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.

Zindagi aaj mere naam se sharmaati hai…

Zindagi aaj mere naam se sharmaati hai
Apni haalat pe mujhe KHud bhi hansi aati hai

Ek GHam chaen se jeene nahin deta mujhko
Ek uljhan hai jo aksar mujhe taRpaati hai

Is tarah chhoRke nikla hun main apni manzil
Jaise hasrat koi seene se nikal jaati hai

Raah chalte hue kuchh sochke ruk jaata hun
Har quadam par koi bhooli hui yaad aati hai

Zindagi aaj mere naam se sharmaati hai…       

                     ----Shakeel Badayuni

Loss is tremendous. There is a hole in my soul now. 

 suresh bhatachi  kavita nehamich manala mohini ghalate. hatat ghetalel pustak ghali theavavese vatat nahi. aanamik dukha pratek kavitetun vyakt hot asate . mag kadhi 1 2 tas nighun jatat te lakshat sudha yet nahi.

स्मरायासारखा आता तसा मी राहीलो नाही
कहानी संपली माझी जरी मी बोललो नाही!

आता मागुन ही चर्चा!आता मागून ह्या शंका 
कसा मी वागलो होतो?कसा मी वागलो नाही?

आता मी एकतो...तेहवा ज़रा झंकारलो होतो,
तसा झंकारतानाही कधी झंकारलो नाही!

आता खोटे जगायला निमित्ते शोधतो खोटी 
असा आभास मी माझा...जसा मी जन्मलो नाही!

कशाला आठवू आता अवेळी मागची नाती?
...कधी ह्या अश्रूंनाही हवासा वाट्लो नाही!

अशी ही शेवटी माझ्या जीवांची संपली यात्रा-
जिथे मी भेट्लो होतो तिथे मी थांबलो नाही!

Atleast a tiny stone has started to move in my favour. I am keeping my fingers crossed

option broker has left with no options.

Blowing in the wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man? 
Yes, n how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand? 
Yes, n how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before theyre forever banned? 
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky? 
Yes, n how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry? 
Yes, n how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died? 
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before its washed to the sea? 
Yes, n how many years can some people exist
Before theyre allowed to be free? 
Yes, n how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesnt see? 
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.
                              -- Bob Dylan

House is about to collapse. For Last few years, it was firmly balanced on two pillars. But now those are not there to give firm support. Damage has been done already. Who made this damage?? Answers are still unknown. Every buddy has a role in it. House has turned into dark, old, haunted house. People want to stay away from it. All yesteryear glory has gone. All days are same. All nights coming in its way are same. All walls are blackened. Colours are started to fade. People are ready to set it on fire. Because it has become a haunted house.

Linking park- Breaking the habbit

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

[Bridge:]
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

[Chorus:]
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit 
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

[Bridge:]
I dont want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

[Chorus:]
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit 
Tonight

[Bridge:]
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

[Chorus:]
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
to show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit 
I’m breaking the habit 
Tonight

the call

his song has such an amazing meaning to me. it stands 4 everything that changes in ur life. the friends u gain, the ones u lose, and the ones that u want to be with 4ever but cant. it says to stay true and loyal.to love and forgive. and to be urself and to trust that if it was meant to be u will be called back to c them again or to be there again..

sometimes you do mistakes in your life.Mistakes brings up alot more tears, guilt and hard feelings to all beloved onces. this song goes to them. i dont know when those wounds will heal. may be it will take one day , few days. months ,years, may be ages. but i will wait. because i trust them. i know one day they will call me.
song goes like thiss

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Til they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

----Regina Spektor
 

Last night I was returning home with my brother. He was very quiet. We hardly managed to chat with each other. Still that night has already been registered in my memory book.

Today I feel I don’t want my curly hair. I would like to have straight hair like other people. But I can’t fix it like other things in life. They will remain curly even if I try hard to make it straight.

What a person really expects from his life?? A good prosperous career, good wealthy job, good wife, luck, friends?? What?? Really what he wants from life?? These are not actual needs to live life. What he wants then?? If you show your emotions to someone they will call you competitive? For once u think about yourself they will take it as jealousy, Selfishness. Then what remain is blame game. There is no limit to it.
People need a small little bit of respect from their beloved once. Pat on back saying hey mate I am with you. That trust, confidence will do a world good to your so called life.