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Barso re Megha, Barso re

On a quiet Sunday evening I have decided to forgo my evening siesta and write something after a long hiatus. I have kept my self busy by attending workshop on Photography and also completing a course on Air rifle shooting. Due to my interest in photography I got to see many new places which was wonderful but which also meant that I was as busy on weekends as I am during the weekdays…

The Pied Crested Cuckoo also called the Rain bird has arrived in Mumbai signalling that it may Rain soon and keeping with time I have changed my caller tune.

I have never liked rains ever since I was kid. Its surprising that after living in Mumbai for 23 years I still haven’t gotten to love it as much as my family and friends do. As a kid whenever it rained it meant staying indoors with the adults since you couldn’t go out and play. It also meant paying a visit to my local doctor. I use to wait when the Sun will come out and I can rush outside to play.

As it happens in Life you meet some one who helps you change your opinion.
Sujata loved rains ever since she was kid… every time it would rain a smile would break on her face. She didn’t saw the pot holes filled roads, the jammed packed buses or the slowing down of trains, she only saw the rain droplets trickling down her face.

We no longer share the friendship we did once and having our differences decided to take different paths. As time passes and I get older I will forget some of the moments we shared. But come rains and I am sure that there is someone who will be dancing and smiling. So Do I love rains? It cannot be answered in yes or no but I don’t hate them any more like I use too…

Sleeping Pill for an Insomniac!!!

“Love means not ever having to say you’re sorry.” I have never read a more beautiful line than this or may be I haven’t read that many classics to begin with. Sometimes when it gets difficult to find sleep at night and nothing else will work I go to my book shelf and search for a book called “Love Story by Erich Segal”.
I have no idea how this book became my sleeping pill but every time sleep has deserted me reading the book always puts me to sleep.

There are lot of books which can put you to sleep some engineering books are quite famous for putting its readers to sleep in no time. But I just love the characters. Its 133 pages from start to end and that means I can finish the book in 90 minute or even less than that. And by the end of it I am so numb and my mind is so blank that I just close my eyes and I am asleep.

I have always been a huge fiction fan and action and thrillers rank high on my list. But this is perhaps the only book which is different from the genre I read. Its amazes me how in less than 100 pages the author can pack so many emotions.

Talking about emotions I guess it will be interesting to read “It’s Not About the bike by Lance Armstrong”
World champion at age of 24 who fought cancer to become 7 times winner of Tour de France one of the world toughest sporting event. One of my sporting heroes…

I guess by next blog is gonna be on that book. Till my next blog you can check out my new writing “November”. It’s crappy as usual…

Ever since we met in November,
Yours is the only face I remember
Night and day…

Its true believe me
With lips of an angel
You sound so sweet

Without you on my side
Life seems to be a big lie…

Words Can't Say What A Love Can Do!!!

But that was yesterday
You are so far away
And I am on my own
It felt lot like love
Till yesterday it felt so great

Been in love…

Its true believe me
Words Can't Say What A Love Can Do!!!

With lips of an angel
You sound so sweet

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Friends they play different role every day in your life. You love them, hate them, miss them but cannot live in a world without them. This article is dedicated to some of my friends without whom my life would be less interesting and also because there is a funny story how I became friends with them.

Neha AKA “Kiddo”:- Seven years and still counting. In class of 150 on the first day of junior college she was the only voice that got my attention and I managed to know her name which incidentally helped me to borrow biology notes from her since I knew her name and could ask her. In seven long years since then we have been through thick and thin. I still call her a kid and planning to give her a special award for listening to me for so many years and still been sane. Perhaps the only person who can read my mind and that’s special given the fact that my brain never sleeps.

Moments: hmm there are many but perhaps my surprise visit to her when I landed unannounced in Pune.

Little known fact: We have never attended each other birthdays.

Priyanka AKA “Pri” AKA ”Babes”:- She though I was aloof and may be a touch arrogant since I kept forgetting her name and kept calling her by some other name(that’s y two nicknames for her).

We got to know each other while working on a white paper contest. The fact is I wasn’t in the original team and came in because they were one person short .She is my eternal girlfriend. We love to argue. Given a choice she would kill me because I irritate her so much. But all beautiful girls have beautiful heart and so I am still alive…

Moments: The birthday party we friends threw for her 20^th birthday. The smile on her face was worth all the effort. One of my best surprise parties till date.

Little known fact: She is my Self appointed relationship advisor.

Prajwal AKA “Praj” AKA “My Devil twin ”:- If this was 70’s, then we would have been part of Manmohan Desai classic of two brothers lost in a mela and meeting after 21 years. I always knew him as priyanka’s friend but Goa trip last summer actually changed this. His home is now my weekend getaway. We discuss everything right from girls to our first love Manchester United. There are very few people whom I respect and he is one of them. It needs courage to walk on road less travel. The fact that he is running his own small firm is no mean achievement by any accounts.

Moments: The Goa trip. Matches in which Man United wins.

Little known fact: We can read each others thoughts.

