Friday, 30 March 2012

Farewell To Pune Years!!

As I Leave This Place Behind,
One Realization Mostly Struck My Mind,
“I Am Leaving Behind Some Years Of My Life,
Many Moments Of Glee & Some Moments Of Strife”

In The End As I Pack-Up, Nothing Seems To Matter,
Though Many A Times This Place & Few People Had Made Me Shatter!
I Want To Forgive If Not Forget,
By Embracing The New Sunrise & Giving Send-Off To The Sunset!

With A Smile On My Face As I Look Back,
Irrespective- At Those Good, Bad & Ugly God Laid Tracks,
While Trudging Those Roads ---Few Experiences Made Me Feel I Was So Stuck In A Trap,
I Now Become Aware By Surmounting Them I Was Only Adding Feathers To My Cap!!!

My Eyes Will Miss- Some Faces & Some Beautiful Sights,
Being Right Around The Corner-They Always Made Me Feel So Right!

With A New Beginning -I Will Now Stride On A New Road,
Gradually-The Writings On My Fate’s Slat I Shall Decode,
The Rules Of Life Shall Not Change,
But People, Places & The Experiences Will Be Of New Range!

I Once Believed In The Idea To Inhabit, Perhaps I Still Do,
But Isn’t It Being Rigid, Sticking To One Place Like A Glue?
I  Now Wish I Can Move On- From People & From Places- Intermittently,
The Ones I Will Leave Behind Will Be Missed & Remembered Fondly,
But This One Good Way To Live Life …That I So Wish To Explore,
A Life Rich In Goodness & Fraught With Experiences Galore!!

Taking The Rough With The Smooth, Many Encounters I Want To Strive,
Oh Lord Bless Me, In One Lifetime With The Experiences Of 100 Lives!

Neel & Ksha’s Bye………

Monday, 26 March 2012

I Dare To Write Against Anna On Dotted Lines.........

What A Juxtapose? As The Old Man Apes Gandhi, We Hear/See Breaking News On Bribe Being Offered To A Senior Army Chief On Our LED Screens.  I Wonder! Is This A Man Made Gimmick- To Stir Up The Fatigued Anti- Corruption Movement Or A Work Of God. Innuendo To ‘Today’s Gandhi’ “Kindly Rethink Your Strategy, It Is Not Working”. The Hungry Old Man Indeed Has A Noble Thought; He Has The Means Too To Awake India’s ‘Aam Aadmi’ Through Renunciation(An Element Consciously Or Subconsciously Imbibed From Our Father Of Nation To Get Mass Support-Never Fails With Us Indians). But With Due Respect To His Strength & Stamina & Most Importantly The Righteous Thought; I & Many Of His Supporters Are Now Feeling The Vagueness Of His Drive. He Is On A Chimerical Vision Through An Even More Obscure Mission. The Cardinal Rule Of Goal Setting Is, That The Goal Per Se Should Be Quantifiable. If It Is Not; It Is Merely A Desire. Rhonda Byre’s Secret Will Also Not Work Here, How Can One Visualize A Corruption Free India? In A Country Like India, Where Lopsidedness Is Rampant …..You Mend A Stitch & Another One Breaks. A Country That Shines In The Corruption Index Of The World. He Wishes To Curb The Menace Through A Piece Of Paper With Lot Of Things Written On It Besides Sporadically Staging An Unto Death Fast. He Needs To Realize One Thing That I Was Made To Realize By One Orator ( His Name I Forgot.) That We Indians Have One Very Unique Quality- Our USP Is ‘Jugad’. There’s Now An English Word For It ‘Indovation’ (It Will Soon Find It’s Way In Oxford & Cambridge). If We Want To Do Something; Irrespective Of It Being Difficult Or Impossible We Will Find A ‘Jugad’ To Do It. Nothing Is Sacrosanct For Us…..Absolutely Nothing. Having Said That, I Strongly Believe Vices Are Inevitable. Someone Has To Be Bad For Someone To Be Good. (God Forbid The Ratio Should Not Be Appalling) Rather Than Protesting In Various Forms To Correct Others We Must Bring A Change Within. It Is A Personal Pledge(Which Taken Collectively Will Create Strong Vibrations) & We Are Making A Road Show Out Of It.

