Award time!!! :)

Thanks Nikhil (aka Multimenon)for this sweet award you gave me, its my very first for this blog, and so it means more than words to me!!! You are an equally special friend and bro!! :)


Thanks again to Nikhil, this one is a step ahead, I mean you have given me the best title :P I love the glitter too...he he he...:) Thanks a million Bro!!



The Pink Orchid (aka Kajal) to recieve an award from you is the best thing that can happen...You write so well, I am your fan!! Thanks so much for remembering my comments and I feel great to have made you smile because of them!! :)
Love you!

Attempt at Fiction....dont know which number :P

“Mama! Mama!!” little Radha screamed. “Mama, please don’t leave me…please!”
“I cant Radha, I have work to do! You stay here with aunty, you will be fine. I can’t be with you all the time! Don’t make it so difficult everyday!!” Shweta announced in a stern voice. Radha kept screaming and crying. Shweta did not have the time to turn back, she would miss her train!

Two Years Later,

“Bye sweetie!” Shweta smilingly said to her daughter. Radha dutifully said, “Bye Mama!” The next moment Radha was busy playing with her friends. Shweta called again, “Radha dear, stay well, I will come soon to pick you up! We will have ice cream in the evening! What say?”
“Okay Mama!” Radha said, while she was engrossed in dressing her Barbie doll with her friends. Shweta headed for the road, with tears waiting to fall from her eyes, she looked back, but Radha was no where in sight!



As Shweta walked away, she did not care about her train, just wished that her daughter would be a little sad to see her go!

P.S. Its my first attempt, I might be really going wrong :P Your are welcome to criticise!! :)

Just Like That

First Of all I want to thank everyone for praying for my granny!!! She is improving and is home!!! Thanks a bunch all you sweet souls!!
Secondly, I was busy in a wedding of a very close friend, so dint write anything new....my fingers are scratching though!! :P
So I will write a post soon!! For now, here's some food for thought!!

Happy Mother's Day!!!

Here's something I have penned down for my mother ...
Love you Aai!! (I am glad I will be with her on that day!!!Yippie!!)

"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet"

I came across this quote and I saw Aaji Dada‘s image flash in front of me.
My grandparents. A super cool couple. Terrifically romantic. Blissfully enthusiastic. Adventure lovers. They had the energy at the age of 60 that we don’t even dream of having today! They enjoyed their life together, like no one I know.
Firstly, theirs was a love marriage, in the 1950’s it was a great achievement! Their stories of courtship are so cute, I mean there were no telephones, no vehicles (not everyone could afford vehicles then) no mobiles, no internet and yet they had the most magical romance! I mean today without the help of all this can we be romantic enough?? Technology has ruined the essence of romance! When I think about the thousands of times heard stories of their courtship, my belief that we aren’t even half as romantic as them gets stronger and stronger. The attitude with which they did everything was so miraculous!
Can you believe, dada used to accompany aaji to college every single day, not only this, he used to gift a Cadbury to her every time he met her…..I used to ask him, “Every time dada??” and he used to smile and agree! Once, while saying goodbye to aaji, dada gifted her a red rose, they were standing on the first floor corridor of her college, she coyly accepted it, but by mistake dropped it on the pelmet! Dada without a second thought jumped and got it back for her!! I mean in today’s world, a guy would feel embarrassed to do so, or he will be too lazy for this! (Only SRK or Imran Khan can do it in films.)
The balconies of their homes faced each other, and they would wave out to each other secretly with a red kerchief, that was their sign for love. They knew what love was, they knew how to glide in it, they knew how to let go and not be embarrassed.
After their marriage, they travelled so much, almost all of India and a few other destinations. Also every school vacation they would take us on trips. (The gang of grandchildren and also our friends)We used to climb huge mountains together, we used to stop by waterfalls and get drenched, jump in the rivers , enjoy a swim and stay in temple quarters with awesome simple meals. We used to travel by S.T. buses, because they wanted us to learn and explore the true world, not because they couldn’t afford it. They tried their best to show us the world through their eyes.
Theirs was a magical era. I would love to be born in their period and experience things the way they did, amidst tall shady trees, huge courtyards, the days without café coffee days, the days without internet cafes, and the days outside the window instead of inside it.
We have forgotten the real essence of love somewhere. I want to go back and find it.
My aaji dada, a couple who lived each day with passion and gusto!! I know life was easier than it is now (with the increasing population comes the immense competition and blah blah blah!!), but is it so impossible for us to discover the true realm of love and embrace it with an open heart, innocent laughter and secrets which only love knows!

Request to Pray...

Dear Friends....My granny is very sick and in the hospital, please pray for her.
I am sure everyone praying for her will definitely create positive energy and help her get better....thats my belief ....thats all we can do.....isnt it?
She is a very jolly person. Very Brave. Very sweet. I love her very much and I am sure we all love our grandparents too much....so I am sure you all will pray for her good health..
Thank You everyone in advance....

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The intention of this post is not to balance my blog after my post about women. Its not something I am trying to make up for...I meant what I had said about women to the core...and I also mean what I have penned in this post.
Few friends had suggested that I write something about men too, but I did not want to do it for the heck of it, so I waited until the words were true and spontaneous.
Hope you all enjoy reading this one too :)



Sure,

Only he can forget to call her on time
Only he can worship soccer and munch on fatty food late night
Only he can party with friends and reach home midnight
Only he can be careless like he is a child

But,

Only he knows how beautiful she is from inside
Only he knows how to light up her smile
Only he knows when to be patient with her for a while
Only he knows how to handle her cranky moods at times

Only he can love her unconditionally without judging
Only he can try to understand why she picks up a fight :P
Only he knows her secrets hidden deep down inside
Only he knows how to boost her confidence and fill her heart with pride (for herself)

Only he knows what she sacrifices
Only he understands if she fails at times
Only he knows that he cannot be contented without her being around
Only sometimes he fails to let her know this exact same feeling





P.S. If we think beyond his desires to watch soccer, eat extra cheese, forget to call, etc…all we women will see is a very sweet man who is all that I have stated above. Isn’t it?
Also, all the Marathi audiences who are reading this post, please listen to a song by Salil Kulkarni and Sandeep Khare, its called “Nastes ghari tu jevha” It’s a beautiful song which portrays a man’s true and vulnerable love for his wife…it’s a very touching song.