has fated this mistake 😝

Bhageerath Prayas

Once upon a time , long long ago there lived a great king (😝 pun Intended).

His name was King “Sagar” or famously known as “सगर राजा”.

After conquering the great lands of bharat he decided to perform the famous Ashwamedha Yagna , and as per practice of the yagna he left a Horse to roam about in the lands , as fate would have it overcome by jealousy this horse was kidnapped by Lord Indra himself and hid in Kapil hrishi’s ashram.

Angered by this Sagar Raja sent his sons all 60,000 of them to search for the horse and in their search of it they reached Kapil Hrishi’s Ashram. 

Disturbed and troubled by the sons of Sagar Raja the sage in a fit of rage burned them all just by looking at them.

After learning about this the King was heartbroken.

Being in a drought affected area a sad Sagar Raja prayed to Lord Brahma for water so as to perform the Jaldana for his 60,000 sons and So Ganga took birth , but Ganga was very headstrong and in her prime wanted to destroy anything that came in her path, In a fit a rage lord Shiva held her up and tied her down in his locks.

Now Sagar Raja again with a heavy heart prayed again to Lord Shiva but he soon died,

His only other son who was left Asmanjeya continued his fathers Penance but he too withered away,

Then his Son Anshuman followed suit and even he too passed away,

The next heir to the throne King Dilip continued the task but alas he too couldn’t please Lord Shiva and soon left for the heavenly abode with time,

Then came Bhageerath the 5th Generation after Sagar Raja and as one knows Ganga is also named Bhageerathi , its after this King Bhageerath she is named so because Bhageerath by his prayers was able to please lord Shiva and shiva let a single stream of Ganga from his locks and thus King Sagars dream of Jaldana for his 60,000 sons was realised by his great great great grandson Bhageerath. 

A herculean effort one would say or as Ami Ganatra Says a “Bhageerath Prayas”

It took 5 generations for an effort started by Sagar Raja to fructify eventually. 

Imagine the patience put in. The amount of discipline, dedication and determination required to be passed on from generation to generation.

We witnessed something similar in our generation but much like many things that happen around us we failed to relate to it and unless one draws parallels it’s really difficult to comprehend the magnanimity of the event.

Ram Mandir was opened on 22nd Jan 2024 it was after almost 496 years that Ram Mandir was rebuilt.

If one takes into account a lifespan of 100 years which in times of Sagar Raja was very common , it would be fair to say that it took almost 5 generations to rebuild the temple. It took a herculean effort no doubt or to simply say a “Bhageerath Prayas”

Great things happened in the land of Ram and now that Ram Mandir is Back let us witness the greatness and Magnanimity of our Land once again.

P.S.: JAI SHREE RAM 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

The tale of 'V' becoming 'B'

It seemed to be very funny to me initially and I used to think that it is just one or two persons inability and laziness to make proper use of their lip muscles and in the process just pronouncing it as "bhee" instead of 'V'.
Slowly I started identifying patterns and came to a conclusion that it was only with the uneducated class or the pan and gutka eating ones or with the ones who are not properly exposed to good grammar and proper English concepts.

But the more time I spent here the more confused I have got, I still try to find patterns but I feel I should just give up now , coz it is everywhere. I talk about this with my wife and she thinks I am just exaggerating, although I know that she knows I am right.

Been here for more than two months now and I have found so many names change their pronunciation , over such long periods of time that today nobody would believe that it has been changed at all.

Let's see some examples
I write this from the city of Bhubaneswar which ideally should be Bhuvaneshwar, Vasant rutu has a festival called Vasant Panchami which is now gladly called Basant Panchami.
Vikram became Bikram and Vishal is now Bishal,  Dhruv is now known as Dhrub.
The list can go onn

Its as if you can observe Evolution in one lifespan. Initially one could only hear people mispronounce V as B and it was only in the spoken form but as time passed it became so prominent that today people even write it as B.
Its like people here want to phase out the usage of letter V.
I am still not able to figure out why ,but the closest reason I feel it could be is because to say V you need to use a couple of more muscles in your lip.

Its like people here are so lazy moving a muscle in the lip is also a pain. Although I could be wrong and there could be a explanatory reason but I am yet to find that.
Also I am still trying to find a word in the English language where this change has actually changed the meaning of the word so as to support my argument

The best example so far ,Biwi has now become Bibi and I think Punjabi's have a different meaning to that word they use it to refer to a lady.

