One Two Three - Go - Fast – Faster - Fastest - uff.. uff.. uff .. Oh. No!, Not again

Are you familiar with this situation?
Happened with me, many times and still happening.

Most probably, this is happening with everybody, all hardworking ‘middle class’ people.
In my blog, you will find this phrase again and again -
‘Middle class’ - Because I am very proud of it. Frankly speaking, I like the tag. It is an invaluable ornament for me.

Now get back to the point, I am talking about all my personal goals, which I wanted to achieve but failed and most of the times, stranded just short of the finish line. Sometime it was a slip between cups and lips or can say finish line was just .000001mm far and I failed.

Failure is a failure, not how little or how big, I failed and that was the fact.

Just like this:
-I wanted to buy a thing costing just Re. 1 and I was having only 99 paisa and when I got Re. 1, things just moved away from me, it was costlier and again out of my reach. Keep looking at it like a small kid, thinking someday, may be.., but never compromise, and started all over. Some of the success brought million-dollar joy, which was worth.

I faced those failed moment with very mixed emotions-
- Sometimes hurting myself, a little irritation, lots of anger, secret tears and even with a sarcastic smile and other times I said

- Forget yar, kya karna hai, pagal ho gaya? I just do not want it any more!!
No, it was not sour grapes for me, when I said loudly ‘Forget yar’, message was clear and I meant it.

All those were very private moment for me, today; I just want to share these moments with my friends, those are reading it. I always lived with lots of pride and worked hard and harder to get each and everything, those are treasures for me.

Today when I moved away, getting older and may be wiser, those things are just a pile of garbage for me.
- Why in the first place I wanted those?

Only thing when I failed, I never gave up. Keep running to overcome that .000001 mm mark deficit.

Thoda hai, Thode ki Jarurat Hai

This is the truth, that –
- ‘Thode jarurat’. which, kept me going, Life would have been meaningless without this ‘little’.
So! Now I am rocking, laughing, joking, reading, listening to all kind of music [Specially classic- I got few of Begum Akhtar – just amazing], studying, writing, about to start my Guitar lesson and enjoying. You can call it full circle, but sometimes

!!!!Still going for this ‘Thode’ [old habit yar]!!!

My real ingredients Moving, Walking, Breathing and Running. Arre Eto urd raha

Yes, I am talking about my real ingredients. I will start with running business

- Start with the red liquid running through my tiny cannels, nalas and rivers, pumped by my precious heart. If you go by all complicated counts of doctors report then it has so many factors, frankly I never bothered much about these, like H, W, Sugar, Salt, more and less. All I know, it is keeping me hot.

- The pair, around 32½” tall, Bus No. 11. I used these and I mean it. When all were walking, I was running and when all were running, I ran an extra mile. The tolerance of my base camp, a surprise package all the way. Sorry Bhai! Only thing, I was always grounded.
- Only request - Please just, bear me, may be few moments or few days or . . ?

- These are my feeding tools. Doing everything for me, when I find a little muscle around my upper limb, I feel very happy, because this is product of my hard work. Still, strong enough to send a Baseball out of the park. Fingers on it, magical! Done a great job for me, even now I am using it, writing.

Let us go upstairs

- Tongue, may be bit disappointed by my attitude, I never ever able to move it – I mean Juban Chalana, I preferred silence over the outburst (except few occasions). I am neither a foodie but I am a good Fusion cook. (Fusion cook? Another day). Want a Smile? No problem!

- This work very silently, except when I get cold what you call – running nose. Once upon a time, I was able to provide lots of O₂, but now I do not know the composition, this is all about chemistry or Greenhouse-mystery. All I know, the absence of bi-directional airflow from my nostril, my non-existence will be the existence factor.

- These are prize possession. With the help of these I can scan through the mind of any one, work like a laser beam. I can attach and try to detach from the world using this pair. Often a unique query passes through my mind,
- Absence of eyelids? A shiver runs through my spine, house without doors. What about my dreams? These are closed-door affairs.

- When these are prize possession for me, so many just missing these, I donated these in my twenties. Just do it, why think about your body, beyond life.

- Top floor, protected by natural protected gears, my brain – let us say Bheja or Dimag (A very hot, garam one, with 440 volt tag), I am very thankful to God for giving me a bit of it. Many told me that “You are having a Computer Brain”, I do not know if this is a compliment or just -
- Pulling my leg.

Do Computers have brain? While assembling, search for it – Brain? Nowhere!

This piece is very restless, I am trying to write a complicated program, its roaming somewhere else, but still it is under my command, when I say –

- come on Yar, you cannot do this to me, I am trying hard and you just having fun, response immediately and join me instantly.

This one - I do not know where it is. Believe me! I mean it. How to explain in English? Heart? No! That is doing its duty until now. I am talking about Mann –All the time it is flying, leaving me behind

– All continents, oceans, countless seas and countries and beyond.

