Demise of separation

Dedicated to my wishful thinking....


In the middle of the night....
Beneath the starlit sky,
as she walks... looking at clouds passing by...
Her silk stole, is fluttering and her fragrance mingling in the space...
strands of hair drooping on her nape and she is walking with grace...
On the cliffs He is standing, waiting for her...
Looking at waves and listening to wind's soft murmur..
In one hand boom box and holding scarlet rose in other...
Like a rigid sculpture, standing still altogether..
As she reaches her destination and looks at him
His silhouette is beaming, and everything is grim..
She walks towards him...with quick strides
stressing to cease the distance, as them it divides
as soon as he smells her in the air and turns around
watching her pacing through ruff track..makes him spell bound
Insane urge in his heart, makes his heart sway...
promptly he walks to her, to meet her halfway
she looks at him, looking at her
in ruffled loose shirt and sea water droplets all over
wind is in his hair and smile on his face
his eyes are glinting with mischievous gaze.
he presents her the rose and holds her hand
and he puts on the music as he planned...
a tear trickles down from her eyes..
but her smiling lips are enchanting surprise
he takes her in his embrace...never to let her go..
they belong to each other...what if others say no...
she smiles into his eyes and he into her..
Just happiness ...from now..as they will live together
she clenches his hand and moves toward the peak...
he follows her silently..as there is no need to speak..
for a second they look at each other...as being on cloud nine..
knowing from tomorrow....everything will be fine.
Holding each other...they plunge into the heart of the ocean
and it takes them in... with simple harmonic motion...
the music goes on but there is hush all around
and on one rock ...a shattered rose is found....
mortals cry on earth but angels in the heaven smile
they lived for nothing...but died worthwhile...
YES!! now and forever..they will live with each other...
what if...life separated them but death wedded them together...

I grew up in Kolshet...its beautiful...and its homely...I dedicate my words To Kolshet...Where I dwell... and where my heart will be...when I move on...








The soft light of the setting sun
The zephyr kissing her cilium
And banished beggar singing hymn
She seeks solitude in sudden whim…
The citrus sky and gelid feel..
Rustling tree-tops and bang tails winging with zeal
Streetlights glint and moonlight tumbles
Oh! My dwelling is so entrancing; she gushes, and she mumbles

She walks towards the shore, reckoning her strides
Silence, solitude In her soul collides
Barefooted she treads on silky sand
Gazing waves, dashing on rocky land….
Her thoughts are enchanted...and her pace stumbles
Stunning panorama!! captivating my sight; she gushes, and she mumbles...

she looks at the sky, which is turning dark
and arriving moon with illuminating spark
embellishment of stars on celestial sphere
menacing shadow abruptly disappear...
She feels still, quite and solitary...although her heartbeat fumbles
Yes !!Heaven is just here!! she gushes, and she mumbles...

I am gracious

To, Didi and Jiju...and Nair Family..


I am gracious, to U wid all my heart
U made me what I am now...made me stand apart
U taught me to love and be kind..
when I was spoilt child and out of mind
Thanks for giving me home and the warmth I needed
all the hatred and lonliness from my heart it weeded...
U are my angel and my good friend
wid your love..YOU helped my broken heart to mend...


Sometimes I wonder, how U became part of life?
Its funny u became my friend..just like Ur dearest wife..
I feel that I know U for years...like an old friend
sometimes I feel U are also godsend...
Thank you...for coming to the life of didi's and mine
U are wonderful father and wid U everything will be fine....


I thank you all, treating me as one of you
for giving me time and ears and smile too
I treasure the time I shared wid you all
wid elders and new members who are still small..
so many.. kind poeple live under one roof..
here lives, humanity...and I am the proof


To word my gratitude...I don't have enough words or space
Oh! guys you all rock...For U all there is no replace...

I gave You Love

To.....(Not my friend anymore)..and people who lie to me...

Sometimes, I wonder..what A big fool I am
That I gave you My love
But, then...I thought U were my friend...
u breached my trust, and broke my heart..
and because of you , my world , and I fell apart


I always thought, U cared for me..But I was wrong
I dont believe...How? I was in delusion for so long...
U were My friend...thats what u said
all those lies of u are still in my head..
But, now I hate Myself...that I trusted you
u were born manipulative and will die too..


