Dil Chahta Hai

Kadhichi Flight ahe? udya, 5.30...zali sagali tayari.....poat sutlay tuza, tikde suit hoshil ekdam...parat kadhi yenar.....baghu........chal khali sodayla yeto tula........gadivar basun to nighun gela......mage rahilela ek dusryala mhanala, "Asech sagle vikhurtat"......ugachach jara dolyancha kada olavlyasarkha vatla.....

Varsha zala bhetun.....tyachi amchya group madhlya eka tichyashi goshta jamleli......mala adhipasun mahiti....mag sagalyanpasun lapvun thode divas ani saglyanna sangun thode divas ase bhetnare te dogha....jasa tyanna bhetayla occasions kami padaychi tashich amhala bhetayla kahi lagaychich nahit...carrom, trek, movie, misal pav party, kapde kharedi, kinva nakyavar bhetun nustya gappa......

Tyancha jamlela jevha tyanni mala sangitlela tevha mi busmadhe hoto....aajubajuche char jan javal javal udalech hote maza gongat aikun.....divasbhar kamat man lagla nahi....kadhi ekda bhetun wish kartoy asa zala.....saral jaun tyala uchalala.....doghanchya cheharyvaracha aanand baghanysarkha hota....ani me khush ahe mahnun dogha anakhin khush hote....

Vel patapat jato.....asach ek mitra ani maze don khas mitra, amhi swatala 'Fantastic Four' Mhanaycho/Mhanto.....ata ekmekachi tonda baghayla facebook var yava lagta.....Career, Job, Education, Lagna....kahi na kahi madhe yetach....mansa bhetat tich wegli honyasathi......udya ek jatoy ani F4 madhla ek parat yetoy.... aaj hyachi send off party zali.......chala ata tyachi welcome party karuya.......
Ek friend college madhe astana mala mhanaychi, aapan sagle eka mothya gharat rahuya, kinca ek chotishi building aapli.....tu, me , ha , to........tichi list sampat navhti.......

Kabhi na bitay chamkile din.....humna rahe kabhi yaro ke bin.........zagamate hai zilmilate hai apne raste.........

Mind Games

Mind can refresh/settle itself in a nanosecond while you roam around half the world searching for a satisfactory answer to it's quests and come back empty handed....only to find that it has indulged itself in observing something as simple as a kid playing in the sand, or sheep licking her baby, or spinning of a wheel in the mud to produce 'matkas'...... it's beautiful to realize the power of your mind.....keep thinking, don't let your mind play with you, play with it :)

Waiting for Love

Have you ever waited for Love? I think most of us consciously or subconsciously await love to find them, to hug/engulf them and take them to it's magical land where all is well...always...the descriptions for this 'land of love' are so numerous that the 'actual land of love' (if it exists) must be having a monthly review of all of them under it's 'suggestions' section to make necessary amendments to facilities and culture.

So what is this 'waiting for love'? is it being in love and waiting for some signal to make you realize that it's love already? or is it waiting for someone to make you realize, (to blurt it out, so that it sounds so sweet and you look so innocent or unaffected by it), or waiting for someone to realize that you have fallen for them?

It can be any or all of it. Unfortunately I don't believe in the category of people who don't have anyone in their lives, with whom they want to fall in love with. They are being too optimistic or simply dreaming off their time if they are waiting for some unknown/unseen prince charming/beautiful princess. Neither do I believe in the category who marries someone and then wait for love to happen, I agree that it may very well happen and one can enjoy all there can be of Love, but I feel you don't really have an option than to Love each other. It is more like having paid a tip instantly after entering a restaurant and then waiting for good service and food.

I have been waiting for love for some time.....and I know it is most difficult patch of one's love life. You can't concentrate on anything else. May it be work, parents, friends, studies nothing. your world revolves around you  who in turn revolves around that person. You like her likes and her dislikes, her friends and boyfriends, you wish to know about everything there is to know, read, talk and listen about her and somehow relate yourself to it...It can get difficult at times, especially if she has been through more of such kind of relationships....everyone carries their baggage and so does she....

Worst part of it is, you know from the beginning whether it will work out or not, but you pursue it irrespective of whether it will work out or not. Only thing you can do now is to wait......you can't tell anyone, especially your best friends(their can be multiple nowadays with the advent of social networking) as they know everything about you as well as her/him and will instantly lash out at you for being such a moron to get so deeply involved.

Sleepy......have been awaiting something....don't know what......however unpractical it may sound, you want it to happen.......so you try for it.....more ........soon.....till then have a Gr8 time.

aadha ishq

Addiction is bad they say, I bet they are right, but what do you do if it comes in a form so adorable, so easy going, so bubbly.....you surrender......I don't know where to start from, coz there is no start or end to this.....is it that sweet aroma when she involuntarily plays with her hair or is it that refreshing smile that never fails to cheer you up.....but what sends my heart pumping at 340kmph are the delicate suggestive glances and stares.....smiles of knowingness and acceptance....without any form or shape there are so many bonds.....

ahem ahem....too much for 1 post....especially when the post is supposed to be about 'aapla'. Beach, Fish, Chicken, Beer, Cricket, Temple Visits, Sleep, and Dance  with a pinch of monsoon....well this defines pretty  much any random holiday in Konkan region. But ours is special.....(like everyone else'). It was an escape, from routine life and from college, from tasks and deadlines....from local trains and back pains....and what an escape it was...the only thing it took from us was the boringness of our lives.....it made us special, blessed, enviable....

There is so much to write about, and my brain is not helping me......however, I am going to rebel....as usual!...Now imagine a big pallet of colours, filled with awesome classic sky blue, he threw it into the infinity with the finest stroke of his hand, and there came the sky into existence....a few rocks crumbled up to form the mountains and greenery for the garnishing....a long road dividing infinity with infinity.....evening with blueness intact, the breezes proving the existence of a rain nearby...sitting on front seat (next to driver) and a couple and the bubbly sitting in back.....how can this possibly get romantic....oh wait, her legs are paining due to the excursions during the day.....and yes, she keeps them into the gap between the door and his seat...he starts to play with the fingers...his fingers get entangled in hers.....while her thumb and forefinger(what else do you call first finger of leg?) enact a crab and his ones enact a human being playing with them.....risking his life, careful yet playful....how can this be romantic?......some stupid female voice singing 'aadha ishq, aadha ishq, aadha ho jayega.....kadamose miloka vada ho jayega....'...only a stupo can think this is romantic....and i definitely m not
one....neither m missing anyone or anything now....neither m listening that song on loop....nope....
more....later....