A Cuppa or A Mug

Sometimes you show a happy face....Enjoy the moments with everyone and make people feel happy about themselves......But there is some intense pricking sensation inside you.....Something is bothering you...or everything is.....you have suppressed it for long enough now....can't take it any more.

And then you end up taking an impulsive decision. It can be as simple as going for a walk or reading a book you had bought but abandoned long back or having a cuppa coffee with an old friend (who you secretly have a crush upon), or just going to the bar with some office folks and gulp down a beer or two.

Does the beer solve the problem? Actually it can create a few for you, if you drink too much and hook up with a wrong girl or even worse, pick fight with a guy double your size....may it be the beer or a cuppa, what actually solves your problem is the change in mindset. It gives you a break, a much needed one. Many a times the solution is so simple that your overworked brain is not ready to accept it. You think things through and you are very good at planning ahead and all that project management jargon, but a plain simple fact is that you are overworked. It can be your professional life or personal or a combination of these. You haven't taken a break in a long time and by a break does not necessarily mean a vacation (think about the wrinkles on your face seeing your bank statement the EMIs you pay to Club Mahindra for those lavish holidays which are supposed to relax you ). Break means a pause for the mind, a time when you cleanse your soul, squeeze all the garbage out of your brains and start afresh. Much like a flush of a toilet. However stupid or simple it may sound but it is required.

So stop rubbing your forehead for the 'n'th time and stop spreading the negativity around. Take a break, have a cuppa or a mug (a pitcher if you can handle :) ) and get back in life......

Life is small, enjoy every moment...nothing is more important than your happiness. :)

तर्र्र्रर्र टक टक टक टक

निमित्त  होतं  आदित्यच्या  (माझ्या  ४  वर्षांच्या  पुतण्याच्या ) वाढदिवसाबद्दल  त्याला  खेळणं  घेण्याचं ....परवा  मी  असाच  काहीतरी  Ben Ten चं  खेळणं  आणलं  होतं  आणि  मला  काही  कळायच्या  आत  त्यानी  ते  उघडून  assemble करून  खेळायला  सुरुवात  केली  सुद्धा .....मला  2 गोड  पापे  मिळाले , एक  मी  खेळणं  दिल्या  दिल्या  आणि  दुसरा  त्याची  assembly   करून  ते  खेळायला  घेतल्यावर ....

दुपारची  जेवणं  झाल्यावर  आई  आणि  बाबा  वज्रासनात  बसले  होते  आणि  आम्ही  उद्या  त्याच्या  Birthday च्या  तयारी  बद्दल  बोलत  होतो . अचानक  खेळण्याचा  विषय  निघाला  आणि  आम्हाला  आमचे  लहानपणीचे  दिवस  आठवले ....

"काय  खेळणी  असायची  तेव्हाची ....ते  तारेवरच  माकड - एक  cycle  चं  स्पोक , स्प्रिंग  आणि  एक  प्लास्टिक  चं  माकड,  एवढेच  raw material आणि  ते  माकड  टक  टक  आवाज  करत  त्या  तारेवरून  खाली  उतरायचं  हा  खेळ .....साधा  simple  तरी  खूप  मजा  देणारा "....आई  सांगत  होती ....."आणि  ते  चक्र , ते  नुसतं  हातात  घेऊन  इकडून  तिकडे  धावत  सुटायचो  आम्ही , त्याच्यानी  खेळण्यापेक्षा  तेच  आम्हाला  खेळवायचं " मी  म्हटलं ......"आम्ही  त्याला  भिरभिरं म्हणत  असू , आणि  आम्ही  ते  बनवायचो. एक  कागद , एक  काटा - बाभळीचा , बोरीचा  किंवा  मग  जो  मिळेल  तो - नगर  जिल्ह्यात  काट्यांची  कधी  कमतरता  भासली  नाही  आम्हाला , एक  काठी  - कधी  बांबूची , कधी  शिस्वाची  नाहीतर  आंब्याची  नक्कीच  मिळत  असे ....सरळ  काठी  शोधण्यात  जास्त  वेळ  जायचा , पण  बऱ्याच  वेळा  आम्ही  तिरक्या  काठ्या  चालवायचो , आणि  एक  लेंडी  - ती  शोधण्यासाठी  आम्ही  बोरीच्या  झाडाखाली  जायचो , तिकडे  शेळ्या  असायच्या  आणि  लेंड्याहि  ...खूप  सुकलेली  लेंडी  आणली  तर  ती  काट्यात  खोचल्यावर   फुटायची  आणि  खूप  ओली  असेल  तर  हाताला  चिकटायची  म्हणून  साधारण  मध्यम  सुकलेली  अशी  लेंडी  शोधायची , ती  शोधण्याचं प्रमाण  म्हणजे  बोरीच्या  झाडाखाली  जाऊन  मध्यम   दिसेल  अशी  लेंडी  उचलून  थोडी  दाबून  बघायची, ह्याच दरम्यान जर एखाद दोन बोरं मिळाली तर ती पण त्याच हातांनी बिनधास्त तोंडात टाकायचो " माझी  इथे  हसून  हसून  पुरेवाट  झालेली ....मी  नगर  च्या  राहुरी  गावात  तापलेल्या  एका  दुपारी  बोरीच्या  झाडाखाली  परकर  पोलकं  नेसून  शेळीच्या  लेंड्या  वेचणारी  माझी  आई  आणि  काल  आदित्य  साठी  bisleri  च्या  पाण्यात  ताक  घुसळणारी  माझी  आई  compare  करत  होतो .....आणि  मग  तीच  आई  मला  उकिरड्यावर  खेळताना  बघून  २२ -२३  वर्षापूर्वी  ओरडलेली  सुद्धा .....