I don't want to waste my words much
but I need to let go what I seems to clutch..
the anger.. hatred..for you
hating u makes me think of U
So..I want to be indifferent to you..
I want you out my mind
coz..this is the only way I find..
with my words... I forgive you...to forget you
but...I hope in futrue I will not see you..

I am part of "YOU"

From now I will Dedicate my Poems to People who made my life special by more than "Just Being there" So, I dedicate this poem to, Ganpati bappa, thy part I am....









“YOU” are the one whom I trust the most
I am speaking ... my heart...coz there is no need to boast
About what we share and how we are
“YOU” are in my heart... “YOU” can't be afar...
“YOU” are there for me...whenever I need “YOU”...
Because “YOU” are the whole and I am the precious part of “YOU”...
In me… “YOU” are the hope, when I close my eyes and pray
In me… “YOU” are the smile that makes someone… happy everyday..
In me… “YOU” are the Love which helps me to endure pain
In me…"YOU” are the strength which helps me to live sane…
“YOU” can hold me and scold me for wrong I do
But When I am right...and want to fight... “YOU” are there for me too
“YOU” can give me everything… but hardly “YOU” take
But whenever I am wrong….then “YOU” point out my mistake…
I wonder sometimes, that "YOU" are divine and almighty..
but For me "YOU" are My Friend not merely a deity..
"YOU" laugh with me when I am happy...
"YOU" put up with my anger, when I am snappy
"YOU" meet me as friend , when I need a cheering soul..
"YOU" give out love, which makes me whole...
The Day, I took birth on this Earth..
"YOU" being there with me, made my living worth...
Today, when I am capable to take care of me...
I know..no one can give me care and love as thee...
So, u my lovely confidant...
I hope our bonding should live forever..that's what I want...
So, be there If I tremble on life's, difficult way..
I need your hand and that is what I pray....

I Wish.....

I wish it would go away...the rage inside me....
I am annoyed with my own anger..... and what it makes me...
I feel edgy, I feel mad...I feel alone and I feel sad.....
It makes me so dangerous and vulnrable...
I know, when I am furious I am not at all stable...
I say, bad words and many times I scream
Once I am furious I can go to any extreme
It's my temper, I can't control....
Although, I try with all my heart and soul


but still I know,
I am not bad, cruel or rude
when I am angery it makes me just crude..
I can't control mine heated feelings
may be I am very sloppy with emotional dealings....
I want to control these strong emotions I feel
But binding fury is very hard to deal


It makes me feeble and weak
It makes me beast as they all speak
I live on an edge...from where I will fall anytime
Is getting angry is really a crime?
Its just emotion I feel...When I am threatend by some
It just, just expression, still I can't overcome
But, when I supress my anger.....
then, living volcano inside me.... i hold
boiling with anger and ready to explode...


Oh! I know when I am angry everyone hates me
I know what they feel..I can see..
They think I am inhuman...may be a devil
Does anyone with intense emotion can be civil?

Escape...

I am longing to esacape from the life I live
so, I sleep and dream about..the life I want to live...
without any thought I plunge into my subconscious
and shut.. the door... to the whole world of realities...to just outlive...
so, I sleep and dream about..the life I want to live...





In the sphere of my subconscious
I am the swayer
I am the creater, protector and destroyer...
Here..Everybody obeys me ..dances on my tunes
I am the taskmaster and others are goons..
I am not harsh...till respect I recieve
so, I sleep and dream about..the life I want to live...



I can swim in the river, and breath virgin breeze
I can trail on the mountain, and walk barefeet
I can sleep in the peace, and wake up a new
I can dance in the rain and catch all the drops of dew
So... beautiful my fanatasy is , so, hard to believe
so, I sleep and dream about..the life I want to live...



Here no one can make me cry, or make me small..
I am always smiling and standing above all..
no one to judge me no one to pass comment
I am certain to me everyone is benevolent...
no one to caste me off...no one to cage
so, I live here without fear and rage...
I have learned here to give and Forgive...
so, I sleep and dream about..the life I want to live...


