दिवस असे की कोणी माझा नाही अन मी कोणाचा नाही

प्रश्नांचे हे एकसंधसे तुकडे
त्यावर नाचे मनीचे अबलक घोडे
या घोड्याला लगाम शोधत आहे
पण मजला गवसत नाही

दिवस असे की कोणी माझा नाही
अन मी कोणाचा नाही

The Atlas of Universe

There's a Sale going on in Landmark bookstore. I bought few books from there at nice discount. Most of the books are full of pictures which are usually expensive. One of them is "The Atlas of Universe". It has pictures and information about all heavenly bodies like planets, asteroids, comets, nebulas etc. Their pictures are mind-boggling.

At the start, the book describes the planets in our Solar System. Each planet represents something. For example, Mercury is the Messenger of Greek Gods, Neptune is of Water. I haven't read the book "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus". But from this Atlas, I know how that book's name must have come. Venus represents the Greek Goddess of Love whereas Mars represents the Greek God of Wars. The funnier part is that Venus is the hottest planet of our solar system. :D It's not that I completely agree with the name of the book "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus", but it's the general perception or rather, the perception generalized.

A thing about Bombayites I could realize again - mutual understanding.

That girl in Yellow Boots

A story of a British girl Ruth and her journey to find her hardly known Indian father in India. Nicely, the film portrays her urge to find her father, the profession she has to choose to earn money, her boyfriend's nuisance and her patience towards it, paternal love she gets from a stranger who turns to assume more than required rights on her, her struggle to find her father and then in the end, her reaction when she meets him. Movie has nice plot, nice direction and awesome roles played by the actors. I'll give 4 stars to it.

Kalki is amazing. It's her only second movie that I've watched and looks like I'm going to watch her other movies too. I couldn’t believe that this patient and smart Ruth is the same possessive and fastidious rich girl in ZNMD. I'll give 5 stars for her acting.

Movie has shown four different important characters. First is, of course, Ruth herself. She has perfect control on her emotions. She never looked helpless even though she succumbed to her boyfriend's nuisance, his forceful and demanding nature and also to his enemies. Second character is her boyfriend who is exactly opposite. Even though Ruth sacrifices a lot to bring him out of his problem, it's he who is helpless and not Ruth. He has no control on his emotions and hence doesn't get hold of her too. The third character was Naseeruddin Shah's. He is the stranger who gives Ruth his fatherly love and is away from the dirty values of the world. In spite of being a good human being, he cannot avoid the Indian mentality of assuming unnecessary rights on people we love. Fourth character is Ruth's father. One feels sick looking at his sickness. Movie has perfectly shown his weirdness from start to end.

Sunte The Hum Yeh Zindagi
Gham Aur Khushi Ka Mel Hai
Humko Magar Aaya Nazar
Yeh Zindagi Voh Khel Hai
Koi Sab Jeete Sab Koi Haar De
Apni To Haar Hai, Yaar Mere....

"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."

I don't believe this.

Mood of the day

The whole enthusiasm they are showing in supporting Anna is useless, until and unless they show the same in avoiding individual corruption.

Goa

A month ago, I with my project team had gone to Goa. Mohsin from my team has prepared this presentation using some facebook application. He had clicked all the photos which are part of this presentation.
We had enjoyed a lot there. Our return journey had extended by 24 hours because of rains. And we had amazing experience of it there.
A nice way to remember our memories in Goa! :)

Into The Plains of Goa And Ratnagiri Slideshow: Mohsin’s trip from Pune, Maharashtra, India to 4 cities Panvel (near Matheran), Sangli (near Kolhapur), Ratnagiri and Kudāl (near Tarkarli) was created by TripAdvisor. See another India slideshow. Create your own stunning slideshow with our free photo slideshow maker.

Lost

I started watching the series of "Lost". The first season is a story about the people who are travelling from Australia by plane and the plane crashes. They fall down to an island. Their communication has broken with the outside world because the trans-receiver on the plane stopped working. People who want to rescue them are searching at wrong place where they had had the last communication with them (people on the island). And the island is many miles away from that place.

