Happy new year 2010

Hi All,


Finally we have arrived at the dawn of last day the year 2009. I am sitting in my office internet cafe and trying to think what I should write on the last day eve of 2009. Well, there is so much to say...2009 has shown so many colors of the play called life. 2009 has shown a very nice turn in my carreer and I thank that one power(ppl call it Bhagvan, Ishwar, Alla or God) that enabled me to end the 2009 on a good note.

May you all experience the shower of happiness...
May the spring come soon and melt the snow from everyone's life....
May you all achieve great hights in 2010....
May god give you the power of forgiveness (if you don't have)
May you all enjoy the whole year with your family and friends..
May god give you insights to find out what you like…
May god give you strengths to follow your own path…

Happy new year my dear friends. Promise yourself to bring happiness to this world.
Keep spreading love…Keep spreading harmony…Keep spreading joy…

Merry Xmas..

Well, this is the third Saturday when I am in the office. 6 days working sucks but I am happy with my morning shift..what you say!!!

Merry Xmas to all of you…I know this one has come a day after Christmas but its better to be late than never. Xmas morning was quite boring but interesting. I was at the Suzuki Showroom to receive our new scooterate Suzuki Access 125. It took me 3 hours and I literally told them that I was not going to leave without bike and they had to deliver it at last.

We planned to spend the Xmas evening watching 3 Idiots, however the plan could not execute as the show was houseful everywhere. So I spent the evening in 2 halve. The first half of the evening was spent with a good friend ‘Punnu’ and ‘Mush’ with a dinner in Red Chilly. We enjoyed a lot. The second half was spent with my little bro ‘Saurabh’ when we sipped coffee at FC Road. I noticed my brother was really happy after the first biggest purchase of his life. We came back home at 12:30, and I took out my books to study but as usual I preferred sleeping instead going through those boring notes and books.

I wrote a poem last week when I was sitting at Chaitanya at FC Road. It was about her and I also have no clue who this ‘she’ is. It was just an imagination so don’t take it otherwise. The frequency of writing poems had been decreased now and came down to 2 poems per week from 1-2 poems a day. Well, this was natural as now there are fewer sources to motivate me for writing a poem.

Here’s the romantic one:

I found her too beautiful to define her beauty in words,
I kept looking at sky, my eyes looking at the birds;

Then I took her hand in my hand our lips locked together,

I could listen nothing but could hear only birds’ chatter;

I was numb for sometime she smelled like heaven,
I had a thought of proposing her right then finally taking it as an Omen;

Love is beautiful, it is unconditional, does not have any age,
People become happy after finding their love and forget all their rage.

Monday I saw the new sun rising from the east

So next day I was in the office for the interview in time. I was looking forward to the meeting with Senior Managers. Numerolgy was in my mind but the first question was how I would make the first impression lasting enough to sell myself. The senior manager was a Punjabi gentleman, his face was shining and he seems to be having a lot of experience. The interaction was really different then the previous two rounds.

We talked about Training, Operations, Goals and ambitions etc. I actually recited a poem in the interview. I got a positive feedback from Mr. Senior Manager and next day I finally got to know that I did crack the interview. At the same time I cracked one more interview in the other company that increased my confidence more.

Right now I am sitting in one of my favourite internet cafe. I just finished Two States and it seems to be one more awesome work by Mr. Bhagat. I also wrote a poem on one of the incident from this book and offcourse I am going to post it right away:

Monday I saw the new sun rising from the east;
I am still feeling the words said by that priest.
The whole burden of sorrows was off my head;
1st time after a long time I spring up with a smile from my bed.


It was a dream which was the cause of my happiness;
The old man came to me and asked for the reason of my wretchedness.
The old man was wearing white clothes with a balding head;
I felt the energy when he put his hand on my head.


He advised me to understand the true meaning of ‘forgiveness’;
How easy it is to take off the load from the head and feel burden less.
I exactly did the same and hugged my father in my dream;
I realized it was so easy to forgive than cursing.

Life goes on....

Hi All,

I know you might be waiting for me to update my blog and thank you for giving so many visits in past 1 month.

Life seems to be so easy and sometimes so complicated that you adjust yourself in a routine and you are so reluctant to come out of it. Has it ever happened to anyone of you that you start enjoying the privacy that results in avoiding group meets and trips? It’s actually happening with me these days.

It’s Saturday. I am experiencing the same Saturday 3rd time and I am avoiding any chance to break this routine. This routine includes my 2 hours at IPRU (My part time office) then college for preparation of pending project followed by my 3 hours which is usually 3:30 to 6:30 in the same corner of the college where I can see a perfect sunset with my best friend i.e. mostly a Book. And I am so happy with this perfect Saturday that I decided not to go to Lonavala with Sumit.

