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Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
So far...
Lyfe 1999 bhuta mummy pratish shailesh bhumika nagardas cambridge gujarati english ssc commerce tolani confusion friends world politics kunal sandy reading books mihir faisal karan goldflake music nishit arvind 2004 beaches compassion pseudo frozen-thoughts internet yahoo cat sapna july blogging karma nightmare iipm apurva jignesh money mukund knowledge dipali london beautiful lull reena mba heartbreak anger random madness inertia sadness words 2008 icici poonam philosophy feelings learning 2009 unlearning relearning dharmi kkps orkut kunjal dhruti dreams regrets mistakes nirvana wisdom razr 202 andheri india ccd u2 markets sensex ideas 11 pinkfloyd ethics wowy fridays sagar-apts business frustation greed marriage obsession problems pleasure kutch
.... not in chronological order and in same intensity. "I", "ME", "MYSELF" is sum of these parts, so far...!!
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
In search of meaning....
मुजमे एक आवाझ है ऐसि,
सांसे बेखबर, खबर रुह (soul) को जिस्की.
भीद मे इस तन्हाइ के सबब (reason) क्या है?
बूंदो कि इस प्यास के अतित (history) क्या है?
अतुट है जब पर्छाइ (shadow) तो रात के अंदाझ क्या है?
झिंदगि है जुआ (gambling) तो हार के मलाल (regret) क्या है?
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Unknown day of July..
Unknown day of July, the sun was trying to settle down somewhere in the west of the city of Mumbai, it always settles amidst that filthy looking concrete jungle, leaving rest of the work for dusk to complete.
The corner table of the Café Coffee Day popularly known as CCD was occupied by them….
He: Are you sure?
She: Yes, are you?
He: It doesn’t matter..
She: It does..
He: When you are not in a position to exercise your will it doesn’t matter what you feel.
She: That’s true but I think it’s high time we end this chapter now.
He: How can you end something which never started, we were in fools paradise.
She: Sometimes it’s great to be in fools paradise and enjoy lyfe which otherwise you can’t being among worldly wise of this society.
He: That’s good way to look at it.
She: I always told you to change the way you look at lyfe.
He: But I never did.
She: But I am sure you will.
He: Now that’s being too optimistic
She: I am
He: I will try
She: Good for you
He: may be, anyways its dusk, time to part ways.
She: Oh yes, otherwise you wont get an auto back home.
He: What was that? PJ?
She: Well, something’s in lyfe cant change. J
He: Bye
She: Goodbye
Within seconds the chairs were empty and paid bill was lying on the table with unused cappuccino. Two shadows were walking on the same road in opposite direction under the street lights.
The dusk had turned into night.
The corner table of the Café Coffee Day popularly known as CCD was occupied by them….
He: Are you sure?
She: Yes, are you?
He: It doesn’t matter..
She: It does..
He: When you are not in a position to exercise your will it doesn’t matter what you feel.
She: That’s true but I think it’s high time we end this chapter now.
He: How can you end something which never started, we were in fools paradise.
She: Sometimes it’s great to be in fools paradise and enjoy lyfe which otherwise you can’t being among worldly wise of this society.
He: That’s good way to look at it.
She: I always told you to change the way you look at lyfe.
He: But I never did.
She: But I am sure you will.
He: Now that’s being too optimistic
She: I am
He: I will try
She: Good for you
He: may be, anyways its dusk, time to part ways.
She: Oh yes, otherwise you wont get an auto back home.
He: What was that? PJ?
She: Well, something’s in lyfe cant change. J
He: Bye
She: Goodbye
Within seconds the chairs were empty and paid bill was lying on the table with unused cappuccino. Two shadows were walking on the same road in opposite direction under the street lights.
The dusk had turned into night.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Lyfe is a Journey....
from contemplation to action.
from action to experience.
from experience to realization.
from realization to maturity.
from dreams to reality.
from karma to destiny.
from conscious to subconscious.
from body to soul.
from illusion to awakening.
from seeking to sharing.
from passion to obsession.
from serendipity to relationships.
from ‘here & now’ to nostalgia.
from beginning to THE END…
from action to experience.
from experience to realization.
from realization to maturity.
from dreams to reality.
from karma to destiny.
from conscious to subconscious.
from body to soul.
from illusion to awakening.
from seeking to sharing.
from passion to obsession.
from serendipity to relationships.
from ‘here & now’ to nostalgia.
from beginning to THE END…
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Just a passing thought
on a day like this....
As you grow old
Time changes.. circumstances change..
values change.. priorities change..
perception changes.. people change..
ralationships change.. lyfe changes..
.....but memories ramain.. unchanged, unaffected, intact.
11th July o8
As you grow old
Time changes.. circumstances change..
values change.. priorities change..
perception changes.. people change..
ralationships change.. lyfe changes..
.....but memories ramain.. unchanged, unaffected, intact.
11th July o8
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The Autorickshaw Diaries
Inspired by the recently read book Motorcycle diaries by legendary personality CHE Guevara, I thought of writing this but thankfully this inspiration is confined to only title and not the content.