Now here, at the island, some people are dead, some are wounded. There's a doctor among them, who tries to save people's lives there. And the story goes on. When you have no contact left with the world, all you need is to fulfill your basic needs. And at the place, where man hasn't reached, it's like going thousands of years back in the past. A new start! Still, people have their memories; memories of past. And the past makes them different from everyone else. A nice series to watch if you want to see how the human mind works in difficult situations. So far, I have loved watching it; hoping to get the same feel in later episodes too.

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
— Marilyn Monroe

Zindagi Milegi Na Dobara!

Clean movie, genuine humor, simple concept, simple characters and yet (rather hence) a nice movie! The movie doesn't have mirch masala. All incidents are of common scenarios that can happen in real life at the age of 23-25 or later. A must watch for all. I liked Farhan's character the most because of his ability to stay cool even when he was upset deep inside. Everyone acted very well. Even the short role by Deepti Naval who played Farhan's mother was very nice. And what to say about Nasuruddin Shah! I’m not eligible to rate him.
Along with good acting, deep diving, sky diving scenes were shown really nicely. I could actually derive vicarious pleasure while watching them.

A must watch! I’m planning to go once more ;)

वाचन

वाचन पुन्हा एकदा सुरु झालं. जुनी कवितांची वही बाहेर आली. पूर्वी कविता कधी तोंडीपाठ व्हायच्या ते कळायचं सुद्धा नाही. कंटाळा आला की वही काढायची आणि मोठ्याने कविता वाचायच्या, असा छंदच होता.. चंद्रशेखर गोखल्यांच्या चारोळ्या तर जशा रक्तात मुरलेल्या. पाडगावकरांच्या कवितासुद्धा कितीतरी लक्षात होत्या. त्यावेळी साहित्याचे स्त्रोत फारच मर्यादित होते तरी सुद्धा वही भरलेली असायची. आणि आज अथांग महासागर डोळ्यासमोर असताना सुद्धा वही कोरीच आहे. खरं तर, वही अस्तित्वातच नाहीये. पुरे झालं दुर्लक्ष! आता मात्र लिहायचं.. कितीतरी विषय खूप सुंदर असतात, वाचलेही जातात थोडेफार. पण बुद्धी फार तीक्ष्ण नसल्याने काही मनाच्या कोपऱ्यात विसावतात, काही थांगपत्ता लागू न देता भुरकन उडून जातात. आता मात्र लिखाणास पुन्हा सुरुवात करायची.चला तर मग.. आरंभ करू..
- प्रेरणा मिळाली कालच्या पुण्यातल्या FM वरच्या व्यक्ती आणि अभिव्यक्ती कार्यक्रमातल्या कवी किशोर कदम उर्फ सौमित्र यांच्या बोलण्याने!

farewell

Farewells are good sometimes. It was nice to hear, rather know, about myself :) I'm unconventional. I realized it today. :)

health boredom

I'm bored of being sick. First hyper-acidity which brought breathing issues, then weight losing which brought weakness, and now this horrible cold-cough. :( When am I going to get to spend Saturday nights doing interesting things??

exit

So the day is near.. when I'll have to leave my team. I'm not able to believe days went too fast and I completed one and half year here. I'm going to miss everything.. Our lunch talks which were filled with various kinds of discussions, debates right from politics to marriages; planning days which were like brainstorming picnics and of a good break, specially VCs where we passed time playing games, reading something good or doing one or other activity. I'm going to miss some or other thing related to everyone... like.. Saurabh's classes :P, his talks about sunsigns and corresponding natures, his tries to guess the sunsign by just observing the nature of the person, his frankness, Mohsin's Art which contains cartoon drawing, calligraphy, movies, songs, poetries, funny gazals and what not! I'm going to miss how I always made Ankur as a target to crack jokes on and who always took it sportingly, how I convinced Ali to exchange seats, Arvind's teasing and mine with him, Krishna's mischief which was turned on after long silence of months, his typical foreigner's attitude, his talks about France and other countries, Ravi's way of working, his sense of humor, his last praise which was completely surprising; everything... It's difficult to put all the memories in words. Till now, this was the best team. Galileo methodology's weird rules made such a good family here, it's difficult to go away.
But I believe, it's always better to leave a place with good memories than to have to leave it because of bad memories.

People have a bad habit of overrating me. When they realize my true potential they unnecessarily start underestimating me. I wish I wasn't that attractive by face, by behavior. I would have been more free.

