Every season has its wonder

I stumbled upon a blog yesterday. One of my batch-mates from Pune had blogged about Pune..and the University and our 2 years at the place. He had a lot of things to say about those two years. I agreed to whatever he had to say. The place for some reason made us all believe that anything was possible.. On the green campus which was almost as big as a township, old-time structures and the white rickshaw that ferried people from one department to other or simply from the heart of the university to the gates where the real world began out there.. everything seemed simple..

Everything seemed possible there. From directing a short film to remaining a person who lived her life doing what she loved to do. Sitting there on the staircase, green moss making the steps look alive..very much like everything that was a part of this campus and discussing film scripts and stories was like breathing in oxygen..

I did not major in film making. But, I had the opportunity to assist people in their projects. One year I had film-making as one of the subjects. We worked on one ad film. I ideated it and we shot it. Each member got a chance to shoot one shot in the film. It was wonderful.. as wonderful as maybe realizing for the 1st time that you can walk. Then we shot something else too..And, I was to write a short film for my final year. .. I did not take up film making though.. for my final year. I wanted a convenient life.. Simple and uncomplicated. A decent job and a good life. It was one thing to dream about films and novels and speak with conviction within the univ reign and other thing to script stuff and get dumped in the real world. Plus, that person I was was maybe just what I was because I was in that world then… where we thought we had grown wings…where we thought.. this was life.. as if it would never end..

The blog I read said.. after the Univ days I realized that all good things in life end..Which is true and not as bad as it sounds.. Every season has its wonder..

just get a pet

Yesterday, I was watching a Marathi program and the host there- Mr. Sachin Pilgaonkar was talking about true love.. He said if you want to experience it.. you sure can at your home... Or else just get a pet. I could relate to the thought, when he said he has a dog and it doesn't even know his name or his profession or his standing in the society.. The dog just loves him anyway..

I used to have a dog too. I had her for 11 years..I have never been greeted back home with so much love and excitement by anybody else..I have never greeted anyone with that sort of love and excitement either.

You and I in this beautiful world ..

You and I in this beautiful world
green grass..blue sky
You... and ...I

I love this Hutch song. Downloaded it today from the net. http://rs170.rapidshare.com/files/47728572/u_n_i_original.mp3

:) Life's good..as good as the coffee that smells really good...and tastes even better. :)

I logged in again after publishing this post.. I was forgetting something so important. We need to mark yesterday's date too. I managed to make 10 rotis on my own. right from the start.. From flour to roti.. the entire process invloved here. On my own!

This means that I can actually manage to cook and pack lunch and manage dinners for people in my life. The rotis weren't as good as the ones I get in my lunch box. But, the rotis weren't as bad as the ones I see my Boss's lunchbox. I made some veggie too. But,that isn't anything pathbreaking. I have managed that trick a couple of times before. 0 rotis to 10 is pathbreaking..

Mark today's date

The to do list I discussed with you is still alive in my mind.. though I have realised I need a parallel not to do list too. :)

And, though i might not put up the whole list here.. I still want to make a mental note of today.. The list goes into implementation today..After a week's time of successfully being able to stick to it I will let you know how does it feel..

lilo and Stitch!

I love that Disney movie. but that is one Stitch and today is another stitch..I got one for myself..in my mouth.. I never got stitched by any dr. before. My dentist got the honors of being the first. I am not feeling great. I am listening to songs.. Lucky ali..Anjani Rahao main dil kya dhundta phire..

I have always been a very patient sort of a person.. But, lately the iceberg is melting. I need to put in some conscious effort for my sanity's sake. It shouldn't be too difficult. A bird doesn't forget to fly even if it stayed indoors for all of the winters. Sand.. in that hour-glass. One cannot cling on to that sand.. like one does to the end of the rope. You cannot cling on to people either..There always will be that silence between the 2 notes of sound.

We didn't start the fire.. It was always burning since the world's been turning..

I am killing time. There is nothing better to do. Stranger in the strange land..

Star Movies is showing Eargon at 21 hrs today. I have read the book Eragon. I want to catch the film tonight.

I don't have a great pair of speakers. So the song cracks if you try to play it at full volume. It doesn't matter too much to me..It doesn't matter at all to me actually. Time to take pain killers..That stitch is giving trouble. But, I am feeling too bored to get up for the pill.

The black sharp line cuts the white or does the white eat at that black?

The bubble around me gets lonely even with me in there ..some times..

I am playing with words.. or maybe like always the words are playing with me.

A week..

The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back.A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.

- Paulo Coelho

:)

It’s a hap hap happy day today!

Why? Because I had a beautiful time yesterday evening. :) all these years I have received gifts with tags that go .. from this kaki and kaka..:) For the first time in my life I was on the other side of the table yesterday..:)

Yesterday I managed a feat.. I walked it up to the Kurla station from my end of the Bandra Kurla complex.. which is to be precise the Bandra end of the complex.. what the f***! Don’t do it again..you will get mugged with that bag and all.. Why did I walk so much? I had time to kill… I love walking alone.. Its been quite a while.. a long while actually that I walked like that. I used to walk a lot in Pune..up and down the university. I started walking thinking that I would go as much I could.. but once I walked a distance.. I wasn’t in any mood to give up.

The moment residential buildings in Kurla seemed nearer I wanted to dance away. I didn’t. I was listening to the radio..They were playing some stupid songs..Rock the party Rock the party..oye hoi re kudiye teri jawani..rock the party.Aaj ki raat..ti ding .. ti ding.. Once I reached station I thought I would take a rickshaw to where I wanted to reach. But no. I crossed the railway bridge and walked some more distance inside kurla..:) It felt amazing when I reached. :)

And now my legs are starting to pain.. But, its absolutely okay..