"आणि  हे  सगळं  साहित्य  जमा  करण्याचं  काम  आमच्याकडे  असायचं म्हणजे माझ्याकडे आणि किशोर कडे(माझा मामा - आईचा सगळ्यात धाकटा भाऊ )  , मग त्याची  assembly काही  आम्हाला  जमायची  नाही , म्हणून  ती  अण्णा , जयंता वगरे  करून  दयायचे . त्यात  सुद्धा  काठी  जर  आंब्याची  मिळाली  किंवा  जास्त  सुकलेली  मिळाली  तर  काटा  जाताना  तो  तुटायचा  म्हणून  सगळ्या  वस्तू  दोन  दोन  आणायला  आम्हाला  आधीच  सांगून  ठेवलेलं  असायचं " पटकन  मला  १२ -१५  वर्षांपूर्वी शालेय वर्षाच्या सुरुवातीलाच साधारण  जून   महिन्याचा  पहिल्या  आठवड्यात  २  पेन्सिल चे  बॉक्स , २  खोडरबरांचे  बॉक्स  आणि  १  शार्पनर चं  बॉक्स  घेणारी  आई आठवली .........backup plans.......

आमची  बालपणं पण अशीच  गेली - भोवरा , गोटया , लगोरी  आणि  डब्बा  ऐसपैस  खेळण्यात .......अजूनही बऱ्याच  वेळा  मी  जत्रेतून  पिपाण्या  आणि  भोंगे , भिरभिरं किंवा  तो  जोकेरसारखा माणूस  ज्याचे  हात  आणि  पाय  joints मधून  वर  खाली  व्हायचे  , किंवा  ते  गोल  गोल  फिरवण्याच अत्यंत  irritating तर्रर्र्र  टक   तर्रर्र  टक  टक  टक .....आवाज  असणारं  खेळणं  वगरे  सर्रास  घरी  घेऊन  येतो ......ते  घेताना , ते  घेऊन  येताना  ट्रेन  मध्ये , रिक्षात  आणि  अगदी  बिल्डिंग  मध्ये  आणि  लिफ्ट  मध्ये  मी  असा  दाखवतो  कि  जणू  ते  माझ्या  घरी  असणाऱ्या  एखाद्या  लहान  बाळासाठीच  आणलं  आहे .....पण  घरी  येऊन  त्या  खेळण्याशी  मनसोक्त  खेळण्याची मजा  काही  औरच  आहे ......

करून  बघा  कधी  तुम्हीही ......तर्र्र्रर्र  टक  टक  टक  टक

Stringlets

Bracelets made up of tennis strings.......life is swirling around in an atmosphere I am very new to, obtuse......words give me a miss at times when I need them the most, words......wordsmith, that's what they used to call me once.....Zapped, what they call me now......

