Challenging body limits!!!

After a long time, my fingers are again typing words on my blog and oh boy...I almost forgot when I wrote a proper blog last time. And this is a challenge that I put forward to me to have the blogging hands run continuously...no matter what.

Well, talking of challenges, I now want to share my recent body challenge while my trek to Trikuta mountains which to many of you, yes, will remind about Mata Vaishno Devi. For others who are unaware, this is the hill where resides the mythological figure, goddess Vaishnavi or Vaishno Devi, as called in general. Essentially, the valley of Trikuta Mountain has the auspicious abode to Vaishno Devi Temple and Shrine. While I am not that religious but challenge to climb a hill 1560 meters above sea level was encouraging and challenging simultaneously.
Challenging, because with age I had felt that my health, stamina and will power declining and certainly the trek with 1000 meter plus height above sea level is, in general, a challenging activity especially if it is time-bound.
Encouraging, because with this trek, I was willing to break the buster of being old and convince myself (at-least mentally if not physically) by making myself believe psychologically that I am not done yet, I am still young and restless. :)
And finally, above all let my wife know of my strong will power and strength.

So it begins. We had chosen an awkward time of 1 AM to start our trek and targeted to be back by morning 8 AM. This was an optimistic goal, which practically was quite challenging to achieve. But I had my business call to take the next day and coming back early was important. Also, we chose late night for avoiding the hot temperature of the day. (Though it was not hot as per our standards as it was monsoon but still we have not taken any risk. You never know when the sun can shine just above your head in north). Also, we were expecting less crowd in our way during the late-night journey. As we headed towards the top we found ourselves aloof alone and confused, if we have taken the right path. There was a new path which was recently opened for visitors, which is not used by visitors much as of now and is a little longer. We have taken that route and it was dark, with the only couple of people visible after a km or two. Anyways I was in full 'enthu' showing my strength, running in ahead of my wife for initial half an hour, I guess. Suddenly I started feeling tired, all drenched in sweat and feeling too much heat on my body. After an hour, I felt I can not catch my wife anymore with the steady and smooth trek she was having. Also, I was needing rest after every 20 mins or so...while my wife was all ready for trekking continuously. And here came the eye-opener for me. How much I have wasted my body in these last years. Once I use to run entire mid-size stadium four times without any 'uffs' and 'aahs', and here I am today with needing rest, paining calf and thighs just after a steep walk of almost 1.5 hours. After which I almost left the hope to reach to the top of the valley where the temple was situated. My entire heroism got shattered. And my entire idea of making myself believe good of my youthfulness, gone in the trash too. And after some time my legs started shaking little. I was feeling as wasted, especially in front of my highly active wife who like Johnnie Walker was 'Keep Walking'.
It was all foggy and dark night with the jungle in the surrounding. It was almost when I planned to quit, it started raining. We were inside shade still could feel drizzles touching us. I could feel rejuvenated and more energetic as more drizzles were making my body wet and finally I decided to take a quick shower in rain. And it worked. It almost took away a lot of my exhaustiveness and fatigue. And I felt as if I have gained some energy and started walking again with all energy.

Getting Rejuvenated in Rain

And it must be another 20 mins of walk after that and duuh...I was down again. All my pomp and show of being energetic again was reduced to the size of the atom. Finally, somehow I reached to a central post where we could rest and eat for some time. And that has given me some break which led me to start again. And this time I was adamant of winning over all my tiredness. And I walked continuously for a long time. But again a time and situation came when I started feeling cold and shivering, obviously with exhausted as well. Suddenly I could see the glimpse of the temple, the ultimate trek goal. And it was more serene than I thought of. The image below speaks of itself. That first view gave me another push to reach toward the goal. Thinking of it's just 'little more', I dragged myself along the way. I was way beyond my wife in my stamina and energy but not in determination.

The first glimpse

While I was entirely drenched in sweat, for which my wife was afraid of if I am getting dehydrated, I was getting energized by this view of snow and cloud clad mountains through which artificial lights were making their rooms during dawn. And getting attracted by the same view I further moved and in a while, we could now see the view of the temple which was mesmerizing. Though I was tired obviously, suddenly this picture made me walk for the milestone. And I moved again...

