Ok I have weird ideas I know.......And they get weirder by the day. But then so does he. And what happens when 2 otherwise sane(?) people get stuck on to their respective weird ideas and try to prove their point??-An argument..right...........So that's how it started -with an argument-my aquaintance with Baba Maarlo. In a restaurant in Pune. Well ...ok.....fine....we argued.......so what?? Nothing actually.....
And then I moved on to Mumbai and he to ....Ahmedabad to complete his studies.
And then many autumns later we met again in Mumbai.... And this time there were no arguments, we had grown up.
But who is this Baba Maarlo and how do I know him??
Hmmm needs some explanation........
My mom always says that a only a good person can be a good friend. Well I have yet to come across a better person than Shikha all my life........And considering that I have n number of friends and aquaintances apread across India -That's saying something.
She was my neighbour back home , and over a period of time we became good friends as well.
Those were the days- endless gossip over phone, long evening walks, shopping trips , going to college together, giggling over silly jokes, discussing our crushes......the list is huge. Those days I was on a cooking experimentation spree and my poor Shikha used to be a guinea pig for all my culinary end products. But trust her to constantly motivate me by praising my efforts all over.
She has always been a source of motivation and inspiration for me . Today I sit back and wonder how would life had been if I didn't have a friend like her to stand by me through all my turmoils and failures. I am sure I would have made a mess of everything. Well so there is she-My Shikha, she is not my Best Friend , she is my BESTEST Friend....
But Yes we were talking about Baba Maarlo-where does he come into the picture.......Well my mom also says that good people always get good people as companions.
So Shikha got Baba Maarlo -in other words they are...eh...em ..er." Good Friends" ............
What a pair they make!!!! He- Tall ,Handsome, cheerful, bright- She- Pretty , slim, charming, attractive and Me-The perennial kabab mein haddi. (Make no mistake- I am writing all this at great risks to my life. Someone sitting there in delhi is gonna kill me once she reads this)
So Baba Maarlo is a good friend today-we don't have arguments about silly things any more. It feels good to talk to him when I am happy, sad, cheerful, grumpy-in other words at all times....Banda yeh definitelty Bindaas hai......And Shikha is the Best.....and she remains the special person that she always has been....And sorry to do this to u guys-but u have to bear the extra baggage called Mishi all ur life:)))
Cheers to our Friendship!!!!
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Another Day
It is not too hot today and it's also a Friday. Last working day of the week.
Feeling happy, humming to myself. 5 months in this city and still a stranger.......How many places have I been to in 2 years of work experience??Silchar, Kolkata, Dhanbad, Ahmedabad, Delhi, Chandigarh, Hyderabad, Vijaywada, Chennai, Pune..and how many times have i been to home-twice.......Small ironies of life.....
What would I do tommorow.......What have I been doing in these 2 years....
Some times life seems more cryptic and complicated than a crossword puzzle.
Pains, misery, failures, illness, dejection, love, hatred, betrayal, happiness, success-have i seen it all?? Maybe Yes.On retrospect there was so much I could have done to avoid failures and miseries. There was so much I could have achieved had I not wasted my time in pointless self pity. Every experience is a learning. And every learning has a price tag.Is life fair?? This discussion often comes up amongst friends during post dinner conversations. How can it ever be..... some one had to lose so that someone else can win.......this is a neverending vicious circle, you have to wait for your turn.
The greatest irony of life is perhaps the fact that we do not have any control on things which effect us most.So while we can celebrate birthdays, we do not have any idea about when the final hour would come or how it would come........and while we appreciate good looks , we do not have any control on the way we look, and while it is important to make it to IIT, and yet we do not have any control on our grey cells-we are born with them and have to live with them and utilise them to whatever extent possible.
Maybe I am too sceptical and caustic...but it doesn't hurt to do a reality check.
Feeling happy, humming to myself. 5 months in this city and still a stranger.......How many places have I been to in 2 years of work experience??Silchar, Kolkata, Dhanbad, Ahmedabad, Delhi, Chandigarh, Hyderabad, Vijaywada, Chennai, Pune..and how many times have i been to home-twice.......Small ironies of life.....
What would I do tommorow.......What have I been doing in these 2 years....
Some times life seems more cryptic and complicated than a crossword puzzle.
