बाप्पा

"बाप्पा बघत असतो सगळे , बर का वेद ...."
"if i am hiding , can he see me ?"
"हो, तरीही..."
"कसे काय दिसते त्याला सगळे ??"
"त्याचे घर त्या उंच आकाशात आहे...तिथून सगळे दिसते त्याला "
"पण मला नाही दिसत तो..."


"आई , now i am hiding under table....can he still see me ? "
"yupe, He can still see you  "
"now? NOW can he see me ?" अजून लपायचा प्रयत्न...
"हो"
"but how?"
"he got super powers"...
"why he got super powers ? why dont i have super powers ? how can i get super power ?"


"झाली का रे?"
"नाही अजून....."
"आई, can bappa see me doing potty ??"
" गप्प रे... आणि हो, he can still see you ...चल आवर आता पटकन ".

1-2 wks.....अजूनही तोच प्रश्न अधून मधून.....

"अहाहा , काय मस्त sunny आहे आज...चल park मध्ये जाऊया..."
"मुग्धा आपली ती flying dish कुठे गेली ?? " " अरे असेल वेद च्या खेळण्यांमध्ये कुठेतरी "
"श्या , एरवी इकडे तिकडे लोळत असते,नेमकी आता जागेवर नाही"
"त्या तिकडे बघ ...vaccum cleaner ठेवतो तिथे..." " तिथे ??? तिथे कशी जाईल ?" "काही सांगता येत नाही , just have one look"
"nope, नाहीये रे मंदार ..."
"जाऊदे , मिळेल नंतर कधीतरी, lets play bad minton today "
"चला चला लवकर बाहेर निघा..."
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"आई , can bappa see flying dish ?"

जिन्हे नाझ है हिंद पर वो कहा हैं

"मेरा भारत महान"...लहानपणी खरेच खरे वाटायचे हे ! इतिहास , संस्कृती , भूगोल, विविधता आणि "मिले सूर मेरा तुम्हारा" ह्यानी एकदम पक्के मत बनवले होते ... सारे जहाँ से अच्छा..... (आता पूर्ण ओळ लिहीणे पण जड जात आहे)
हे शेवटचे कंसातल वाक्य त्या वयात कोणी बोलले असते तर एक चार-पाच तास तरी आमचा वाद रंगला असता..किंबहुना जास्तच !
Indian Army त जायचे होते मला ! कोणी मित्र आर्मीत गेले तर केवढा अभिमान वाटला होता त्यावेळी !
दर १५ ऑगस्ट ला झेंडावंदन करताना अगदी मनापासून Salute ठोकायचे मी ! छाती वर छोटा तिरंगा अगदी न चुकता मिरवायचे.
सावरकर, टिळक आणि नंतर नंतर गांधीना पण समजण्याचा प्रयत्न केला होता.....
भ्रष्टाचार, गरीबी आणि गलथानपणा हे शब्द काही नवीन नव्हते ..पण तरीही देश प्रेम वगैरे फार भारी अशी धुंदी होती !
पेपर मध्ये छापुन आलेले सगळे १०० टक्के खरे असे समजण्याचे दिवस ते ..... लोक पण सगळे खरे वाटायचे !!
College सुरु झाले ..मग brain drain वगैरे वर चर्चा रंगायच्या .... कधी मस्त रंगलेल्या मेहंदी चे नसेल तेवढे मला १८ पूर्ण झाल्यावर बोटावरच्या त्या काळ्या ठीपक्याचे अप्रूप वाटले होते...
आर्मी आपल्या आवाक्याबाहेर असल्याचे जाणवल्यानंतर आपल्या मुलाला आर्मीत घालू असे मनास पटवले होते...
एकंदरीत फार म्हणजे फार जीव होता माझा आपल्या भारतावर ...आपल्या मायभूमी वर....तिथली प्रत्येक अगदी प्रत्येक चांगली वाईट गोष्ट माझी होती.
आणि हे अगदी आता आता पर्यंत......
गेल्या काही वर्षापासून अगदी कुरतडतय मन .......१० जण येतात शेकडोंना मारतात ..त्यातला एक मोहरा ४ वर्षांनी फाशी वर चढल्यावर अगदी दिवाळी साजरी होते ! आणि लोक विसरूनही जातात कि म्होरक्या अजून तसाच आहे निर्धास्त...
इथे "ईट का जवाब पत्थर " नाही फुले उधळून होते....या या क्रिकेट खेळा ...गाणी गा....picture करा .....आणि एखाद दुसरे जवान मारले तर मात्र आम्ही निषेध नोंदवू हं !
विचार सुद्धा करवत नाही अशा रीतीने एका मुलीचा शेवट होतो आणि मेणब्त्त्यांचा भरगच्च खप होतो ! इथे आल्या गेल्या प्रत्येकालाच मग नोंदवायचे असते आपापले मत .... न्यूज वाहिन्या राहतात २४ तास गरळ ओकत !
निषेध सुद्धा करवत नाही एवढे मन सुन्न होते ! महागाई , भ्रष्टाचार वगैरे तर चावून चावून चोथा झालेले विषय .....
मेरा भारत महान या वाक्यातला फोलपणा आजकाल सारखा डोके वर काढत आहे.... कोणी म्हणाल लोक बदलले , सरकार लाचार आहे, देशाला का दोष द्या ......

