A secret..

They see me laughing, jumping, dancing and singing and wonder what's the secret!
They want to be me sometimes, to feel the joy overflowing!
Some say it's mere luck!
Some say it's freedom!
Some say it's independence!
Some just keep wondering.....

Well, heres' a lil something about me that they might not know..

This is a picture of a night that's very easy to find in my life, every once in a while ....
I am sitting here in my apartment...
on my sofa with my laptop ...
all alone....
at 2:00 AM in a dry cold night..
The next time I hear any voice will only be when I get to the office tomorrow...
a sleepy dim light spread in the room..
sitting next to me, are tons of indifferent mails and arid credit card bills...
a slow gazal playing without even caring why it is being played..
I am wondering about something like ... "what is it that I really want"....
my eyes are red and paining, but I still won't sleep...
and ofcourse, I have nobody around to force me to sleep..
It's so quiet that I dont like it when refrigerator shuts off once in a while..
I am thirsty but the empty cup of water on the center table will sit there with a grin on its edge....
I look around .. all the furniture and all the walls stand still..
I look at all the pictures on the walls and the decorations that I did with my own hands...
they sit dead, as if they dont care whether they are on the wall or in the box ....
The only things moving are my eyes, and the feelings hidden behind them..
Flocks of thoughts with a few memories stapled to them start gushing into my mind, only to make it tougher and tougher for me to breathe..
I wish ... if only someone could call me right at this moment, from India, and tell me how bright the day is over there....
I recall the faces that make me happy and suddenly realize that it's going to be a while before I get to see them....

Slowly, I feel like I cannot see anymore...
Oh! Is that a silly water drop in my eyes?

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But I know that it will never fall down as a tear..
It's gonna turn into a sparkle instead...
I take a deeeeep breath!
strech my arms as wide as I can, get up, and smile!
Drink a glassful of water!
I start watering the plants in the living room since they might be thirsty too!
while pouring water, I look out of the window....
and the empty streets say that they're waiting for tomorrow because that's when I'll drive through them!!
I smile again...
I go out in the patio and pour seeds in my bird-feeder, so that there are lots of birds coming to wake me up in the morning..
It's cold. So with joy, I run inside the house..
I hear a few happy whispers.. I look around. All my pictures, flowers and decorations say, "We really do like it here, to be a part of your home!"
It feels so wonderful that I must close my eyes...

Yes!
Tomorrow is gonna be the happiest day ever! :)

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Some say it's mere luck!
Some say it's freedom!
Some say it's independence!
Some just keep wondering.....

I say,
it's seeing what you really want to see!
it's hearing what you really want to hear!
it's feeling what you really want to feel!
and it's being what you really want to be!

:)

I was getting kinda bored today after lunch.. But then I came across this pic, and it made me alive back again!

Live your life like a story....

"Once upon a time there was a ....."
And your favorite story begins!
The story is touching .. full of adventure, full of passion, full of excitement and love. You just love the hero of the story, for what he is!
No one is a born hero. What makes him a hero is all the things that he does which ordinary people don't. That's what makes him stand out. And that's why you like him so much.

I believe that our life is a story....
And everyone has a story of their own.
You are the main character of your story. So, anybody who reads this story, is going to look up to you as a hero.

So, at every point of life, when you cannot decide what to do, imagine how you would like a hero in a story to behave if he were in the same situation.
Thats because sometimes we expect the heroes to be doing right things, but when it comes to us, we forget what is right and behave only towards our own benefit. Its easy to say "why do I have to be good everytime? I am not a hero!" But you forget that YOU are the hero of your own story.

Sometimes, being ethically wrong could be beneficial to you at that moment. But after 20 years, when you look back at the story of your life, you won't be able to be proud of yourself for what you did.
Because at that time, you realize that inspite of having an opportunity to be a star of your own life story, you just lived like an ordinary person. Your story might have brought you diamonds, but for the audience, it's just as boring as it could be!

When we listen to a story, does it matter whether the hero of the story is rich or poor?
No! that has nothing to do with why we like him. We like him, for the person he is!
Ofcourse we become happy if he becomes rich at the end. But the reason why we are happy for him, is because you loved him throughout the story. And the reason why you loved him through the story is because he always did what was right.
He lived like a hero!

Happiness is true happiness only when everyone else is happy for you. If you're happy, but someone out there is suffering because of that (directly or indirectly), you should rather think before you celebrate. You're playing an evil person not only in their story, but also your own. Heroes never make anybody cry while they achieve what they want.

It might not be always easy to do what a hero would do in your situation. But this exercise would atleast make us aware if are doing anything wrong. Sometimes, we are so much into ourselves that we dont even realize that what we are doing could be wrong. Sometimes we just neglect it.