Pains, misery, failures, illness, dejection, love, hatred, betrayal, happiness, success-have i seen it all?? Maybe Yes.On retrospect there was so much I could have done to avoid failures and miseries. There was so much I could have achieved had I not wasted my time in pointless self pity. Every experience is a learning. And every learning has a price tag.Is life fair?? This discussion often comes up amongst friends during post dinner conversations. How can it ever be..... some one had to lose so that someone else can win.......this is a neverending vicious circle, you have to wait for your turn.
The greatest irony of life is perhaps the fact that we do not have any control on things which effect us most.So while we can celebrate birthdays, we do not have any idea about when the final hour would come or how it would come........and while we appreciate good looks , we do not have any control on the way we look, and while it is important to make it to IIT, and yet we do not have any control on our grey cells-we are born with them and have to live with them and utilise them to whatever extent possible.
Maybe I am too sceptical and caustic...but it doesn't hurt to do a reality check.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Roses
Do you stop and smell the roses? No, you don't have the time.
Do you know smelling the roses is just a frame of mind?
Life goes by so quickly in this hustle, bustle world.
But roses are all around us, for every boy and girl.
Have you seen Old Glory waving? Did your heart swell with pride?
And did you thank God for freedom, though many brave men died?
Did you see those blue birds flying as you drove to work today?
And the colors in the sunset on your return displayed?
Did you hear the children laughing while playing games outside?
Or see a twinkle in your baby's eyes as you kissed her cheek goodnight?
Did you feel the breeze on your sweated brow that hot summer day?
And smell the rain in the springtime that washed the dust away?
Roses are all around us - even in busy times.
You don't need TIME to smell the roses - it takes a state of mind.
Do you know smelling the roses is just a frame of mind?
Life goes by so quickly in this hustle, bustle world.
But roses are all around us, for every boy and girl.
Have you seen Old Glory waving? Did your heart swell with pride?
And did you thank God for freedom, though many brave men died?
Did you see those blue birds flying as you drove to work today?
And the colors in the sunset on your return displayed?
Did you hear the children laughing while playing games outside?
Or see a twinkle in your baby's eyes as you kissed her cheek goodnight?
Did you feel the breeze on your sweated brow that hot summer day?
And smell the rain in the springtime that washed the dust away?
Roses are all around us - even in busy times.
You don't need TIME to smell the roses - it takes a state of mind.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
My Tom
He is dark and handsome , if not tall and has a roving eye. He flirts with many females of his species and they give him equal attention.He is all of 3 years and is very proud of his grey coat and whiskers. Three years ago he was born in our garage, the mother having abandoned the baby as soon as it was born, we decided to adopt him.And since then he has been living with us a family member.All day he has nothing to do and lazes out in the sun or sleeps on my bed or watches TV sitting on the sofa. His diet is rich and good- bread, biscuits, fish, eggs, meat, chocolates, ice-creams, cakes,sweets and a daily dose of scoldings , which is given by me.
I have a tough time listening to our neighbour's complaints about his misdeeds which include scaring their pet rabbit(Mrs Sharma) , stealing things from their kitchen(Mrs Raman) and flirting with their tabby(Mrs Balchandani).And I try my best to punish the culprit amply for his pranks , but it is easier decided than implemented, for whenever I try to be strict , he gives me such a meek and weak look that it melts my heart and everything is forgiven and forgotten.
He stays out sometimes for long hours and I begin worrying ........but it is actually not required because he is always back before dinner, cos he obviously wouldn't want to miss his dinner.
After dinner he walks over to my bedroon, climbs over to my bed , stretches himself, yawns, purrs softly, licks his fur clean and lies down for a goodnight's sleep....And as I watch this oft repeated scene , I murmur fondly"Thank You God for this wonderful gift"!!!
I have a tough time listening to our neighbour's complaints about his misdeeds which include scaring their pet rabbit(Mrs Sharma) , stealing things from their kitchen(Mrs Raman) and flirting with their tabby(Mrs Balchandani).And I try my best to punish the culprit amply for his pranks , but it is easier decided than implemented, for whenever I try to be strict , he gives me such a meek and weak look that it melts my heart and everything is forgiven and forgotten.
He stays out sometimes for long hours and I begin worrying ........but it is actually not required because he is always back before dinner, cos he obviously wouldn't want to miss his dinner.
After dinner he walks over to my bedroon, climbs over to my bed , stretches himself, yawns, purrs softly, licks his fur clean and lies down for a goodnight's sleep....And as I watch this oft repeated scene , I murmur fondly"Thank You God for this wonderful gift"!!!
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