But, Then....
When Sometime I wake up to reality
And I realise that I am living life as if it is just a formality..
No..Its not fault of real and reality
I have woven the fake world..and its a kind of abonormality...
I want to esacap and deny my actual world and where I belong...
I want to elude the the truth...and that's what is wrong...
Though...I know its Superficial what I percieve
But, still " I sleep and dream about..the life I want to live"

stirred and terrified.....

now there is whirlwind in my conscience
those departed sweet and sour memories
are returning... Just like.... life is coming to full circle
I am scared and standing with my all defences....to rebuff those adversaries
who made me feeble in the past...I was broken...
feelings were dead inside me....
I tried to gather pieces of my heart...though it was futile...
Everything was lost....
but still I live with those pitiful moments...
In my heart ...sealed and unspoken...
though once they made me soar in firmament...
and with my next breath I came down on earth...wounded
Just like the bird who's wings are slashed...but still alive
... Empty.. soundless.... and hollow...
I was dead inside..though breathing...and living in torment..
Days were lonely and nights were haunting...
as if I was lost in the dark forest of sorrows....disoriented
afraid of sunshine...as if it will consume me ...
hiding in the closet...as if the stares of people were too intimidating....
I was paranoid .....
but, then time heals all....
like Phoenix .. I took birth from ashes of my past.....
Buried all the feelings...and that consuming pain behind
Mended my broken heart.... with a fence of a secure wall...
and now..everything is coming back with U ...
what I left behind...what I couldn't end...
what I couldn't ignore...what I still feel
those all retentions erupting me and cutting me through..
I thought the wall was potent..U will not get through
But it was crushed with your one glance...
The wall is broken now...and U already pried in...
Now I am not able to snub U....
So, I am wound up....How I will face you?? stirred and terrified.....

I love you...

I thought U have already forgotten me...but I was wrong...
now...I know... I am there in ur heart.... all along....

But...always....
I thought you were not mine.....to me..... u didn't belong
I thought that we were incompatible.... we can't get along..
I thought you detested me.... for some reasons...might be very strong...
I was in illusion.....Why? for so long...

and....then....for while...
I thought I will move on... swallow what I feel..
I will lock my lips and my heart i will seal..
I will seek solitude...ampuated by my sense..
I will cage my spirit and constrain it with solid fences...

but...when u sang...that song yesterday
It made me realised what it had to say....
You vocalised my words in most precise way...
That forgotten melody.......made my heart sway....

Now...that..I know...
What I thought was wrong...
You never forgotten me nor my song....
So, now..I want to dedicate these words to you...
And this is my way to say "I love You"....

Picking Roses for life time...

Start picking up roses for life...to fill your heart with absolute delight....
Though they come with the hurting thorns ....but sometimes that little pain is alright....
They are just like our life....filled with moments of felicity and distress...
Petals are so soft could soothe the stress but thorns could make life a mess...

But...then its beauty which is everlasting..
And the fragrance which will captivate a heart..
Touch of petal is like a subdued Velvet
and the standing rose which is objet d'art...

A Rose...blooming with the first light
So, enchanting and beyond ordinary understanding
Like happiness is just as spellbound
U forget misery and sorrow...
You live life in merry as if there is no tomorrow...

So, quash all the thorns and pick up the roses....
So what? for moment gaiety it possess......

Not ethnocentric....

Before I was born... I had no identity
Just a cell in the womb of my mother...with unconditional serenity
I was born with thousand tags.. like caste, culture and creed
I did not choose any of them....and there was no need..

Today After several years...I am learning, for me what they mean...
It's gift of my forefathers...which I had not seen....
Now..It's my duty to protect and preserve their gift
It should neither fade nor it should drift...


I would never abuse anyone for their culture, caste and creed..
I would rather judge each man only on his deed..
I would never ruin others ...when I protect what's mine
If We respect each other..with me thats fine...

But If u try to bully or abuse me or my language or what I am..
I would do the same...cause then I will not give a damn
I will penalize you..no matter who you are
everthing is fair in the Love and the war...

That's why....I call myself warrior.....though you may call me Ethnocentric..
I am bound to protect what is mine....and that is what I seek...