P.S.: I could have been a lawyer
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Moving ahead with past

Watching some of the old videos while sitting and doing nothing makes me realize the memories from the past are still so fresh. It has suddenly made me so nostalgic that I am starting to feel will I ever get to live that life again.

I sit here on this crowded street by the lake and wonder if ever I can get a chance again to be in the hostel with my room mates and once again if we could play the song " yamla pagla deewana" and dance to its tunes as if there is nobody watching and as if it doesn't matter if anybody may be watching.

I clearly remember , what we only cared for then is to dance and make a good video which we could later upload on YouTube, today when I just happened to come across it , all of it just hit me back.
I want to go back to my hostel just for a day, to my flat and I want to feel the life and I want to treasure it, the feeling somehow has so strongly gripped me that I wonder if I will ever be able to come out of it.
I have a good life now but I just feel like I want to relive all those moments. I deeply miss my hostel and the 2 of my best years I spent in SBS.
Only I know how much I would give to just relive one day in the exact same conditions and with exact same people.
However when I just come out of the nostalgia. I realize its of the past and what I have now is because of my glorious past, if I keep going back and dreaming of it I might not have such a great future.
Going forward
New role heading off to kolkata , bigger pay checks, bigger responsibilities , independent lifestyle, more work, more stress, this is what I have to worry about now. But I still wonder will all this give me the kind of memories my past has given me, coz when I made those memories I never once thought , I just had fun and I had lots of it and here I am on the street by the lake side sitting and wondering if I am making any memories.
I guess only time can answer that.

P.S.:Once you have resigned you don't really give a damn about work.
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The reception

Waiting waiting and waiting some more, one thing which always happens and has happened in my life.

Be it on sales calls be it client meetings or for interviews both pre and post, today being another one of those days, lot of thoughts just racing through my mind, like a river all the water is just flowing I don't know how much of water can I retrieve.

Just out of my interview been waiting for over 20 mins now, it seemed to have gone well and I also fell on a couple of accounts but I did recover well, my mind is just trying to hold up thoughts in place and analyze the situation the words just seem too less to put it together. Sonali and Harshal , two of them I tried to prove I am good and they listened.
She asked me what I liked the most, I said "I like when somebody listens, when somebody gives me their undivided attention and I speak and everybody in the room just listens to what I have to say, this right here is what I enjoy, and I enjoy this a lot."
Yes I came up with that instantly and that to so good..
And they listened to all that, lot of questions she asked me to which I gave an instant answers these were totally strange questions but then I could duck them very well,I wonder if I have become experienced to handle such situations.
Give answers instantly which will still please the listener.
I read somewhere a good decision is good because it has come from experience and experience comes from the past mistakes and the more the better decision the more the number of mistakes done, so basically it means I have by now appeared in lot of interviews and have got a knack of how to get through such situation.. I am just saying:-)

Still sitting at the reception and my mind is racing but I am glad I have unloaded a few thoughts at least.
The reception the reception I wonder how long this wait will be for, and will it be worth the time and energy, what offer will they give if they give at all, racing mind.

Just when I was drifting towards the negative side the HR came, took me for lunch and told me that I would be having the second round.

P.S.: I have a feeling this might be it.
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Triumph of good over evil.

http://www.scoopwhoop.com/inothernews/ramayana-actually-happened/

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P.S.: Happy Dussera to all

On the highway

After a quick dinner of peculiar junk food and some other stupid pickup foods felt very hungry at night...specially because of late night train to the native...shifting from s11 to s3 was a tough task considering the number of people traveling without ticket...

Finally at Jhalki the upma ...aahhh the pleasure and the tea was just wow...good enuf to make me drool and write over it...
And making me realize how we miss out appreciating these small things in life...without which our life could most certainly be nothing worth living for...

A small cup of tea....the data connection on your fone....whatsapp for instance...have you ever given a thought as to how convenient our life is today and why it is?...

Anyways...the tea was amazing and so I had to click the pic...maybe someday I will be remembering it over another cup of tea and tell a tale to my partner who will soon be a part of me in every small detail which ever will be.
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P.S.:  Sent by WhatsApp

Marriage Invitation - Sagar-Niharika

Dear Friends, peers, colleagues, seniors and my mentors,

My day has come..
I hereby declare to the world that my tenure as a bachelor has come to an end..I have enjoyed my stay in the phase for approximately 2 decades (considering I was just a kid before that) and now I feel the time is right.

