Summer Love - A2

Aashiqui 2 - One set of people found the movie depressing with an end on a low note. Another set found it to be purrfect to the extent it could have been. You could have made it out by now that i belong to the second one. I liked it because it was not one of those movies where all of a sudden it becomes possible for the hero to undergo rehabilitation and overcome the addiction just because of the girl and as usual ends with a note "....And they lived happily everafter".

This movie captured minute emotions so beautifully and the characters played it class apart. Kudos to the entire team of A2 for the great work. This is on my list of movies now that i would love watching over again and again without clinging onto the depression but rather enjoying the pure intentions of love. 

My favorite songs are not the most demanded by public. I personally loved "Tu ye mujhko bata de, caahun mai ya na.." with girls lyrics being the best. 

                                         :) Aarohiii Keshav Kshirke :)

Another of my favorite is: " Bhula dena mujhe...Hai alvida tujhe...Tujhe Jeena hai mere bina". More than the original video, i liked this  from youtube. It is simple, different and touching :)

P.S: Sorry if any of the A2 "non-lovers" bumped into this post :) 

Feeling connected!

While I have been blessed with Xerox looks of my mom, I am 100% blessed with Xerox characteristics of dad. A self-happy realization of this summer. Busy throughout in my own world, college, career I didn't get so much free time that I have got now. With my dream journey complete and joining a thing of October, I have got time to do lot of things I always longed to do but couldn't do due to time constraint.  While this summer has given me umpteen memories that I shall cherish throughout, this memory needed special mention.

Honestly, I have always been busy and connecting to mom’s life and never tried to take a closer look at dad’s. Well it’s because my mom loves talking about their childhood days, family details, how they lived and loved each other. On the other hand I never got to learn how my dad was in his 20’s, who his friends were, what he liked, how their family lived etc etc. The first instance of commonality between him and me. My dad too doesn't indulge in talking about himself, his past, his life before we came unless pressed for. And I realized how true it’s with me too. This was just the beginning on my path of discovery.

First time ever I got an opportunity to travel with dad all alone. Although it was just a 8 hr journey I felt sooo glad. His small gestures of waking up before me in morning and getting ready just to let me sleep little more, the stares exchanged when some guys looked at me, the parent-like care for having breakfast at a hygienic place even though if it meant walking some distance….Aahhh!!! I sensed the safety around when he was there, the love when holding his hand for crossing the road :) and I realised what importance dad holds in one’s life (specially girl’s).

Next I packed my mom’s bags and sent her to her mom’s place because she deserved rest. I assured her I will take care of dad for now that I am home. And yep, we got a week to spend together :) This too was first time because usually I had my 'Big B' around and again I use to be lost in him due to age group factor. This time it was just My Dad and Me. We got up together, did all the preparations together, two hrs in morning he would be doing his morning chores of yoga, pooja with traditional music purifying the air of home, I would be trying hard to get ready his tiffin, breakfast, bottles, managing hard to make it perfect. He would help me in everything which he otherwise demanded from mom[hehe]. That’s the beauty of a dad-daughter relationship. Soon within 2hrs the temporary queen of home would become home alone.

Dreamdad!

Engaging myself in other activities with masala music on, I would wait for the clock to hit 1pm. There would go tring tring. And it would be dad with full appreciation for the food I made. Just what I expect for the hard work I would put. His favourite dialog would be “ Mom se bhi acha banai beta tu..:)[the taste was better than your mom's beta]” and that’s it. It was equivalent to my own lunch and would charge me up to make something special for dinner :)

I would await for the lift noise at around 9pm to know dad has come. He would ask me about my day and in return I would ask how was everything at office. Then we both sat together in front of TV watching mom’s drama serials just to not miss her while actually missing. The cutest part would follow after that. He would be waiting eagerly to talk to mom but wouldn’t express it. He would ask me, “maa se bat hui kya beta, baat karni hai? [have you spoken to mom, shall I call her up now]. And sometimes I would say yes, sometimes just to tease him I would say I have already spoken and not necessary to call her :P And I would feel the peak of happiness of day when dad tell mom over the phone “komal takes care of me so nicely, once you would miss something but my beti doesn't miss anything at all” :) :) :)

Dad-Daughter Relationship :)

At the end of the week, I felt I knew my dad more closely.  The confidence, the compassion, the managerial abilities, the secretive caring nature, the travel passion, the little temper, the child-like eagerness – I derive it all from dad. And in all true sense he’s  “The Dreamdad”.

I can see the pride and connection in his eyes when he sees me doing the same things that he loved doing in his young days. He loves to see me making trips to different places all alone, managing and planning entire trips. Moreover he himself advice me on trips , what to do, which is a must visit place, what near- by things and specialties are to be watched out for – And people keep struggling with the permission itself !!! Blessed am I !!! Touch-wood for being a part of family that shares the love, bonding and trust of the families which can be epitomized for it yet with no compromise on freedom, individual desires and dreams.