Mirror Image

Yes ! I have personality that splits now and then
It's difficult to find which is me? again and again
who am I ?some times i wonder.....
A rebel inside and outside, A submissive blunder...

They say I have a very expressive face...anyone can read my eyes and tell, what my thoughts embrace...
But they don't know She can pretend so well... My eyes will reveal only what She wants to tell...
But that's not me... playing hide and seek...Its some one else who makes me freak...

She likes extremes and I like balance...
She likes noise and I like silence...
she likes pride and I like humility..
She likes to wander and I like stability

we live within one body... with one mind and with one heart
we are one but so much apart
she hates me when I surrender myself...
she shakes me up and assert herself..

I get irritated when she hurts someone...
why should I justify what she has done?
no matter what........... She is me and I am her
If one of us fade our image will blur....

I know in my heart...she wants to protect me
but she should realise ...now she should set me free..
I want to be alone I want to be "Me"

Abstract....

U took away the anguish from my heart and made me glad...
when u came down drizzling on the dry land..
wid enchanting colours u painted my spirt...
and now its soaring high.....
The driblets of water on my window like silver ivories
U weaved them in my thoughts and they will glitter someday in my words
I can see them shining and touching the hearts of mortals one day
with the purity of raindrops and touch of thunder
you unwound my psyche and whisked my fears
now i m in tranquil...
to drag words from my mentations and spill them on cellulose pulp...

Chetan bhagat's speech@Symboisys pune-Excellent !!!

---Here is what he has to say
"Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated. The first day in college is one of them. When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be curious about.I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way, how to be happy most, if not all the time.Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party -several months in advance - just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the sparkfades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected,aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs the secondhalf? That is what happens when the spark is lost. So how to save the spark?Imagine the spark to be a lamp's flame. The first aspect is nurturing -togive your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms.To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn't any external measure - a certain cost to company paypackage, a particular car or house.Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement. But it isn't the purpose of life. If that was the case,Mr.Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won't be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive. Just getting better from current levels feels good. If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort to interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get better.You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature's design. Are you? Goals will help you do that. I must add, don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup.There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.You must have read some quotes - Life is a tough race, it is a marathonor whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same withlife, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously.One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism.If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live?Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.I've told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don't go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger.What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades - how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you.But it's life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that's where you want to be.Disappointment' s cousin is frustration, the second storm. Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve,sometimes things take so long that you don't know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me five years to get close to a release. Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person.How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved -movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly,seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result -atleast I was learning how to write scripts, having a side plan - I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life - friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.Unfairness - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces,pedigree find it easier to make it - not just in Bollywood, buteverywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you.Infact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian standards. Let's be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don't.I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don't get literary praise. It's ok. I don't look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It's ok. Don't let unfairness kill your spark.Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is isolation. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique.What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. . And you may drop some of them.Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and thenothers.There you go. I've told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment,frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.I welcome you again to the most wonderful years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college.But I also hope that ten years later as well, your eyes will shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you,but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it nowmorethan any moment in history. And there is something cool about saying -I come from the land of a billion sparks.
Thank You.Chetan Bhagat

Just 1 plea..

Look into my eyes and then U will know...
how much I love U... they will show...
I cant get the words to tell U what i feel
but lot's and lot's of love for U ....my heart silently conceal...
In front of you.... i can't speak... i don't know why?
May be my feelings are scared and my lips are shy..
But my eyes always try to express.. my love for U...
please learn the language of eyes ...So i can speak to you..

they will tell U... that U dwell within me...
when i close my eyes... You are the only one i see..
they always wish that ur eyes will talk with them...
not only my eyes but i also wish the same...
my eyes want to convey... my feelings are true...
please learn the language of eyes ...So i can speak to you..
when u will learn the language of my eyes
U will know how much I talk... and U will be surprised...
the faster u'll learn... the better for me and U
please learn the language of eyes ...So i can speak to you..

तू....