जड वाटतेय हे लिहिताना.......

पण खरे सांगा , जिन्हे नाझ है हिंद पर वो कहा हैं ?

To you...with love..

एखाद्या छानश्या कॉमेंट ने हुरळून आनंदाने तुझ्या मिठीत येऊन मोठे मोठे डोळे करून तुला चिडवावेसे वाटते रे …..
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FB च्या एका फोटो वर "कसली खास दिसतेयस..Love you Honey" अशी कॉमेंट तुझ्याकडून यावीशी वाटत आहे..

एक दिवस फक़त तुझा ..मी मुलाला सांभाळतो ..."जा जी ले अपनी जिंदगी मुग्धा" असे ऐकावेसे वाटते रे....

Picnic...

The word got so much happiness within it...

today it was my 3 yr old son's first picnic..school picnic.....well picnic is always with school isn't it?? with family, its a trip :)

The night before picnic..we hardly get any sleep..."need to get up early tomorrow".... what to wear..what to see..will dad allow camera...what will we have for snacks? n finally we sleep dreaming about the same...

next day...mom packs up some tasty food in tiffin...for just one day, she doesn't think much about "healthy food"...or may thinks in back of her mind and tries hard to get away from that thought.

I remember my school picnic days....early mornings...6-7 am bus timing... mom dad both coming to drop me at school..even though it was at 3 min walking distance from home and waving hands till the bus moved away 1-2 kms ...

I remember those small but very effective avomine tablets...a must for most of us.....

Remember and miss those stupid pranks we used to play..like throwing peels of oranges on the other car's top, making faces to passer by.....playing antakshari... eating n chatting non stop till teacher says "get down".

the siteseeing "WOWs" and then after boarding the bus..."yes teacher" attendance..

after long journey ( read 1- 2 hrs) seeing mom n dad's delighted faces saying "hushh...returned back safe n sound"...

you wont believe I even remember what i had as snack in my 3rd std picnic !!! It was a "nankatai" (my favourite) and an organge...well you wont even believe where the picnic was...it was to a garden just across our school building...I even remember whose hand i held while crossing the path !!!!

such were the beautiful days....picnic days...

We had picnics to "Pune darshan", "Mumbai darshan" ..across the road garden...and to even Goa but dad didn't send me to Goa :(

Guys...never disallow your child to any picnic..he will remember it for ages :)



hmm...all this written....all this remembered once again cos it was my son's first school picnic today...

I guess i was more excited than he was :) got his favourite "strawberries" from market y'day.

woke up early today...filled his tiffin with bread-butter-jam and strawberries...