First view of temple

Finally, I reached atop, to the temple. Not only I did that, but I also stood their straight for one hour waiting for the turn to enter the temple. Round of temple took another hour. So overall it was an exhaustive trek which challenged my body limits. As I was feeling proud of myself for completing it and boasting in front of my wife, I suddenly started feeling cold and body started shivering. All my prized and possessed moments are taken by something or someone wrong. That's the tragedy of my life which I have now accepted harshly. And so happened here where all my happiness were taken away by the sudden fever that I started feeling in my body. Knowing the fact that I had to go downhill the same distance, my spine got chilled. While all through this, my wife kept making fun of me for I was just somehow able to complete the trek. That's what she thought. And since I was having fever, I could not even say that I am all fine. And with an act of losing my dignity, I asked her if we can go downhill on the horse instead of walking. And she understood what was going inside me. We took the horse ride back. Anyways sharing some images of ours and our moment in Jammu.

Happy together downhill

Together at top

Posing

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My first times - Part I

For each and every thing and experiences in life,  there were always first time in your life and today I am going to share some of mine such experiences. Hope many of you can relate with many of them or at-least can remember yours.
Although little bit, but I can precisely remember when I was kid and was being sent to school for the first time which was close to home and so close that the peon of the school use to come to collect all kids from neighborhood to school. I don't know why but that peon always seems to be a giant devil and as soon as I used to see him coming I always felt that he is going to take me away forever, never to bring back. Amidst the road in front of everybody I use to cry and cry a lot.so much so that my parents use to say 'OK leave the school for the day'. I used to be happy again. This way I had wasted almost first 3 months of my school and finally my dad regularly started taking me to school everyday and I somehow got fit into it.
My first time of public piss in school was another amazing story. Though I was very conscious of these thing but that day somehow I couldn't control myself and pissed in my pants and then lady peon came and hold me in the air and sent directly outside the school premise to a ground where all such cases were made to sit in sunlight so that their clothes get dry and so was I was made to sit like a cock as a punishment of the same. Some even used to say that in that particular position dresses get dried sooner.
Further as I grew and got some senses, we have got some kind of brouhaha about talking to girls meeting to them or infact even looking at them. It was as if they were aliens and in turn they use to do the same with boys. But on one occasion in an event I was chosen to dance with a girl with all those ball dance like steps. They chose me particularly because I was good in studies and probably flexible at that time being good in outdoor games as well. Rehearsals started for the occasion and god knows how nervous I was. My hands and legs were shivering, as the girl came close to me I started perspiring and as soon as we hold each other's hand on teacher's instruction, an electric shock ran across my body and finally she put her hand across my waist I started perspiring which was unstoppable even when it was winter. Worst was when teacher asked me to put my hand around her waist and it was a disaster afterwards. There was a palpitation in my stomach and then in my whole body. I just said sorry and ran away from that place, never ever to dance again in my whole life in any event or function and that's the reason I am still a poor dancer.

And then there were the first times that you never want to remember as they were not because of your innocence but because of your losing innocence and breaking trust of your parents and people who believe in you. I got caught stealing toffees from a shop, got caught of cheating in exams, slapped by teachers and principals. I don't know why I did all that. I always had enough money in my pockets to buy toffees and above all not fond of them even. Was good in studies as well but cheated and let other cheat. I guess that use to give me a thrill of different form, for being the first time I get a new sense of some achievements even after knowing that they were wrong.

In next part I will share some more interesting first timers of mine.

आज मैंने रोटी बनाई

आज मैंने रोटी बनाई,
नरम नरम..
गरम गरम..
गोल गोल..
इजी टू रोल!!

काश मैं तुमको दिखा पाता,
संग तुम्हारे प्यार से खाता..
तुम्हारे फेवरिट सब्जी के साथ,
लिए हाथों में तुम्हारा हाँथ..
यूँ काट जाती सारी रात,
मरी रोटी की करते हुए बात..