Our story is in our hands and we should live it like a story to be told!
Live it such a way that the listener likes you and looks up to you.
So, wear the smile, and start living the life again as if it were a story...

A challanging exercise to be completely random..

Why do we have global warming? And that too, when I am wearing yellow colored shorts?
This would have never happened if you had run a spell-check in the first place. Because the harder you hit, the bigger is your wife's nose. Anyways, as long as you hide into the closet, the shares will keep holding their value . I am saying this only because I dont want the politicians in this country to let their pets calculate my weight. Didn't you see that on cartoon network?
Ok, let’s not panic and try to find a way out.

As far as I know, the man must have finished eating his omelette already. So, all we can do is divide X by Y. And why do you think she is spying on you? There is no way that can happen because the vending machines are out of change. Moreover they allow only one pet in the apartment so your shoes can be untied any time you want.

So, tell me - are you ready to sue him? It’s just a matter of changing your hairstyle. Your favorite shirt can still be dipped in salsa. Winking at a lizard isnt that hard afterall! If you can do that, I’ll go ahead and get married tomorrow. It’s been a long time since I got oil change done on my car anyways. Oh my god, what a pleasure it was! I kept pressing the 'start' button! That was THE moment because Jack finished doing his laundary and a red ant came crawling on my forehead. That’s why I always tell people, save your data every 15 minutes!
Otherwise why do you think I ordered from the breakfast menu? Isn’t the pain I get from my dentist enough? In spite of changing all the tires, we still think that humans are evolved from potatoes.

You know, this is why you get those dreams about the quadratic equations. Believe me, the only thing that can save you now is Popcorn! And, if you try jumping at every 13th step, all the cans will get recycled.
People change with time man! And I thought the cop told you about it when you barked at the balloon! If you still have a doubt about it, just give me a quarter and I’ll ask her to brush teeth on Highway 101. Being atheist is one thing, running out of toilet paper is another. So, just believe in parallel parking and all your aunts will solve puzzles.

Before leaving, I just want you to know how painful it is to see you bent in 49 degree angle, and always keep in mind that Bob is actually a female!

Nursery Rhymes: Are they for kids?

Ever noticed that most of the nursery rhymes have destructive endings?
Lot of them talk about falling, beating, breaking, and I wonder why!
How might the mind of an innocent kid be interpreting them?

Humpty Dumpty falls and breaks!
Jack and Jill go up the hill, and both fall down.
London Bridge falls down.
Hush-a-bye-baby/ rock-a-bye-baby: the cradle and the baby fall down from the tree.
Doctor Foster falls into the muddy puddle.
In Oranges and Lemons, you chop off the man's head!
Three blind mice: the farmer's wife cuts their tails with a carving knife??
A spider comes and frightens Miss Muffet away!

And the worst... Mary Mary quite contrary!
This rhyme actually talks about the ways of torture Mary Tudor (daughter of Henry VIII) used to punish the Protestants. It’s too evil for my fingers to type, so refer to this link. http://www.rhymes.org.uk/mary_mary_quite_contrary.htm

These rhymes are made for the kids to sing, but they sound like they have been created by older people to let their own worries out, having hardly anything to do with kids!
They don't fit into the kid's world!

"Rain rain go away, come again another day": It’s always the older people who crib about rain, not kids! I always begged my mom to let me play in the rain.
"Rain, rain, go to Spain, Never show your face again!” What does a kid have to do with the rivalry between England and Spain? Why are they even being taught such things?

As a kid I always liked the stories with happy endings. In fact, if the story did not have a happy ending, I never felt that it was a story!
I always felt that grandma didn’t know the remaining half of the story, so she shouldn't have picked that story in the first place. It always left me with so many questions!.. What might have happened next?, why did they do that?, why are they like that?, who'll punish them?....
And nobody would give me answers! They would say "will tell you later, go and do your homework for now."
I hated to be in that kind of situation!

You don’t know what these rhymes might be molding the way kids think!
Or how they've molded our thoughts and perspectives to contribute to what we are today!

Let me get it on my own!

Please don't lift me to the skies.... Give me the wings to reach there!
Please don't take me to the light... Turn me into a candle if you can!
I am not asking for Victory .. Give me a sword to fight!
I dont want big concerts.. Teach me the notes to knit my song!
Please don't give me the shade, give me a seed that I can sow to make a tree!
Please dont get me the rainbows, give me the colors to paint my own!
I am not asking for happiness and love... Make me strong to smile through the pain!
I know you can bistow it all .. But give me the courage to get it on my own!

Keys on the keyboard

Everyone asks me why I like the "Enter" key on the keyboard!
Well, here is an effort to explain!