आता तू जवळ हवा होतास मी पावसात भिजताना....
किती मजा आली असती सरीवर सरी झेलताना....
छोटे छोटे थेंब मी हातामध्ये साठवून तुझ्यावर फेकले असते..
तुझा हात हातात घेऊन चक्क पावसात नाचले असते..
तुझ्या बाइकवर् बसून आपण दूरवर हिंडलो असतो...
टोचणार्‍या पावसातही आपण मनसोक्त रमलो असतो ...
आता तू हवा होतास मस्त आल्याचा चहा पिताना,
किती मजा आली असती सरीवर सरी झेलताना....

किनार्‍यावर दूरवर आपण चालत गेलो असतो...
मग कुठल्यातरी खडकावर क्षणभर निवांत बसलो असतो...
येणार्‍या त्या लाटांना पाहून काही क्षण घाबरलो असतो..
मग एकमेकांना घट्ट पकडून लाटनाच पाहत बसलो असतो..
आता तू हवा होतास अफाट सागराला पाहाताना,
किती मजा आली असती सरीवर सरी झेलताना....

मोठा पाउस आला की धावत झाडाखाली गेलो असतो...
हिरव्या पानाच्या छत्रीखाली आसार्‍यासाठी थांबलो असतो..
एकमेकांच्या सहवासात आपण सगळ्यानाच विसरलो असतो..
मग घरी जाताना दोघही रुसून शांत झालो असतो...
आता तू हवा होतास मे एकटीच चालताना,
किती मजा आली असती तुझ्या बरोबर चालताना...

ME, A MAn and Her

Is Life is all about... just closing ur eyes when u don't want see something or everything ???
Many times in our lives we have to see and witness so many incidents where we experience helplessness, hatred, flare, sorrow, agony.... In such times, mostly we close our eyes and pretend that nothing unusual is happening around us.. But closing our eyes does not solves the problem... actually problem remains there and we AVOID it... why do we do that?? Coz we don’t care? or WE are not responsible? or we are Scared?? ........ yes May be that’s the answer.. we are scared........
It was Saturday... I was going home from Ghatkoper... I was late...Ghatkoper is little creepy when u are alone you feel more threatened.. its quite shabby and stuffy...near station the red light area is more dingy.. while walking u can see the prostitutes waiting for their customers, those shabby huts with that dark yellow coloured bulbs.. smell of cigarettes in the air, some bojhpuri songs and visual torture of bright colours and panipuri thelas.. so many confusing lanes and vehicles trying to cut the traffic.. a complete chaos... I looked at watch...9.15 ..shit I am late I thought.. called up my mom and I was talking with her.... and then I heard a big sound and scream.. and noise…. said bye to mom and turned back...I saw so many people were gathered just behind me....as I am curious person.. I went to see what happened... but before that, actually I guessed ""it was an accident"" as usual... I peeped in and I saw blood everywhere.. and for the first time in my whole day and I felt that much desired chilling silence which was unbearable right now ..... me and other onlookers were just looking... everybody was stunned and scared... vehicle was smashed by truck.. disfigured...and people were looking at the guy in that rick he was alive but his world was shattered.. I felt was able hear his little breathing or I was delusional ….. I don’t know....suddenly one guy came and removed  him from the battered ric just as we remove anything from the box ..I looked at him and felt more sick , he was wearing shabby shirt and half pant. his mouth was red as if he was eating paan and he was very thin and black .his white hair were giving him haunted look….but his energy was tremendous
ahhh... the rickshawala was wrapped in blood coat... his face was half covered with bruises and dark blackish marks ... his arm was broken... that man in shabby shirt screamed... he tried to pull him up but it was not possible as his one leg was stuck... nobody was helping him and after 10 min he pulled him out.. some lady told somebody called for an ambulance.. the man in shabby shirt shouted that he needs big cloth to tie rickshawala's hand... he screamed again and suddenly I realized that ... nobody was there ....me two ladies and five guys... suddenly everybody disappeared…. specially that lady who was giving instruction for calling help before..... I was there without doing anything... and that other female besides me removed her dupatta and gave to him... I saw him looking at her after removing her dupatta and she smiled and I realized who she was…. she was wearing blue ghagra and golden choli, painted her lips with dark red lipstick, gajra in her hair, rainbow coloured bangels in hand, nails painted in pink colour... but that time for me and that man with broken arm, she was an Angel....and others who left were humans like me.....she looked at me and told "AE bai ja tu yhanse ye to roz ka hai.."... suddenly she made me realised that .... and the I  felt sick and tired.. I turned back and closed my eyes for while and started walking...at one bend I looked back and saw that man and the bloodstained man was sitting.. There was no sign of ambulance...that female was smoking cigarette.. Some people were just giving a look at them and passing by..others were avoiding it...... and I left..  In the train I closed my eyes and diverted my thoughts to something else...Why?? WHY??... Till today when I go to Ghatkoper I can see them sitting on that same footpath for an ambulance.... I closed my eyes every time but they are there in my mind...till today..
Yesterday I went to Ghatkoper.. It was Saturday...