"The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education."
- Albert Einstien

Yes, it is all childish.. Even writing this post!

From Nov 2010 till today -
- Planned to join GRE classes.
- Got admission, batch 7 to 8.30 in the morning.
- Class at 11.5 kilometers away from home and 16.5 from office.
- How will I be able to manage the travel? It's not Mumbai. -> Decided to buy bike.
- Looked for second hand bikes. Chak! Can't rely on them. -> Decided to buy a new bike.
- Looked for models, asked people, went to show rooms. Decided a model, collected all papers, bought the bike. All alone. (And still people say I can't manage without people. This is a digressing. Come back to the point).
- Learned to drive.
- Learned to drive in Pune.
- Class started. Jan 2011.
- Slept for only 4-5 hours a day. Saturday whenever possible, slept for 10-12 hours. Continued for 3 months. I remember how I would run from class whenever possible, just to get the sleep of one more hour at least that day.
- Journey to class by auto rickshaw. Why? Fear to drive in Pune's traffic. From class to office, PMT zindabaad. No time saving. Repented why I bought the bike.
- Got the permanent license, not so easily. Managed all the fights alone.
- Journey to class by auto rickshaw. Class to home by PMT, get the bike go to office.
- Later, all by bike. No rickshaw, no PMT. Started saving little time. No repenting anymore!
- Class over. March 2011. Started getting sleeps of 6 hours a day. Hush!!
- Product releases started, no time to study. Try every way to save even minutes to study.
- A day came - health went absolutely bad. Physically, mentally.
- Days went.
- Postponed GRE. Hush! Now I can prepare at my own pace. Or I can even drop the plan. No mood to decide it.
- Today - Sleep well! :) No repenting! Learned a lot.

नवीन माणसांना भेटणं म्हणजे विचारांना खाद्य पुरवणं. पूर्ण आयुष्य गेलं त्या जागेचा, मातृभाषेचा किती प्रभाव असतो नाही प्रत्येकावर!

doggerel?

इथे मी सोडून
सर्वच शहाण्यांची वस्ती आहे
मलाही तेच हवंय!
वेडं म्हणून का असेना
सगळ्यांमध्ये वेगळं म्हणून
उठून दिसण्याची मस्ती आहे

- मी

Tuzse naaraz nahi...

Jeene ke liye socha hi na tha, dard sambhalane honge
muskuraoon to, muskurane ke karz utaarne honge
muskuraoon kabhi to lagata hai
jaise hontonn pe karz rakhaa hai

Tujhase naaraaz nahi zindagi, hairaan hoon main
o hairaan hoon main
tere masoom savalon se pareshaan hooN main
o pareshaan hoon main

My Journey of Books

I remember my childhood. I remember those summer vacations when I used to get bored. I would wait for my exams to get over so eagerly and in a day or two I'd get bored. I would ask my mother what I should do. She would tell me to play something, I'd play and then come back and ask her the same. Even she didn't understand what to tell me more. Now I wish she had had an idea of giving me books to read. I'd have read many books. Atleast I'd have started reading. When I was in 9th standard, my Marathi teacher told me to read some books. I had read few small Marathi books like Vyakti Ani Valli, Batatyachi Chaal by Pu.La. Deshpande. And the other science teacher told me to read Mrutyunjay. That was the first huge book I had started reading. I had almost finished it. But then because of hype of S.S.C and H.S.C, I was supposed to concentrate more on regular studies. So the book reading stopped again. Then during engineering, it started reading again. But then I read only few books. Still I was not so fond of books. I had liked few of the Sidney Sheldon's books. Then I read “One night at call center” which I had liked a lot! I was amazed by the story. Who knew that there are still more a lot better books?

Then when I entered Amdocs, I met Sharan. I knew him as a geek and a purely techie guy. I had an impression that he might not have read even a single page besides his techie stuff. And just to tease him and to show him that I do something more than him, I told him that I read so and so book by Chetan Bhagat and that was awesome. He must have laughed inside at my stupidity and show off! :D Anyway, then after commenting on the poverty of the book, he told and later gave me to read The Kite Runner. I took 2-3 months to read that book. But when I had completed it, I understood what the good novel is! Later I came to know about this blog. And when I went through all the blog posts I was sunk into shocks, surprises, wonders, amazement, and what not! I loved the blog. It was the great source of information about books, reading. There I questioned about my existence till now. Like, I had just born then and wondered which world I was in till then. I feel ashamed sometimes! :(

Later, I started visiting book stores. I would pick up any book and buy as I didn’t know which is good and which is not. This way, I bought quite a good number of books to inspire myself. Whatever books I read after that, I have already blogged about them.