And went to school to wave till the bus went atleast half km away...

Travel blogs....different style :)

I have to travel daily 40 Kms (20-20) to reach my damn office.... to get a bit faster i prefer it by my bike...even though its hell of a trip !!!
But todays post is not about how 'poor' me have to travel through such distressing situation...but...its about the birth of my "blog" ideas.
Yes, most of my blog ideas come from this 1 hr travel ...
Get to see so many exciting things on road , so many stories unbound in my own imagination.

Like the other day, saw a young dad on activa carrying his 5-6 months old baby snugged in a baby carrier close to his heart...where might he going? Drop baby to his mom's place or crushe? Where might be his wife..must be working woman ... i remember "zaansi ki raani" when i first saw him...only difference she was carrying the child on back and riding on horse :) else everything is same....he is fighting his own "ladhaiee", isn't it? isn't it a war , a struggle to live in this fast moving world?
just 2 min and so many so many thoughts :)

Then one day , waiting to get a "green" on my way saw a young cool chap...on a 2 wheeler, wearing a dhoti and a cool "Adidas" jacket on it !!! and to add more a fancy looking head phones .
Very funny site indeed....must be celebrating some mismatch day i guess...

There is banyan tree on my way , and it is perfectly situated when i take a sharp turn..a splendid sharp turn i would rather say :)..... and every time i pass this tree...i feel an urge to leave my bike and hold its branches...like a super hero (or any bollywood hero for that matter :P).......EVERYTIME. I am in fact so afraid of the intensity of this thought that i might do it someday :P

on the same road ahead once i saw an old lady being a pillion rider to a 40+ age man... she was wearing "nav-vari" ..a traditional sari wore in "koli style" . She had clutched her son's jacket so tight...guess it was totally new experience to her.......she was looking damn cute :)

At the same sharp turn one day an old vintage car was going steadily in front of me...after few seconds i was parallel with it , wanted to see who is riding this old beauty... and to my surprise the driver was as old and as beautiful as that of the car. A lady, must 80 + age driving it so confidently that i decided i am gonna take my car out tomorrow :)
i wanted to keep on looking at her face....such a marvellous confident face. I distinctly remember that day my mood was horrible , i was upset but when i passed her....i was smiling, in a fraction of second my mood took complete 180 deg turn....i was happy ...this was the magic of the moment i shared..

This is the magic i shared with these unknown faces, unknown stories.....wish i could share with you all....wish i could have a camera installed in front of my bike to take pictures whenever there is something so magical, so beautiful and inspiring... wish my idea would be legal in few days and i can have this innovative idea on front page of "economic times - power of idea" section :)

Till then...just "see" through my words :)

falling in love again....

It was past mid night... n I whispered "I want Icecream" ....he looked across the road to see if the shop was still open, it wasn't...
few seconds back, i with my girlish essence asked again...."i want icecream".
He got up, put on his jeans...took bike keys n said..."chal, lets go".
jumping with excitement...I in my night pyjama...cross checked if its okay to go out in this "avtaar"....wore the sandals n followed him happily..

it was cool outside...making it more beautiful.
"it was nice in US, the shops used to 24 * 7 open, isn't it? " ....i said "nope, its nicer here...searching for ice cream at this moment".
we reached the main road...fewer vehicles, open empty road...some "night riders" .... n there we saw a "icecream vaalaa" around the corner.
"should we take it from here" ? i said..."nope, lets go ahead, if we dnt get anywhere else, we will get it from here..." I didnt even bother what if he "wasn't" here till then !!!! :) It was just the ride i was enjoying...
after a while we found 2-3 more "gaadees" ....we took a U turn...n finally settled to one "kulfi vala".
"you have anything? " ... i knew he wont disappoint us :) pista is my usual choice in kulfi...
"malai n gulkand hai" .....
"wow...malai dena....well....umm..uh...thoda gulkand bhi" ....i was ready to explore new tastes :)
he gave us in one plate.....i looked around to sit for a while..there it was, a perfectly situated bench .... such a bliss to have at that time.
we sat on that beautiful bench...talked about our happy future...n finished up the most tasty kulfi i ever had in my entire life :D

while returning...took some more for family...

somewhere in my imaginary world...the song " falling in love again....." was playing in its finest tune ever .....

innocence personified....