For my single friends I would like to make an apology in advance because from now on I would more often be absent from our usual tafri's and give you reasons just so that I can spend more time with my dearest wife(almost there)

With that done i now declare my entry into this beautiful institution called Marriage.

I request for your gracious presence at my wedding which is going to be a once in a lifetime event and be part of my happiness as I step into a new world.

Find attached herewith my wedding card with dates and address.

Please treat this as a personal invitation from myself.

Regards,

Sagar Deshpande.

9930426007

The beat of my heart

Things are moving fast very fast indeed Very soon we will be married and be together..I wish to dedicate a page to all those wonderful moments which we shared which has today made possible this sacred institution between us and our families.
Firstly I love you sweetheart more than ever...its like a avalanche which is snow balling everyday...

I still remember wen it all started and how it did...not a first time charmer myself took time to cement my place in your heart but u sure are one angel who made my eyes blister...
I was thoroughly impressed on the new year's eve when we had dinner and discussed about you...till then I never knew you really...
I wanted to be with you all the while...used to find reasons but you did give me plenty...however even I dint know it then...time flew we chatted and chatted with friends around us...sometime by sms sometimes by writing on pages...
I miss it all now....be it the way I used to pull u everyday just before you left for you hostel at 9.30pm or be it the countless occasions when I sent courier with food to your room at night when you were hungry....the way u used to guess who am I and where I am standing from the distance between boys and girls hostel...the little things which you did for me like bringing my daily breakfast to taking spare notes for me...our various outings at 6am in the morning just to be together and the sessions at gym the way you watched while I pumped iron...honey I miss you soo much..

I know you are afraid...you have a 100 questions in your mind...each day as we inch closer to our wedding you are feeling more tensed and worried....our arguments over things hasn't helped it either...but I assure you dear you will be fine...I am there for you and you alone...I promise to make it as simple as possible for you...
We dreamed of this together and today we stand high...I support you no matter what...for its for that little smile on your face I strive...you being cheerful is my responsibility your happiness is my aim and I will never let you down...

I love you sweetheart ...you will never be alone because I am always at your service

Party yuhi chalegi

Life is a party but you need to play the music...

Been a year

It all started like a story scripted by a famous bollywood writer and why wouldn't it..
Had all the ingredients..
a beautiful and sexy Heroine, a hazy future, a misty life and to top it all a Hero for our heroine..
And no kidding there are enuf twists and turns...
People to support and people to oppose..
What held them together was the love and respect for each other..

It's not a victory...it's just a happy feeling..

I still clearly remember it had all started in last march when we were still in college...and it's march nw.. Wen things have smoothened..

It's always good when life throws challenges at you and try to take you down again and again and again
and the thing abt life is it throws many things at you all together..

A very learned man says...problems are opportunities...i say hahaa...can't beat that..in my case clearly they were just problems...or maybe i am too blind to see it as of now..no offence though.

There is no win if there is only win...it had to be a win-win but enuf of the jargon...was it not a bollywood story.!!
So the hero and heroine try all that they can again and again for over a year to finally get happy..
And soo march is a happy month..
As all financials close we too close a chapter in our life or soo we think..!

Although the job still remains but i feel wen we have lived the process soo well itz only fair to say it's time to be happy..

To end it..
Here's something

For my love for you never shatterred..
Though i may have been soo batterred .
I come forward and search in the gloom
I gaze at the mist that is all around
as it clears i see my angel
heaven u seem to me wearing that smile
the weight just pushes me down below
i fall on my knee and look up to u
only to say...

"WILL YOU MARRY MEE".!!

Happy New Year..

Itz 2013...a new year yet again..
And like every year i had made a list of things to do...
But somehow as the clock struck 12 i dont feel to do anything...i just want to be home in my bed...and relax...seems the best thing to do...

I can hear the DJ playing the songs at a distance..boys and girls shouting together and having fun...how much i wud have wanted to join them just some months ago...but today my idea of fun is my bed and pillow...
Grown too old..?? I don't think soo..
My friends are partying and i did have a invitation but yet i wished to stay back..the exact reason is hard to find...but i think i am in search of something...