अस वाटत कधीतरी....

अस वाटत कधीतरी....
पावसाचे थेंब व्हावे
त्याच्या अंगावर पडून
त्याला चिंब करावे...
अस वाटत कधीतरी....
सूर्याचे किरण व्हावे
सकाळी सकाळी माझ्या स्पर्शानी
त्याला हळूच जागे करावे ....
अस वाटत कधीतरी....
वार्‍यात सामील व्हावे
आणि हळूच झुळकेबरोबर
त्याला जाऊन बिलगावे....
अस वाटत कधीतरी....
त्याच्याच रुमाल व्हावे
त्याच्याच हातानी त्याला स्पर्शून जावे....

Ganesha---The Omnipotent

U r the light that shines everyday

U r the breeze that makes everything sway...

U r the fragrance in the thousand flowers

U r the twinkle in the uncountable stars...

U r the timeless sky ,U r the endless ocean

U r the monsoon wind, which creates magical sensation...

U r the soul that takes birth on earth

U r the mind that makes our life worth...

U r the blood which flows in the vein

U r the thoughts which occupies the brain...

U r in kindness, U r in tolerance

U r in charity, which creates pinnacle of reverence...

U r the courage that makes soilders survive

U r the faith that keeps humanity alive...
U r the truth that gives justice to the seeker

U r the strength that gives hope to the weaker...

U r almighty, U r everywhere
U dwell in my heart and forever U will stay there...

Story that changed my life....

To all who think they are short tempered plz read the story

NAIL IN THE FENCE
Once there was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy not lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I' m sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."
...............i used to be very aggressive, short-tempered, arrogant.... and people used always label all adjectives like those above... but they never told me ... what actually i am doing wrong and how it is affecting me and others.... and because of my attitude i lost so many people worth loving... i regret it now.... but once my Brother told this story and made me realise that anger can destroy love... and love so precious to loose... and i am thankful to Dada that he told me this story...
Today i want say sorry to each and every one...whom i have hurt in past... i know that wound cannot be healed so easily ...but my sincere sorry may take some pain away from it...

To My Dearest Friend...

It’s very rare The bond we share..
When I look in ur eyes I know u care

U know what makes me happy and what makes me sad
U know how to wipe my tears and make me glad
U can make me laugh when I want to cry
U love me so much I want to ask u why?
U can read my eyes when my lips don’t speak
U give me strength whenever I go weak
U show me the path whenever I am confuse
U push me forward when I tend to refuse

I always make mistakes and get into trouble
I know u will come and it will vanish like a bubble
I believe in you with all my heart
I know that u will never let us part
I find it hard to describe u my friend
I never get right words in the end
I know that you are so true
I am very lucky to have you

We feel so secure with each other
We are one when we are together
We had best times in bad days
We know how to have fun in mysterious ways
We will be friends till we die
We know its true not a lie
We know in us there is no I, I am in ur heart and you are in my

Our Enemy---> My Enemy

My mind...its filled with the images of blasts....
blood is everywhere...and Masters of death must be celebrating or regretting somewhere...i don't know them but...i know what led to this..its our enemy again and its offspring's...Anger--Resentment--hostility--outrage---
--it leads to hatred---- and in the end desturction

Anger just emotion but when turns into agression ---its spoils--> beautiful emotions like love, care, sympathy, pity, warmth, bliss.....