Day before yesterday, i was walking down with my kid to nearby shop to get Rakhis. To my surprise he was very happy to walk with his one hand firmly holding mine...or was it vice versa :)...

we were quite. He was busy observing each n every vehicle that passed us and naming them enthusiastically...Riksha, motorcycle..car..bhubhu doggy doggy...yeah sometimes he repeats doggy just like bhu-bhu :)

i didn't ask my usual questions like "what did u do today" or "what u had for food" ....i enjoyed that little , silently connected walk of ours.

we reached our destination, the general store. As soon as he saw the shop with multicolor balls hanging on the door, he ran in.... i got busy selecting the rakhis. His eyes wandering and trying to catch every glimpse of surrounding...looking for the things he would love to get his hands on.. I just had a look at the small aisle crowded with all weird things starting from books to small buckets ...from mugs to bangles....and ofcource a enthusiastic child :) Just made sure he is safe among all such glittering gizmo before returning to the rakhi selection.

By the time i was done with my rakhi selection ,which i am sure was just a matter of few minutes, he was there standing with his new possession ( yeah once its in his hand, he already has possessed it ;)

He stood there looking at the new "Car"...

"wow, nice car, let me see it" ....well he is my kid, didn't fall for such lousy comment, he didn't hand it over to me :)

it was silver color with beige sit covers convertible car. I picked up 2-3 more fancy bright color cars but he was firm he wanted to get the one in his hands. Had to pay the shopkeeper "guessed" price :) and we started way back to home...but this was different journey all together.

No other 2/3/4 wheeler was of any importance :)

As soon as we were out, he wanted the car out of the plastic cover...60% was done and it was already on the road ....he just sat there in the middle of the road driving his brand new car.. I somehow managed to get him up and pursue to park the car in his hand till we reach home. He looked unhappy but still excited.

I couldn't stop smiling with his next move...he held my right hand and his right hand managing to hold the big car...he kept on driving it...on his Tummy !!! :D :D

This reminded me about a conversation i recently had with a friend, "as we grow up , the things which makes us happy decreases...so may be when we grow very old, there might be just 1 or 2 things which can give us pleasure, which will make us smile ".

So true isn't it?

The twinkle in my kid's eyes after each new thing in his life ......

yes, i have one immortal thing to be happy about. :)

Bad memory..good memory

Do you have strong bad memory or good memory?
do u remember bad instances or good instances??

A friend said, we tend to memorise "bad things happened to us" for longer span....
Thought about it and happy that the theory doesnt hold true for me ...

what about you???

बूंदे...

Was chatting with my dear friend today...we talk like this...anything...crazy stuff...

jo bhi dimag me aya..bola...vaise ke vaise likha hai ....ab padh rahi hu to lag raha hai..bich bich me kitne english words use karti hu !!! shyaaaa.....

जब किसी वॉल से पानी की धारा बहती है॥

देखा तो होगा कई बार

एक एक बूँद नीचे नीचे आती है

उपर वाली बूँद पता नही क्यू लगता है फास्ट है

नीचे वाली बूँदोसे...

और जैसेही उन्हे आके मिलती है

कभी देखा है?

दोनो कैसे एक हो जाते है

जैसे कभी 2 अलग थे ही नही

रुकते नही॥

और आगे जाते है.....और बूंदे समाते है

जब 2 बूंदे मिलती है...एक हल्का सा jerk होता है

जब वो merge होते है॥

पीछे कुछ नही रहता.....

एक तेजिसे आ जाती है उनमे...

और दौड़ने लगते है........