It’s In Our Hand -After All, Government Is For The People, BY THE PEOPLE & Of The People.

If The Change Must Be Brought,
Let It Start With ‘The Man In The Mirror’.


I Want To Know What As Per You Is The Culture Of India? 
Wearing Colourful Clothes...Diwali, Holi All The Festivity, Respect For Elders, Parents.......

As Per Me We Have Not Been Very Careful In Picking Our Culture- Poverty, Chaos, Population Boom, No Sense Of Hygiene, Illiteracy, Gender Based Customs & Treatment,  This Is Our Real Culture. Every Nation Has It's Vices But The Problems We Have Are Intrinsic & Rudimentary For Living A Normal Life. These Problems Are Etched, Almost Difficult To Be Razed. Pick Up Any Hollywood Movie The Real India For Them Is Dirty India.....Poor India.

We All Love India And We Will Always Do............After All Home Is The Best Place To Be!!! It Is The Sense Of Belonging That Makes Us Love It....Miss It When We Are Away.

Just Like We Miss Our Simple Home Even Being In The Lap Of Luxury Of  A 5 Star Hotel.

“The D’s Of India i.e. Democracy, Diversity & Decentralization Will Always Ensure That The Reforms & Development In Our Country Remains Lopsided And Be Implemented Kilometer By Kilometer & Not As A National Wave. We Are A Peaceful Country In Every Sense. 

I Cant Guess What Could Be The History Of World........But Wondering What Could Possibly Be History Of India If HITLER Was Born In The Land Of Snake Charmers & Elephants!!! Among Many Other Things That Made Him The Infamous 'HITLER' Which Includes Water Shy Nature Of The Jews.....He Believed a) Parliament( Collective Responsibility) Is An Institution Filled By Cowardice & Ignorance. b) Press/Trade
 Unions Are Nothing But Propoganda For Political Education Rather Than Focusing On Amelioration Of Society.c) Human Rights Are Above The RIghts Of The State & Politicians(Dubiour Talkers) Didnot Have The Clear Concept Of Importance Of The Social Problem. d) Introduction/Allowing Foreign Religion In Your Land Degenerates Your Nation.


Super Power? Heavy Dose, It Took Me Months & A Break From The Book Per Se To Finish It! All The GDP Spend Talk, The Highway Projects, Health, Education, Infrastructure Development………Phew!! In A Layman’s Language “The D’s Of India i.e. Democracy, Diversity & Decentralization Will Always Ensure That The Reforms & Development In Our Country Remains Lopsided. As Far As China Is Concerned, It Is Coercive & Is On A Hurried Mission. The Development Is At The Expense Of Its Own People Seemingly To Impress America & To Beat Down India. I Mean...... They Started This Hare & Tortoise Race. India By & Large Is A Country That Believes In Peace In Every Which Way!"

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Life Gives SIGNS!!

Not All Desires Are Right!
Some Are Like Forbidden Fruit.
Somewhere Deep Down Your Burning Temptation You Know That It Is True.
For Such Things In Life, It Is Apt Not To Make Them Happen But Let Them Happen.
Cause Chasing Them Is Like Chasing A Chimera!
Even If You Get Hold Of This Desire, Life Will One Day Put You Back In Place With A Smirk, “See, I Told You”!

If You Put Your Life Under Microscope You Will Realize,
Life Gives SIGNS!!
The Entire Universe Conspires & Collaborates………….
Something Around… It Could Be A Stranger Or A Situation. It Could Be Anything. That Leads You To The Best Things In Your Life Or Signals You To Stop From The Worst That Could Occur!

