The Omnipresent

The dew drops had covered the entire picturesque valley,
The day light was breaking in from the horizon slowly and steadily,
What is it that makes all thes things as beautiful as they are??
who is it that keeps human humble even if they have all the power;

Who gives rythm to the heartbeats of the foetus in the womb,
What induces peace to the body lying peacefully in their tombes,
Sorrows are created by him to appreciate when joys flow,
It is he alone who teaches everyone where to go slow;

Does the almighty require any more difinition??
its only GOD ,who doesnt mind when duing happiness he is not mentioned
Its matter of ones inividual's faith,
Wether to belive or not in destiny and fate.....


It is not at all difficult to find him around you,
He can be seen in whatever good jobs you do,
Agreed he gives you your shares of testing hours
But it is his way of showing that you have the will power,

Its all about having faith on him,
Because the omnipresent alone can embrace you with all your sins

MY FIRST BLUE NUMBER:

It is the twilight night of shimmering spring,
Some where in the distance the bright lavenders grow,
The pace of the silvery lake ebbs and slows
The maddening moonlight feels like heaven at this hour,
Babby its only you who is so far....

Rember the first time we met,by the seaside;
The moment felt so miraculous and life was like one joy ride,
The glint in your eyes n the sparkle on ur face,
Truely matched the blue wintery sky's haze
The time that we spent below the chestnut tree,
Hands in hands and arms in arms,
Was like any toddlers facial charms.....

But now the distances have grown and you are so faraway
It makes me wonder that why is there happiness if we have to face dismay??
The stars in the night are adding an enigmatic glow,
But babby life without you is going so slow....

When will the time come when everything will be allright as before?
So that like the first time we can go back to the sea shore,
Near my window sill a sweet cockoo sings,
It is the twilight night of shimmering spring.

Review:TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE

An amazing non fictional book written by MITCH ALBOM ,which puts light on the various aspects of life right from relationships,feelings to death.this book also enhances the beautiful student- professor relationship through MORRIE an ailing professor who teaches MITCH the true meaning of life at the end of his own life.somewhere in this book one will encounter ones own dilemma in life through MITCH's questions and get their solution through MORRIE's answers.the essence of the book being the line"you have to understand life to live life".go for this book if you have a philosophical streak in you.even if u r not those kinds this book makes an intresting reading material.

Bling!!Bling!!

"I am a material girl in this material world......."Listening to this song of MADDONA which was on full blast in my i-pod i was trying to divert my mind from the 2 "sophisticated"ladies fighting in the first class compartment of the early morning Churchgate local.My college being in south bombay & local trains being the life line of AMCHI MUMBAI & many people travelling in them (including me) these heated verbal exchange of frustrated mumbaikars is a normal thingie.
well sometimes these petty conflicts are quite entertaining too,and many times the 45 mins that my train journey takes just flies away listening to these "ENGLISH" arguments by which these ladies try to show their vocab. superiority.
Its been almost a year since i have taken admission in my townie college KISCHINCHAND CHELLARAM in churchgate.and it feels great to be in one of the most coveted places by your own hard earned marks.well here are a plethora of things which me & my many suburbite friends saw in KC,the first thing which you see when you enter the premises is, anaemic girls wearing low waists with bonded hair with only 2-3 books in their hands , struting their stuffs no doubt they look like barbie dolls but looking at them you wonder how many times do they eat in a year?And the garcons dressed in branded casuals showing off their latest gizmos.
and the most common thing heard here is"BRAGS BRAGS & more BRAGS"eg: "u know my hair stylist takes f***ing 800 bucks for just a bloody trim","that foolish peon was shouting at me & that too in hindi"[these stuffs told so loudly as if somebody is interested].the next thing seen is the groupism i.e townies vs suburbites, the easy way to land in a townie crowd is the ICSE tag or the moolah factor & yeah u can form ur own third groupif u r smart ,intelligent n a little diffrent from suburbites.me n my friends landed in this third group n started this new journey of college life its only after being there n doing that ,we realised that the main strategy used by people here is to bluff sky high,eg:buy clothes n accesories from local markets but bluff that u picked it up from diffrent designer boutiqes all over the world,or u are goin to HAYYAT (not mentioning that only for desserts),n all this things done so smartly that u tend to believe them eventhough u have seen that same "cute little bag" carried by that girlie in the next lane flea market.it is then u realise that u are far better in various aspects then them without bothering for the world to know abt it.
and yeah these people r human beings after all,they too get their share of insecurities,those bad hair n pimple days n they fart too if they eat too much.its the same old town culture be one of them or dont bother them its all about the craze of being noticed in ur adoloscence.its all about bling bling.