बूंदे...

Blessed.....

The one who will just see in my eyes and understand why i am so irritated,
why i am taking frustrations on him,
why i am crying for stupid reasons ,
listen to my tantrums just because he knows i am not in good mood..
wont take anything personally even when i say "F%$* Y*$" :) or "Get Lost"
The one who will still take me in his arms and cool me down n ask..."whats bothering you honey"...

The one I truly love...
will i be blessed with such love???

hmm..... i guess its time to ask..do u make someone feel so blessed??

i wanna discover myself.....i wanna be blessed n i wanna bless :)

शब्दे विण संवादू....

ऑफिस ला जातानाच्या घाईत तिला स्कूटी च्या आराश्यातून मागुन येणारया बाईक चा headlight चालू दिसला ...तिने twinkle twinkle little star ची action केली पुढच्या वेळी आरश्यात बघितले तेंवा headlight off होता :) ती खुश झाली

सिग्नल ला गाडी थांबली ...तिच्या शेजारी उभ्या टोणग्याने पचकन थुन्कून धरती पावन केली....तिने एक जळजळीत कटाक्ष टाकला , आळीपाळीने एकदा बिचारःया धरनी माय कड़े अणि एकदा त्या @#^%$ कड़े...

तिचा पुढचा सिग्नल green असताना दुसर्या बाजूची वाहने संधि-साधू पणा करू लागली..तिने होते नव्हते सगळे बळ एकवटून जोरात horn वाजवला आणि तिचा पुढे जाण्याचा हक्क बजावला ...


रात्री साडेनाऊ वाजता बॉसने विचारले , आज EOD (??!!) पर्यंत होईल ना पूर्ण ?? एक दीर्घ सुस्कारा सोडून ती नुसतीच हसली...


११ वाजता टाटा करून निघत असताना सहकारी खुणेने विचारले drop?? तीही निग्रहाने बाइक च्या keys दाखवून डोळे मिचकावून थॅंक्स म्हणाली ...


एक दिवस संपलेला असतो....दुसर्‍या दिवसाची मूकपणे वाट बघत...


ता . क. : इथे तिच्या बाळाच्या आणि तिच्या मूक संवादाचे वर्णन करावे एवढे सामर्थ्य माझ्या शब्दात नाही....

Gone are the days....

Just posting a mail thread shared recently between friends...
The below is my reply to the Paragraph which follows it:

I am one of them :) still remember growing up when boon was lazy enough to run a single…
In college, when some lecture was too difficult to understand, we used to name it as “klusner’s sixers”….
When I got scolded by my big bro for having posters of Rahul dravid all over my room J (that was 12th ..critical year of life ;) )
Still remember me n my bro used to play in our small Hall where he would be Lara n I would be Kumble or he would be Walsh n I would be Tendlya…
Miss the silly events when I started hating saurav cos he “runout” my dravid :)
When I used to sit at the same place when tendlya was in 90ties.
Cried with joy when shrinath n kumble won the match by their batting …remember???
Felt so proud of shrinath when he helped Kumble’s 10 wicket record by not getting any wicket by himself …
Felt so damn proud when Prasad pointed at pavilion to aamir sohail after he was clean bowled…

Oh so many so many so many lovely memories…

Oh nostalgia….i better complete the traceability matrix first :) :(



p.s. I will surely stop watching cricket after Tendlya n dravid retires.....just the way I stopped women’s tennis after Steffi retired.