Imagine all these keys on the keyboard were people!
What would their personalities be like?... What would you hear them saying more often?

Enter Key: "Just Do it!!!" (And that's why its my favorite)

Caps Lock: "SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!!!"

Esc key: "Oh my God! I messed it up! Just get me outta here!"

Ins Key: This one is Kabab me Haddi! Someone who likes poke their nose into the others matters!

Del key: Its the Janitor in the group who doesnt care what's there in the trash. All it knows is to throw it away.

Shift key: This one is like a parent. helping the kids to grow big (s -> S) or helping them turn into what they want to be! ( 8 -> * ) or (4 -> $)
As if it's saying " Common pumpkin, you can do it! Let me help you getting there!"

Alt: Lazy nerdy fella! .. you dont use it much but when you use it, most of the times it works with all the other nerdy keys like F4 and F1. And we hardly know any of those shortCuts! Only the nerdy ones know!

Ctrl key: This is the Chupa Rustum!.. It doesnt print anything when pressed, but has a lot going on in there!.ctrl-X, ctrl-V, ctrl -C ..... he does everyhting behind the back! You only see when things happen!

Back Space: This one is the coward fellow, who never prints anything of its own. But discourages others too and makes them withdraw!

Home key: These people are just too lazy to do anything. They just wanna leave from where they are and go home and relax watching the TV.

End Key: These people have no patience. They just want to see whats at the end, without reading the whole story, or without watching the whole movie.
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Well, this is just how I see them!
Others might see them differently!

Let me know what you think those keys are saying.. feel free to add on!

Sailee...

"Sailee" is a name of a flower in my mother-tongue Marathi.

Mamma once said that she always wanted her Sailee to be just like the flower of "Sailee" .... Radiant, Fragrant, Beautiful, Innocent, Pure and Divine!

Sometimes I wonder whether I am doing justice to my name!
I wonder whether I am doing justice to mamma's dreams when she gave me that name!
I wonder...

HOW COULD I BE SO SELFISH?

Sometimes when I look around, I can feel how blessed I am!

There are people who cannot see; I can enjoy the sparkling city lights from my window!
There are people who cannot hear; I can choose what music to play on my way to work!
There are people who cannot walk; I can dance my heart out!
There are people who have to walk miles and miles for water to drink; I can sing in the shower for hours!
There are people who die of hunger; I can choose between Thai, Italian, Mexican, Indian, and Chinese for every meal!
There are women who are abused, beaten, raped and humiliated every day; I have been brought up like a dew-drop on the palm by my parents!
There are kids who cannot go to school because they have to work to survive; I can choose which laptop I want to buy next!

What have I done to get all this?
What have I done to be so lucky?

Nothing!

And after all that, if I ask for even more to be happy, wouldn’t that be ungrateful, greedy and selfish?
It’s like being a King of the whole world and still asking for one more acre of land in order to be happy!

Whom do I thank for all I have got?
How often do I actually thank him?
Do I even thank him???

Is just thanking him for all these favors enough?
May be not!
Of course its not!
I just cannot be taking all these things for granted and not wonder why I have been given those!?
I need to repay it all back! I need to find a way to return all these favors.
But how do I do that?

Maybe it can only be done by doing good!
Being good!
Helping those who need me!

Maybe the “Good” has been sent my way, not to be owned by me; but to be spread around!
Maybe I am just a medium to spread the good that has been sent to me!

So.. here is the whole scenario as I look at it!
What was I supposed to do, and what am I actually doing???
I am asking for more for myself , when I am actually supposed to use what have been given to put smile on someone’s face!
What the hell am I doing?
Am I crazy?

How could I be so selfish???

Things I Hate...

Eating meals alone ...
Bird Cages
Gossiping
Milk
Restroom queues
Visiting Doctor
Excuses
"Forward this or You'll die" Emails
Wake-up Alarms
Injustice
False Flattery
Seeing my parents sad
People touching my Nose
Dead Ends
A week after horror movie (esp the bathroom visits in the night)
I don't want to think of the things I hate anymore....

Some things I am fond of ....

Pillow fights
First joke in a serious conversation
Baby’s hands
The star closest to the moon
The last 5 minutes of a game
The first bite of pizza
My Grandmother's innocence
The “Enter” key on the keyboard
Mamma’s wedding saari
The sketches of the teachers on last page of a notebook
Long long drives
Giving surprises
Puppies sleeping over each other
bird's wings..
Ripples in water
Window Seat
Everything I can see at the horizons
Places where sound echoes
Going high up on the swings
moments after forgiving someone
Kites and Gas Balloons
Playing with kids...
Feeding birds..
A hand-written letter in the mail box.....
And more ...................