As strange as it mite sound i even have to report to work tommorrow, first day of the year..
Not many things are right...maybe thats the reason...i just wish this new year makes everything right...so that maybe...i can welcome the new year 2014 with a light heart and a happy mood..

So for this year i just want to wish everyone of my friends and family members a warm and prosperous new year...may all your dreams come true...and all of you lead a wonderful year ahead..god bless..
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P.S : I need enlightnment...if you knw wht i mean.. ;-)

Once More..One last time..

Dear Sachin, How are you doing ? (Awkwardness) Let me first introduce myself. I am a reserved, reluctant sort of character - generally directionless, good at drifting from one thing to another - school, jobs, love, marriage, ah and this cruel middle age. I do a few things in life decently well, but come on! - I am not really fantastic at anything in particular like yourself. ( God, that straight drive. Sigh) I am more than a hundred million strong. We may dress differently, diss at the young Kohlis and Rainas with varying intensities and dialects, but at the core we are one person. For simplicities sake, let me call myself The Tendulkar Generation.  So once again- how are you Sachin? I hope this letter finds you in the best of health.  If you are wondering, we have run into each other many times - in hotel lobbies, from behind tasteless nets and rusted barbed wires, at innocuous inaugurations, and mostly through those Taiwan made TVs. I have seen you, copied you, cried when you were Shoulder Before Wicket and boy have I celebrated when Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar cuts loose. God, how time flies. There you were. Young boy, around my age, curly hair, twinkle in eye, and dragging a bat clearly too heavy in your hands. There you were, with that quick glance at the heavens, that stare down the pitch, and that disturbing little one quarter squat.  And boy did I scream and laugh out loud. Somebody get him a better fitting box! And then I corrected myself. Heck, on second thoughts let him be. Everything he does is beautiful, and he hasnt even hit the ball yet. It is difficult to say how and when exactly this connect started. Was it when you took that last West Indian wicket to leave a match tied at 126? Was it when you made grown men squeal while a cricket ball took flight like the sand that surrounded it? Or was it on that day when you flew back from a father's funeral to that quick look at the heavens, that stare down the pitch, and that squat.  Who cares ? We connected like kids do with elder brothers, like elder brothers do with fathers, and like fathers do with their friends from another time. In whatever role you played - teenage freak, opener for India, reluctant captain, honest young man, wise solid anchor - you remained everything that was right with our world. Sachin, you made us happy, like no one else ever did. Top Edge, Fielder getting underneath it. Tendulkar out. Match Over. Return to exams, to nagging parents, to grainy Doordarshan and to monotonous lives. Top Edge, Fielder getting underneath it. Tendulkar out. Match Over. Return to spreadsheet, to nagging wives, and to monotonous lives. That was you twenty years ago. That was me twenty years ago. That was you yesterday. That was me yesterday. I may have lost a few hair , and gained a few kilos, but with you around that stubborn part inside of me still believed I was a kid, and felt capable of pulling off amazing things in life. After all, the calendar may have ticked over and the shades may have changed, but you were still tonking it in Blue. We were always surrounded by bullies, we were always fighting our way through. If Tendulkar can, I can.  Dear Childhood. Rest in Peace. It was good while it lasted. Sachin, you must come across a gazzillion such notes from your fans to meet you, pose with you, shake your hand and well... be a part of the Sachin Tendulkar experience on Facebook and what not.  But as your earliest admirer, I - the Tendulkar Generation, never really gave much thought to all of this. But today, I want my pound of flesh. I make my first and last request to you. And I am going to be firm about it. You better listen dude. This is not how romance ends. There has to be one last look over the shoulders. Sachin Tendulkar, you have to play it one more time. Do it against Pakistan, or do it against Nigeria - it does not matter. It never did. Very honestly, like I have said before, cricket for us was Sachin Tendulkar versus 8 international teams. You have to play one last time, and you have to do it in Blue.  After that, they may well retire the Jersey or they may retire the damn color blue , dont care. Play it one more time, is that too much to ask? And yes, thanks for all the memories. - The Tendulkar Generation .. P.S.: Courtesy Arpit Srivastava..BIIB Batch 2009-11..superb writing sir

Writing tips by David Ogilvy Himself

Interesting how this blog post help me keep pace with certain very special things in life,
Just surfing across the internet landed me this very beautiful piece of article
Not that i really care about this Ogilvy guy but then i just happened to casually read across this article with half a mind...found it to be interesting re read it and now i want to preserve it...

so this one is for the great "DAVID OGILVY."