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The change of guard in Indian cricket has pulled the rug out from under the feet of a generation of cricket watchers
Siddhartha Vaidyanathan
November 7, 2008

The events of the last few weeks are freaking me out. Anil Kumble has gone, Sourav Ganguly will go, and the other three may not be far behind. I assume there is a large group of cricket fans in their mid-to-late 20s, like me, who are grappling with the implications. This transition is messing with our minds.
Let me explain. For many of us cricket began in November 1989. Pictures of what went before are too hazy. I remember Allan Border lifting the World Cup but don't recall what I was doing then. So I can't connect Australia's World Cup win to my own life.
Sachin Tendulkar spoilt us. He commanded that we sit in front of the television sets. He ensured we got late with homework, he took care of our lunch-break discussions. He was not all that much older than us, and some of us naïve schoolboys thought we would achieve similar feats when we were 16. We got to 16 and continued to struggle with homework.
Then came Kumble and the two undertook a teenager-pampering mission not seen in India before. Tendlya walked on water, Jumbo parted seas. Our mothers were happy that we had nice heroes - down-to-earth prodigy and studious, brilliant bespectacled engineer. They were honest, industrious sportsmen, embodying the middle class.
When we thought we had seen everything, they reversed roles - Tendlya bowled a nerve-wracking last over in a semi-final, Jumbo played a match-winning hand with the bat. We were such spoilt brats that we pined for openers and fast bowlers. We cursed the side for not winning abroad. Such greed.
Economists would probably have predicted the bursting of the bubble. We had a deluge instead. One fine day at Lord's we got a glimpse of two new saviours: Delicate Timing and Immaculate Technique. Suddenly my group of eight friends was split into two camps. You were either with Ganguly or Dravid. In that period we even took Kumble and Tendulkar for granted. It was adolescent indulgence taken to the extreme.
When we played cricket on the streets, we had a number of choices. Left-handers were thrilled, defensive batsmen were happy, extravagant stroke-makers were delighted, the short boys didn't need to feel left out anymore, spectacles became cool, and freaky bowling actions were no more laughed at.
In such a state of bliss did we live our lives. We flunked important exams, shed tears over girls, crashed bikes, had drunken parties, choked on our first cigarettes, and felt utterly confused about our futures. But every time we felt low, we had an escape route. One glimpse of Dada stepping out of the crease, or Jam leaving a sharp bouncer alone, or Kumble firing in a yorker, was an uplifting experience. So what if India lost? Could any of those Pakistani batsmen even dream of batting like Sachin or VVS?


My generation needs to brace itself for this exodus. Some of my friends have been talking of needing to revaluate their own careers

I remember Ganguly and Dravid soaring in Taunton, mainly because it was the day I got my board-exam results. And boy, did that provide some much-needed relief. I remember Tendulkar's blitz against Australia in Bombay because my dad, who thought cricket was a waste of time, sat through every ball. So connected were these cricketers to my growing up.
Now, after close to 20 years, my generation needs to brace itself for this exodus. Some of my friends, crazy as this sounds, have been talking of needing to revaluate their own careers. Others are realising they need to recalibrate their childhood definitions of cricket. "Part of me just died," said a college friend who was the kind of extreme cricket buff who memorised scorecards. "No Dada, no Jumbo. I'm positive I'll stop watching after Sachin and Rahul retire."
These players were not only outstanding cricketers but also great statesmen. However hard they competed, they were always exceptional role models. Now we dread the next wave of brashness and impetuosity. Harbhajan Singh and Sreesanth are talented cricketers, but there's no way anyone would want a young kid to emulate either. The younger crop seems worse - a visit to some of their Orkut and Facebook pages tells you enough - and things may only get cruder in a cricket world when you can make a million dollars in a little over three hours.
"Our childhood is ending," said a friend from school, and in some way he was probably spot on. Tendulkar's retirement may mean a lot of things to a lot of people, but for a generation of 25- to 30-year-olds it will mark the end of the first part of their lives. Switching on the television the day after will be a serious challenge.

Life Is Complex...

मला असे काहीतरी वाक्यं टाकुन गप्प बसायची सवय लागली आहे....

Happy New Year !!!