I know it very well ....i am very aggressive...may be being type A personality leads me into it, don't know...
I can't control my emotions sometimes and specially when i am angry...most of the time i explode.. and then i regret..

I remember so many events form my past... when this one emotion destroyed me... they labeled me as aggressive...and i mentally punished myself somewhere and started suppressing my emotion and one day it exploded...it ruined me somewhere... trust me just like blasts...
Freud says that aggression stems from innate urges where others say it is influenced.. it can be learned or there is some cognitive interplay .....
From where it comes i don't know but i know it takes u to hell
It destroy u, ur relationships, ur surroundings, ur nation.. and what not
Somebody told me ones that when humans get angry they turn into beasts ..... i have seen it...

Twenty Something--> Relax

Happy Mothers Day……….

Its Sunday.. The most laziest day of my week, as I don’t work today, so I thought that let’s give some food to my and everybody’s brain…
Ya, I know its been days after my last post really.. I took long time to think about many issues which can help us to deal with "Quarter life crisis"…
I want take little positive approach towards it and want to give new label to old problem.. so , from now I will say "Being in one’s Twenties"…. What say?
Like how we say I am in my teens and its sounds very fundoo?
So, how to enjoy This Being in one’s twenties
One thing I have realized that I am not alone in this situation (you feel good when u have company, thanks folks joining the club ) there are million of people who are puzzled like me, they are confuse, uncertain, unsure, frustrated, feeling threatened by unknown and many synonyms of these feelings….
Everyday somebody is fighting with his loved one, breaking up relationship, quitting job, moving out from home, taking hasty decision of getting married or not, changing profession, going into depression, committing suicide, meeting accidents and n number of things…
I would love to ask myself as I am an emotional eater, that why everytime something goes wrong I start to abuse food.. What I am doing? hurting My body, My Soul and My Mind… actually I am wasting them, isn’t it?
I always knew that life is full of different puzzles and I have to figure out solution, So why I am hiding behind the bush? Why ??I wonder really…
So , people … I know that we have to do this multitasking in this phase of life, we have to deal with many problems and rediscover that happiness when we were kids…
I know that, right now we’re looking for the perfect career, making new friends, choosing a place to live, searching for the right partner, want a family, exploring the meaning of Religion, Values and beliefs, and questioning the meaning of it all, and the most important "What is Our purpose of life?"…
So, First thing first; understand " No one ever guaranteed us an easy life" , Nobody told that it will be like a party…
Actually, our parents and elders told us that life will get more and more complicated as we grow, So please if anyone has this illusion get it over with it…. Change your perspective… Don’t get stressed out because of this, use this stress positively.. Its Scientifically proven that proper amount of stress leads to better results.
So, people in twenty something;
Wake up its time to rock the work, you’re not going to sit and crib to life like a nagging wife, you have to be a seductress and conquer life
Because these days are going to define your life in coming years, this is the Foundation and people make it strong..
First step -->Relax your mind…coz healthy mind will lead to better life…
My First question to you all
Do you love yourself? Do you love your body, Mind and soul?
We love our parents, friends, relatives, pets, the boy next door, our teachers, somebody’s eyes, thoughts, acts many more things
What about you? What are the things you love about yourself? take out time and think about it.. Please at least think 10 things that u love about yourself… go stand in front of the mirror and look into your eyes and tell yourself those 10 thing u love about yourself .. and smile with all your heart and see how proud u feel and relaxed.. It worked for me I hope it works for you too..
Second thing what I found out that simple and small changes in your routine can help u to enjoy ur being in twenties, life has become so monotonous that sometimes I feel that I am a clock.
Like get up 10 min early or sleep 10 min more, take one day leave possible, clean ur desk or make it mess (if ur like me), take a different route to office (Don’t WALK to office know heat is killing), buy a new pen, change ur ring tone, see if u want to change u have to find u r way.. u have to find out what suites u..