I am thankful to God for having given me this time with dad, and wish I had made efforts to know him more a little while back. For all people out there, if the only learning you all can take from this post is to realize the value of each relationship in your life before it gets too late, I would say to myself job well done. What is the point in remembering a person with tears when you still have the time to do so with smiles :) :) :)

Love you dad

~~~ Cheers ~~~

Off to spend awesome time with cousins :)

Not much time left before I  shall be with my dear cousins having so much fun..! It's been two years now since I met them. While i spend nice time with them, you all check out this post of mine where i had described relationship with the place and people :) Cya..Take care:)

To be read: Small Town Girl :)

Lost and Found/Re-gifted

I already have a post on my list of things that I had lost. That’s nothing new for people who know me from close. I had the audacity to lose the most precious gifts of my life just due to my carelessness. And not just one but quite a lot of them. But this post is not to talk about my carelessness but my loving people/favorable luck. Here is a list of them:

The eye candy red watch...

1.    Remember my lost red watch? If not, let me tell you the story behind it. Three years back on my birthday, I had received probable the most expensive gift till that date. A sexy-red fast track watch which looked sexier on my hand (no it’s not a joke  :P) I loved that piece from the bottom of my heart for two reasons. First because it was my special birthday gift. And second because it was gifted by best man so far[to clear out it’s my brother, I didn’t quite have many guys in my life till then :P]  and within two months I lost it god knows where and how!!! From then on as a self-imposed punishment I stopped wearing watches which I was decently used to. My punishment ended a year back when I visited home and found the same red watch kept in my cupboard. I know I know, you all must be thinking how lucky I am :P

My Go gear!!!

2.  Then two years back, again on my birthday I was gifted a music player by my best friend to enjoy my jogs around campus. This enjoyment too lasted for about two months. But this time I know where I lost it. Someone took it away from me while I was sleeping during my travel back home in bus. No, music can never stop in my life. But yes I decided no music player ever as a punishment. And no. Don’t get me wrong that I do this drama so that I get them back. I do not disclose about these punishments to anyone. But a person who have people in their life who understands your unsaid emotions would know, how easily the things not so prominent are still observed by them. Four months back I was re-gifted the same music player again :)

My precious.....

3.   The final story is of those days when love started blossoming in life. Probably my first gift during that phase around three years back. It was a key chain, a special one. In my excitement to keep it most safe, I kept it in a place which I myself forgot. I searched and searched, took out all things of my cupboard still I couldn’t find it. There was no punishment for this because it was not a thing which mattered if I used or not. It was just that, that piece of key-chain meant special because of the person from whom I received.

As recent as 4-5 days back, my mom pulled out entire stuff that I had kept back home when I went to campus. And ordered me to check evry inch of it and remove all unwanted stuff. As I was going through some waste papers, some old memories of college and school friends, I found a familiar Archies bag. And I knew that yes it was!!! The wrapper was as new as yesterday and the key-chain was intact. All I could do was pick up phone and call up the person asking him to take back all the taunting he had bestowed on me for having lost his first gift [Not that he made me feel bad, but I had this guilt since a long time]

So as I found my last gift, the previous instances of losing and coming a full circle rushed in my mind. And I knew this would be my come back post on blog.

Post to be read: Lost Bottle, Broken Glasses.....

P.S: Thanks Laku for encouraging me in your simple words to start writing by saying that you miss my posts. And here you go…..

It’s time to bid goodbye…..But not without thanks giving

With a bag of mixed feeling I am waiting for my day of convocation in my campus spending last few hours. It is still clear to me, the day and the manner in which the thought of MBA took birth in my thoughts. It has been 4 years now. Every day, every action of mine since then have revolved around only and only this. First two years towards making it happen and next two years living it.

As I stand in my room with bags packed, cupboard deserted, walls clean and room empty tears fill my eyes and I sit down to write this post and calm myself. I am short of words today and I do not know where to start from or what to end with. With every journey comes an experience and I am certain I have had bundle of eventful experiences which I shall remember throughout. I didn’t want to miss on the opportunity to extend my simple thanks to the most most (any other superlative possible then that too) special persons who made this journey happen and so here I am.

If ever I have to make a thanks giving list for these two years, I am sure it will run into pages (seriously). I have been helped, nurtured, lifted and sailed by innumerable people in these span of two years. Still if I sit down and have to search for those gems in the ocean of pebbles I can pin point to two of them and it is to them I want to express my sincere thanks giving through this.

They say journey begins at home and same was with me. And I have been lucky to find maximum support and encouragement from my dearest brother to make this journey a success. I do not remember the number of our night chats when I lost confidence in myself due to failure in mock tests. You stood by me as a solid morale booster making me feel I am the most deserving and wonderful person. Even after joining college, I visited back home in just 15 days and cried that I do not want to return to campus and it was you who hand helped me till the point I could walk alone. My first visit to campus, the run around, the joining date, the room arrangement if there was anyone with me throughout it has been you big brother. I want to make this a full circle and hence I have only you as my guest for my convocation.

My sweetheart Big B...

And the next person is my bestest friend Nits. If my memory serves me good, it was you who put light on this path of MBA after graduation. My day never ended without talking out everything possible to you since then. After my first failure in CAT, it was you who ensured right from books, reading material to test ids. Sometimes politely, sometimes pestering me to do more you never gave up on me. It was your confidence and support that made me reach gates of GIM. It was just the beginning. Till today, it is only you who knows what all has happened with me in my day. Every happy moment, every success, every scolding, every fear I can share so easily with you buddy. Staying miles apart, only with my voice you understood my state of mind - whether I was happy, upset, hyper or excited. Life has become so easy with your presence just over the phone. The importance of this relationship in this aspect of my life is known to all and God helped me further by getting convocated on the birthday of the person with whom I had set out on this journey with - 30th March 2013.

Bestest Buddy...

My sincere thanks and hugs to both of you. I know more often than not I have been a pain to you all, but you both endured me with no regret. My most beautiful journey wouldn’t have started or ended peacefully without both of your support.

Lots of love

