Friday, June 25, 2010


Sometimes I wonder
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

I always gets fascinated by eyes. They talk a lot! You don't need words, sometimes a glance is also sufficient to explain things. whenever I meet somebody for the first time the first thing I notice is one's eyes and then smile. I look directly into the eyes and I think it shows few qualities of the person. when you greet somebody with or without the smile or the amount of smile on your face talks a lot about you as a person :)

Friday, May 21, 2010


I have got a new sketch book with colourful I'm doodling a lot!

Thursday, May 6, 2010


“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. “

The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho

Wednesday, April 7, 2010


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

one liner

I read it somewhere -

Losing your mind is a luxury for middle class people!

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

God doesn't give you the people you want. He gives you the people you NEED - To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into the person you were meant to be.

Friday, March 12, 2010


Saying "I love you" is a conversation, not a message. - Douglas Stone

Friday, February 26, 2010


“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."

By author Manjula Padmanabhan

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.

Old man: Yeh boot pahanewale logonko patahi nahi chalta shayad kisine chappal bhi pahani hai!

I kept thinking about his statement.

Thursday, February 18, 2010


'Hey, Oliver, did I tell you that I love you?'
' No, Jen.'
' Why didn't you ask me?'
' I was afraid to, frankly.'
' Ask me now'.'
'Do you love me, Jenny?'
She looked at me and wasn't being evasive when
she answered:
' What do you think?'
'Yeah. I gues. Maybe.'
I kissed her neck.
' Oliver?'
'I don't just love you...'
'Oh Christ, What was this?'
' I love you very much, Oliver.'

Love Story , Erich Segal


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?

Shall we stick by each other as long as we live? "

Love Story by Erich Segal

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.

1. Siddhartha- Hermann Hesse

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 )