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.

You can't free a bird if it ain't gonna fly. You can't live a life if you don't ask "Why?"

I know this post of mine, might be a bit too strong about my views and it might not be "okay" with certain people. But I really dont intend to hurt anyone's feelings at all, I just want to know an answer to my question.

The temple opposite my home, conducts a maha-aarti 4 times a day. Each one continues for about 15 minutes. They ring a huge bell which creates a loud sound of "Tang, Tang, Tang...!!" continuously while they do the aarti.

When this particular bell rings, I feel sorry for the Gods/ Godesses idols inside the temple. I mean, they must be confused....also a little irritated!
I dont want to hurt anyone's setiments here, but these things should have a reasoning, maybe they had a significance in the olden times when they had no watches and the only signal everyone had about the Maha- aarti was the bell's sound. But now in this era too, we go ahead with such so called traditions, creating noise pollution. One hour daily is something!!

I am a hindu. As a child I loved to be held high in my father's arms to ring the bell, whenever i visited a temple. At that age it was fun. But, as a grown up I have a question here folks, why do we ring a bell when we go the the temple?? . I mean do we intend to announce to the idols of God/Godesses that we have arrived to pay our respects! Cant that be silently done. God knows everything, right?

Hinduism is all about meditation, peaceful living, sound of OM, which is totally soothing and mesmerising. Its surely not about creating noise as if to shout out to the God and say, "Look I am praying, Please bless me with Money/ Job/ House, etc..."

(P.S. - Today we are being constantly reminded about increasing noise pollution, isnt this also contributing to the same? Just because its Godly, we dont point out at it?)

A matter of difference

In this world, when the urban living is all about equality between a man and a woman, I would like to underline the difference between a man and a woman,
Isn’t she too special to be called an equal :P?
I mean, she can be a mother, a sister, a friend, a daughter, a wife…all at the exact same time. We all know he is all that too, but well, can he be all that at one time! No!! He will escape it and instead say, “I need some time alone please! “ :P

She works as a top management official in an MNC, but she never forgets to call her son to check if he has had his lunch on time. He instead knows his wife is taking care of everything…he just need not bother!

She is at home, tending to her in laws, attending regular guests, serving them snacks and tea, looking after her kids, their studies, their health, their food, he is there, he loves her, but he can live without thinking about all this because his wife is taking care of everything!

She is just married, ambitious, successful and smart. She has returned from office, exhausted and hungry. But still she has the love and the energy to make a nice meal (moreover what her husband likes) for both of them, no doubt he can take her out to dine or help her in the kitchen, but can he take charge and let her rest? Can he manage to cook the whole meal after his hard day at work….every single day? Instead he just knows she is there, to take care of everything.
There is a huge difference, between how a man thinks and how a woman thinks…..it’s only a wonder how she takes care of so many people around her, and manages to keep all of them happy. She forgets her happiness in the process, but smiles through it all. A woman takes care of your emotional needs ….
In a wife, hides a mother.
In a mother, hides a friend.
In a friend, hides a sister.
She is more than words can explain. She is a woman.
I am not saying that men are not capable, but it’s just that they don’t have it in them….maybe god wanted it that way…
My message to all the men who know such magical women is ...

Tell them how special they are...
Express yourself…
Don’t bottle up your feelings in your heart thinking there is no need for it to be told…
Say it aloud instead!
Say it again and again…is there any harm in it?
All you can do for her is this!
She will take care of everything else! Isn’t it?

Inspiration

I generally dont watch reality shows, but when it comes to Dance India Dance on Zee Tv, I watch it whenever I get the chance and the time! Just day before yesterday I watched this amazing performance of Khushboo and Salman, they performed as handicaps, one of her leg was folded and tied up and one of his hand was tucked and tied inside his tshirt. They danced flawlessly. To watch them was too overwhelming, not just because it was a beautiful performance, but because the deep harsh reality of life was also portrayed strongly!
So, I want to write a post about a boy I met some months ago. My father in law was admitted to a hospital, while visiting him, I met a 20 year old boy, his name was Ramiz, he had met with a terrible accident. He worked in Mac donalds, in Mumbai and lived in Mumbra. While travelling home one day, he fell off from the racing local train and lost both his arms. Mostly he was on sedatives to stop the sensation of pain which he would continuously feel, but when he used to be awake and fortunately without any pain, I and Amit would chat with him, he spoke with so much confidence and conviction, that we would be totally amazed! One day we asked him what he loved to eat the most, with bright smile on his face and candid words spilling out from his mouth, he announced, "Maharaja Mac Chicken Burger!!" We all laughed together looking at him, and then told him that the next day we would gift him the same for lunch, he was elated and agreed!
When we gave him the burger the following day, his father obligingly smiled at us. Then opened it and fed his son lovingly. We wanted to pamper him more, nothing we did was enough for his inspiring soul.
Before saying goodbye to Ramiz, Amit gave him his visiting card and told him to call anytime he needed anything, he agreed and beamed.
We never got his call, he had his self respect in place though in most people's eyes he was very much pitied. I will never forget him. He taught me a lot, whitout even knowing it himself.
Thankyou Ramiz. May god bless you!!

f R i E n D s !!!

Every day when I come home from work, tired, exhausted and stressed, I am still happy at heart….guess Y?
Because its time for F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It’s the best time in my life!!
My blues become pinks…..:P


When I see Rach (I love her the best) whine (very stylishly :P) the millionth time!


When Ross acts excited over the smallest thing in the world as if it’s the ultimate!!!


When Phoebs sings the most irrelevant songs making them awfully interesting!!

When Joey acts stupid without knowing it himself, three times in the same episode!!

When Mon goes crazy with her cleaniliness maddness every 2 minutes!!!

When Chandler (My Favourite)cracks his eerily funny jokes and freaks out big time if no one laughs!!!

They are my friends, I love them and I adore them, they make my ordinary

day extraordinary ….absolutely effortlessly!!!

Does it happen to you!!! :P (I bet it does)

Life mends itself sometimes.....

On one hot sunny day, She was returning home from college, singing aloud in her heart , her list of favourite songs and dutifully window shopping, just when she saw a school class mate standing at the bus stop, she remembered the day she had harshly shouted at him, warned him not to ever talk to her again, embarrassed him in front of her whole class! Why? Because he had developed feelings for her!! She had been rude, but it was her age which was at fault. She had been only 14 then! Now it all came back to her and she felt sorry for this guy, he was obviously no more her friend and she was seeing him after 5 years!!
As she approached him, she made up mind to be cordial with him, she halted and said hi, smiled at him, asked him how he was doing in life, he was obviously taken by surprise, he answered giving her a slight smile. The she said goodbye and started walking again. She was feeling nice that she had repaired something she had never thought she would. Though she did not intend to be friends with him again, she at least had cleared her slate of life! She was nearing home now, a little tired and hungry…the thoughts of what must be cooking at home popped into her mind, and suddenly she heard his voice from behind her. She turned around, he was standing right in front of her, sweaty and panting, breathing heavily. She looked at him totally puzzled, finally he spoke, “Thankyou for talking to me!” He smiled at her and turned around, became invisible in the crowd, she stood there, like a statue, she was totally amused! She walked towards home….with an unfading grin on her face!

Somethings are never forgotten, because they just happen, you dont do them.