~~~Cheers to three of us~~

Now that the love is gone…….

As I keep running away,

The feeling sinks in with greater sway.

I ask myself a zillion times,

How could I hurt someone so prime?

I wish there was a better way,

To tell you that the love is gone away.

I wish I had never fallen again,

Into the arms that I wish forever to stay.

What it started with...

For you the world have fallen apart,

For me it’s not an inch better with the heap of guilt filled in heart.

I still hope we can together find a way,

And fill this small journey with moments of hay.

For once give me a chance,

And stop masking around as the rudest monk.

I know who you truly are,

It’s just a way of you to let me go far.

Please Don't

I promise a relation that shall stay strong,

Never will we regret for the turn around.

I need you to be by my side,

Please don’t leave me alone in this gamble of my life.

~~Moments Worth Living For~~

Hellooo blogdosts!  It’s been almost 2 months since I logged on to this place. No, not that I am doing something important! Never mind! So how have you all been..?

I have been waiting for that indomitable urge to take out my laptop and pen down my thoughts. Because that is what blogging has always meant to me. And yes it was back just 2 days back and at no other time than when I was leaving my city!

It was just another time of travelling back from home to campus. It’s the irony of time that makes you blend into everything. Now even my travel’s busboy recognises me [because of my geeky specs]. So you can guess on the frequency of my travel.

Miles Unlimited!

In these two years, the time I felt most independent was while travelling. And I traveled alone a lot. So much so that it seems a restriction if I am questioned on – “……But how will you travel alone?” It has its own charm and charisma. And if I have gained any deeper awareness of myself then it is my love for travelling. I have decided to keep travelling to places and not settle in one single city. The feeling of being new to a place, the fear of getting lost, the slow interaction between you and the city to the time that your eyes become moist when you leave the place. I love this experience.

Little Moments!

So what was special about this departure? It was supposed to be my last travel from home to campus [Goa]. At all times [for which the count goes to 13 travel trips=26 bus journeys in 17 months] I always had my Big B[bro] to drop me and keep waving ‘bye-bye’ till I could see him. This time it was different. He couldn’t stay back at home due to office reasons. And here I was sitting in my pick up bus, ear phones plugged in with a gloomy face watching other passengers waving goodbye. The main bus is to be boarded at a distance of 35kms from the pickup point.

Sitting in an A/C bus, watching outside the window, I was lost in the music. In a matter of time the bright sun was taken in by the dark clouds. Hot wind turned into a pleasant breeze and I could suddenly feel the happiness in the environment around me. Tip went down the first drop against my window. And soon enough it started raining. I love rains. And however bad mood I may be in, a shower from clouds, can make up my mood. I quickly tuned the music to accompany my mood with rain. Motor cyclists started to speed up, road-side vendors began covering their material. But no one seemed complaining. Or rather I wasn’t so I found no one. I was mesmerized at God’s way of cheering me up with a message. When I first time travelled from home to Goa, it was the monsoon time. And the city shed tears as much as I did on my departure. Probably this would be my last travel and association as a student with Goa. And with this unexpected and inexpressibly touching moment, I relaxed back in my chair saying – “Dream Journey has come a full circle”!  

Wait! This was not the end of it. I reached the main boarding area and was sitting in the waiting lounge awaiting the announcement. As I heard the details of bus, I looked up the stairs from the room. To my eyes it can be the best moment worth keeping as a memory. Yes! He made it this one last time too! All I could do was pick up my bags smiling, rush to him and give a hug! Yet one more time he was standing there waving “bye-bye” with a smile on lips and sadness in eyes.