Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wrinkles
these quiet moments
teach you...tell you
so many things
which can not be told
by spoken words...
Sometimes when I sit quietly
sipping hot coffee,
going through all the small details
Big decisions,
Wrong mistakes,
Fractional temptations,
leading to deep frustrations...
all these are taking you somewhere...
I will call it - Evolving everyday
its all part of growing everyday!!
I was observing my reflection
on the window panel,
I could see wrinkles on my face
It's a sign...
that I have struggled and fought so far...
I showed up all the time..
I have to give some credit to myself for that...
I realized, I have EARNED those wrinkles...
I'm not growing old
I'm becoming richer inside.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Talking eyes
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
change
“The boy knew lot of people in the city. That was what made traveling appeal to him-he always made new friends, and he didn’t need to spend all of his time with them. When someone sees the same people everyday, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming a part of that person’s life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own. “
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Few...
Few moments
Have taken my breath away
Few monsoons
Have carried my home away
Few dreams
Have taken my sleep away
Few risks
Have taken my future away
Few people
Have shaken my belief away!
Monday, April 5, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
It can't be
Many thoughts are stuck inside me,
I’m not allowing them to come out.
I’m doubtful whether it is right enough to spell them out…
We have many boundaries which we have created for ourselves,
I feel I’m trapped in that somewhere…
I have to help myself,
this phase in life has been really long …as far as I remember..
I’m just standing still
With same thoughts
Same questions
Unbearable answers
Contradictory situations
And a hopeful heart….
That doesn’t allow me to express myself loudly
Its keeps murmuring something or the other
And I keep resisting myself.
It’s like a war between two people inside you
One is good and the other is bad!!
Negative side of our own is difficult to accept…
Bad person is making me stubborn, doubtful, closed and judgmental
Good person is making me neutral …
I always say, everyone is right at their place,
Situations make them good or bad.
At this time, I can’t say both are right at their places…
It can not be.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
nice forward mail
Friday, March 12, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Home
“So what does “home” mean for me?
I guess…it’s the one place I can be dressed in pajamas all day long; where the cook doesn’t raise his eyebrows if I have ice cream for breakfast, lunch and dinner ( no, I’ve never actually done that!); where I can leave my paint brushes to dry alongside my toothbrush and where I don’t have to ask permission to use the oven at 2am for firing porcelain bowls that I decorated with ceramic paint the night before. It’s where I can be rude to my house partner yet neither he nor I can throw the other out. Where we mute all the T.V. commercials and instead of being polite about watching mindless junk, we can have furious arguments; where I can have guests who irritate me rather than be the one who irritates my host; where I am the one whose signature is requested by couriers who wake me up in the afternoons.
In short, it’s the place where I can behave badly to my heart’s content! A rare and pleasurable treat."
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
over heard conversation -II
Yesterday while going back home I heard this -
An old man was standing in the semi crowded bus and his wife sitting next to me, enquiring about the address they wanted to go.
One person stepped on his feet while going ahead in the bus.
Old man: Arre dekho to sahi…
After sometime another person stepped on his feet while going ahead.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Love!!
Marriage
The bride first. Jenny stood facing me and recited poem she had selected. It was very moving, perhaps especially to me, because it was a sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett:
"When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire…
From the corner of my eye I saw Phil Cavilleri, pale, slack-jawed, eyes wide with amazement and adoration combined. We listened to Jenny finish the sonnet, which was in its way a kind of prayer for
A place to stand and love in for a day,
with darkness and death hour rounding it."
Then it was my turn. It had been hard finding a piece of poetry I could read without blushing. I mean, I couldn't stand there and recite lace-doily phrases. I couldn't. But a section of Walt Whitman's Song of the Open road, though kind of brief, said it all for me:
… I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Books I read in 2009
While relaxing on hammock at Kelva beach resort, I thought of writing the first post of new year and that is the list of Marathi and English books I read in the whole year of 2009.
2. Shala - Milind Bokil
3. Bandh anubandh - Kamal Padhye
4. My Autobiography - Charles Chaplin
5. P.S. I love you - Cecelia Ahern
6. The winner stands alone - Paulo Coelho
7. Like the flowing water - Paulo Coelho
8. The old man and the sea - Ernest Hemingway
9. Tales from the country matchmaker - Patricia Warren.
10. Atlas shrugged - Ayn Rand ( I was reading this from Sept.07 till May 09 )
11. The curious incident of the dog in the night time - Mark Haddon
12. Bhool bhulaiya - V.P. Kale
13. Vapunchi Manse - V.P. Kale
14. Stay hungry, stay foolish - Rashmi Bansal
15. Curfewed night - Basharat Peer ( currently reading )
16. Two States - Chetan Bhagat ( currently reading )
17. TOTTO-CHAN, The little girl at the window - Tetsuko Kuroyanagi
translated by Dorothy Britton ( currently reading )