नविन वर्षाच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा !!!
Wish ...whatever you have wished to happen in the new year...happens :)

The Boy On the Splendor....

i wrote this subject and don't know why i remember about "The man who never was"....
anyways...bad start...
i want to write about this boy on the splendor..saw today at camp while coming to office..
a decent looking in his early twenties riding on his bike....whats so special??
special is he was carrying a bunch of newspapers..he was a newspaper delivery boy.
well again..whats so special??
well the attitude, the appearance of the boy...
looked like well educated just outta college boy... the first thing my friend said "vatat nahi na paper taknara asel"
somehow it wasn't my first thought....
i thought..." he is doing good , being independent...atleast kahi tari kaam tar karat ahe"
I really felt respect for this fellow...

there might be hundreds of them... doing something, struggling to make their place in this BIG world.. thinking no work is of less important.

and here i am ....or even u?? cribbing about the work we do in office...not of my standards, not challenging enough.....
from now onwards, whenever i get such thought...will close my eyes and think of the boy on the splendor with full of attitude which says...i am gonna make my special place here ....

i want to be music composer....

yupe...
i want to be music composer....
For me they are the greatest people in the world...
give so much...so much to common creatures like us...

I am really greatful to them...ofcource only the good ones ;)

S.D ...you top the list .
cant imagine the loss in my life if you werent there !!!! just cant.
these great people will make you relax, smile....forget all damn worries ..

yes i repeat...you are the greatest of all !!!!
Hats Off.

गुलाबी थंडी

आज पुण्यात मस्त गारवा आहे
या क्षणी जे जे लोक मस्त दुलईत साखरझोप घेत आहेत त्या सगळ्या लोकांचा मला प्रचंड हेवा वाटत आहे :)

एवढे दोन शब्द बोलून मी माझे भाषण संपवते
जय हिंद जय महाराष्ट्र !

FAQ.....

I wish there would be FAQs for all the questions of life...
today my friend is unhappy...dammit where is the FAQ for this one? google , bing , yahoo???
what should i do ? how can i get a smile ?? is there , is there any good FAQ with answers ofcource :)
this post will be updated soon.....
right now let me just publish it as it is n send it to my friend .... i hope that will bring a little smile :)

SuperMom :)

No post since i m back in India.....well that says it all....i am in "India"..
Hardly any time for myself,dedicated to only Me n my soul :(

last few months busy like hell ....
Possession of new home, furniture, project work, MPL ( will come to this interesting topic later in the post :) )....
oh was feeling like a Super Mom or something like that...
Okie first thing first ....
Got our second baby ....OUR FIRST HOME !!!
yeah i would call it our second baby cos after Ved's birth it was the most happy day in my life...
we planned for it, we waited so long....we saw it developing day by day.... we proudly show the pics to our friends n family....we shopped for it ..... we were anxious till we get it in our hands :)...and the moment...the golden moment when i got the keys....oh i couldn't stop the happy tear .... :D
Getting the final check from bank, possession formalities.... bavdhan-golibar maidan-prabhat road-pashan ....
Then came the difficult part...getting furniture...looking for resources ( is my IT career ruining me, i wanted to say carpenter instead i wrote resources !!whats happening to me !!!) ..finalising designs , patterns (here again !!!)
talking with "mistri ji" and solving their problems.."madam stool nahi mil raha !! madam light kam hai !! aaj to sab chutti pe hai"...
getting small small necessities...tube light (i first time realised there are so many types of a simple tubelight !!! n the rate is too much than i thought would be ;) )....getting the "grill wala"
Doing Puja on the decided auspicious day ...DhanTrayodashi :)

n all this only possible on wkends....wk me project work..tight schedules..deadline...missing the 6 pm bus...PMT jindabad...
lets talk abt happy things only..so not elaborating more on this :)

happy things...hmm MPL...wondering whats that? its Microsoft Premium League :)
yeah we had mini version of 20-20 ....6-6 :) for Microsoft group...
n i was playing :) bowling batting....after almost 8 yrs !!!
Oh it was fun....it was fun as it used to be in college....
the format of the MPL was exactly like IPL.....players, brand ambassadors , bidding for the players....
OH...it was fun :) I played till semi final :) n i played ok good :)
oh yeah..how can i forget MPL grand finale.....the closing ceremony...my two teammates dragged me into a group dance...arey yaar...dance kiye hue bhi 8 yrs ho gaye... i kept on denying but then inside deep in my heart...there was old mugdha saying..arey ab nahi to fir kab...u r still young mugs...go ahead...
n i finally did succumb to their pressure....the dance went too good...enjoyed truly !!! thanks sumi n arpi...

