Say thanks!!!

Now a days I am reading Suketu Mehta's "Bombay Lost and Found". There is no second opinion about how well the book is written. It is simply superb. If one wants to know about Mumbai start with Suketu Mehta's book. After I read first 50 pages, I got a chance to go to Mumbai. Actually, those fifty pages had evoked my wish to visit Mumbai so much that God's "pouring water process" could not perish my will. I saw the city with my eyes and sight matched what I was seeing from author's eyes.
The small hole like openings in the Jogeshwari slum area made me think of slightly enlarged version of an opening in the ground from where ants come and disappear after entering into it. I wondered If the people getting inside that dark opening will enter the same atmosphere that surrounds the Earth, that we know.
I travelled in local trains, observed the intermingled crowd, felt secured being a girl unlike Delhi, appreciated the endlessness of the sea at Juhu beach and above all saw the slum area - Mumbai is known for.
Everytime I read the book a new journey starts and after reading 10-15 pages, I close the book, close my eyes and after moaning for some time feel better and thank God. The story of a 16 year old boy who murdered a person ruthlessly for Rs 50 that he required to buy a shade for his so called "home" invoked the sleeping self to take a resolution not to disrespect a miniscule piece of food lying in my plate by throwing it in dustbin.Everytime I see a little boy or girl pleading to buy five rupees balloon, I recall that boy only and feel heavy in my heart.
We complain so much daily ...we complain that food in the cafeteria is bad, colleagues do not cooperate, room mates don't take responsibilities and so on. But once you compare yourself with the condition of those who daily suffer a mental death crore times before they actually die, perhaps you stop complaining.

Intimacy and silence when comes along..
Breeze trespasing my ears sing a song...
Through the good and sad times I had been..
Care and compasion I have seen..
In my prayers and wishes some precise some long...
Commitments I made to my self not so strong..
One thing was missed one time and again..
Thought that came relentlessly though I never refrain..
"The big Thanks" that we forget daily...
In lieu of a good life blessed by Almighty...
We see those bleak eyes trying to knock your heart..
Pay sympathy that soon goes off with a kick start...
The foodless, homeless and may be less by all means...
But no doubt perfect and proper with human genes..
When small defeats lead to an empth heart..
You find yourself middle of the torment..
Just go tto the traffic signal before kick start..
Remeber those bleak eyes that knocked your heart..
Let enter all the tears of those misty eyes in yours..
Then try to search the emptiness once more..
You won't find it, I bet for sure...

Life is beautiful...

My second visit to my home after coming to Pune is over. The end of this soulful journey is always so sad and will always be. Nothing like home, my home, my parents, my uncles, aunts and cousins and friends of course.
In this city of meaningless meanings everything changes so fast transgressing speed of light brings numbness in my nerves' cells.
But the changes in my city are so small but beautiful and seems like putting more meanings to revealing thoughts. How good it feels when you are valued and cared. The feeling that puts life into life, increases love, faith, originality and stengthens ones belief in "Life is beautiful".
This feeling was introduced by no one in Pune but my maid. All the bachelors were asked to vacate flats after, girls living in one of the flats created some nuisance and that was hyped actually. My maid took the stand for us saying you are very good girls. Humanity is still alive may be taking last few breaths. Yes its there. I don't know whether she paid for the tea and breakfast that we offer her everytime we are at home in her presence or she is paying for our good behavior. This gesture of hers, for the first time made me feel like in town, a known town. A town that is not only occupied with logs of woods but real human beings too.


Emerging wrinkles on a smiling face...
Tiny snow balls melting in the eyes...
Hands so warm embracing mine...
Countenance reveling congeniality so nice..

How good it feels to be in town...
A gush of fresh air cooling the frown...

Happy hearts and the one who is happy to see me
Makes me feel so cheerful and glee

Words full of blessings touch softly my ears...
Eyes that don't blink, make me feel "I am so dear"

Series of expressions telling I am valued and cared
This little joy, for so long was lost and dared...

A break from log of woods to real people...
Woke up the spirits once made to cripple...

Happiness infinite and horizons of love...
A constant gift bestowed from the relationships...

A futile journey from soulless to soulful...
Strengthens my belief in-"Life is beautiful"

Shades...

Outside those glass windows, dark shining sun prevails the earth so big so huge. It seems my mind remains untouched of this light inside those tinted glasses and AC compartments. Shades are just filtered and a sense of grey is allowed to enter inside but self is still oblivious inside a cave. This time so little I find to see the shades and colors that a sense of appreciation for colorful is gone.


Shades I have seen many so far...
No colour yest as dark as tar...

Black, white, grey and coloured..
Don't want to trust pictures so blurred...

People of zillion shades and zillion shades in a person...
Makes me think why God made this creature so cumbersome..

Just want to drench my Self in this rain...
Each colored drop drags me in a game...

Trying to evaluate and understand the intermingled maze...
One day a lost hope would end this hopeless race...

Inside story....

It has been more than a month when I left the calm territory of mine..my home,my city. Life suddenly started breathing at a normal breath rate for those 8 days. But the relentless race rocked back, after my plane landed and kicked me in the icy atmosphere once again.
At the Delhi airport, I felt like cry like a kid and throw all the tantrums. I could not because I am a grown up now - a cost I have to pay to society. haha...
Sitting in those cubicles almost half a day, somehow the dividing wood between the cubicles have trounced human hearts. They seem to be more humane than us.
At home, a sweet sunny day spent with Bhanu and Jayna, my childhood friends made me remember my true measure of laughter in decibels. My cheeks sometimes get perturbed of deliberate stretching of my jaw line - new definition of smile :). The whole day each one of us curse ourselves or the moving machines like multitude.
On weekends, the story does not pause, the restless fellow resumes the infinite loop and Why there is no control + Break????
I realy miss these buttons in the gadget called Mind.
Wandering in the fashion streets, staring foolishly at the high market crowd is the mode of learning happenings outside the one real life. E-Square and JM Road are the only destination on weekends - a better option than being at home and calling people one by one in the order names appear in my phonebook.
Sometimes, I share a loud guffaw with myself. Who says I don't have a boyfriend? I do have and name is Wipro. When I go to bed, the last thought is Office (work related) and when I open my eyes first thought is office and when I talk to my roomates, all discussions start from office and end at a pointless conclusion, all related to office. This is what a lady in love does. Isn't it? :))))

A thought running with the speed of light...
Reaches one corner and in split second jumps to another..
The relentless cop is tired of this hide and seek
An end without a beginning it seems
Or a beginnig having no end it is...

Vivid lights of this condominium peeping into my territory...
Without asking for permission it is inside..
I wonder how free??
A bunglow of this intruder is built now
No option but my will and mind had to bow.


This is the nut shell of the story of every newcomer in this IT industry who enter this niche to be a Technology aficiando. Hope that this emptiness gets filled up with time.