Balance between personal and work life is crucial......if you misjudge the workload as growth (rightly mislead by your manager to believe such crap).....wake up dude/dudette

as yourself is it really worth the juice?

Enjoy life! work is a means to get money, everything else has to be earned to spend the money and live happily.

Thinking Spot

Which place do you feel is best suited for thinking?
A place which will provide the perfect ambiance required for the grey cells in your brain to activate and carry the right amount of electrons from a place to another (dear science geeks, please forgive me for this blasphemy), or just a place where you can feel at peace. A place outside which you can park all your worries and enter relaxed.

For me such place is the Washroom. If you are done doing all that 'ewww, yuck, gross' etc. let me also state that this is the best place in a house where you can do everything except Food related stuff. You can virtually do anything inside a washroom, may it be reading, writing, chatting, texting, office work, con-call, snoozing, playing a musical instrument or net banking, day dreaming, retirement planning, crying, and thinking.

If Newton would've been reading in the washroom with a book in his hand then he might have discovered the gravity there as well. Some people find it just a place to dump a few things, but I feel you can actually dump much more than that (folks, I am talking about mental stress and worries).

The theory of 'Place for everything and everything in its place' somehow contradicts this theory of doing anything inside washroom, but then who says that you can only eat on the dining table? you can eat in living room, bedroom, terrace, stairs, veranda or patio anywhere you please.

I can say, this theory has reasoning scientifically as well. Since you are getting relieved inside this particular place there is a certain amount of calm and comfort which can help your mind relax.

Give it a try, if it doesn't work for you, just flush the idea :)

ती

विशीच्या  आसपास - चेहऱ्यावर  नुकताच  मिसरूड  फुटलेला , तारुण्याचा  जोश  अन  धमक , निळी  jeans आणि  पातळसा  फिकट  रंगाचा  T Shirt, गळ्यात  मागच्या  वाढदिवसाला  आई  बाबांनी  कौताकाने   घेतलेली  सोन्याची  चेन, पिंगे  डोळे  आणि  Paragon ची  त्यातल्या  त्यात  stylish  अशी  चप्पल.


