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Usually talking the way they use to, he came up with a strange statement, “I don’t think it’s working anymore.” Bowled over she was. It had been 6 years of love they shared. Things didn’t seem to be right in last few months but she thought may be work is loading over him. Late night overtimes at office and boss nagging all the time made it tough to maintain composure always. She comprehended the problem and also took it sportingly. No matter if he does not talk to me, but I know he loves me, is what she kept repeating to herself.   But these words turned the World upside- down to her. “Was I wrong somewhere?”, “Has there been a mistake in me listening?” Questions baffled her. He had disconnected the phone and these spectaculations meant nothing at all. This was the moment’s truth. She din’t know the answers to anything which came to her. Genuinely, it hardly takes a moment to mend a life. It hardly takes a moment to break the same. Sometimes you don’t know and things a

“Oops it 6.15… the movie was to start at 6…” “Shucks! We’ll be missing the start.” Running inside we settled quickly in our seats. Popcorn tub in the hands, we started concentrating on the movie. “AnishthaDevta, mai khud Harry Potter ko maarna chahungi.” “Nahi, Bellatrix, use mai hi khatam karunga.” “Yaha humare beech aaj ek mehmaan hai jinka naam hai Charity Burbage. Ye Hogwarts ki teacher reh chuki hai.” “Mujhe ek chhadi ki jarurat hai.. Lucius tumhari chhadi.” And the end “TAKSHAM   BHARSHANAM” Popcorn spilled down! Watching “Harry Potter aur Maut ke Tohfe.” It felt as though the spell was actually casted on us. The die-hard Harry Potter fans that we are couldn’t digest the ‘Hindi’ “Avada Kedavra”. What an idiotic dubbing of these real standard movies. Sad part is… in my city, most of the English movies are shown Hindi dubbed. But for that reason, you cannot leave the chance of watching a mega movie on the silverscreen. Fast Five… the latest in the Fast and the Furious series

Its September 2011… two months from now I’ll be appearing for my FINAL Examination. 4 years gone. With a wind I won’t say, but yes, they are done. It’s the final frontier now, the toughest and the most important. Seems to be a big battle ahead in November. I know I am not prepared for the fore coming evaluation. The real world I’ll get into. Soon the passive case taking and presentation will turn to the actual dealing. Those in pain will turn to me for relief. Pressures of face off with the society coming up now amidst the exam stresses. Mind keeps juggling so many things at one go. May be that’s how every graduating person feels. An engineer might be getting a high with the money churning business he’ll get into. Inspite of being dreadful, there’s a hint of amusement deep down me. N why won’t that be. I am going to live my childhood dream, a dream which my mom-dad saw when I was still in the cradle. A dream which could’ve shattered if my mom din’t show me what I actually wanted. A

“Ya, I’ll call you.” And here I stay waiting for the call. 5 minutes gone, 10 minutes done. There’s no call. I keep scrutinizing, what went wrong? Is the he busy somewhere? Does he suffer from short term memory loss? Is he ignoring me? Did he deliberately do it? I keep thinking and sleep with so many questions boggling through me. Morning that I get  up, I come to know, he was fast asleep. Huh!! When asked for a justification, he’ll make sure he has a solid reason or an interesting counter to have me up tongue tied. I just keep mum for a moment and think, “Hey Raam, kaha se mila yaar ye?” The next “Ya, I’ll call ya. Aaj Pakka.” Here I am again, waiting for the call. 5 minutes gone, 10 minutes done. I again go through my list of probable concerns and doze off. Morning I get up, I read a message, “Arey wo ____ ka call aa gaya tha. Toh mai bhul gaya” Blah! Blah! There’s no next this time. No demands for the call at all. I am so sure he won’t call, that I start watching a movie. Why