For long Mumbai has been identified with local trains and omnipresent BEST buses but autorickshaw has not been given its due may be because its area of operations has been restricted to half of Mumbai ie Mumbai suburbs
Travelling in auto rickshaw in Mumbai has been part of growing up in Mumbai for last as many years as I can remember, from the age when I was allowed to travel with 3 permitted adults as a kid to the age when I am considered among adults.
Likeness for autorickshaw is a subjective thing, if you are driving in your so called air-conditioned four wheel sedan, it will seem like unwanted creature crawling on the road and creating lot of troubles and you will inexorably end up uttering four, five or six letter words based on your linguistic influence and vocabulary preferences….. but if you are stuck somewhere and there is no other mode of travelling then it will come across as god send savior in the moment of crisis. Fortunately or unfortunately I have experienced both.
It’s an experience of a kind to travel in autorickshaw on Mumbai roads which are often used in same connotation as in moon’s surface. Talking about experience of travelling in autorickshaw… most of them have music system which will give you inferiority complex about your music system at home but unfortunately they typically play some unheard old hindi film songs or Altaf Raja kind of music (!!!) or Himesh Reshmiya with extra beats(!!!???##%%^&#) which sounds more like nuisance then music.
Broadly there are four categories of drivers in the roads of Mumbai which has some typical common traits among their respective categories. These are Motorcyclist, car drivers, bus drivers and autorickshaw drivers. All these categories are topic of separate discussion but talking about autorickshaw drivers, I think they are the most restless breed of drivers nurtured indigenously on the roads of Mumbai which can not be reproduced anywhere in the world. Even if they have scanty piece of automobile in their hand they drive it like some 100 horse powered engineering marvel. On the face of it, autorickshaw looks like some alien vehicle, cross breed between bajaj scooter and some delivery van.
Another interesting aspect of autorickshaw as per my observation comes from the people who use it for travelling. Owing to cosmopolitan (!!) nature of Amchi Mumbai, people from different walks of lyfe likes to call it in a many different ways such as AUTORICKSHAW, RICKSHAW, AUTO, RICK and some indigenous names like RIKSHO by typical gujju maniben or MENDHAK by car drivers because of the way it looks.
The most interesting part about autorickshaw for me is its fare. For last many years minimum fare is fixed at Rs 9 which is BATA style of pricing. Generally neither drivers have inclination to give the one rupee back nor do travelers have interest in taking the one rupee back but speaking about myself had I taken back all those one rupee coins over the years, by now I would have been in a position to buy my own autorickshaw.
For long Mumbai has been identified with local trains and omnipresent BEST buses but autorickshaw has not been given its due may be because its area of operations has been restricted to half of Mumbai ie Mumbai suburbs
Travelling in auto rickshaw in Mumbai has been part of growing up in Mumbai for last as many years as I can remember, from the age when I was allowed to travel with 3 permitted adults as a kid to the age when I am considered among adults.
Likeness for autorickshaw is a subjective thing, if you are driving in your so called air-conditioned four wheel sedan, it will seem like unwanted creature crawling on the road and creating lot of troubles and you will inexorably end up uttering four, five or six letter words based on your linguistic influence and vocabulary preferences….. but if you are stuck somewhere and there is no other mode of travelling then it will come across as god send savior in the moment of crisis. Fortunately or unfortunately I have experienced both.
It’s an experience of a kind to travel in autorickshaw on Mumbai roads which are often used in same connotation as in moon’s surface. Talking about experience of travelling in autorickshaw… most of them have music system which will give you inferiority complex about your music system at home but unfortunately they typically play some unheard old hindi film songs or Altaf Raja kind of music (!!!) or Himesh Reshmiya with extra beats(!!!???##%%^&#) which sounds more like nuisance then music.
Broadly there are four categories of drivers in the roads of Mumbai which has some typical common traits among their respective categories. These are Motorcyclist, car drivers, bus drivers and autorickshaw drivers. All these categories are topic of separate discussion but talking about autorickshaw drivers, I think they are the most restless breed of drivers nurtured indigenously on the roads of Mumbai which can not be reproduced anywhere in the world. Even if they have scanty piece of automobile in their hand they drive it like some 100 horse powered engineering marvel. On the face of it, autorickshaw looks like some alien vehicle, cross breed between bajaj scooter and some delivery van.
Another interesting aspect of autorickshaw as per my observation comes from the people who use it for travelling. Owing to cosmopolitan (!!) nature of Amchi Mumbai, people from different walks of lyfe likes to call it in a many different ways such as AUTORICKSHAW, RICKSHAW, AUTO, RICK and some indigenous names like RIKSHO by typical gujju maniben or MENDHAK by car drivers because of the way it looks.
The most interesting part about autorickshaw for me is its fare. For last many years minimum fare is fixed at Rs 9 which is BATA style of pricing. Generally neither drivers have inclination to give the one rupee back nor do travelers have interest in taking the one rupee back but speaking about myself had I taken back all those one rupee coins over the years, by now I would have been in a position to buy my own autorickshaw.
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