Few months back, I started reading Shantaram. I have never read such a huge book! The book doesn't have very difficult language. But while reading it, I realized that if I know meaning of all the words, then I'll enjoy it more. Meanwhile I was reading another Marathi book. I can understand Marathi very well and even if I don't know the word, I can figure out its meaning by its roots, prefix and suffix. And I enjoy it more. Hence, I decided to take a halt. My English vocabulary is very poor. My reading speed is pathetic. And because of this, I take a lot of time to read which doesn’t allow me to concentrate for long. I found people on goodread read 2-3 books in a week. Then getting inspired I decided to work on my vocabulary and speed of reading. I bought few books for it like - Word Power Made Easy, Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary, How to Read Better and Faster, All about Words.

Word Power is a good start when you want to work on your English vocabulary. One can read a session from it every day and get happiness. It is an excellent book to boost your efforts. Every day was awesome when I was reading this book. But I know I'm still an indigent.  The ocean is too large. I just need to keep swimming, keep swimming! All about Words is not my cup of tea yet. But I found some nice tips of reading there. The dictionary I bought is also good. You can just open it whenever you want, you'll get more than a dull way to learn words (puzzles, tips, concepts etc). It also has a CD which has software. If you are really hungry for words, you'll get much from it. How to read better and faster has nice tips of reading and some exercises too. That'll definitely help. If you want to be an avid, voracious reader then go for this book.

Then, other than books, I have got few applications installed on my iPod. These applications are nothing but word games, word tests. Search for tests for GRE/SAT. Search for any vocabulary application. There are lots of them. These games are helpful whenever I find free minutes. Playing with words is also a nice way to learn. Other than games, we can also find some podcasts about vocabulary. I found certain 2 minutes episodes, where each episode concentrates on a word or two and discusses about their meaning, their usage etc. Good when you are travelling in bus and can't read books.

The other source of words is watching English movies, soaps.

Some of the best tips to learn new words -

1) Read as much as you can and whenever you encounter new words, search for its meaning, check the pronunciation, speak up the word, and try to use it wherever possible.

2) Read anything, anywhere. Voracious readers don't leave even the food coupons and bus/train tickets.

3) Avoid making mistakes when you write/pronounce the words.

If I had known these tips few years ago, I'd have been definitely a lot better person. I don't want anyone to be deprived of knowledge just because he didn't find anyone to guide, like I hadn’t. And therefore this blog post!

Next, I want to improve also my writing. My writing is pathetic. I gave a friend a blog of another friend to read. He thought it was mine and exclaimed - "tu itna achchha kabse likhne lagi!" That was not my blog. :( That tells me I have a lot of scope to improve.

Honesty is not the best policy

Some people are very good in nature. They treat you very nicely and sometimes suddenly appear to be hiding things. We ignore once, twice. But later it becomes intolerable. It appears very disgusting to me. I don't know why but I can never tolerate lies. I get very tempered with such people. I believe I'm an honest person. And I expect next person to be the same. I could never understand a reason what makes them keep me away from the truth. In my opinion, stealing one's right to know the truth when it is completely related to that person is one of the greatest sins. You'll never know how much pain it can cause. I think I need to calm myself. Or is leaving my honesty the better way? I won't be honest, I won't expect the next person to be the same and thus I'll condone his act of being dishonest. No more the feeling of being cheated!

An evening in reading... and retrospecting

Today I spent some time in reading some articles from an old magazine. The magazine is about an international philanthropic program which concentrates on mentoring. Some good rising artists and some expert artists had been selected for participation. Experts were mentors and rising artists were mentees. And the magazine has tried to get their experiences about it. I loved reading it. It reminded me of my mentors.

