Thank God!

I had reserved for myself an AC chair class railway seat for my journey from Panvel to

Ratnagiri. The train arrived at Panvel station at 6:30 am. Since it was winter, there was

still darkness around.

I boarded the train, squeezed with my bag through the path between the rows of seats

to my place – C1-15. Luckily, it was a window seat! I put my bag on the rack and

made myself cozy and relaxed as the train moved. I was traveling in an air-conditioned

compartment and that was making me happier than my going to the destination!

But I was a bit disappointed by the blurred glass of my window. After I had settled down

completely on my seat, I saw at it again with frustration. But something changed my

I had seen some colour being absorbed by the sky. I wanted to see it clear. So, I rushed

out of the compartment, went to the open door of the coach, peeped outside. And what I

saw was wonderful!

The sun was emerging out of the mountains with utmost glory. I was mesmerized by

the sunrise as the first rays of the sun kissed my pupils to receive a soft hug of my

eyelids. I filled myself with fresh warmth and juicy hue of the rise as the cool breeze kept

on ruffling my hair on my forehead. In a few moments, the sun hid behind a forested

mountain, and from nowhere a white crane streaked across this green backdrop.

“Oh God! What a beautiful world you have created and what a lovely life you have gifted

me with!”, I thought.

I was so much lost in admiring the beauty that I had forgotten everything else until a

station obstructed my vision. The train wasn’t going to halt here and I saw the flag person

swinging out the green flag. I was now trying to know in which place I was gifted so

liberally. But since the sun had so whole heartedly pampered me for so long, my eyes

refused to strain themselves. Anyway, how does it matter?!

It has been long since I had seen a sun-rise. Well, let me make it clear that I am not a

late riser. 😉 What I meant to say is that now-a-day, we, the city people, are so deprived

of these simple and natural pleasures of life because of the artificial peaks erected all

over. We, due to our perfectly “understandable” situations, are made to underestimate

the nature. And hence, such wonderful moments of life, such precious gifts of God go

unrealized, unnoticed, unreceived.

As I was thinking of this, I saw in the expanse, which was running against me; a factory

belching out black smoke. I rubbed my eyes, gave a sigh and retired to my seat…

–Dhanashri Thakare.

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Dhanashri, is an awesome writer based in mumbai. Her writings have a different reflection and take the reader to different level. She has published a book called “priya baba”(dear baba) dedicated to her grandpa.

Lazyness!

Hard-work gives happiness in future, but laziness gives it immediately.  😉

No body is perfect. Like , are we really, machines? like having food at given time, Sleeping on time , getting up on time, I mean the entire story of routine seems like an analogue program.

They say , for first 18 months , right from our birth we taught how to talk, and next 18 years we are asked to sit quiet and listen how to behave.
So true .

So many times in the past year, I would return home to find that someone else has parked his/her bike/scooty in the spot where I usually park.
Those who have faced this would know just how irritating it is. But a few weeks back, things changed.
Troubled by the chaos and bashing that ensued every morning, when people staying in the apartment complex left for their offices,
the new security guard divided the whole parking area into parking spots. The parking space is now managed very efficiently and there
is no confusion. It has been designed by the security guard so brilliantly that there is no way a vehicle gets stuck
(at least I haven’t found any design flaw till now). So now he does not need to be woken up in the morning to pus some bike out of the way.

I was amazed by the design of the parking space. But I was astonished that a security guard who has basic education
designed the parking space so efficiently. I know some of my batch mates from engineering would not get it right.

The only motivation for doing this was the guard did not want to be disturbed early in the morning while he was sleeping.
Did laziness lead to innovation in this case?

(Story link: here)

What do you think?

It is usually thought that a hardworking person gives better results. But, I have a different opinion on this matter. I am not saying that working hard is bad but, I would like to associate efficiency with Laziness!
And by laziness, I don’t intend to advocate the art of being laid back or spend precious time doing nothing.
But, I feel laziness is a factor which drives innovation, its a way of perceiving things in a different way and getting
it done faster and in a productive way.

Anyway , They say , A lazy person would do a better job than others as he would obviously look for some easy and shortcut way.

I am not here to tell why should we be lazy, but sometimes

Its perfectly all right to have a messy living room, or for that matter a messy desktop, all because you were busy doing something innovative.
But sometimes its OK to take a leap,
and live the life you want.

Another side of perception, Called Life :)

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Two years into marriage, I would have
to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form… flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments.

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This article is picked from internet. I Loved it and thought of posting it here. Hope you people love it.

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A Coffee So Special

After a very eventful and busy year I finally took a week off..I had planned what I would be doing for my 5 day vacation and just couldn’t wait to start. As a woman in 20’s, my life basically revolves around work, friends, shopping (works like therapy for most of us!!) and balancing to do it all..

So on Friday as my day was coming to an end, I was excited to start my vacation and couldn’t wait to leave office..As I left office, clock ticked something around 8:15 PM. I walked my self to my office parking. and struggled to kick start my two wheeler, and then i left to my home. It was mid July, and clouds had declared to rain heavily in some time.I was scared, to get stuck in traffic and rain. I began to ride faster, but the traffic was heavy.