Yes, Life Gives Signs,
We Must Only Learn To Understand Them, Believe Them & Pursue Them!

Friday, 16 March 2012

Morning Walk In The Garden!

Morning Walk In The Garden!

People Who Don’t Walk In Open; Early In The Morning Are Missing The Nature In Its Best Form. The Air Is Fresh & You Can Very Much Feel The Oxygen Hitting Your Lungs.

                         I Now Walk In Ahmedabad’s Municipal Garden Located Right In front Of My Home Instead Of My Pune Apartment’s Club House. The Jogging Track Is Prepared With Red Soil & You Get To Walk Under The Canopy Of ‘Asopalav Trees.’ It Is Like Two Way Traffic On A One Way Road. With Wires Hanging From My Ears I Can Either See The Face Of The One’s Passing By, Or Check The Base Of One’s Ahead Of Me. Faces Are Fine, But The Behinds Are Apparently Very Interesting. Cute, Fat, Huge, Ugly, Constipated, Tired, Arrogant, Bulging, Is It There….Non-Existent? And The Faces-------Fresh, Enthused, ‘I Have To Reduce No Matter What’, ‘It’s So Early’, ‘Can I Go Back To Sleep’,’ Dead Eyes Open’  ‘I Don’t Know Why I Am Walking’ Types.

Among The Morning Rush I Found Only One Pretty Girl & One Hunk. The Beauty Was A Complete ‘Adidas/Nike’ Style Statement’ & The Hunk Was Jogging. I Got Inspired. People Who Take Pride In Walking Must Try Jogging. Go Run & Feel The Panting, The Coughing, The Spinning Of Head & The Vibrations In Your Body Long After You Are Done.  I Am Not Too Sure How Much Change Walk Brings To Your Body Mass Since The Exercise Is Almost Intangible. But With Jogging-You Feel The Instant Change- The Chemical Reaction In Your Body.

On The Track As I Try Hard To Race With Self & Try To Keep My Pace, I Get Slowed Down Or Abruptly Halted. Thanks To Gang Of Women Walking Or Should I Say Dragging Themselves Together. First Of All I Don’t Understand, How Can You Go For A Walk With A Company, It Is Such A Pensive Exercise. This Is The Time Of The Day When Your Mind Is Alert, Optimistic & Gay & Then You Hear These Women Discussing Creams, In-laws & Daily Soaps. So I Doubly Ensure I Carry My FM Phone.

But Listening To FM Radio In The Morning Is Also Quite Comical. Those Guys Sitting In The Studio I Say They Need To Be Educated. Early In The Morning To Enable The Listeners In Getting Ready For The Challenging Day Ahead They Play, “Zindagi Ne Zindagi Bhar Gam Diye”. This Is So Out Of Context. What Do They Expect Me To Do, Undo The Perky-Ness & Think About My Past & Pains. You Change The Channel & The Scenario Is No Different, Love Songs Of All Genre.

I Love You Song,
The Break-Up Song,
Love Side-Effect Song,
Love Is Bad Song,
What Is Love Song,
Love Love Love Song……………….

Someone Ought To Tell FM That They Need To Reckon This Fact, “ At-least In India The Mushy Scene Is Generally After The Dark & Not In The Early Hours. In The Morning We Need Chuk-De Songs”
As I Am Advising This To FM In My Mind……… The ‘Gam Song Is Over. I Am Back From My Painful Past. Thank God! Here Comes Another,

“ Noore Khuda, Tu Kahan Chupa Hai Hume Yeh Bataaa……………” (OK! I Love This Song So I Will Forgive Them)  But FM What Do You Want Me To Do……….. Stop & Meditate Or Do You Want Me To Stand In Silence To Pay Homage To The Song Writer & The Music Director For This Wonderful Composition.

30 Minutes Are Up! So Is My Patience………………….I Cant Take Chance With The Next Number! I Better Learn The Song Downloading On My BB. Any Teachers Please???