We need mentors in all the phases of life. We do get them in one or other form. We need to identify them. For me, every person I come in contact with, is a mentor. I believe every person has something to learn from. We only need to indentify it. And this is possible when we leave finding faults, when we leave thinking that I'm better than him, when we leave thinking that I have finished my learning. There were few who deliberately played role of mentor. They shaped my life. 

My mother is the first mentor as everyone has. But I have got quite more from my mother than everyone else must have got. I had got few nice teachers at my high school. I can't forget to mention about my Marathi teacher. I remember we'd talk for hours forgetting about the lecture. He had given me a lot to think on. I was not very good at expressing when I'd write. But he always made me believe that I had got something different at my core. I needed some good gold finishing. I failed to work on it even when I realized it. And then I never had a chance to work on it. Then in my junior college, my Physics professor had showed a lot of trust on me. I remember he'd give me books to read/solve. He'd suggest me good ways to study. I didn't find any mentor in my engineering college for studying. But my friends taught me to enjoy life with things other than studies. 

In Amdocs, I found a friend cum mentor in my very first project who made me believe in my identity. Before I met him, I'd always feel I'm wrong when I did things differently than others. When I observed him I found it was not only me who did those things differently, it was not only me who looked at life differently. Also, before I met him, I had lost myself in specious joys of life. He brought back my original soul into existence. It was a short season when I could observe him and learn from him. Later I tried to continue to gain something more from him but couldn't. My project was changed and mentoring ended there. But now when I look back, I feel mentor should not always be observing you and correcting you. Separating from mentor is also necessary. It is necessary to learn to apply independently what we learnt from him. Otherwise we’ll become completely dependent on him.

Mentors came and went. But they mixed their essence in my life. Whatever I'm now, I've something from each of them.

Next I spent some time reading my mother's diary. She wrote it when she had gone to the U.S. She had logged her few days there. I found some analysis of everything she had observed there. She noted down the differences as anyone can do. But every page had a sentence which showed that she has got something different at her core. I also might have inherited it from her. But she also, like me, has to work on expressing. I'm sure, if she does, she'll be able to write like a professional writer. I remember when I was in school, all my friends used to come to her to get the points to write in essays, to write for elocution competition. People still come to her.

I found a page where she had expressed her grief that I was not going with her. She wanted me to come with her, but at the same time she also wanted me to become stronger. I have never lived away from her for long. That was first time when I lived for 3 months without her. It was she who along with me had seen the positive side of my not going with them. I was always more pampered than my sister, for an obvious reason that I'm the youngest member in my family. And the other reason that before birth, I had created such circumstances that she couldn't keep herself from pampering me. Before my birth, she was told by doctors that the baby would be abnormal if given birth to. She faced problems during the gestation.  But then she didn't give up. Yet, she was scared at the time of my birth. She checked if I, the baby was alright. My sister had started walking and talking very early of her age. Comparatively, I had started very late. There also my mother was worried about me. This is the reason, why I was always pampered. And now after so many years, she and everyone still pampers me.

When I was reading the diary, I realized that my sister does too many things for everyone. She showed my parents too many places in the U.S. I'm useless. People do a lot for me. In return I have hardly done anything for anyone. The only thing I can give others is the belief that they have ability to give. :(

शब्द संपले? की तात्पुरते हरवले ?

Life is stubbornly obnoxious sometimes..

Main jaisa hoon main waisa kyun hoon

Bad loonga main abhi kya  
Maanu toh kya maanu main  
Sudhroonga main kabhi kya  
Ye bhi toh na jaanu main 
Jaane ab mera, hona kya hai (oh)
Lagta hai tumko kya
Jaane ab mera, hona kya hai (oh)
Kya main hoon jaisa bas waisa rahoonga? 

Main aisa kyun hoon -4
Main aisa kyun hoon -3
Main aisa aisa aisa hi hoon

Finding Nemo

Dory reminded me of few more dialogues from the movie-

"No, of course I like you. It's because I like you, I don't want to be with you. It's a complicated... emotion."


"That's a funny thing to promise. If nothing ever happens to him, then nothing will ever happen to him."


"I suffer from short-term memory loss. [Marlin: Short-term memory loss? (Dory nods) I don't believe this!] No, it's true! I forget things almost instantly. It runs in my family! Well I mean... at least... I think it does. Hum... Where are they? ...Can I help you?"