Karishma AKA “Superwoman”:- Well we were a part of a team of more than 50 people who were involved in organizing a technical fest at inter city level. In all the two months of preparation our path never crossed and we actually met for the first time at the reunion a year later. The first time we met she thought I was arrogant. One of the very few people I enjoy talking to. Has an amazing sense of humor.

Moments: The first time we met.

Little known fact: Love making greeting cards for friends...

Raisa AKA “Moufflou”:- I hate going to social gatherings and especially where I know no one. So after saying no to dad that I won’t accompany him to his Bangalore trip I don’t know what made me change my mind especially since if I decide something I hardly go back. One of the most beautiful people I have ever met. Even though she lives on a different continent and a different time zone our journey till now has been fun. Multi talented and a drama queen.

Moments: The surprise birthday present I made for her. Bangalore trip.

Little known fact: Thought I hated her at first...

Well the fact remains what ever first impression I may have had on them they have realized over a period of time that someone like me is rare and even though they would like if I can keep my mouth shut they love me nevertheless…

Good Bye 2007!!!! A year to remember

Exactly a year ago I posted my first blog post An year in solitude. It’s been a nice experience writing blogs since then and many of my friends have been kind enough to read some of my crap and reply back. Of all the blog that I have written angel-and-devil the-friendship remains everyone’s favorite. I remember writing this blog at 3’oclock in the night. I was unable to sleep and it was an attempt on my part to sleep but surprisingly the words just kept on flowing and within 20 minutes I was done. I guess when words comes from the heart it shows.

2007 has been a year which I would like to carry with me in future. I had more ups then downs learned a lot from a teacher called experience. It’s been a year where I met my twin brother after 22 years…I and praj are so similar that priyanka calls us twins.

It was a year where one moment I was in control of my life the next I wasn’t. A year where I was in hospital for one instance and writing my final exams the next.A year where India loses to Bangladesh and wins the 20-20 world cup. It’s been that kind of a year a hell of a roller coaster ride…

What 2008 holds for I have no idea… hopefully good. This will be my last blog for the year 2007. As the year changes hands so will this blog. Will come up with different design and features in the year 2008.
Planning to add a book review section to this blog where at least one book review will be written by me in a month. So next year looks promising and I am still single what more could I ask…!!!!

Cheers!!!! Have Fun…

Prem Sadan

I could smell the sea breeze as I got down from the bus. Walking towards PREMSADAN a home of love for orphan and poor girls along with rest of the guys who had decided to come and spent some time with the children it was strange feeling inside me something which is hard to describe in words.

We met the kids and distributed chocolates to them. But not a single of them asked us for more. It was strange forcing kids to accept the chocolates second time. We had to force them. That is something which stayed with me the discipline and the fact that they don’t ask more in life. And they are still kids.

We played, danced, sang and clicked photos. It was nice to be kid again. The two hours we spent we learned a lot. Certainly I did. There were all smiling. Never once I saw anyone sad even though god knows what they must have gone through.

This blog is an attempt on my part to reach out to those people who want to help and do something good for the society but doesn’t have the medium to do so. Guys believe me it doesn’t take much to bring smile on their faces.

To see their Smile/Photos Click Here.

To be on Record we managed to raise almost 11000 Rs/- with 25 people contributing to the pool. There was no limit and minimum amount. The amount to be given was left on the individual decision to contribute.

We managed to purchase lot of daily items of necessity for the kids and are planning again to go there a week before Diwali.

If you want to join us and help the kids you can call me /mail me.

My number is 9323850671.

Email id: karan_singh1985@yahoo.com

Prem Sadan: http://www.helpersofmary.org/community.asp?id=17

Lost in the Clouds

He knew he was lost in the crowd who had gathered out there to listen to some religious guru give his views on life. It had happened so quickly. In hurry to get away quickly from the maddening crowd he had lost the holding of his mother’s hand.

He ran few meters to his left and then to his right and then stopped. He was panicking now. The crowd was swelling and he was lost. He knew what happened to the children who were lost. They never get to meet their parents again and are made to beg on the streets.

He kept on running every few meters in all directions before stopping. He was searching for his mother but he could not find her in the crowd. Why he had let go her hand in the first place.
He was crying now because he knew he was lost and would never see his mother again. He just stood their crying.

Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder. He turned back to look at a woman who was asking him his name. She took his hand and asked him to come with her. She told him she was taking him to the volunteers who will be able to find his mother.

The boy followed her with her hand firmly gripped in his. He didn’t want to let her go at any cost. The woman finally handed the boy to volunteer to who was looking for him. The announcement had already been made on the public system and all the volunteers were told to look out for a young boy who was lost.

When the boy saw his mother he ran quickly and hugged her. The mother and child were both relieved to find each other.

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That was almost 15 years ago. I do get lost even today.

Lost, lost in my own world, in my own thoughts, in the rat race.

I don’t know how my life would have turned out be if not for that strange female who helped me. That day she helped me find my mother.

But today when I get lost I try to find myself in this maddening place where everyone is so caught up with themselves that they sometimes don’t remember who they are , they just know who they want to be like.

Every one of us wants happiness in our lives and we chase it all through our existence on this planet. The key to it is not lost its there somewhere all we have to do is search a bit. Search within us.