Just while surfing Google today, I came across a quote, “Sure God created man before woman, but then you always make a rough draft before the final masterpiece.” I am not making a point about women being superior, but I pity the plight of females in the society. There has surely been an uplifting of the society much beyond the expectations. Still we lack a bit. That bit is the equal rights. Officially it’s all equal, fair and square. But in reality it is NOT . An age old custom followed which I kind of dislike is the “Ladki Dekhne aana” show. We, the girls, are not a show piece to be displayed. Ofcourse this custom done ethically makes a bit sense, but through and through insulting girls by making them walk and asking them to talk just to make sure they are fine altogether. Guys are seldom asked to do all this. Moreover, these boys, however dumb they might look (it’s not about all but a few) have hi-fi demands with the girls. “They should be fair, tall, blah blah”. Why?? Have the d

In a recent add of DOCOMO, Ranbir Kapoor keeps saying, “Keep It Simple Silly!” It is so easy to say that few words. But in reality keeping it simple is not actually so simple. LIFE as I sometimes define is “Live It Free and Easy”. And truly speaking that never happens. And just in case that happens for any, he/she attains ‘inner peace’ (KungFu Panda wisdom). Every day we open eyes in the morning, we have a long day scheduled.  Each morning that I get up, I look at what’s in the store for the day and hope all goes well. That’s when life will be simple. But it seldom takes the course we decide for it. A planned study timetable gets numerous scratches to adjust with the uncertainties that occur through time. Nevertheless we do face life as it comes. Giving it an opportunity to try us, challenge us and later, sailing victorious. I pity those who succumb to life that easily. Just remember, the Almighty has a plan for everyone. If there is darkness now, it does mean He’s planning a brig

They say “It’s all in the eyes.” And I see pallor n icterus in them. They say, “The heart thumps at their sight.” And I elicit Tachycardia n Tachypnoea. What a general person considers a sentiment, we find an eccentric way to look at it. Yes! We are Medicos (and Proud to be one for sure). But that doesn’t defy us from any of those amazing emotions coz at the end we are Humans too… When words fall short, the eyes indeed play a willful role. Even if trying to hide melancholy on speech, a true confidante perceives our need to speak to him/her. When that one person throws a glance, the heart catch holds of the signal and begins to dance with joy. That’s when we feel the thuds on the chest. A sudden flashback of mom caressing you and giving her warmth, gives a mixed itch of smile and frown. That moment when your sibling got that extra edge for which he/she was acknowledged, swells the thorax with pride. That particular idiot who threw ink on you and you feel that anger surge so strong tha

Am moving around in a lush green place with my cousin Ridhi… it’s a wonderful weather… cool breeze and serene surroundings… the deer running nearby and then Ridhi clicking their photographs…her favorite job… everything is so smooth… Suddenly there is a high tide in the sea and we start running for our lives… and we end up in a dungeon where the song “In the End by LP” is being playing since long…. Wasn’t this sounding weird??? I realized it after few minutes that it was my Alarm snoozing to the song… And Lo!!! It was a DREAM…   I woke up giggling… Recently, I have been having all kind of uncanny dreams… some make up a story, some are just vague thoughts with no connection whatsoever… funny, scary, witty and intense… all the moods… technically correct or just something stupid…they are now a days an integral part of my sleep physiology… Had been thinking about a theme for the whole day for a party and ended up watching a dream showing the new “Dum Maaro Dum” title track

It was just last year that we had seen an EPIDEMIC called FIFA World Cup… But 2011 is witnessing something very explicit… very extravagant… the frenzy that’s infecting all… ICC CWC 2011… being held in the Indian Sub-continent… And the last two matches played n WON by INDIA have added to the severity of this infection… In India… CRICKET by far is the most superior religion ever seen on Earth… The players are treated as God and the God is the ultimate end stop for all the prayers related… The way people pray for the results to be good for anything is nothing compared to what everyone prays when it’s INDIA in the field… Right from the 7 year old to 70 years old, everyone is glued to the television sets when there’s a match played… Everyone’s more concerned about the wickets then their health … Sleep, Hunger… nothing…n literally nothing can come in way between cricket… And in the last two matches… The Atmosphere… The Pressure… nerve wrecking… 1 st match… INDIA vs AUSTRALIA… everyone just