तुम्हारी रोटियों से करता मैं कम्पेयर,
यूँ करते एक दूसरे का फीडबैक शेयर..
की कभी तुम चिढ़ती, कभी मैं गुस्साता,
पर अंततः खाना तुम्हारे साथ ही खाता..

पर अब कहाँ तुम आओगी,
मेरी रोटी कैसे खा पाओगी..
और कभी कभार ही सही पर,
मेरी रोटी ना खा पाने पर पछताओगी..

और मैं तुम्हे बताता रहूँगा,
हरदम जताता रहूँगा..
देखो किस सिचुएशन में लाइफ ले आई,
आज मैंने रोटी बनाई !!

Me and My Grandpa!!

It was my summer vacation and I had gone to my Grandpa's Home. (Our paternal home)
It is a big farm house kind of place where we have our own farmland, Mango gardens which use to have its own smell of mango, tamarind plants with lots of tamarind fallen besides each tree, and then there were trees of berries and all. And fields have crops like rice wheat and pulses.It had been a day and suddenly next day early in the morning I saw my grandpa was suggesting each and everyone like me (cousins and other relatives) of what work they have to do. Some have to ranch the cattle and let them graze, some had to clean the front area of farmhouse by removing all small and big stones, then clean it using home made broom.
So the basic agenda of my grandpa used to be that no one should sit at home without any work.It was like one has to work in their own home to earn the bread. I can still remember the pure and fresh air and I was taking the calf with me to graze and it was my first time. I was kinda loving it till the time calf jumped on my feet and injured my feet with its hoof. Blood spurted out from my legs. And i was further free of all work but after getting a scolding that I can't even do a small piece of work. Even after being injured I was kind of happy being relieved of all work. And then suddenly my grandpa saw me sitting idle and he came and started asking me about my studies and how are they going. To his expectation I passed all his small tests that he took in English, Maths and Science. But then came the Sanskrit where he was master and I had learnt little bit whatever I read in school. And then he made me do lot of exercises in Sanskrit without even asking whether it was applicable to my grade of boy or not. He had made me learnt many verses, shlokas and mantras. Soon he had made me learnt lot of grammar just by spotting my mistake. I was unaware of these things as I had never read them in school. But after so many scoldings and beatings he had made me learn the basics and learn it very strongly. Things like Roops and all that I used to mug up , suddenly came to me naturally. I could just say roop of any word merely after knowing its name. Nothing else was required. And when I was back in my school, I saw that I was so strong in Sanskrit that I was able to complete whole book in one go including the grammar one. I can talk to teacher in sanskrit and soon school people started thinking me as a prodigy in Sanskrit which according to my grandpa was too bad. :)
Next I can remember my grandpa taking me to the rice field of ours where the rice was just being sown and field being leveled. It had rained and the water in the field was reaching till my feet. Even then he gave me the seeds and asked to sow them in a straight query, next level them properly. And next he has asked me to plough some land, axe down some logs and what not.
He was renowned for his mastery in all kind of pujas and almanc related predictions in nearby towns and villages. People from distant area used to come to him for seeking his advice on some or the other things.
So there are many memories of mine which were associated with him. And few week back he passed away. I was very lucky enough to meet him just before his demise. He had lost his speaking capability partially and was suffering from dementia. Even then he recognized me and wanted to ask me many things and tell lot of things...
May his soul rest in peace.

Monsoon blues

Those rainy days
To each other we gaze

And that old rusty scooty
Where we used to keep our booty

And those narrow broken roads
Our trips between beach and our abodes

Beautiful moments of worth dollar million
And we swap being rider and a pillion

Sometimes driving fast and sometime so slow
Singing like cuckoo, sometimes shouting like crow

And all the time we had each other's holding
And many a times used to get your scolding

Where else but Goa

Your getting plum and peach
On exploring every new beach

Where are those beautiful days
With time one surely pays

Goan Monsoon

Karwa Chauth Moon

Wiping and Sweeping 
In stranger's home,
Giving fee for children,
Making Roti Chapati,
In someone else's kitchen
To make her own kitchen run
Listening to cheap abuses
Of the alcoholic husband
Assaulted physically
By gambler husband
Got raped each night
Still,
She keeps Karwa Chauth Fast