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Is Good Becoming Bad & Bad Becoming Good!

It Is Difficult To Pick An Adjective For A Person Who Is Truthful & Trusting.
Which Word Suits His Persona?
Honest Or Stupid For Being Candid, Foolish Or Innocent For Being Gullible?

Which Expression Suits His Behavior Best?
Does This Person Allow Himself Or Herself To Be Taken For Granted Or Believes Infallibly In The Milk Of Human Kindness!

And  What Word Would You Put To Use To Describe The Person Who Takes Advantage Of Being Trusted?
Smart Or Insensitive!

Are Times Changing?
Is Good Becoming Bad & Bad Becoming Good!

We Are Thereby, Making Our Own Race Redundant.

While Travelling In Train You Realize That It Is Not Only The Animals That Reproduce In Dozen, We Indians Too. Fortunately For The Animals They Are Lower In Food Chain & Their Life Expectancy Is Very Low. But We…We Are Otherwise. Nevertheless We Are Multiplying As If There Is No Tomorrow.

We Are Thereby, Making Our Own Race Redundant.

If You Ponder Over, It Would Leave You With A Dichotomy In Your Mind On Whom To Blame,

Government For Not Providing Us With Enough,
Or We…For Reproducing More Than Enough!

Monday, 5 March 2012


The Connotation Of ‘Maturity’ Signifies The Status Of A Person’s Mind; However In Our Everyday Life When It Comes To First Impressions & A Casual Acquaintance Maturity Is Gauged More So From The Person’s Appearance. As If Ripeness In Body Will Send It’s Ripples On The Mind Too. A Full-Grown (Not To Be Read As FAT) He/She Will Any Day Look More Influential & Invite More Respect.

So All You Men Out There Flaunt Your Tummies, Your Moustache, Your Grey Hair………..If Your Are Bald That’s Even Better.
And Women, Forget Size Zero, Put On SOME Flab, Beautify Yourself With A Saree If Not Do Drape A Dupatta, Don’t Let Your Hair Loose-Tie Them……& Last But Not Least Don’t Be A Woman-Don’t Giggle!

To Top Up The Above, Be Slow………Talk Slow, Walk Slow!
Every Action Small Or Big Must Be Preceded By Meditative Mulling.

All These Are Ostensibly Signs Of Prosperity & Endurance, A Life Rich In Experience.

Just Do It.............

The Time Taken To Do A Thing Is Nothing Compared To The Time We Take To Think About Doing It.
On Completion Of The Task We Realize That Our Mind Had Grossly Exaggerated The Efforts & Underestimated Our Own Acumen.

Friday, 2 March 2012

The Thailand Experience.............

“She Put Her Left Leg On One Side & Right On The Other, Then She Smiled …………Just Like Monalisa. With A Twinkle In Her Blue-Green Eyes She Slowly Pushed Her Golden Locks That Were Barricading The Sight Of Her Beautiful Face, Letting Them Rest On Her Back. Frankly Speaking, She Looked Like  A Mermaid Captured From The Pattaya’s Sea. While Doing Her Sultry Moves She Leaned On My Side & I Couldn’t Help But Smell Her; She Smelled Like An Exotic Flower. She Continued Moving Her Hands Gracefully & Sometimes Arching Her Back, All This With A Dash Of Panache.