"No. No, you can't... STOP. Please don't go away. Please? No one's ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave... if you leave... I just, I remember things better with you. I do, look. P. Sherman, forty-two... forty-two... I remember it, I do. It's there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And-and I look at you, and I... I'm home. Please... I don't want that to go away. I don't want to forget."

I was complaining about my bad memory to myself and then I read someone had a stroke and has lost a lot of his memory. And now he is trying to build up all the memories he lost by various techniques and using whatever memories he is left with! Hope never dies, so true! :) - Like Dory in “Finding Nemo” says – “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!” 

Dhobi Ghaat

A must watch movie. It's definitely not an ordinary movie. You can call it a documentary. Whatever it is, I think everyone should watch it at least once. People exaggerated a lot about not understanding the movie. But in my opinion, there is nothing that can't be understood. It's a very simple movie. There is nothing to predict from what is happening. It is just observing each character, how its life is and what things happened in its life in one of its phases. If you go with expectation of climax, anticlimax and spice, then it’s a complete letdown for you. But if you want to see 100% reality, then this is the movie. You'll know a part of Mumbai here. Read the complete name of the movie before going. It is Dhobi Ghaat (Mumbai Diaries).

@People who haven't seen it, don't read ahead before watching the movie.

This movie is like reading few pages of a diary of a person who is constantly observing Mumbai's Dhobi Ghaat and people living around it. It's not only about the dhobi guys. It is also about the people because of whom dhobi guys get their bread and butter. And hence the name of the movie is.

Movie revolves around 4 characters - Arun a painter who is a divorcee but a successful artist (Aamir Khan), Munna who is a dhobi guy who left his home in Bihar at the age of 8 to get adequate food (Prateik Babbar), Shy (or Shai) who is a foreign-returned girl working for some investment related banking (Monica Dogra), Yasmin  who is a newly married innocent girl (Kirti Malhotra) and their stories. Their stories are not completely disjoint. They are related but not so straightforward.

Arun is kind of a loner for whom his art is the focus; nothing else. He is not a person who can commit to anyone. But he is very good by nature like an ascetic. Munna is like Prabaker from Shantaram. Mumbai's population has huge percentage of such people. There isn’t too much fascinating about this character. But the story around it is good. Shy is amazing. What amazed me of her is her openness. Her daring to befriend Munna, to roam around with him brings some strangeness. She is a complete foreigner by nature and culture. This openness of foreigners and still maintaining humanity has always amazed me. And Yasmin is a non-existent character. She is very innocent and helpless at the end which is upsetting but unfortunately the fact.

There is one more character who I can't forget is the neighbor of Arun who never speaks anything because she had been under some shock. If it was a spicy movie, she would have spoken up something after looking at Arun at the end. There also Aamir, Kiran didn’t miss to be realistic.

One of some other minute things that attracted me was Arun's house. The bulletin board, the huge painting board, colors around it, books; I loved it. I'm planning to buy a white board here in Pune. Along with that I'm going to have one or more shelves for books and such painting board in my house. So that even if I'm not good at drawing/painting, I'll have something to try my hand on, anytime I'll want. I'm going to learn it. Though this all appears childish, I believe our house shapes our mind.

The other thing is Shy's hobby of photography. It made me think of getting a good camera and use it to keep memories of people/places whom/which I'll meet.

Today

Today was one of the most talkative days. I have been assigned tasks of support in this sprint. So people keep talking to me and I keep responding. Today whole day I went on talking. On some or other topic.

Then when I was on the way to home, I met a friend - Gautam. Usually when we meet we start fighting. He says I start fighting. May be. :D But we usually fight on some concepts. I feel them intellectual sometimes.
Anyway, today we didn't fight. He gave me good tips of driving. I needed them. I remember nobody told me initially that in the winter, when the engine goes cold, we have to start the bike with kick atleast once in the morning. And I had completely dicharged the battery because of this unawareness. :D So I needed tips. He gave me few. Then we went on a topic of girls' way of thinking and that of boys. This was not fight (which anyone will obviously think as the topic of fight especially when a girl and a boy are talking). We listened to each other. (I can't believe it now. :D) And we agreed to whatever we both said. Then I gave him the book - "Why men don't listen and women can't read maps" which explains the brain structures, certain policies of men and women etc. He felt interested when I had told him about the book. I have read only 2 chapters of it. After 2 chapters I was very angry with God. So I left the book. Now he took it. We turned few pages of the book and actually tried few experiments given in the book. It was fun.