Learning about how to improve my communication by watching advertising professionals is the best way to learn.
They have thirty seconds to get you to influence you to invest your money in buying what they are selling to you.
They persuade you with stories, visuals, data and above all, an interesting way of communicating ideas.
David Ogilvy was an icon in that space.
Here is the master communicator’s memo titled “How to Write” to his employees written on September 7th, 1982. Here it is:

The better you write, the higher you go in Ogilvy & Mather. People, who think well, write well.
Good writing is not a natural gift. You have to learn to write well. Here are 10 hints:
1. Read the Roman-Raphaelson book on writing. Read it three times.
2. Write the way you talk. Naturally.

3. Use short words, short sentences and short paragraphs.
4. Never use jargon words like reconceptualize, demassification, attitudinally, judgmentally. They are hallmarks of a pretentious ass.
5. Never write more than two pages on any subject.
6. Check your quotations.
7. Never send a letter or a memo on the day you write it. Read it aloud the next morning — and then edit it.
8. If it is something important, get a colleague to improve it.
9. Before you send your letter or your memo, make sure it is crystal clear what you want the recipient to do.
10. If you want ACTION, don’t write. Go and tell the guy what you want.”

Source: The Unpublished David Ogilvy: A Selection of His Writings from the Files of His Partners
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P.S.: My boss told me that i have to improve on my writing skills...well at least i am trying.. :P

Story of my life..!!

From where i see now
i don't what i am seeing

from where i see now
i don't know if i am supposed to be seeing

from where i see now
i have only hope at my side

but then i think of you my heart
and all i know is there will be light somewhere

it has taken a lot of time to come
but i know it will come by in some

the more i am tested the more is my fight
for itz against my very own might

i am standing still strong with 6 inches tall
and with u by my side i will never fall

i dont know if it is right or wrong
but somehow it seems
for what i was born

for all i know i may be wrong
and maybe i am a bit headstrong
so what i say, i will live with it in song


i feel for her who gave me life
bless her god with all my life

for there is very little i could do for her
and i wish i can somehow repay her

this is my story...maybe itz too sad
but that is what i have apprently had

and so i say

from where i see now
i dont seem to great

but yet i will take my chances
coz that is where the coin bounces

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P.S.: It seems the worst will happen...and i will be sorry anyways..

Habits- Interesting Analogy

Hey guys while reading stuff on the internet i came across something worthwhile,
Thought it might be of interest to some of you atleast..do read..



Habits are the result of our brain’s effort to spend less energy in doing routine things. This happens when the brain creates a routine out of a sequence of actions so that it can be done effortlessly. The efficient brain spends less time thinking about basic behaviors. Some habits are useful – e.g. we do not forget how to drive after a long vacation.

Habit formation is a three-step loop of cue, routine and reward. A cue is a trigger that tells your brain to go into automatic mode and which habit to use. Routine can be physical or mental or emotional. Finally, the reward tells your brain to figure out if this particular loop is worth remembering for the future. Over time, this loop—cue, routine, reward; cue, routine, reward—becomes more and more automatic. When the cue makes you crave for a reward a habit is born.

A habit cannot be eradicated but can be replaced with another by conscious effort. To change a habit replace the routine while keeping the cue and reward the same. You reach home (cue) read a book instead of switching on the TV (new routine) & then reward yourself (doing what you do while watching TV eg: having a cup of tea). The new habit has to be done repeatedly so that your brain gets used to the new habit. "If you believe you can change — if you make it a habit — the change becomes real," the author concludes. "This is the real power of habit: the insight that your habits are what you choose them to be."

Read : The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life by Charles Duhigg

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P.S.: Coming early to office has it'sown advantages.. :)

Mumbai- Seems strange

The city that never sleeps but what if I wanted to sleep

The life is so fast paced but what if I wanted it to go slow

A great career and professional life but what about personal life

A real challenge for the beginners and what then

A life full of commitments to others and no time for oneself

The trains the rush the crowd the madness the rains it’s all relentless

But I need time..i need to slow down..i want to feel..i want to enjoy

I want to live again

So little did I know it back then when I had left Mumbai 2 years ago for my high profile MBA at a premier college, I had always thought of it as going from Mumbai “the city” to Pune “the not so city” and also felt that I come from a better city with better life, now 2 years hence I find myself back in my Big City and yet somehow everything seems so out of place..