And I……………….I Giggled. I Behaved Like A Typical Indian Woman. Infact, I Giggled So Much That My Jaws Hurt. How Could I Do That? I Mean All Of Us Have Body………..But How Many Of Us Have That Kind Of OOOOMPH.
This Tall & Sleek Russian Beauty Was Dancing On The Silver Pole; With Her Loose …Long Golden Locks Wearing A Turquoise Dress & Sparkling Heels. I Said To Me, “This Babe Should Continue The Good Work. She Should Stick To This Job- Of Looking So Beautiful & Dancing Even More Gracefully. However, No One Should Touch Her.”
She Finished Her Dance On My Friend’s Lap.  Then She Approached Me (Me Still Giggling) To Experience Her Moves. I Frantically Denied, As If Some Pattayan Had Asked Me To Swallow A Fried Cockroach.  I Am Wondering What If I Had Said Yes To Her Offer. Of course I Would Have Continued Giggling. I Guess She Would Have Slapped Me. My Friend Still Taken Aback By Her Touch, Asked Me To Do The Least. Tip Her- You Know Where! With My Trembling Fingers I Reached Out To Her Or Maybe She Reached Out To Me. I Was In A Daze, I Don’t Remember. All I Remember Is I Managed To Touch Her ‘Touch Me Not Body’. I Felt Like My Touch Would Soil Her, Make Her Shrink Or Maybe Make Her Disappear Just Like A Mirage.
Her Touch Left Me Mesmerized As She Left To Bless The Fellow Customers.
And Now That I Am Back From Thai-Land & It’s Places Bang-kok & Pa-ttaya ( We Missed Phuk-et Thanks To  Inadequate & Brisk Planning)
I Regret Only One Thing, ‘ MY GIGGLING’
I Want To Go Back To The Walking Street,
I Want To Find Her,
I Want To Meet Her,
I Want To Tell Her, “Hey I Am Sorry”.
Sorry Is An Understatement, I Want To Apologize For My Disrespectful Behavior.

It Seems Like I Am Going In The Hangover Sequence, First Vegas Followed By Bangkok. I Was Introduced To This In Our Backyard Sin-City By One Of My Distributor Friend. I Was Told That This Place Is Cheap & Cheap With All It’s Value Added Services. I Was Intrigued As To Why The Reward For Good Work Was An All Expense-Paid Bangkok Trip. So Na├»ve I Was Not To Know The Significance Of Thailand.
To Me This Place Sounded More Like An Out Of The World Experience. A Place On Earth But Not On Earth. Leaving It Up To The Guest To Decide Whether It Is Heaven Or Hell.
The Cities In Thailand, They Never Sleeps, Some People Work In The Day & Many During The Night. As If Taking Turns To Keep The Tourist Entertained & Serviced All The Time. Bangkok Is A Place To Party. It’s More Or Less Like Mumbai- A Concrete Jungle, Pattaya …Per Se Is A Life Time Experience. Anybody & Everybody Would Be Left Flabbergasted This Way Or That Way For Sure. The Smell Of Sea Animals, Rice & Fish Is Ubiquitous. But There Is No Dearth Of Indian Restaurants Serving Authentic Indian Food Which Tastes Even Better On The Foreign Soil. I Hardly Registered Any ‘Thai Or Whatever’ Restaurants. Except Those On The Street Run By Hawkers. The Localities I Tell You They Eat All The Time. With The Right Amount Of Flesh That They Carry On Their Body It Seems They Religiously Follow The Multiple Meal Metabolism Sermons. & They Consume Lot Of Fruits, Perhaps Because There Are Hawkers Selling Hygienic Sliced Variety Of Fruits At Every Nook & Corner-It’s Ready Made .
The Person Crossing The Streets Here Is Like A Lion, When He Walks The Traffic Stops Without The Honking Fuss. God Forbid If We Tried Doing The Same In India Some ‘Mane’ Will Mow Us Down Is Few Minutes. More People Prefer Walking To Using Any Form Of Automobile Hence The Precedence (I Guess). If You’re A Girl And Planning  A Trip There( Inspired By My Pictures & Blog) Please Keep My Aforementioned Inference In Mind. The Difference Between A Girl Who Is That & A Girl Who Is Not That Lies In What Footwear She Is Wearing. The Former Wears High Heels…& The Latter Wears Slippers, Basically Something Flat. Otherwise Every Woman Is In Hot-Pants & Is Suspected ‘That’.
There Is One Interesting Observation I Made. Single Old Firangs- As In One Who Flew Alone-Without A Partner Or Friends To Accompany, With ‘Buddha Hoga Tera Baap Attitude.’ Each Was With An Escort Almost Of His Daughter’s Age. This Sad Sight Amused Me Actually – The Man With Grey Hair/Or No Hair, Sagging Flesh, Wrinkles All Over &  A Limping Leg Walking Hand In Hand With The Giggling Girl. Talking Merrily As If They Have Known Each Other For Years And Are Now Culminating There Companionship In Honeymoon.
It Was A Nasty Sight. And It Was Galore.
Two Unlikely People Together On A Deal-Date(A Pre-Paid Date), Walking On The Beach Holding Each Other’s Hand As If They Wouldn’t  Leave Each Other For Eternity.
Giving Me A Point To Ponder. In This Fast Paced, High Expectation World Where People Are Becoming More & More Self Centered If Not Selfish. Time Has Come When Care, Attention, Love, Pampering & Companionship Has To Be Bought. Its Short Lived Just Like Holding The Sand In Your Fist.
The Sea Of Pattaya Is Very Unlikely Of The City. It’s Not Naughty. It’s Like God’s Swimming Pool  With White Sand. And On This Beautiful, Spotless Beach Of Coral Island It Is Not That Hard To Spot Indian Men & Women. Barring Very Few, You Would See Our Men With Unshaven Chest, Brown In Colour Square Lux Underwear & Last But Not Least Someone Secretly Filming The Beautiful Blondes Tanning Topless On The Beach. Our Women In Heena & ‘Shaadi Ka Chooda’.  Obviously A Man Would Accompany His Wife To Pattaya/Bangkok Only On His Honeymoon, Otherwise No Chance. I Mean No One Carries Lunch Box To A Restaurant. And We, The Indian Women Clad Almost Completely Due To The Fear Of Our Culture & Getting Tanned. The Coral Island Apparently For All Practical Reasons Is A Beach Where Only Bikini Works & Befits. We Look Totally Out Of Place & Antique.