ती , गोरी , गालावरच्या  केसंजवळ  निळ्या  हिरव्या  शिरा  तिच्या  मऊसुत  त्वचेशी  मस्त  contrast  करायच्या , त्याला  बर्याच  वेळा  तो  तासनतास  नुसता  त्याकडेच  बघत  राहायचा - त्याच्या  स्वप्नात , मग  मधेच  ती  एखाद्या  वाट  चुकलेल्या  batela वळण  लावायची , तिचे  निळेशार  डोळे  त्याच्या  बघण्याकडे  बघायचे  आणि  तो  जागा  व्हायचा ,मग  काहीतरी  कारण  सांगून  वेळ  मारून  न्यायचा . थोडेसे  लालसर  असे  म्हंजे  उन्हाची  तिरीप  पडली  कि  चमकणारे  असे  तिचे  केस  ती  छानशा  क्लीप  मध्ये  अडकवायची  आणि  तेही  लाडिक  पणे तिच्या  चेहऱ्यावरून  दिवसभर  हात  फिरवायचे . तिच्या  हातांचा  अर्धा  वेळ  तिचे  केस  सावरण्यात  आणि  राहिलेला  अर्धा , लिहिण्यात  आणि  हातवारे  करण्यात  जायचा . तिला  काठांची  नक्षी  असलेले  किंवा  बुट्ट्या  बुट्ट्यानचे   पंजाबी  ड्रेस  फार  आवडायचे . रंग  बहुदा  साधेच  असायचे . काहीही  करून  तिच्या  जवळ  राहण्यासाठी  हा  नेहमी  पहिल्या  बेंचवर  बसायचा , अगदी  तिच्या  जवळ . तिला  lavender   perfume   फार  आवडायचा  बहुतेक , ती  आली  कि  बहुदा  पहाटेच्या  वेळी  अंगणात  मस्त  फुलांचा  सडा  पडावा  तसा  सुगंध  यायचा  आणि  हा  त्यातली  फुलं  वेचण्यात  आपलं सर्वस्व  हरवून  जायचा . मग  मागच्या  बेंचवरून   मित्र  लाथा  मारायचे  तेव्हा   शिक्षिका  आल्या  म्हणून  हा  उभा  राहायचा . त्यादिवशी  जोशी  बाईंनी  त्याला  हटकलं  तर  काहीतरी  कारण  सांगून  त्यांनी  वेळ  मारून  नेली . जोशी  बाई  पण  त्यच्यावर  फारश्या  कधी  रागवत  नसत , म्हणजे  तसा  तो  त्यांचा   favourite  student   होता , म्हणून  एखाद  वेळेस  त्याच्या  बारीक  सारीक  गोष्टींकडे  त्या  दुर्लक्ष  करायच्या . त्याचे  मित्र  त्याला  त्यांच्यावरून   चिडवायचे  पण  त्याचं तिकडे  लक्षच  नसायचा . तो  कायम  तिच्यातच  गुरफटलेला , हरवलेला  असायचा . एके  दिवशी  तिचा  रुमाल  पडला  म्हणून  तो  मैलभर  तिच्या  कार  च्या  मागे  पळत  गेला . आणि  तिनी  उतरल्यावर  विचारलं  तर  सहजच  इकडे  आलो  होतो  असा  सांगून  निघून  गेला .
एके  दिवशी  हा  college  च्या  कट्ट्यावर  एकटाच  बसून  होता , दूर  कुठेतरी    पाहत , हरवलेला  . आनंदा  आला  आणि  म्हणाला  अरे  चल  जोशी  बाईंचा  आज  last day  आहे  आपल्या  college मध्ये , त्यांना  farewell द्यायचंय  . आनंद  नि  बराच  प्रयत्न  करूनही  तो  काहीच  बोलला  नाही . मग  अजून  एक  दोन   मित्र  येऊन  गेले  पण  त्यानी   आपला  कट्टा  सोडला  नाही . मागून  farewell च्या  tayarya  गाणी  गप्पा  इत्यादीचे  आवाज   कानावर  येत  होते . मुलं  आपापल्या  नादात  होती . जोशी  बाईही  थोड्या  upset वाटत  होत्या . ह्या  college मध्ये  गेल्या  2 वर्षात  त्यांनी  चांगलीच  शिकवण  घडवली  होती . तशा  त्या  कडक  स्वभावाच्या असल्या  तरी  वेळी  मुलांचे  लाडही  करायच्या . त्यामुळे   त्या    आज  जाणार  म्हणून  बरीच  मुला  upset होती . त्यांच्या  नवरयाची   म्हणे  कुठेतरी  transfer झाली  होती . अध्यक्ष  आणि  इतर  manyvaranch   भाषण  झालं , जोशी  बाईही  मार्गदर्शनपर   बोलल्या . जाता  जाता  त्यांच्या  डोळ्यात  पाणी  आलं , आणि  बऱ्याच  मुलींनाही  हुंदका  आवरता आला नाही  . मुलं  त्यांची  टर  उडवण्यात  वेळ घालवत  होती . जोशी  बाईंचा  favourite   student  कुठे  आहे  ह्याचं  फारसं  कुणाला  भान  नव्हतं  . त्यांच्या  ambassador car मध्ये  बसण्यासाठी  त्या  निघाल्या , वळून  एकदा  बघून  सगळ्या  मुलाना  bye   केला . बसत  असताना  त्यांच्या  seat वर  एक  गुलाबाचं  फुलं  दिसलं . त्यांनी  ते  सहज  उचलून  डोक्यात  माळल , आणि  driver  नि  गाडी  सुरु  केली . वारा   खिडकीतून  आत  शिरला , थोडासा  धुरळा  उडाला  आणि  त्याच्या  शांत  होईपर्यंत   गाव  मागे  पडू  लागला . पुन्हा  एक  नवीन  गाव , नवीन  college , नवीन  विद्यार्थी ….त्यांचं  मन  त्यांचाशी  बोलू  लागलं. त्या  उडालेल्या  धुराळ्यात  गुलाबाखालचा  कागद  कधी  खिडकीतून  उडून  बाहेर  पडला  ते  कुणालाच  कळलं नाही . आनंदाच्या   सायकलीला लागून       त्याच्या  हातात  आला .