Thereafter we all roomies went for dinner. There again we talked a lot. And then now, I and one of my roomies went for drive. To drive on the roads where none of us had gone. We were lost. But we came back. It was fun to get lost. Driving is too good. But I'll enjoy it more with someone; anyone who can enjoy it equally. Pranit is going to be my passenger for next few days/months. Let's see if we can enjoy or if we keep arguing on the topic - "What to give importance to - Health and riskfree life Or fun and happening life?"

And at last this blog. Again I talked a lot. :) Certain changes completely change your life. Sometimes it is good to come out of old habits/old life. But I also don't want to lose my good habits that I developed in last 2 years.

How can I forget to mention? I had taken my bike to my work place today. :)

Quotes

"Change is constant, but it never reverts back."


"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." 
— Dr. Seuss


"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one." 
— C.S. Lewis


"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference." 
— Elie Wiesel


"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." 
— Marilyn Monroe

I set a personal record this week. I slept only for 22 hours in total in last 5 days. And looks like next few more days are going to be so. I love being busy like this. I can have a deep sleep at night, even if it is for 4 hours. Also, I see I did quite a lot of things. Looking forward to do still many more things and in a more efficient way! Let's see if I'm a different person than now.

Phulpakharu is getting more colors on its wings now. Maker has suddenly realized that old colors have become dull now and need a change. Lovely! Looks like a new era! Welcome welcome! :)

Wake up Sid again...

Whenever I watch Konkana's first day in Bombay in this movie, I feel motivated. Her definition of independence, her way to get a change in life, her saying - "Apna paisa kamao, apna paisa khud udao", her attitude; everything creates a positive energy within me. I completely agree with her definition of freedom. Also she says - "Dheere dheere sab theek ho jayega!" Isn't it true? Life brings drastic and complicated changes for you. However, everything goes fine as time flies. You change yourself accordingly. Gradually you adapt yourself to the situation. Sometimes you don't want to. You like the past more. But the present is too much different and you can't live by keeping yourself same as you were in the past. So you have to change. You change. Even though you try to resist, you change. Rate of change is more if you face the situation directly rather than keeping yourself away from it.

I believe one should be honest about himself; in every respect. When life changes, if we keep soothing ourselves by distracting away from the truth, we'll never overcome. Instead, we should face it. It troubles us but it makes us accept the truth. And gradually, everything goes fine. We are definitely a different person. But that's the need. That's the way my idol maker wants me to be. :)

Incapable to plan

Disclaimer: All sentences in this post are written with a freedom of every sense which is likely to cause the writing to appear insane. Any resemblance to sanity is purely coincidental.

My life is completely unplanned. Sometimes I feel it like a surprise, like an unexpected gift by Santa Clause. But sometimes goes very weird like an income tax raid. Creates all chaos around, I feel disappointed, upset, sad. Suddenly shadow of pessimism covers me all around. My mind can't bear it and tries to find a way to sooth itself. It reads something good, tries to talk to inspiring friends, watches movies, prays and what not. Sometimes it becomes optimistic again in very short time. Sometimes it takes long time. Then at certain point it gets tired. Then sleeps and wakes up only next day. Next day is new flow. New dawn. Everything new. Like a new paper to draw a new picture. And again with no plan of what to and how to draw the picture, takes the pencil and brush in hand. Everyday it wants a new picture. If it gets it, then it is fine. If not, then it has to be the best picture it had ever drawn.

Enough of soothing... No punctuation, no grammatical restrictions. Feels good sometimes. Let's concentrate on work now! Income tax raid reminds of EPSF. Only 2 days remaining! Zzzzzz....

Too lazy to grow up

Everyone around me has grown up now. And I'm still a kid. :(. Some people talk about career, some talk about making money, some talk about getting married, some talk about learning cooking, and I'm still the same. I had thought my best friend will be same like me and would not talk about marriage and all for next 10 years at least. But now he has also started talking about getting married. :(