Career…Profession…Can there really be a single path for life, a single profile that your life fits into… I don’t know… I mean it is tough to figure out your true line of work when you are just into your early twenties… I know twenty years is too long when you take it as a singular time, but if I never did think on life so seriously before as what I am doing now… And yes!! I am confused for sure… Sounds paradoxical… But I know I am confused… Point is really how can one be sure of the single purpose life, when there may be a chance that life was not meant to be singular on the first place… During Schooling, I was sure of being a Doctor, but never sneaked into the future…These things seldom bothered me… But then life does come to a juncture when you have to find time out for oneself and do that deep thinking about “What Next???” And comes up a cloud of perplexity, encompassing those various things which fill in the horizon after grads… I can imagine myself in those cartoon forms with nu

“Aaj hum ghar ghar khelenge” “5 baje garden chalna hai, jhula jhulne k liye” Good old days… we all used these kinds of simple sentences in the daily life… As kids, this was life… A ‘no’ to these was a big big setback for the day… Food seemed tasteless if the neighboring friend was on holiday somewhere… it tastes bad even today… only the context has changed… Childhood was the most amazing phase of life and there can be no allegations for that… Few days back was chit-chatting with a special friend who had been baby-sitting his niece and was telling his ordeal with the kids around… these 5 year olds have a world of their own… for them we can be either most amusing or most disturbing all at the same time… When no one’s around we are a World to them… and the very next moment when his/her friend arrives we are no one to them for the other kid becomes replacement… they are smart enough to use their brains and use us for their amusement… especially when it isn’t your kid, he/she makes a perfe

Usually surrounded by individuals of all kinds… There is this one kind in them that’s special… As they say ‘Someone, somewhere is made for you.’… That special category… I don’t know how many of us have experienced it; The LOVE, is indeed a special feeling… Unknowingly, unseeingly he came into life… equations matched and things sparkled… At the start it was nothing but friendship … Day by day facts remolded… Shorts “hellos” turned into Long talks… every bit of communication enclosed a meaning… simple meanings swiveled to become essence for life… Staying away from the chats became difficult… Meeting him became ‘most important’ in the to-do list… May be that’s just coz I connect to him… or may be that’s because I  like him… but the most beautiful may be is coz I am driven towards him for the special fondness I have for him… I currently stay in this dwindled phase of life where I am unable to reply any ‘WH’ question related… All I know is that there is some force which is impelling the

“I” am a person… “I” has a right to survive… “I” want to win over the World… All of us live on this “I” theory… Now who doesn’t wish to be an identity himself… What “I” suppose is… Even the Selfless person is Selfish as he does good to others to feel content himself… And that’s the reality bite… Very few people i.e. to count on fingers take this to do something what others wanted from them and what they didn’t… But then they are sad enough to do the thing improper… Some thus get satisfaction from doing the thing wrong… But there are some… who take this “I” theory so damn seriously that they keep telling others what “they” did… Everything they do…big or small…they just make sure the surrounding is aware of it… Amuses for a while, but irritates later… “Why is he blabbering about self?? Even ‘I’ am something”… Again comes the “I” factor… “I” relate this theory with Satisfaction…Contentment…Pleasure…Happiness…There might be none who doesn’t want to be satisfied… Even when giving up sel

Never did she expect it to be so soon…Fate got her the best…She never wanted to reside in Nagpur…Now she’s very happy, that she is here…Mamta Ridhorkar is now Mrs. Shamika Pendharkar…And I am very happy about it… Life’s so unpredictable always…We keep trying a lot for something and then God has a special plan for us to get us the best we deserve…Mamta Di is my cousin from Mumbai, a very sweet n good daughter, sister as well as a friend…Her parents had been making efforts since last few years but couldn’t get her a perfect Groom…May be her destiny was to be written by my dad… Accidentally, he came in contact with my New Jiju, Mr. Sarang Pendharkar and things worked smoothly…2 nd dec, his parents came to our place…Took a glance and liked her…was an immediate yes on their part…She took time to think and decided to meet once… 4 th , Di n Jiju met for a talk…Took Mayank, my bro, with them…and thankfully they did…coz he was the one who insisted them to commence the chat…reluctant before,