Wish....
The moon had been women
Then 
In the dark life of theirs
There had been little light 

Happy Dussera and Navmi

Its the high time, Its the season of festivity and celebration. The ambience around me is all glittering with all boys and girls dressed in traditional dresses, ready for dandiya and dance along with pooja. And here I am not feeling good for anything. My friend if you are reading this, trust me I still have same feelings for you as it was earlier. And my over involvement in my academics doesn't means I don't care about you. Please understand the situation and even if there is some thing wrong from my side, can't you pardon me for that. Can't you use other ways... after all doing mistake is natural human tendency.

I just want to wish you Happy Navami and Dusshehra To you. I am sure you must be at your home and family to enjoy the same but like me, even you will not be happy.
Missing you.!!

Embarrassments and Professionalism

There have been many moments in my life where I felt embarrassed and awkward. Rather its a part of everyone's life. I am very sure each and everyone must have their own moment of embarrassment. Today while discussing with one of my friend I just remembered one such odd moment. This event that I am going to recall is of my school time when I was a medical aspirant and wanted to be a doctor.I was in 12th class. I was very enthusiast in reading biology and human body to be very precise.
We were given some project work to be done and that too in a way that can be presented in an upcoming medical seminar and create awareness among people as well. I thought of many things, referred books and all but could not get any nice idea. Being maverick I always wanted to do something different.I finally thought to approach some doctor and seek advice regarding the same as they can suggest some nice ideas in a very practical manner. So here was I in our community hospital. But to my amaze I saw there was huge line of patients in front of each doctors. I was not even allowed to be in line without having appointment letter kind of thing. Suddenly I saw there was this doc who was free and I saw it as an opportunity.
As soon as I wanted to enter that Lady Doc's cabin, a bench staff woman at the door stopped me and said that boy you can not go there. She is ladies specialist. I said she is Gynecologist and I know that. but then I am not going for medication, it was for school project. she allowed me. As I was entering many boys , girls and people around were staring at me as if I am entering into something very wrong place. It was the first moment of awkwardness. Anyways I went ahead and met the doc and told her about project work. And as soon as we were done, she suddenly took a pen and on a piece of paper draw two semi circles and a dot almost at lower portion of each. Like you people who are reading the post, I also got it what it was. But as soon as she was done with the drawing I was in this super controlled stage of mine where I was just somehow managing to not to show my teeth and laughing face to her. And she suddenly said "Why don't you create awareness about Breast Cancer." Though she was professional and for her it was normal. Even to me it  is normal at this part of life, But at that time being a school boy, I was scandalized to see such picture being drawn in front of mine by some woman. She was then explaining the whole process of cancer check and detection and it became more difficult for me to control my self and finally i puked out all laughter in front of her. She got furious and asked what is wrong. I told her it would be too difficult for me to explain all this to my teachers and woman who will come in to the seminar. And even they will not like a male person to explain this to them. She got my point and said that I should go ahead with this, and nobody will point anything or will feel awkward if you are confident in explaining them. I was in deep thought if I can do this and after a long thought I gave up and asked something else for the project. It was at the same time bit embarrassing for me when she was explaining the details of the body part. I was suddenly sweating even in the AC. And people from outside can see me bit uncomfortable and were continuously watching me. The whole ambiance was like "run away from here as soon as possible". And I did that finally. But that moment was really too embarrassing for me to share with even anyone at that time. Hope you people will understand with what I was going through.
And yeah regarding project, obviously I didn't go with it , instead had something related to Cardiology.