- Imagine, other day it was experimenting about Pluto! I was just shivering.

- May be one day it will start exploring Sun and I will be in ashes.

!Ye mann hi bata de tu kis jagaha me rahata hai tu !

[Oh God! Why you played this trick? Put it in somewhere and never ever disclosed the place! Where is the Remote control? Do not get angry – I am always very very thankful to you, for all…]

Dombichi Baika’s, always rocking

I am back again with places!

Here, a piece of life from women of Dombivli.This was the place where I was staying during 90’s. When I left I.I.T. Powai (keep for another day), move to this place that time my mind was just look for a better place. Somebody there may be thinking that I was a craziest of all, where is picturesque I.I.T and where is Dombivli, but life in Mumbai is that crazy. For those, who have no idea about Dombivli - this place is one of the town situated in outskirt of Mumbai, having 100% literacy with a tag like this - one of the most cultural town in India. The peoples of Dombi belongs to--India’s so called very hard working middle class society.

All Dombivlikars faced a very acute water problem and I was no exception (pani pani re Khare… chup not khare pani, tap ka pani! Khare pani? Ha.. mere do boond ansu ka koi kimat nahi?).

In this place, I was what you call unsocial at its best. My door used open twice, once from inside in the morning and at night 9 something from outside, only exception was my friends from upstairs and their mother always used to send me some than other delicacies (thanks).

In the morning, I/We (all women of Dombivli) used to run to the one direction – Station, the speed may make Usain Bolt and late Flo Jo to think twice about their training facilities.

When train approach to Dombivli station, oh my god!

- Indian army should take some courage under fire form these women. Getting into respective train in single piece is a gold medal wining performance and getting a place to seat-

- Ye syana bait ne ko mila to sone ko chahta hai, chal bidu khare ra.

If you find a place, say first and second seat, sleep instantly thinking yourself in an island. Little advise, don’t go for third or fourth one, as there is always a Tom and Jerry situation between
both, who can push whom and how hard and at certain point – tu, tu, main, main…., oh! forget it, roz ka lafda.

If you are standing, then you should know the balancing act (Jor lagake haiya), on both feet, its too much for asking, one foot or one toe, chalega (Khiladi hai koi, madari hai koi). Once you settled down (no matter what way) you can do anything- shopping, praying, joking, singing, and gossiping about mother-in-law and vice versa.

Those come from beyond Dombivli have lots of complain – these Dimbivlichi Baika….so … and so…(Sorry bit slang-uage problem), but they stop instantly, once train cross Thakurli station- - just guess why?

In the evening they are all ready for bit revenge, when back in Dombi and train come still on the platform, they will get down one by one, taking their own time and talking about everything, anything and nothing – like

- jhopli hoti, kadi Dombivli aali?
– Bhiti kasala, Dombivli ani train kute janar nai.

- oh joshi kal tujha mistor la bagitla or macchi ghayun janar, bangrechi curry karnar amti deyun, chan batte. (Do not go by my Marathi- gele dhaha baras me Marathi bolle nai)

There is no time limit, the guard will sleep thrice and get up twice before he can press the button and train can move further.

Apart form bonding friends there will be aai’s, tai’s, mami’s, kaki’s, chikki’s, chechi’s, didi’s, akka’s, anna’s(of course full anna’s prohibited).

Still hats of to Dimbivlichi Baika, household chorus without any helping hand, office work, children and then daily dose of Judo/karate, still you will find fresh faces all over with beautiful smile.

All important offices in Mumbai have few of them, just go and check these offices on any Bandh days.

!!! Me ani Dombivlichi Baika, true fighting spirit, Zindabad, Zindabad, [ishh… aago bai]!!!

Dost, Dost Sab Raha Aur Pyar Pyar Bahut Mila

This is the most beautiful F***** word I ever heard.
Last Sunday was, what we call it -
Friendship day!
Is friendship can be celebrated over a day?
For me 366 days 1 sec for leap year and for others 365 days plus 2 sec. My friends are my real treasure, I have them all over. When I talk about - Friends and Friendship - I am one of the most happiest and luckiest

Some of them sitting in Alexandria, Egypt and having a hot cup of qahwa, some in Bangkok, some in Australia, some in Singapore and many others, but most of them in Mumbai and some very young faces in Kolkata too. As I grown up, I always left a bit of myself inside me
So, for me Friendship is no age bound, it can be anything between1 to 100.

When I am talking about friends, I just can not do it without a song from my favourite band ABBA.
You and I can share the silence
Finding comfort together
The way old friends do
And after fights and words of violence
We make up with each other
The way old friends do
Times of joy and times of sorrow
We will always see it through
Oh I don't care what comes tomorrow
We can face it together
The way old friends do

For me - Blood is not thicker than water. So here I am, my friends – only for you.

!!! Ei Bandhu, Kahan chal diye, ek asli dost chahiye? Phir dil khol ke haso, Bas.. I am for you!!!