This week was a cocktail of good and bad. We were tensed as we had to seek for a guarantor so that my younger bro's two wheeler loan could be approved. I was hesitating asking anyone of my friend because I know it’s not an easy decision to be the guarantor for loan. I asked one of my friends and he said that he could not give because his dad forbids him to do so and I had to take that bullshit of dad.

By the way, my brother knows one of the Aunti at a place where he stayed for 2 years in a hostel. He approached Aunti. Aunti made him talk to Uncle and he accepted to be the guarantor without any problem. Now I don’t know the definition of ‘Marathi Manoos’ given by Raaj Thakre or some other Neta, but I found this ‘Marathi Manoos’ great. Uncle was so simple and ready to help without even knowing us. I simply appreciated him and also requested him to call me whenever he would be in difficulty any time in future. Someone (don’t remember name)has rightly said; “Duniya me abhi bhi achhe logo ki ginti bure logo se jyada hai aur tabhi duniya chal rahi hai”.

Finally loan was approved and we felt a bit easier but problems in life are too many to handle and one has to be strong enough to live up to them. It goes on with all the twists and turns being the spices of the dish called life....

This is complete fiction and not to be compared with anyone's life. If the same matches your life, it may be a coincident :)

And she cried, cried and cried.....

I wanted to say NO but it's been a long time I had not gone out with friends so I said Yes and we were together for a short dinner and a long walk at Kalyani Nagar. She's (Sonia) a very good friend of mine and we were meeting after a good 2 months. So we had a lot to talk about. It was a chilly evening and night was getting darker and colder with the artificial lighting courtesy to MSEB. She wanted to listen who "SHE" is whom I fell in love with and I wanted to know about why she had cried last night.

We walked towards Burger king for having kinda dinner. Sometimes I love fast food as a dinner just for a change otherwise I am always happy with traditional Indian food as dinner or lunch. We saw couples walking towards the Lounge and Discs and wonder if we could do the same. I saw sexy gals wearing sexy outfits and I kept staring until they disappeared.

Burger King at Kalyani Nagar is good place except the Owner Uncle who is too khadoos to deal with. By the way, we placed our order and I saw people were chatting on different tables around us. I listened one of the guy talking about football game and the other boasting about his Gym schedule. I heard a couple talking about their conflicts and saw Sonia playing with her ring.

Finally I asked Sonia why she cried last night and she told about her dad forcing her to see guys from Shaadi.com and choose one of them. Why all the dads are like that, they want their daughters to get married and produce children...what a fuckin idea? We talked about "HER”, about Rinki one of my old friends who was born at the same date (31 Oct) before 25 years and her father was also behind her for marriage. We also discussed about the couples and groups entering ABC farm. They came dressed in colorful Halloween outfits. They were looking so happy and excited about that night and we kept wondering if we would also feel the same one day.

By the way after a good 2 hour of chatting…it was almost 10:30 PM and Sonia’s dad had already tried calling her 4 times and I could feel those vibes of tension on her face. So I asked her if I could drop her to her hostel so that she could call her dad and make some excuses why she could not pick the call (I keep wondering why sometimes Girls' fathers act like Monster). I consider myself lucky when it comes to parents, as I hardly hide anything from them and they also look happy when it comes to trust in their son (did you notice I just boasted about myself huh..).

Now I feel that I can not do much about Sonia so I am just dedicating one poem which I made while my way back to home from hers.

The cold light of moon was streaming through the window,
and she cried, cried and cried;

she thought if someone would knock the door and give her a shoulder,
or if someone would call her and tell her to be bolder,

nothing happened but she cried, and cried;

she found herself alone with the demons of her own,
she asked herself the worst question why she was born...
she could do nothing but cried, cried..and cried;

The time was passing, night was chilly and gettig colder,
God listened to her and sent her a set of shoulder;
Her friends were around her at midnight, she was surprised'
they all made her cheer and take her for a long ride;

her smile was back and she felt satisfied,

that's why God makes friend who are always your side.

Thank you Soina..I hope you would enjoy this poem and excuse me for giving a happy ending I am an optimist..

Note: Sonia is an imaginary name I gave to my friend.

13 Oct 2009...when my brother asked me to write something at deep level..

It was 9:30 pm, we came back from dinner and I simply lie down on my bed after changing. I started writing something and Saurabh asked me to write something deep. He inspired me that I could write something more sensible so I simply started from what was visible around me and believe me, this poem is going to make you think when you complete reading conclusion part of the poem:

Lying on my bed, I can see the ceiling,
How can it be so still?