Somehow, i wanted to reach home as soon as possible, and i decided to take a shortcut route.

Just 5 minutes later, i saw myself in a narrow road, and small droplets started to hit me.

I love rain that way, but to deal with it in a heavy traffic, and still manage to ride a two-wheeler, it becomes messy.

Soon it had started raining heavily and. I had no clue what to do. There i spotted a bus stop with a small shed. I went there and parked my bike and jumped into the shed . Slowly people started to gather there and it was all rush. Finally waiting in the shed for what seemed like hours, raining stopped and people started to leave.

I too went to Kick-start my bike , and i realized my two-wheeler refused to start, so many kicks and nothing. I looked at the watch, 9:05 pm.

Scared, i called up my cousin who stayed in same city. He was away for a party. I kept trying to contact few more people in my contact list but all in vain.

I was getting worried now for it was getting very late and I didn’t know how to get some help.But just then when I almost gave up there came a guy. He stopped by on his bike and asked me if he could help. He had his helmet on so I could not see his face but he was a God send help for me. I observed his clothes and could figure out that he was a IT professional. I told him that my bike wouldn’t start.

He got down to help me out, and took out his helmet.Questions started pouring, “Do you have enough of fuel in this?”, “Don’t you have a working battery for this vehicle?”.I don’t know why men think women don’t understand things related to vehicle. Grrrr..

I was worried, and angry at the same time. He sensed my expression and stopped shooting questions.

He surely was a gentleman, for he had stopped to help a women in problem. Many people had passed by before he stopped, they did not bother to stop.

Few men even stared me. I was Thankful to this guy whom i knew would surely help me out.

10 minutes passed and the good man’s touch had worked on my bike as my vehicle started, and i took over the vehicle.

As soon as i looked up , i was stuck in his eyes.Like i looked at him through the camera lens, zoomed in all the way, the world did pause for few seconds, and i came back to existence.

I was about to say “Thank you” , but his phone rang loudly. He picked the phone call and he was done with it in 30 seconds.I said “Thank you so much…, You are a good person.. “, and he left…Like he left forever…

Deciding to take the main road i took a left , and i could spot the huge traffic jam. On the right side i spotted a Cafe Coffee Day.

There was no way i could get over the traffic, and my hunger tickled me , and i took my way to C.C.D.

It was full , my day couldn’t get worse. I scanned the tables to spot a young man sitting alone on a 2 sharing table.

I walked to him , to ask if he was OK to share the table with me. “Excuse me!” i said, and the busy guy popped out of his menu card, to look at me, and i hear him saying “Oh, you?” , i was like its “oh, ya”..

This time i looked at his face. Fair, long nose, and neat features. pretty decent . The waiter came to take the order ,And i said “1 regular mocha”, and the guy added make it 2 , and the waiter vanished.

I was curious to know his name, “So whats your name?” , He gave a 1 word reply, “Aneesh”.O oh , all awkward now, how would i continue the conversation?

“So where do you work”, popped his question. Hushhh, i babbled the answer, and the conversation went on and on.

Time is relative, when you want something not to end, it ends quickly. Like, it was 11:15 PM, the traffic had cleared till then,rain had stopped, the waiters were looking at us, and he said “So, it was nice talking to you” he said, and i added ” we need to leave now”.

Worst part of all this was he did not ask my name,and best part was our conversation 🙂

Surely my Vacation was Awesome…. and i started loving Coffee ..

Surely a lot can happen over a cup of coffee.

A lost Love…Story of a teenager…

It was a sunny day, and the Calendar read something like March’ 1997 when I first met this Girl..

Okay, So It was just a day before my 7th Class/Standard Public Exam..It was the first time we were facing such a exam. I went along with my friends to see the seating arrangements so that we don’t face any difficulty in spotting it. I walked down to the class room where my seat was marked, as the rooms were locked, i peeped through the window to know where my seat was, that was the first time i saw her. She was standing there, in the opposite window, her eyes

so innocently looking for the seat, and her charm, made me forget where i was.

She knew that it was me who is going to be seated in front of her for all the exams, She walked to me , asking “Are you Amogh?“.

She gave me a handshake and told me that her seat was after mine.(That was my first experience of giving shake hand to unknown girl..)

Next day exam started. And She, sitting in front of me in the exam hall was the only best part of exams.

I went numb when she turned back and asked an answer, her face was so close to mine , i could look into her eyes forever.

I was in a different world  during those exam days. Exams were over, and i was sad, for i couldn’t see her anymore.

I got second place to our center by the margin of one marks.

I joined high school , only to find out about her admission to same school. My happiness had no bounds.I wanted to tell all my friends about her, but i din’t. We became friends, And we talked like any normal Classmates. She made my high school days memorable.

2 years flew, like a rocket in the sky, and i had already fallen for her. I knew it was “LOVE”.

And i knew , she knew it too. We never expressed it. For, it was too soon. We were in school. It was our 10th grade. And i had to do good. My dad wanted to see me as a Doctor.

The exams geared up, and we got busy with studies.