Qurarter life crisis

Hi everyone
Today like Archimedes I would like to scream from top of my heart and say "Eureka" "Eureka" "Eureka"
You must be thinking that I have gone "mad"
No!! Just like him today I discovered something;
What actually me and some of my friends are going through…
Today in the afternoon I was just shuffling through channels and I saw "Rajat kapoor " and I waited to take a good look at him (I REALLY LIKE HIM) It was his program on NDTV good times( I hope you know the channel.. other wise forget it)..
So he was talking about something called "Quarter life crisis"
I know its total neoteric term but once you will read about it u will thinking to change Ur lines; u will say I am going through
"Quarter life crisis" instead of saying I am frustrated
Now u must be very anxious to know abt it…
Let me ask u some questions? Answer them honestly?? U don’t have a choice ? ok
Are you between 21- 29yrs age group?
Are feeling "not good enough" because u can't find a job that is at your academic/intellectual level?
Are u frustrated with relationships, mostly at work?
Are u confuse with your identity?
Are u insecure about ur future ?
Are u confuse about goal of your life?
Are u always arguing with your parents these days?
Are u pressurize for getting married?
Are u looking for guys?
Are u Scared of commitment?
Are you not very happy with your job?
Are you missing your college friends?
Are you lonely?
Do u feel that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you?
If ur answer is mostly "Yes"… then ur also going through "Quarter life crisis"…
As I am also going through the same phase, I can tell you how I feel..
Every morning I get up and go to office but hardly excited about going (and its my 2nd job and 1st six months.. just imagine) . I know that it will be same as yesterday.. A sense of hopelessness, that something will change for good…
I feel so bad sometimes that for earning the qualifications i have, I have spent so much time and money but still they are not good enough for my job, it actually brings insecurity, uncertainty and what not..
My social life is nowhere coz all my friends are busy and may be doing something just like me.. Some of them got married and have kids now, and some are committed and others are like me "Single".. Sometimes I feel so lonely and scared, feel like life is just running away from me.. Sometimes I look at the mirror and scared to look at myself, I don’t want see me all alone.
Then there is always big talk about money and financial matters and savings, For me its more confusing than anything.. I don’t know how to save and invest and all that.. When everyone around me is doing very well really.
Everyday I reach home late, hardly I see my father as he works in shifts.. I am always in the verge of getting into argument over small things.. so keep quite as I don’t like arguments much.. but then either I drown myself in books or sleep…
I want to get married eventually but then "Mr. Right" is an illusion and I have certain goals to achieve before that, but I don’t mind falling in love now.. But let it be…
So , this what I was doing or I am doing .. this is my struggling period … and it will get over soon I hope so….



"If you are my type u would love some theoretical knowledge.. Other wise skip the para in quotes or read the following"

" In the view of Erik Erikson, certain psychosocial demands, or crises, confront the individual at distinct intervals throughout life. The young adult, for instance, is expected to enter into an institution--i.e., marriage and family--that will perpetuate the society. The degree to which the basic need for intimacy on all levels--physical, emotional, and others--is met in such a relationship determines in most individuals the conception of the self as belonging or as isolated. In middle adulthood the crisis develops between the sense of generativity and the sense of stagnation. In this stage the individual is expected to play the role of a contributing, generative member of society. Generativity can take the form of providing the goods and services by which society functions or of producing, rearing, and socializing future members of society. The inability to develop a productive self-conception results in a feeling of stagnation. In maturity, according to Erikson, a crisis arises with regard to the sense of ego integrity versus the sense of despair. In this stage, individuals realize that they are reaching the end of life. If they have successfully progressed through the previous stages of development, they can face old age with satisfaction in the feeling that a full and complete life has been led. Individuals for whom this integrity of life is lacking often feel a sense of despair over "wasted" opportunity"
So what exactly Erikson says that
In this period crisis in 3 areas of our life are:-
Career
Marriage + Relationships(Formal + Informal)
Dealing with external Forces(Parents, Society)
They are because of lack of clarity, confusion, too many options, peer pressure, too many success stories around us as people are becoming successful in small age, too many expectation from parents and self, too many goals and short time, money, social norms and many more.. Really à what these all things are leading to "Loss of self - esteem",
That means do you feel like a loser, no self worth …isn’t it?
If the answer is no then very good!!
So u have Ur weapons to deal with this crisis, if not then let’s see what we can do about it?