2 months since I am back here and the initial façade of being back has died down so now when I sit down and think about it I somehow miss pune. Soo I am thinking of paying it a visit soon

I want to live those memories again some time soon, Pune i am coming soon

P.S.: The Job seems to be taking it’s toll .. I feel insane 

Ohh I have soo missed Mumbai..!!

Coming back from pune to mumbai was an emotional moment...not the coming back part but the whole leaving a part of my life behind and stuff...
Although i come back as a learned man (probably that's what i think) but pune will have a important place within me..
1st day at work...in mumbai...1st day in feild...1st the in the humid climate...1st day in the locals...all my memories came rushing back...i feel like i have been re energized or something..
The rush..the traffic..the roads..the noise...the madness...i had missed it all for some time now..but

I am Back..

Not much hass changed apart from a few more flyovers...little more traffic...and some extra people...
apart from all this the city still feels the same...it breathing heavy...it's still fun...it's still full of crazy people...it still has places to hang out and sit idle...it still is a home to many dreamers out there....and still the rickshaw wala's are talkative and a source of all information....(i wonder if the Intelligence ever tried them out for information)..

But all in all the city is still Happenning...and i soo love it....
Mumbai rocks..!! as it always did...
I love my city and no matter where ever i stay in the future i would always want to be back....
Cause today i know in my heart i am truly a MUMBAIKAR...

a word of advice to my friends who have got their joining in mumbai...

Yeh hai Mumbai Meri Jaan

The very reason why you hate the city
from the beggars...to the locals...
the heavy rush...to the heavy rains...
the dirt and pollution to the slums......is what defines Mumbai...
LIVE IT.

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P.S.: 1000s flock to the city everyday and yet the city absorbs everyone..
it doesn't differentiate....it loves everyone equally...the city is not the problem...WE ARE.. 

It Open's at the END

The last episode of friends is what came to my mind when i left E-3(our flat),
The empty flat just made me remember that scene.
It was probably just not what i ever wanted to happen but again i had to move on
Today i feel if i could redo the past 2 years with all my friends and my room mates i will so happily do it,
I almost cried when i had to leave my home,everybody had already left and i was the last one,
Packing my stuff and sitting there in the dust with a few closed ones is when i realized it is really the end to this amazing journey of my career,SBS ends,MBA ends,student life ends,and so does a important phase in my life,
Got a job now,but no doubt learning will go on.

sipping a cup of tea i was thinking to myself,GOD please don't make me go through this ever again,but then am i asking him to stop me from growing,
Yes it is sad,so what.?
Emotions are very hard to understand,they don't show you the right path, they make you foolish, what has to be done has to be done is what i am making myself understand,
But so many memories
The way we talked together,laughed together,saw movies,had parties,fought and again came together,made fun of each other, will all be gone..i will always remember it...though I have many stories to tell.
But isn't life all about this moving on and going around telling stories..
"Woh jawani hi kya jismain kahani na ho".....but "kahani toh khatam bhi hoti hai na"

I don't feel good but i don't need to with time there will be a new story with new characters.
to enjoy and to,to breakup and again makeup is only human...so every now and then we are put to test...to see if we are still human..Law of nature...true story.."wink" ;)

It's been a wonderful time at E-3 specia..and today when it has all ended...i feel it has opened a emotional warehouse which i had been storing for a long time.
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P.S.:    :(   :(   I am truly SAD

Many many Wishes...!!

Seems like i have soo much to give but yet everything i do seems soo little..

I don't know what do u expect or what you want...but from what i can do...there's a little bit which you might be proud to have.

So this one's for you

 

Your birthday is a reminder,of just how special you are.

In a world that can be crazy,
You are simply a calming star.

You live your life in brightness,shining for all to see.

A positive influence,on somebody just like me.

Yes, you are special,and in so many ways.

That i wish i had you since the day i came,

So, I’m thrilled to be sharing,on your special day

This little rhyme which might seem like a pebble in a hay

May you live a million years,and keep smiling like always

While you live for all that while,do wish for my company like always

Happy Birthday!

Today as you grow a year older...i want to wish you for all the previous years when i could not wish you...

Well as i said anything i do will seem little but then this was the best i think i could offer....

 

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P.S.: May God Bless You Dear.