The Walking Street- Is Symbolic To Extreme Fun Or Someone May Find Ultimate Pleasure A More Appropriate Description. It’s A Guy-Thing. A Street Fraught With Men, Women And Those In-Between, The He-She’s. There Were Children Too. This Street Is Crazy & Abuzz Like No Other Place On The Face Of The Earth. Everyone Around, Happy & Gay, And Few Agape Like Me,
“What In The World? A Slideshow Of Fun Filled & Never Seen Before Homosapiens One After Other.”
Every Person Walking On The Street Or The Beach Looks Lost In His Own World, Oblivion To The Existence Of Things Around. He/She Appears To Be In Love With Himself/Herself, “ I Love Life; I Love Me.” I Don’t Know What Osmosis Happens On Thailand. I Am Not Too Sure Whether People Get Absorbed In This Fake Entertainment Or They Reveal/Become Their True Self. Whatever It Is! It Is Worth It; Irrespective Of Whether You Get Yourself Dirty Or Not.

It’s Commendable To Attract People From All Walks Of Life And Every Corner Of The World To This Tiny Spot On Globe. As You Leave This Place, Though You May Have Shrugged & Giggled Looking At Those Girls & Silently Felt Sorry For Them, But In The End You Are Left With A Sense Of Appreciation. Their Diligence, Spirit & Professionalism Is Second To None.
So Go Take A Break, The Pattaya Way!!


After A While Marriage Becomes An Act Of 'Only Giving'. One Person Gives & Another Takes. The Beauty Of This Institution Is The Taker Strongly Feels Otherwise.

Love Will Happen To Us All. But It Will Always Happen With The Wrong Person.

Love Will Happen To Us All. But It Will Always Happen With The Wrong Person.
Some Will Get The One They Love & Some Won’t.
The Unlucky Ones Will Sigh But Those Lucky-In-Love Will Sooner Or Later Realize That This Thing About Love Still Holds True.