सुंदर  रेखीव  अक्षरात   त्यावर  लिहिलेल्या   ओळी  त्याने  अधासःसारख्या  वाचून   काढल्या .
तू , गोर्या  गालांची , मोजक्या  रानफुलांची   , तू  गहिऱ्या  डोळ्यांची , भूरभूर्या  केसांची
तू  निखळ  निर्मल  हास्याची  आणि  तू  तरुण्यानी  भरलेल्या  बांध्याची , तू
तू ,  कधी  होशील  का  माझी ….


ते  अक्षर  त्याच्या  ओळखीचं  होतं . सात  वर्षांपासून  त्याला  ओळखणार्या  मित्राचं , ‘त्याचं'. ते  अक्षर  त्याचं  होतं .

सहज सख्या एकटाच येई सांजवेळी....

निवळशंख लाटांच्या खळखळाटात वाहून गेलेला किनारा शोधत उगाचच फेसाळलेल्या दर्याकडे निरखून पाहत राहिलो मी. आणी तू मात्र कधीच निघून गेली होतीस दुसर्याच कुठल्यातरी लाटेवर स्वार होऊन असे कित्येक प्रदेश पादाक्रांत करत...
शुभ्रस्फटिक अभ्रातून तू एकदाच गीरीशिखारावर रेंगाळलीस  तीही क्षणभर, पण त्या डोंगरावर उगवलेल्या प्रत्येक गवताच्या लवेत तुझ्या स्पर्शाचा भास आहेच...
अलगद काहीतरी गुणगुणत कोकिळेशी हितगुज केलस तू कधीतरी, पण आता पावसाच्या धारांनाच तुझ्या आवाजाची  ओढ लागल्ये चातकासारखी ...
मग जर आज अश्या ह्या सांजवेळी, चुकून शीळ निघाली ओठावरून आणी ती तुझ्या ओठांनाच सांगावीशी वाटली थेट, तर त्यात काय चुकलं माझं.
मग येशील न तू,
दूरवर कुठेतरी radio वर बोल ऐकू येताहेत
सहज सख्या एकटाच येई सांजवेळी....

My dil goes mmm

can't stop noticing the smile in the innocence and the in laughter simplicity. Not senses only my but active listening my skills passive numb also becomes.......

see,
what I mean is.....Not only my senses but my active listening skills also become numb and passive. Was talking to someone and you appeared out of nowhere, took me 3 seconds to realize that the one I was talking to is anticipating some words to be blabbered out of my mouth since I have stopped mid sentence and am staring hopelessly at you. Was so embarrassing. So whats next?

How to stop this helplessness? I really don't know. May be I should spend more time with you. that is something I can't manage given my current commitment to my work.
Don't be so naive, is your work that important? it's just a job dammit......
but I have responsibilities, clients to attend to, projects to complete......
yea, you are the only one who has all this......
Don't be so childish, not is college anymore......

And there starts my internal fight with my other mind.

one thing is sure, I have this restlessness inside me that has come back after a really long time. Something needs to be done. It took me 3 days to get back at being regular boring myself after half a week of indulgence. and m thinking about lifetime.......only those addictions which do not harm your body and are affordable forever should be administered.......is this one of them?

Don't know what to write........which is a hard thing for me....I never write if I am not sure, if it's going to read good.

time to wind up before I spill more beans.....
P.S: the smile is awesome :)

Barter System to Capitalism

Was getting done a shave at my barber, he was a bit rough around the edges, was half occupied in the TV Serial and half in the discussion about a Bandh following the death of some local politician. He almost applied some shaving cream on my lips and I was about to shout at him when he turned around and realized what he had done. Took the cloth nearby and quickly wiped off the cream off, smiled at me sheepishly and mumbled a week sorry. It got me thinking 'what is it that I have that makes me bigger than him?' It was hardly a mistake, and I was almost fuming at him, just because I was going to pay him? but what about the service he was giving to me? It's not like I am paying him for nothing, it's a perfect exchange of Money against Service for which the rate of exchange is been mutually agreed and accepted. Then why do I feel like being superior, Why should I be given the upper edge always?