Meghdootam and Cloud Technology

Meghadūta is an epic poem written by Kālidāsa,the Shakespeare of India, considered to be one of the greatest Sanskrit poets.The basic theme of his this creation was the solitude of the protagonist Yaksha who used Clouds as his messenger to show his love and affection to his wife while being in exile.As the monsoon cloud makes it way, to satiate the scorched earth, many lovelorn heart long to be with their beloved! Yaksha, who was a servant of the God of Wealth, Kuber, had allowed God Indra’s elephant to invade Kuber’s garden. Thus he was exiled away in the solitude of Mount Ramgiri as a punishment. Eight months had already passed when the south-west monsoon had begun its northward journey. Yaksha could hardly bear this separation from his beloved wife any longer. He thus invokes the cloud to be his messenger to her and thus begins the lyric which when translated goes as:

Comes the rain-bearing cloud,

A lovelorn lover calls out loud,

From Ramgiri to Alaka, to go

To his lovelorn beloved, lo!

To carry his love message

In exile, his only assuage!

Which way do the clouds go?

That too the poet shows!

Crossing vales and over mountains

With peacocks and flowing fountains.

A description, vivid and imaginative

Fabulous, fantastic and fascinating!!

So it talks of sending messages via cloud and further in his romantic poem he mentioned about sending pictures and compositions via clouds. Now to some it may seem like total literary and metaphor piece of work where its just an imagination of poet. I mean yeah... who can sent pictures and voice using cloud as a messenger  that too at that time when there were few technological advancement. But I view it from the different scientific angle and believe that it was not an imagination but merely a truth.We were so advance at one time that what scientists are inventing and doing research was part of Indian culture. Let it be flying plane, weapons and others. I can relate this much talked about Cloud Technology of these days to Meghduta. What is Cloud technology or computing.... nothing but data and operations to be performed at a server which is not local but at some common place which is always accessible via internet. Our mails, stored pics at some site etc. are result of cloud technology only. So cant we believe the same internet kind of technology at that time. Yeah....It might can be the surrender of our mind to an omniscient, omnipotent Viswa Chaitanya, a Universal Consciousness that the great scientists or rishis dreamed of as an analogy to internet. And might be the cloud has been given a metaphor as a messenger so as to fit exactly for a romantic poem , or who knows there was some technology where they might had really extracted some connection via real physical clouds only.Why a cloud?Because it is in the air, is pure and ethereal, and let us admit, somewhat virtual. Whatever the scene be it might was as simple for them as for us sending mms and sms.So none literary inspiration is baseless, at least I don't think in this case.

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Baby Whisperer

In last two months of mine, I have been between so many kids and babies that I have started learning their complex yet subtle language where without saying correct language and phonetics they express them all.

The one thing that I got specialized after noticing is when they want to piss or have sense of micturation (toilet). The very first kid whom I met used to express this feeling by saying "Chhi Chhi" and her parents used to understand she has got ''Chhi Chhi" to do. Than I came to know from a friend that there is another baby related to her who used to say "Pi Pi". Some other words which other babies have used are "Chu Chu","Pilla Pilla","Moolti" etc.  So words changed but the meaning remained same. So in this way babies pick certain words and associate them with some verb and make their own language which of course their parents do understand but sometimes it became difficult for them too to interpret what they are saying.

I then started remembering what I used to do to express myself, specially for this toilet thing. I can't recall it as it had been such a long time since then. Than when I asked from my parents how i used to express, a very embarrassing thing was encountered. They told me that I used to piss anywhere I wanted to, I was never expressive but a revolutionary who felt proud in making places wet and smelly and might have been considered it as the revolutionary aim of my life. Piss Guevara...

But than why should only I face the embarrassment...for my knowledge I started taking the information of my friends of how they used to do. Two of them told that he/she use to start shaking their legs like Michael Jackson out of extreme pressure and their parents rush them to wash room.

But there are some revelations which is more interesting. There were some who just used to raise their skirts or lower their pants and rest the message was delivered. And this reminded me of the little, round and super healthy baby who when felt such sense of micturation just used to stand lower his pants and nickers, go totally nude and then fold and hold his hand tightly, head raised proudly as if going for battle and making an Elan of it. His this gesture was like I have done my part of conveying message and its now caretaker's responsibility to rush him to restroom or else he have no qualms in making the place around him a smelly lake of yellow water. But still there are something by which those who express themselves by word are better than those who just do actions. For e.g. What if action get unnoticed, which a voice or noise has less chance to, and How this action people differentiate by their single act of  pant lowering or skirt raising that they what to piss or want to go for potty because expressive people have different words for these two separate actions.