Books are in front of Saurabh, my brother,
Why is he busy playing with his mobile?

My MBA books are a few inches away,
Why can’t I study and do something productive?

The watch is making clicking sound every after few seconds,
Why can’t it stop for a few seconds?

My music player is helping the environment to be musical,
And I know it will stop in some time.

I can see the half moon through the window,
I know it will disappear in couple of hours.

My Icard is hanging on the window and moving like a pendulum
As the wind blows, And I know it will stop if wind stops.

The world around us is the combination of certain and Uncertain,
Certain is so obvious and does not excite, On the other hand uncertain keeps us in mystery and is the source of motivation.

19 Sep, The day when I met Hemant Arora....

It was sunny Saturday(19 Sep 09). I was in college sitting in front of Computer. I was restless, fretful and uneasy at that time. I was feeling unsatisfied and felt like something is sucking out the blood from my veins without my acknowledgment. Everything inside the Comp-Lab was looking cool except my own image on the monitor of the computer.

Then my hand moved and took the cursor to the face book status space and my fingers started tapping on the keyboard:

"And the wind just went through my ears singing some song when I was on my Bike....

It gave me a message to be continuous, never-stopping, and surrender myself in the service of mankind"

I felt a bit happier after writing couple of lines. Things suddenly started changing for me and I tried to write something again:

She told me not to be scared,

She told me not to be upset;

Then she whispered me to be calm and cool,

She was the first ray of sun that early morning.

I was wondering if it was my mood or I was actually turning into new poet who is trying to fly in the sky of imagination. Whatever it was, I started feeling better and suddenly that Comp-Lab started turning into a beautiful place. Those beautiful and sexy girls of my college started making some sense to me. My straight face started showing a small curve on the monitor screen and I started speaking to myself.

I felt different, unique and unsatisfied traveler in a journey called life. Did I find something or it was a new transition in my life. Would I be able to know exactly what I want from my life? By the time I could figure out the answer, it was 6:25 and lecture time was approaching. It was Research Methodology lecture which is always quite boring. During lecture I took a blank page and wrote something:

The words of professor are buzzing into my ears,
the light of the lamps is flashing into the fans;
Look at the ant crawling through the wall winding up for the day,
The curtains are moving by the wind through the window,
The world looks awesome within the class except the boring lecture by Professor.

Comon Hemant, what was that? I certainly couldn't believe myself for few minutes but I actually wrote that. I felt if my subconscious mind was trying to tell me something and I tried my hard to know what exactly it wanted to say. And then I felt if the doors just opened for a fraction of second and I saw whatever I want from my life. I could listen what my subconscious mind was trying to tell me and I started recalling those books telling about subconscious mind proved to be fact telling stories.

After the lecture, I found myself different, but it was not the lecture that brought that change into me. It was just my subconscious mind that was responsible for this transition, and I could feel that in my talk, vibes, and actions.

Days with Sandy....

• What if you had been given an opportunity to express and you have nothing to say?
• What if you desperately want to speak but your thought process does not allow you to speak anything?
• What if you simply start writing your blog without any topic in your mind?
  
  
  And that’s what I am doing today. It’s 6:05 am and I just gave a break to my trainees and took a break from office hours for writing my BLOG. Let me make it clear that I don't have any intention to take revenge from my company by writing my blog in office hours(like Chetan Bhagat, when he started writing five point someone). It has become my friend and I can’t stop myself from posting ‘something’ everyday. Now before you go ahead, let me tell you that ‘something’ is always not interesting so you might end up wasting your time.
  
  
  By the way, I was happy to receive call from Sandy today, as he called me after a long time and wanted to know about my Blog. It made me happy, that he called me and gave me the flash back of those days when our days were so restless that we used to go for a cup of tea to Railway station at 2:00 am in the morning. There was also a phase when our weekend did not pass without having alcohol and smoke. We used to convince our self and give reason behind our alcohol and Smoke.
  
  Thanks for those moments Sandy and let me dedicate some lines to our friendship:
  When the days were restless and nights went sleepless,
  We were least bothered about our lifestyle;
  We tried hard learning from each other and took us out of that mess,
  And cracked foolish jokes to make our face smile;
  I still remember those after dinner walks,
  And philosophy we used to discuss to make this world better;
  We went on waking up nights to have our talks,
  Why did we bother about all the world’s matters?
  
  I still miss those days when I was busy with my so called clients,
  You spent all the Sunday roaming in the ground busy with mind strife;
  I used to regret but did not have any other option in my mind,
  Then we ended with smile and carried the journey called life…..