One year down, One more to go..

Whew!! I am finally thru wid d first year :) Still feels like a dream though.. kaise gaya ye time i have no idea.. but it sure was a great year wid lots of memories - bitter as well as sweet.. all the realities of life i had forgotten have resurfaced in one form or other.. so it was a kind of revision of my life upto now..

I met many new people good as well as bad.. made a lot of new friends, had a couple of crushes, been in relationships, bunked a few classes (and attended a few), had parties, had studies, had hours-long chats, had cryptic replies, had break-ups, had reunions..

Have burnt the mid-nite oil seriously as well as had night outs just for fun.. as i said it has all been a recap of my life.. 

Hope life continues in the same vein and m looking forward to the summers in Glenmark now :)

Holi Hai :)

HOLI HAI!!!!

Got up in the morning to the noise of this slogan around me!! getting up i covered myself in oil and went out to face the forces ;) this year's Holi was rocking yaaron...

Let me first share wid u some gyan about Holi..

Holi actually starts the night before with a bonfire made up of all the dried leaves and branches left through the winter. It is a way of clearing these and making way for spring. Metaphorically though, the fire is meant to signify the destruction of evil - the burning of the ‘Holika’ - a mythological character.. The heat from the fire is also a reminder that winter is behind and that the hot summer days are ahead..

The following morning begins with worshipping Krishna by lovingly smearing his idol with ‘gulal’ - the colours used to play Holi. This is a festival that is as much a gateway to celebrate the arrival of spring as much as it is a way to celebrate the season of love..

This is where the celebration with colours comes in. The riot of colours follows a revelry of colour play and takes place amidst the sprinkling or the shower of coloured powder. And when this is combined with water it is anything but a damp squib. Everybody is welcome and everybody is pardoned for his or her revelry.. me and a bunch of friends went over to a pal's place in ville parle.. we started wid gulal, graduated to drowning each other in color with the help of a bucket and finally finished with water baloons!!

So may we be pardoned too for having an overdose of Bhaang, Bhangra, Colors and Masti today :)

Bura Na Mano Holi Hai!!

Another year older..

Another year older, 
I grow even bolder, 
Its nature taking its way, 
I grow and learn and feel great, 

 Another year older, 
Hurting fires now just smolder,
 Letting go of past pain, 
Living life and feeling sane.. 

Another year older, 
A tear on my shoulder,  
Another day, Another moment, 
Another chance for improvement,

Another birthday is inching closer but when i look at myself in d mirror, i still see d same old me... I don't feel a day older than the time when i was in junior college.. it still feels like yesterday when i remember the college days, the shift to Mumbai, the times spent with friends, the fights wid lovers, the studies, the exams, the masti, the magic...  

Another year older, 
Pages added to my folder, 
 Life has not been so bad, 
I'm happy more and less sad..  

Another year older, 
 I think things follow His order, 
He's got more for me yet, 
And It'll be even better I bet..  

Another year older, 
I'm glad of who I am and wonder, 
So I don't mind writing this birthday rhyme, 
I've lived my life well till this time..

Aaj fir..

Aaj fir udasiyon ne, dil pe dala dera,

Utha zamin se koshish ki, udne ki ambar ki oar,

Bahut kacchi hai lekin, mere hauslon ki dor.

Kadam mud gaye udhar fir, mila thoda sukun wahan,

Ja baitha us sahil pe, dubi kayi kashtiyan jahan,

Thodi dur hai aur raasta, jata jo kshitij ki oar,

Kuchh lamhon ka hai faasla, dhundhun kya wo antim chhor?

Prayatna kiya mann ne bahut, badhne ka aage do kadam,

Shayad aaj mita hi jaoon, bandhnon ka ye bharam,

Darta hu lekin, kya ye saahas kar paunga,

Kyunki ye janta hu main,
Do kadam badha to dub jaunga…

New Year.. New Beginning..

Beginnings they say are arbitrary..

Sometimes we are too close to things to see them.. Sometimes we are too far away.. We choose starting points when in fact every single moment that is, exists in the context of every single moment throughout time that precedes and follows it! Its a tapestry with no beginning or end and even if we like to believe that our stories start at a certain point, the truth is, it is a long eternal tale..

The Story of Man

Life is the story of man-

of His life that remains unsatisfactory

of His love that remains unsatisfied

of His dreams that remain unfulfilled

and of His death that is mercifully unconditional...

Heron Ryan beautifully writes.. "I should probably not say these things, but if i dont, i'll just become a spectator watching the events in my life unfold rather than being the person experiencing them!"

In some ways, aren't we all like that? we see things hapening we have no control on.. we see people slipping out of our lives and can't so much as raise a finger to stop them from leaving..

And sometimes, when i get something back, i kinda feel as if all this is just an elaborate illusion.. but then, life has so many harsh realities that i dont mind being in the grip of Maya for a change!!

Sometimes the Snow comes down in June

This winter Sun that warms my soul,

Stirs up memories of pure gold

Cherished love, emotions bold,

And some feelings never told..