If you remember the barter system, it was goods against goods or services or any combination of these 2. and the people exchanging these could never treat each other superior or inferior just because of the Good/Service they are catering. i.e. A farmer would always be superior to a milkman...Because he is exchanging a superior product.....Or a fisherman will always be superior to a Shoe seller.....not because of his caste but due to the product.....and if I am not mistaken with money replacing all goods and commodities in these exchange transactions, it should ideally be equivalent to these goods and hence the value of it should be exactly equal to the amount of goods/services you can buy with it. So if I can buy four mangoes with rs. 500 (I am talking about very high quality Hapoos mangoes here :) ) then the bearer of 500 and Hapoos should be equal and be grateful to each other for the transaction. Then why does the counterpart with Money  always becomes the Customer and the other Vendor?

Something to do with the concept of Barter and Capitalism. though they go hand in hand as long as the definitions are considered. Coz both believe in Voluntary exchange of goods/service or Money. To bring more practicality and overcome the shortcomings of Barter, money was introduced. It represented Value and became very standard among transactions. But it did not remain as just a substitute for value exchange, it gained it's own place in the economy and people's lives. It became the very source of Power and started to shake the very empires that invented it and the rest is history as they say.

My Take: It's still barter that you are doing when you are getting a service or buying a product. The benefit is mutual and so should be your behaviour with the vendor. If he/she is polite to you, you can at least try not to be rude. So next time you go shopping Barter, don't Banter :)

Bad Friendship day Treat

The day was awe-full. People made fun of him, he is fine with few jokes and laughs from dear ones, but this was different....some of them were desperately passing on comments to seek revenge. That too for some work related issues. It was a fake smile he was wearing just to make sure the mood is not spoiled and the one pulling his leg should not feel succeeded.
Hell of a friendship day treat.

पारिजातकाचा सडा

आणि अचानक ती दरवाज्यात आली, तिचं ते निरागस हसू आज कित्येक वर्षांनी परत अनुभवलं, ते घारे डोळे आणि गोमटा चेहरा....असं वाटलं कि पहाटेच्या वेळी छान अंगणात प्राजक्ताच्या फुलांचा सडा पडलाय....माझ्या चेहऱ्यावर सुद्धा हसू आलं...आम्ही चार पाच जण होतो..नेहमीचेच मित्र...आणि त्यात आई नक्की नव्हती...मग आईचा आवाज कुठून येतोय?.....संदीप....संदीप उठ ७ वाजले, ऑफिस ला उशीर होईल बघ....

उठलो, स्वतःशीच हसलो.....कधीकधी आपला मन आपल्याला एकदम ४-६ वर्ष मागे घेऊन जातं....ते दाखवतं जे आपल्याला खूप पूर्वी हवं असतं आणि जगण्याच्या धामधुमीत आपण ते मिळालं नाही म्हणून ते मिळणार नाही असं समजून पुढे गेलेलो असतो पण मन चोर त्याच्या कुठल्याश्या कोपऱ्यात त्या आठवणी जपून ठेवतं आणि एखाद्या निरागस क्षणी आपल्याला flashback मध्ये घेऊन जातं....

खरं तर आता तीही तसं निरागस खळखळून हसत नाही, वयात आल्यमुळे तो अल्लड पणा जावून तिथे एक वेगळाच संकोच आलाय....मुलीचं रुपांतर एका स्त्री मध्ये होतंय....पण ह्या सगळ्यात मी कुठे हरवलोय माहित नाही....मी तिच्या आयुष्यात कधी नव्हतोच ....मला ती आवडायची (कि अजूनही?) ते तिला सोडून सगळ्यांना माहित होतं (कदाचित तिलाही, पण कधी तिनी ते दाखवलं नाही आणि मी विचारलं नाही)...आम्ही नेहमीच मित्रांचे मित्र राहिलो....

पण मग आच अचानक हे पुन्हा काय.....कि मी अजूनही तिच्याच ....साठे सकाळचे ८ वाजलेत, आईनी १ तासापूर्वी उठवलं होतं ऑफिस ची तयारी करायला...आता आपण कॉलेज मध्ये नाही आहात....चला....

नात्यांना नावं न दिलेलीच बरी असतात....नंतर...

Illusion

It could be so simple. You just need to tell me that it’s not possible and never going to happen…but you chose to play games with me. 1 moment it’s all dark, pitch black and before my eyes could adjust and my mind could start mourning there is a small ray of hope….1 chasing the one chasing another…….clumsy and filmy……can’t complain coz I have something in hand and can’t enjoy coz I know you can take it away any moment.

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....

