A Stranger

I left office on time. Day was asuasal hectic and boring. Straightway I headed for my favorite restaurant to eat something and gather some kind of peace. I was sitting alone and started to play with my cell phone to kill time and to avoid unwanted glances. Suddenly a Stranger came and sits opposite to me. A stranger was firang, caring all sorts of things. A stranger gave a welcome gesture. I enthusiastically said hello. I felt my peace was robbed completely. But don’t know how we started talking with each other. A stranger was from Chicago, came here to do research as a part of PhD. We talked all kind of stuff, right from bush to obama , Italy to goa, KFC to uncle Sam. VADA PAV and BHEL PURI was the order of the day. Time passed by very quickly. We both had a great evening in the end. 
We both left the restaurant. We said BYE to each other. We both knew we don’t see each other again. But one thing we knew very well, we just shared a wonderful time with each other. I wished stranger a happy journey on my way home.

Aaj barpbar 10 varsh zali. 22/7/1999 . ya divashi 10 vi cha result lagala hota. Aajahi to divas jasacha tasa aathavato aahe. 10 varsh shaleshi asalel nat sampale hote. Navya jagat pravesh karayachi vel zali hoti. Ruia madhye admission ghetali. Zadala kashi sharavanat palavi phutate. Mag to potati kovala rang man aaakarshit karato. Nakalat hasu phutate. Tase te divas hote. 12 vit changale mark milavanya sathi kelela aatahas aathavato. Hatat book ghevun nakalat dulki lagalyache prasang aathavale ki aajahi hasu yete. 11 vit ruia til gymkhanyat carom ghelatana ghalavalel divas aathavat. Aaj koni mhananar sudha nahi ki mi carom changala khelayacho. Engineer banayache swapn ghevun sandeep pathopath vasantdada patil madhye admission ghetali. Shaletil friends barobar hotech. 4 varsh kharokhar aanandat geli. 40 mark milavanyasathi ghetalela manstap aathavato. Result kay asato , ani cheharyavar kiti aanand devun jato te engineering madhye kalale. Mitran barobar canteen madhye kadalele divas aathavatat. College madhye kami vel ghalavala asen . Lectures kami basalo asin. pan manmurad aanand lutala. Vegalech vishva hote te. College madhun aalyavar dhavat dhavat tp karanya sathi parkat jayache. Te divas parat yene nahi. Engineering cha shevat matra khup vaiiit zala.
MBA karanyasathi lavalel classes, eka varsh saktichi raza hoti. Tyat kelel Mumbai darshan. Aaj sudha kal parva sarakhe vatate te. MBA madhye mi 9 te 9 college madhye asayacho. Engneering chya mitrana khare sudha vatanar nahi. Library madhye basun kelela abyas ,timepass. Sagale vegale hote. Table tenis khelatana aaleli maza kahi aur hoti. 43-47 ase score hi count karayacho. Aaj vishawas basat nahi. 90 matches khelalya aasatil week madhye. Chaha pit keleli discussions aathavatat. Dole panavatil ase prasang aaj sudha taze bhasatat.
College life khup kahi shikavun jate.he matra khare.

There is so much heat out here. Most probably I will melt soon. This summer is too hot and too harsh. I am desperately looking out for a rain. At least rain will bring down the temperature and end up dry patch. Normally I left home early for office around 7.45 a.m. Still heat breaks you down, you feel like it’s a noon. Cold drinks, water bags are not sufficient to battle this heart throbbing heat. Finally making a successful attempt to enter into the 2nd class croweded compartment, your eyes will search for a window seat. But search soon end up in vein. You will find old fellows taking their nap at the window seat. Suddenly you will find them most lucky person on earth. They don’t have any worries on their faces. They are in the middle of smooth journey. After battling out with beggars, eunuchs etc, you will manage to find a standing place near the door. Again that breeze flowing across the door catches your attention. Without any realization, you find yourself hanging on the door and feeling lucky with the flowing breeze straight through your hair. Suddenly you will realize, you hands are so sweaty, you will find yourself struggling to get hold on door bar. You never know when that sweat will allow your hand to slip down and you will fall on the track. You pull yourself inside the train, and approaches remaining journey wiping out the sweat.

shalet asatana divasachi survat prathnene vhyayachi. ajunahi mala ti prathana aahtavate. 9vit asatana hi pahilyadi suru keli hoti

देह मंदिर, चित्तमंदिर, एक तेथे प्रार्थना

सत्य सुंदर मंगलाची नित्य हो आराधना
गीत:-
वसंत बापट
वसंत बापट

I will never forget this day. Finally I have managed to get some kind of satisfaction. :) I really had Wonderful day after a long time really. I hope, such days will come more often. At least I have some reason to smile after a disappointing patch in my life. Today I really feel, my life is a big story of a mismatch. Auditorium is full of audience. They are waiting eagerly for a start of play. But somehow script is missing all of sudden. :) When you fight hard to get script ready, you will find audience bored and disoriented. I think we should not wait for a script to be written, better be a script of your own life. Then there will be no tension of missing scripts.  

a true friend

I thought friends were forever
and foes were for never,
but nothing is as it once was.
If it weren’t for that argument,
If only it weren’t for those words that were spoken.

I can't stand not being there for you.
And I miss the way you made me laugh.
I wonder if I'll ever find a friend like you,
but deep inside,
i know it'll never happen.

So I stand in your doorway,
to seek forgiveness from my truest friend,
That I know will never be replaced.
I love you like a sister,
and that’s just the  truth

Harry Belafonte - Kingston Town

Down the way, where the nights are gay,
and the sun shines daily on the mountain top,
I took a trip on a sailing ship,
and when I reach Jamaica I made a stop.

But I'm sad to say,
I'm on my way,
won't be back for many a day.
My heart is down,
my head is turning around,
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston Town.

Sounds of laughter everywhere,
and the dancing girls swing to and through.
I must declare my heart is there,
thou I've been from Maine to Mexico.

But I'm sad to say,
I'm on my way,
won't be back for many a day.
My heart is down,
my head is turning around,
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston Town.

At the market you can hear,
ladies cry out while on their heads they bear,
acky rice, salt, fish are nice 
and the rum is fine any time a year.

But I'm sad to say,
I'm on my way,
won't be back for many a day.
My heart is down,
my head is turning around,
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston Town.

Down the way, where the nights are gay,
and the sun shines daily on the mountain top,
I took a trip on a sailing ship,
and when I reach Jamaica I made a stop.

But I'm sad to say,
I'm on my way,
won't be back for many a day.
My heart is down,
my head is turning around,
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston Town.

Sad to say,
I'm on my way,
won't be back for many a day.
My heart is down,
my head is turning around,
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston Town.