These misty nights, pouring rain,

Paint reflections on window panes,

Chilling the body, melting the heart,

Missing someone away, afar..

This fresh cut grass reminds again,

Those walks in woods holding back pain,

Gentle breezes rustle and sway,

Bringing back memories stashed away..

This togetherness, those times spent alone,

Someone who knew me, and still was my own,

All times of joy and pain that cloud the eye,

I'll miss them forever throughout my life..

Legend of Prince Rama

Praise be to the Lord Almighty whose name let even rocks float on the ocean! Vijaydashmi marks the victory of Lord Shri Raam over Ravan.. The imagery of this final part of the Ramayan is beautifully reflected in these words by Romesh C. Dutta.

Still the dubious battle lasted, until Rama in his ire,

Wielded Brahma's wrathful weapon flaming with fire,

The weapon that Agastya had unto the hero given,

Winged as lightening dart of Indra, the fatal bolt of heaven,

Wrapped in smoke and flaming flashes, speeding from the bow,

Pierced the nectarian navel of Ravan, laid the demon low,

Voice of blessings from the sky fell on Raghu's valiant son,

'Champion of the True and Righteous, thy noble task is done!'

Beautiful words that capture the essence of the battle.. the vivid teachings from our epics all guide us to walk on the right path.. only by serving the path of righteousness we can achieve the Lord..

'Mann se Ravan jo nikale Raam uske mann mein hain!!'

The Journey of Life

Sometimes it feels reality is just an illusion and 'free-will' a charade created by the Gods to mislead us into a sense of having control over our life..

We are victims of Causalty, the slaves of Karma, all along trudging the path charted for us by destiny...

We may try to escape by surrounding ourselves with others, by drowning ourselves in a sea of humanity.. but all the time the emptiness inside our heart just keeps on growing...

Perhaps every life is just an arduous journey to a solitary destination...

Each path in life is lonely, but then... you need not walk it alone!!


From - Sadhu- The Silent Ones

Chak De India!

Young Team-India has done the unbelievable! They have snatched victory out of the hands of the gods of fate and done so with their effort and perseverence...hats off to the captain and full marks to the team for their incredible victory over the arch rivals...

Chak Diya India :o)

Michhami Dukkadam :)

For those who r wondering what it is, its the beautiful Jain tradition of asking for forgiveness from all and granting forgiveness to all at the end of the Samvatsar each year..

It is so difficult and painful to hold someone out of your heart.. how can u hold on to that pain, that resentment even a moment longer? Let go of ur fears, ur doubts and for this moment, this point in time, touch them with ur forgiveness and allow urself to be forgiven..

I forgive all living beings i have interacted with; May all of them forgive me...

Mikshamami Dushkritam :o)

First Night-out in MBA

Did my first night out yesterday!!! never thought there wud be a day when i wud spend the whole night at the lib and that too for studying!!! He he things do change sometimes i guess :)

Jai Hind!

One moment has the power to create history..

One idea has the power to inspire millions..

One person has the power to change a nation..

YOU are that person.. I am that person..

On the 60th yr of our independence, its time to celebrate this indomitable force, the power of ONE! Let us all join our powers to create a better future for our NATION

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY :)

Bought the first book in NMIMS :P

Hey I bought my first book for the Management course today and also issued my first book from the library!!! U might be wondering what is special about that, but the truth is I m the last person from my batch to do it!!!!

Hmmm... guess some people never change :)

Words are all I have..

As I officially start my blog today, was wondering why does one write on a public platform?

Is it the desire to pen down ur feelings.. the ones u r too scared to share wid anyone else? there is a strange comfort in writing down all you feel here…u don’t mind if some random person stumbles upon ur most intimate secrets.. coz there are words u cannot say, feelings u cannot express and guards u cant let down when u r talking to people in person.. u strive to maintain that image of invincibility and try to protect urself from the reactions of those around u..

Sometimes u just want to be kind… not wishing to drown ur dear ones in ur sorrows.. u might not even want to accept that u r feeling low.. not willing to accept that whenver u feel u hv got over a particular phase of life, a single thought can bring it all back crashing on ur head.. numbing u into silence.. pushing u into d oblivion..

A random thought, a random fragrance, a random look from a stranger may bring out that which u had hidden in the deepest recesses of ur soul for an eternity.. the walls that u had built around u come crumbling down with just one glimpse of a picture, one hello from that voice and one memory of that touch.. ur eyes sting as the tears try to force their way out.. u may not be able to share it with anyone.. but u may write.. and write again to let it all out.. to relive it again and again.. to never let it go..

For all that u are today and all that u will be tomorrow.. is a result of all that u have been in the past.. it is a mixture of all ur feelings, all ur hurts, all ur happiness.. all d good and d bad times.. all that loneliness and d occasional smiles.. all the devotion and an occasional deceit.. all d words said in anger and d ones said in passion.. its who u are.. its who u have been.. and its who u will become tmrw..