n finally...now when i hear my baby say .."aai ".....feel i achieve too much in these last few months...
my baby is now exploring the beauty of talking ..... its a lovely ..i would say BEST feeling when u hear those first words....it gives a immense feeling of achievement :D
feels like a SuperMom ....all thanks to my SuperBaby :D

The Best of Good...

With a great enthusiasm i entered the city library not sure if we need to pay for the books as we do in India. Asked the assistant ," um..do we have to pay anything? " ..." oh no nothing" she said....n you can issue at a time 100 books !!! Oh my God, I am in heaven I thought.

So much to read in such a short period....I picked up 3-4 books for me n 3-4 for Ved.

Next day picked up one , started reading it....Break ....at evening again continued.....umm break again. Now the duration of breaks were clearly winning over the reading time. N it was already time to return the books. I couldn't even read a single one !! What was happening to me??

Many trips to library went in vain ..in the similar fashion.

I was now being sure..i lost it. I lost my power of reading and finishing a book :(

Few days back, while i was searching for my one of the fav Jeffery Archer book , I couldnt get it quickly and instead i picked up a book called " The Best of Good" ..I didnt know the author (sara lewis) , i had never heard of the book...I simply picked up because the cover was very good and i found the name interesting. I didnt even bother to go at the back and read whats the story about , what are the reviews... Just one thought came to my mind...what will it have? no murder no mystery.....no philosophy, what will it have?? will i really enjoy it?

hmm...lets see...with my current records, i might not even open it !!!

And at night i opened this book...

The story was about Good, Tom Good...a very different man. I finished the small chapter and thought is he mentally retarded or something?? Has he done something terribly wrong in his life? why is he so weird? But one thing was sure....i found the book very easy going, smooth . I like such books. I remembered which was the last book i thought so smooth ...Arundhati Roy's God of small things i guess...

I finished my dinner and again started reading Good's lifestory....

About his love, respect to his elder sister, he says in the starting chapter he owes her too much..why?

Being a fiction/criminal novel lover, my mind was at its creative best and thought about she might have saved him from going to jail or something ..etc etc.

I continued reading.

Good came to know about his long time love and about the child she has , a boy with striking similarity to Good. Is it his?? If Yes why did she hide it for 10 long years?

Whats going in Good's mind? Is he happy/ sad/worried/angry /surprised / confused?? Or everything mixed up?

We can feel the emotions running deep down his mind. I purposely said emotions in his mind n not in his heart..because that's the way Good is.

He is the founder of a popular band. A great guitar player. But works as a bartender.

Why?

Whats the deal with him? why does he buy cloths only once in a year that too from one specific place. Whenever he is upset or happy he locks himself in the closet which is his soundproof music room. He never interacts to neighbors. He doesn't like people as such.

He wants to meet his son and wants to be liked by him.

He does everything possible so that they connect. But they don't.

We came to know why he is under a great guilt, why has he said No to beauty of Life , to the pleasures of Life.

He is living under the tremendous guilt of his elder brother Jack's death. Had he said something to stop his drunken brother to go on a ride. Had he just ....

He idols George Harrison. He is his God.

There is one chapter of just few lines...." George Harrison died " ...don't know why but i cried like a baby..

Good falls in love with his neighbor , divorced with 4 kids but she declines.

All bad things happen when he decides to change for good. To change for a better life.

The journey of Good is simple, beautiful and something we can really feel.

The end is as we expected ; Happy and brings a tear of joy.

We feel satisfied ....we feel good.... as if Good is our Best friend .