Suresh Verma

Benchod Sutta, sutta na mila.....Benchod
The happiness of pronouncing the very word Benchod was evident on his face, it was beyond measure. Sutta, Daru, Hukka, Talli public and Suresh Verma dancing flat on his back on the floor voicing the choicest of bad words remixed with songs lyrics and intimidating actions..... experiencing all of this first hand - Priceless......."Delhi ki yaade taza kardi bhenchod. ma ki, sala aaj maine bohot dino baad wo kara jo delhi me sala bhenchod hamesha karta tha.....maza aa gaya yaar ben da." He was confessing in me. "e Suresh "bhag d k baja raha hai, aaja" and there he goes once again shouting the song dancing in his very own style with extra emphasis on Bose D K.......2 guys were on top of him doing 'bollywoods favourite intimidating, seductive, angry, revengeful, aka all in one nagin dance' while Suresh was encouraging or alluring them with a hand gesturing availability of more of his Body Parts. Fun it was.

In just few moments he painted a life size painting of his own, which was 'todu' as compared to what his office image is. He is very descent in office. Always prefers to call people with more polite adjectives and voice not rising above a certain decibel level. Doesn't complain even if he doesn't agree with something, he will follow it all the way till he can. Wears specs and has fine sense of formal dressing. Descent. Suresh Verma the Implementer.( MBA.)(from RAI university)

Suresh Verma......a Dellhite at heart, lost in the crowd of Mumbai trying to find his way up the 'carrier' ladder. Pehn Da..... :)

A Pat on the Back

To re-instate your faith, to clear your mind, to take you back to the running track....a pat on the back in time by the right person and at right time saves 9.

Sometimes its the same thing that we have heard from many people before but it coming from a particular person has unmatched impressions. That one moment decides your fate for the rest of the race, if you don't get that nitro booster in time then you disqualify yourself and then there is no way to get back, you loose hopes. A few lucky ones get it in right time by the perfect person while some brighter souls take it upon themselves to turn their hands 180 degrees and give a successful pat themselves.

Whichever way it is, it is crucial. I got mine in time.
Thanks to all the charming souls out there.

Ishq Sufiyana

Tere Vaste mera ishq sufiyana, mera ishq sufiyana mera ishq sufiyana....
kay sunder asta na he feeling, the feeling of being in love......its strange that people can never exactly tell that whether they are in love or is it just a feeling of feeling of falling in love....
How do you feel it then, you are watching some movie (any movie for that matter) and suddenly a scene or dialogue reminds you of someone, and then you are no longer following the story but you are running a story of yourself parallel to the movie....you can dream of romantic drizzle with rainbows and go all giggles with the thought of a sensuous rain dance while the hero in current movie is mourning loudly over his mothers death.....(you are dead meat if you are hanging out with your friends.....just the thought that they will torture you for months to come terrifies you more than the real torture....the nice drizzle is replaced with a heavy downpour and beautiful clean streets are turned into muddy potholes....order another round of beer and pizzas if your friends are guys and probably you will survive the night..)
its worst when you are with parents (especially if you are officially the groom/bride to be age) when you go into one of those (imaginary)flashbacks at the lunch table when your mom is eager to pin point that you don't pay much attention to anything that they say and it's time you settle down..(a sharp nosed aunt will really take the pains to escort you the last mile towards grave by giving a word-by-word account of how her far flung relatives daughter/niece/son/nephew etc. did something that any person should not be discussing on lunch table) and then all you can do is push aside the rosy pictures you are painting of you and that beautiful person away for a while and eat without uttering another word.

But do we really fall in love as many times as we think we do? is it really love or overdose of romantic flicks or novels or pushy friends or overexcited hormones? what is love then? is it a search of another mind by our own to take away the loneliness created for the very purpose of fulfilling this need? or is it plain simple desire coated in the form of a subtle and acceptable way by our minds? or is it something you see in the KJo movies and hundreds of thousands of poets and authors and filmmakers have defined as?

I think that I have had a fare share of love in my life and when I ask myself these questions the answer changes every time based on the person I am in love with.....but it's never so clear to be stated and understood. It is a feeling that is more to be experienced than to be told about.....but then how does one know whether it's love he/she is experiencing or something else? (shut up I say to my intellectual half) as many have told in many films, "You'll know" ;)