But one thing that I noticed was whatever the expression mode be, kids are kids and they really enjoy doing each and everything of theirs, let it be eating food, drinking water or attending ":Nature's Call".

Will try soon to be baby whisperer for something else....

The dream house...

And this is how a friend of mine has always suggested me to make house. It must be a multistoreyd one and with no stairs. Wonder why? and How weird?? Yes The first condition is no stirs...
only poles and sliding ways.
So if the kitchen is at ground floor and bedroom on first, wou need not to take much time to use stairs and waste time, just take a plunge to kitchen using shortcuts like poles and slides.
Isn't so interesting and adventrous.

Not only adults but kids will find it like heaven. They will never feel like going away from home. Plus its a time saving and health improving idea. Hope one day I will be able to make such home and let my friends take full fun of it. Amen!!!

जिल्लत

बहुत परेशां हो चूका हूँ
खुद को बहुत खो चूका हूँ

जिंदा रहने की जरुरत क्यूँ
हादसा ऐसा हुआ कुछ यूँ

पर कमजोर नहीं पडूंगा
बहुत गिर चूका हूँ, अब नहीं गिरूंगा

क्यूं सहारा लूँ किसी कमजोरी का
क्यूँ फेंकू चाभी अपनी तिजोरी का

बस एक बात का हमेशा रहेगा ग़म
ये दर्द बढ़ा ही ,कभी न हुआ कम

कि ,

जिल्लत है खुद पे की
बयां न कर पाया खुद को!!

Shower -- A stress reliever

Experiencing tension,feeling stressed, time to hit the shower. Yes. This is what my experience says. I have always practised it but realized much of its effect while currently pursuing my PGDM program. Lots of assignments, task, presentations , exams, quiz, events etc.  exert such pressure that I sometimes feel like leaving the program midway and returning back to my old job. These are however a part n parcel of life here and you just can't get away from it.
Recently I have found that though I can't get away from the stress but I do feel much lighter and more focussed after taking showers.I have made it a sort of ritual now to take a shower after one or two assignments so as to maintain the focus and continuity.
Earlier during my corporate days I experienced a lot of work stress and it was then that I realised the miracles of a rejuvenating shower and this indulgence made its way to the top of my list. It make me feel easy and comfortable. Sure,it doesn't take away your problems or make your work easy but then it reminds you of other thing that need your attention or are there for you to enjoy.So the focus shifts to something else for awhile and the pressure is eased.Even in poor health(headache etc) it has its therupatic value and aids in getting some relief.I will suggest to you all to enjoy the shower as much as you can and capitalize each and every moment of it. Its fun and refreshing. Have atleast twice,daily.

Now, for some deep knowledge :).

Information: When taken with lukewarm water, it has a greater impact. Warm to hot water helps ease muscle aches and soothes tired muscles. Also, the steam created helps open up nasal passages so you can breathe better.

Process: Close your eyes and relax under the shower. Imagine all your stress and tension being washed away as you lather and rinse. Breathe the steam in deeply, and allow it to open your pores and then cleanse you.

After Shower: You’ll immediately feel the difference in your energy level and disposition after a shower but don't waste this moment by indulging yourself in other stress taking acts. Just rest a while and enjoy the moment. And then you could probably start focussing on the things you feel are important for you.

Tip: You cold also use some bath oils to recharge and refresh your senses.

Recommendation: Take a few extra minutes in the shower to help relax. On most days, you can shower to get clean but for days when you need to relax, enjoy the moment of isolation. Imagine not just cleansing your self physically but also of all worries and tension. You can stay in the shower and pray, meditate or visualize a happy, healthy and relaxed you.

Hope you benefit from my suggestions and while you are reading this blog I would probably be taking a shower, in order to focus on my next assignment.

I Will Be Here

"I Will Be Here" by Robert Frost. This is one of my favorites. 


If in the morning when you wake,
If the sun does not appear,
I will be here.

If in the dark we lose sight of love,
Hold my hand and have no fear,
I will be here.

