Why does it always rain on 30th june???

30th June , it was just 1st hour and 52 minutes had passed when my maa and paa brought me in this world that was 24 years ago. It was a rainy, dark and scary night.

Maa once told me that it was raining heavily that night when I was born ever since then whatever Birthdays I remember; it always rains heavily in Maharashtra on every 30th June. Even now as I am typing this blog with the view of heavy pouring from my balcony.

Now, I know why I share this special connection with the season because this was one of the very first things I was introduced to as I came in this world…

24th birthday blog 1

Crap !!! I just hate this but the problem is though I dislike it but I won’t do anything about it not that I can not but I will not because no matter what this person means a lot to me. Irrespective of how annoying and stupid he is but ultimately he is my own…

Today I was expecting him, usually he turns up early in the morning or late in the evening actually he is not at all predictable but still after spending 24 years of your age with him you can predict something. So ma was ready with her awesome food and I was about to eat my brunch and some emergency had struck so I had to rush urgently. I left my brunch and was getting dressed up.

Suddenly, he knocked on the door. As I saw him and I told him about the emergency, his first reaction was crazy he screamed on top of his voice for it. I got mad but what to do I was helpless but his reaction was annoying. He told me that my emergency can wait but I kept on pleading it was a matter of someone’s life n death.

He didn’t budge, he was hardly bothered, he got pissed with me that I didn’t have time for him. I kept pleading that I need 20 mins and then the entire day was his but no effects on him. He got up and left without wishing me on my 24th B’day :(

Back to school...

I woke up at 7 am, not so usual because normally I wake up after 12 noon in fact to be awake at early morning hours I kept myself up till 5.30 but ultimately I had to sleep for mere 180 minutes. It was the first day of school for this session for my eight years old cousin.

We, which includes my mommy, my cousin and me hurried on my bike because we didn’t want to get late for school the very first day. As we neared the school one could feel the school’s existence at least 500 mtrs before the giant school gate. All the worried and concerned parents had blocked the road with their two and four wheelers. I was amazed at the parliamentary noisy chaos in front of an all girls primary school.

Since bike parking was impossible mommy had to escort my cousin all by herself, leaving me to observe the million shades and emotions in the crowd. I was sitting on my bike looking at the parents carrying their girl’s baggage, some their girls along with the baggage and some just waving good byes with smile. Some parents had curious expressions, some had assuring and some had none to display.

Most of the girls were flaunting their recent school shopping which included new uniform, bag, water bottle, lunch boxes etc. some of the girls who were in their old uniforms and also were carrying most of the old stuff but whether old or new all girls that I saw had an excitement in their eyes. They had a remarkable zeal which gets difficult to spot in the grown up eyes.
All this took me back to my school days, I felt like I was midway in this journey neither I am a kid nor a parent but somehow I could relate to both the sides!

And I long for thee...

This my first blog dedicated to someone, truly from the depth of my thoughts and from the bottom of my heart...

I know i kinda sound romantic but I am not, in fact i am just recovering from the vaccum that my last (365 days old) break up has caused. YES, it took me that long to gulp down the bitter truth that we are not together anymore. Seven years of chasing infinite dreams leading to one man. This ordinary guy meant everything to me and i had built my whole life around him...

I miss being madly in love with him but I guess life moves on. The very fact that I am still alive proves that I am not the suicidal types. I dont know may be i am way too selfish to sacrifice my life or may be I love myself too much?

I have gone too lethargic in the process of overcoming broken heart. I really like this particular line which says,"If you like something, then whole universe conspires for you to get it" too filmy though but I kinda like it.

I know what I like but am i doing something to get it? Honestly NO, i am not. So now I have decided to chase my small small goals, something that I desperately want in my life. So my top priorities are as follows:

• Weightloss Min 35 Kgs
• To find a way which would take me abroad for good
• To read as much as I can...

Finally, I know this stubborn ass is never going to read my blog ever in this lifetime but I really really love him, truly and there are no second thoughts about it ;)

Scary Marksism

This one’s for you Chetan!

The special edition of Maharashtra Times, on the occasion of 48th anniversary is focused on youth. The guest editor for this edition is world renowned author Chetan Bhagat. Following is the brief on Chetan’s thoughts for Maharashtra Times readers…
The communication mediums are getting stronger day by day. Today I am here as a guest editor is because of twitter. Invitation of Maharashtra Times anniversary and an opportunity to interact with all of you has been given to me by this medium only. I get to know about point of view and feedback from the young generation about my books, my write ups and their lifestyle through internet. These young readers have introduced their generation to me.

Today’s special edition focuses on the thought process of young generation. If you ask me about it then the life today’s youth revolves around career and romance. These are the two major things, which are on their hit list. Folks who interact with me, they tell me about that only. Of course there are a lot of other things than love. I am on the panel of a channel’s anchor hunt. The contestants there are capable but they lack willingness to increase their capabilities. One should be curious about knowing things. Let it be Bhopal Gas Tragedy or IPL, one should know things in depth especially the youth. Today’s youth has to be curious. Our education system lacks creativity. We don’t teach our children to think. That’s one of the reasons why we lag behind as compared to foreign countries. We can promote the cost effective IT engineers to the world however the platforms like google, yahoo and facebook haven’t come from an Indian mind, even though we have millions of software engineers.
Youth is not keen on politics, however well qualified and good politicians can inspire them. This is like that only. Marathi youth is too simple. Maharashtra has got its own culture but its promotion is dependent on the efforts of Marathi Man. Food and Music are main components of Punjab’s culture. Punjabis have dominated the pop music in India. What is stopping Marathi man from opening a Maharashtrian cuisine restaurant and promote it all over? Since Mughals didn’t have so much of active presence in Maharashtra , the Maharashtrian culture remained untouched. It should be preserved and more and more people should be incorporated in it.

S.S.C. results are out. A lot of people have got 100% and that has put folks who got 90% under pressure. I sincerely want to tell the youth that marks aren’t everything in life. Though I secured 76% in tenth and 85% in twelfth, I am still leading a wonderful life. You can do a lot in life even though you didn’t score well. I strongly feel that this should reach the youth the communication media. Youth should also be keen on learning.

- Courtesy Maharashtra Times –June 18, 2010

- Translated by Rashmi Agrawal (please excuse mistakes if any this is my first attempt of translation)

Anguish

Lonely is what I feel,
Loner is what he called...
Love is what I meant,
Dominance is what he got...
Patience is what I have,
Silence is what I got...
Peace is what I desired,
Violence is what he offered...
Faith is what I wanted,
Betrayal is what he gifted...
Simple was my definition,
Complicated is what he defined...
I am the one punished,
Though he has been forgiven!

When God has to bribe...

Kids, gods true gift to mankind...
This blog is based on a minor but quite humorous incident that took place a while ago...
This refers to this tiny-winy 4 yrs old kiddo from the neighbourhood. This kiddo, though isn't my mothers by blood but by everything she belongs to us...
This little miss sunshine is always whirling around when I am home even when i am not...
Needless to say she spins our world in 360 degrees, love her or hate her but you cant ignore her...
This evening mom in her one of those million attempts to impress God was busy in her evening prayers. My mother has strong belief that fear of lord is one of those hefty pillars in a child's upbringing so at least twice if not more children should pray...
Now since mom was away from home for quite sometime, our little miss sunshine had forgotten all her prayers. So today when mom was about to pray, our miss sunshine went near her n asked her if she had offered something sweet to god which after prayers can be consumed by family members. When mom showed her the plate of sweets, our miss sunshine innocently said, "Oh! so now I have to recite the entire prayer for sweets?"