I Stood first for the center. I went to 11th grade and opted for Science background. I had stay in a different City with my uncle, for a better college. My uncle was a Lawyer. We had Land line Telephone in our room. And i gave my number to her  through a friend.We talked a lot about our High school days. The funny thing about our phone calls was that sometimes my uncle used to pick her call, and he used to say “HELLO” twice, if he dint get any reply he used to handover the phone to me(LOL…).My super-cool-uncle used to go out for a walk so that I can talk to her comfortably.

Days went by just as sand flows from hand. 12th grade exam was crucial  as  So many people had set expectation on me. I was very Confident about myself.

 But, there comes one more U-turn in my life. It was Physics exam and in the exam hall I read all the questions and got confident that I could get through it with great grades.  In first few minutes, suddenly the Girl sitting behind me asked some formula for problems.  Its that moment I lost my momentum. I told her some formula, and i got back to my track, I dint get any word.

 I sat for few minutes remembering where I left.. I couldn’t. I had lost it all.  Anyway I managed to finish all questions except the last part..That’s solving problems(which were of 20 marks(4*5))

 The problems were easy, But frankly speaking I didn’t get the simple formula V=fl (f * lambda). I couldn’t solve any of the problems. I had lost it all.

 I couldn’t stop crying that day.  I had already realized i couldn’t peruse my dream of getting in to Medicine any more.

 Somehow, I dragged myself to finish rest of my exams, and i ran back to my Hometown, but I had be prepared for the Entrance exams for  University. Back in hometown My Girl was there, but she had her exams going on.

 On her last exam, i wanted to wish her “good luck”, and i waited for her to finish the exam.

 I and my friends waited outside her college, for her to finish the exam.

 When she came back , we headed towards a restaurant.

 I gazed into her eyes, they were so beautiful, I felt like a lost soul, and that’s it, i wanted to propose her. 

 But i hesitated. She looked beautiful to me.

 She mentioned about going to PUNE that day for a month or so.

 We headed back to our home. Later that day when i was back home, i suddenly felt the urge to see her, it was a magical feeling,  I called up her friend , and asked her to arrange for our meet. She agreed, and we were supposed to meet at a temple near by.

 Like a lost soul, i reached the place before time. Finally i Saw her coming with her sister.

 As soon as she came to me I asked her ”

WILL YOU MARRY ME“. I don’t know from where I got the guts.

 She was shocked at first.I kept repeating the same. I could see her blush. But she said  “Nooooooooooo”..

 I could read her blushes, They meant “Yes” to me.

We talked like never before. I felt so happy about what happened that day. 

I wanted to see her before she left to PUNE. Somehow i arranged to meet her at my friends room.  I was waiting for her at the room, and she arrived in time. She was at the door.

 Her eyes spoke more than her words. I said “M going to miss you badly“, And she said, “I will miss you too“.

 After all the talks , she was ready to leave. I asked if i could kiss her? and she was shocked.

 She was standing there like a doll, lost in her thoughts. She refused. but she was still standing there. I din’t wanted to regret. I went back and kissed her. My first kiss. 🙂 

 

 I don’t know where I kissed her.. was that her forehead or cheek.. I just closed my eyes at that moment.

 

 And she left…

 Left forever….

 So many questions hovering my mind,

 She left me with hollowness. Why?

 With my mind full of her memories.Why?

 She said she was mine forever. Why?

 But She left me.. Forever…

 

 Why?

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Author: Amogh, A techie based in US. Amogh is workaholic, he loves music, reading novels , trekking, cycling
last but not least “Alcohol”. I hope Many of you could connect this story with your crush in school.

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Dream, Ambition and Passion

Having a dream in life is a great thing in anyone’s life.
But, it could have different meaning to different people.
Having a dream, lets you know what you want in life, at-least its better then Some people who don’t even know what they want.
You should always “Love” what you do, or to be more precise you should always do what you “love”.

Working because you are supposed to work is the worst thing one does.
Its your life and live as you want.
One best thing to keep yourself on track is to read about the people who have lived their dream,
and who are successful, It really motivates us. Reading about them also tones our thoughts. And ultimately,

“We are what our thoughts have made us,So take care of what you think”

Now coming to the point, how “passion” is so different than “being ambitious“.
when you are being ambitious you just think about yourself and your goals, and everything else revolves around your own growth
and progress.
But when you are passionate about something, that idea itself becomes your life, and you live that idea or dream.
It changes you inside-out, it not only lifts you but also touches others lives.
For example, Sachin Tendulkar, the great Indian cricketer, his passion towards “Cricket” has changed the lives of thousands of people.
Every child out there wants to be a cricketer just like Sachin. That’s what passion does to you.. You set a benchmark…

They say “Great minds have purposes, others have just have wishes”.

One Should not have a dream for the sake of having it.. We should have a Purpose behind it.Being Ambitious is good, But Being equally passionate takes us to a different level..Believe in your dreams, For, thats where both passion and ambotion take birth from…
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Author: Sameeksha

Sameeksha is a sweet person. She’s currently in Pune for her Studies. She loves to study about birds. She is also a good singer.  And you can find her on trekking around the city of Pune, oftenly. Hope her enlightening Post helps you realize your Dream.