I will be here,
When you feel like being quiet,
When you need to speak your mind I will listen.

Through the winning, losing, and trying we'll be together,
And I will be here.

If in the morning when you wake,
If the future is unclear,
I will be here.

As sure as seasons were made for change,
Our lifetimes were made for years,
I will be here.

Inflating Belly Syndrome

Yeah, like many I am too suffering from my inflating belly. I have inquired a lot and can't figure out the root cause behind it.
No its not because of beer or liquor consumption. Neither am a big time junk foodie. Yeah I do like to have butter, creams, ghee in my food but they are occasionally part of my food. Specially when I m living in a hostel which serves food like the one given to some refugee camps or to the beggars of temple.
Also I do lot of physical exercises, play badminton and run a lot.
Finally a driver of our vehicle for our routine CSR activity at college told me the reason. "Its in the water and air of GOA. You can't do anything about it". Strange whole time I was cursing my past IT job, for always making me sit on a chair and work, for this condition of mine. And here I got a reason totally out of the world. Yes, at one time I used to be very lean and flat stomach boy. At least till I was in my college. I started gaining weight when I came to my job. All work and no play. And this all work was almost sitting average of 12 hours daily over a chair in front of a computer screen. Even then it was fine but later on the rate of my belly inflation became exponential when I moved to GOA. Children call me uncle, my fresher colleague find me too old and my friends tease me for the same. Although everybody has gained some but mine progress was far faster than everybody else.
I must have put a before and after pics of mine belly over here to show you the contrast but I am feeling ashamed to do so.
My only target this year (can be considered as my new year resolution) to regain my flat stomach if not some packs :).
But just a minute, not every one is unhappy about that, there are some people who are happy about it, like my mom and aunt who claim that now you are looking like a perfect man. In fact they serve me all the things dipped in oil,butter or ghee so that I can enjoy them fully and make my stomach gully-bully. I mean what the hell is this. Few say its fine while few point it badly.And if going by what my driver says then nothing can be done towards it and only time can heal it when I will reach to a place where there is no effect of air and water on my belly inflation.

Flight of joy...

Freedoms....Freedoms....

One doesn't get it by asking.....

Freedoms....Freedoms....
One who snatches it, lives....

There are no prisons which can stop rays of the dawn....
There are no eyes which can stop thoughts....
Just waiting for the wings to open and birds are going to take flight of joy....
in the sky....in the sky....in the sky....

Is it the end of the story or a new beginning is in store ????

Is it the new dawn or the night is going to fall ????

Is the coming time going to shelter us ????
Or are we going to find crossroads again ????

Is it the end of the story or a new beginning is in store ????
Is it the new dawn or the night is going to fall ????

Don't have an idea....
Don't have a clue....

Character Less

Heard nowadays
She rhymes songs
And laugh too much ....

Heard
Just to catch butterflies
she run outside
Barefoot only ...

Heard
Now she crosses the threshold
Without any hesitation ...

Heard
She started ,
taking her own decisions

Heard
She is no more a doll
And not in control to her facilitators
Like a puppet

So much is heard
Guess she has become ....
'Character Less'

She bear it like
Molten glass in the ears
And she just smiles....

In this color changing world
No matter if you are  'Characters Laced'
Or
Characterless ....
She have to just listen ....

खूब जिए हैं ज़िन्दगी हम

राह  पर  चलते  हैं  सर  उठाये 

जूनून  है  हमपर  मंजिल  तक  पहुचने  की 

सबब  क्या  है  इस  रवैये  में 

नहीं  जाना, न  कोशिश  थी  कभी  जानने  की 

दोस्तों  में  रहे  ग़म  छुपाये 

किसीने  ज़ेहेमत  न  ली  मेरी  खबर  पूछने  की 

साथ  ढूँढ़ते रहे  सन्नाटे  में 

राह  न  मिली  जो  थी  महफ़िल  तक  जाने  की 

खुदा  पे  भरोसा  था  हमको 

मगर  कभी  न  उस  से  फरियाद  की 

खूब  जिए  हैं  ज़िन्दगी  हम ?