The journey called LIFE.

Its been long since i have written anything in my blog,but u see in my rather dull life nothing inspirational happens every day.so i decided to descend a step & write down about the simple things in life which do not make much of a difference but without them life would be different.

In todays"mecha" world we tend to ignore the small pleasures that come our ways ,be it the moonlit night we expirience with our loved ones,the sense of satisfaction that we get when we clear our paper when we knew we were goina flunk,the euphoria which we get after having a cup of icecream after a cranky day or the feeling which comes when a strong breeze brushes past our face while hanging from the local train & preparing for another boring day.these petty things are nothing when seen in a broader aspect but the pleasure that we obtain in that split second is undefinable.afterall"LIFE IS NOT MEASURED BY THE NUMBER OF BREATHS WE TAKE,IT IS MEASURED BY THE MOMENTS THAT TAKE OU BREATH AWAY".

Its seen that MANY people underestimate themselves &grumble that everything goes wrong only in their lives &only they are worst amongst the LOT.this doesnt change for me either ,even i sometimes question god that the world would still remain a better place without me so why did he even bother to make me?but in my ligter moments i thinkthat may be i have come to make some differencein this world in my own little ways.
NOBODY EVER REMMEMBERS HOW WELL YOU PLAYED SO ALWAYS PLAY TO WIN.there are some people who do not belong to the MANY.Here goes the story of young NADIRA(THE SO CALLED BABY ELEPHANT IN HIGH SCHOOL) & FIROZE(THE HIGH SCHOOL SMART ASS).NADIRA &FIROZE met each other for the first timein a private tuition when she was in her 8th grade & he in his 10th.there was some attraction between them in the begining ,but firoze named this friendship & nadira wondered what was it?you know u r in love when the thought of not having that person for the rest of your life kills you.soon nadira knew what it was.but her XL size dint favour her &firoze thought about her nothing more than a friend & joined in when people poked fun at her.soon tuitions got over & they went their separate ways,but nadira was in love & when she had given her heart she had given the whole of it.and due to her strong will power & determination she transformed into a swan & compelled firoze to notice her.and the good news is after all these years they are getting married this JULY 06. and with this short thought i woul like to wind up my post

' CELEBRATE YOURSELF CAUSE EACH DAY IS A SPECIAL DAY-
A DAY FOR THINKING BACK,
A DAY FOR LOOKING AHEAD....
AND SOMEWHERE BETWEEN OLD MEMORIES AND NEW HOPES LIES A SPECIAL MOMENT-
A MOMENT FOR BEING GLAD THAT YOU ARE YOU......
AFTER ALL YOU ARE THE REASON WHY EACH DAY IS A SPECIAL DAY.'

Love.Com

Sitting in a posh townside restaurant MEERA looked into her mirror that she always carried in her vanity bag,the kholed eyes ,the shiny skin &the hazelnut coloured hair just looked perfect but the imperfection beyond her derma was irritating her.she looked outside the window to cath a glimpse of the setting sun it was so beautiful,"if only my life could be so sereen"she wondered, after six years of laison & four years of marriage the only thing SHYAM could offer her was"NO TIME".In the begening everything was so lovey dovey & good (as usual).But after all these years the SHYAM-MEERA lovestory could be best described by a bottle of crystal clear champagne which opens with a big spurt & slowly subsides.They met in their college & one thing led to another & finally they were married.
Ambitious & workoholic as SHYAM was,he never had much time for anything except work.It was managable by Meera in the begining but those unkempt promises & failed dinners took its toll over her .Afterall no amount of girl friends & well wishers can fill in the space of a loving partner.But after all this depressing mode MEERA is finally goin to have her promised dinner with........AAKAASH.
She & AAKAASH became familiar by chatting on the net & after one year of chating they both realised that they were lonely & had finally found a FRIEND.MEERA was amazed at how AAKAASH could understand her so well(once upon a time as SHYAM did). She never included SHYAM in their convo &nor did he include the third person even if there was some one. Though the chat world is totally superficial she some how belived him.And after one year ,they were finally meeting today in this plush restaurant.
Shifting her gaze from the setting sun she looked at her watch There was still 20 minutes for the dinner to begin,But she did feel guilty about this deep down her heart ."what will shyam think if he ever finds out?"she wondered .But she quitened her conscience by blaming SHYAM for all this.She started thinking about AAKAASH,soon he would come in his blue pinstripped shirt as mentioned and soon she would meet her savior of those lonely times.
she did see some guy with a blue shirt enter the restaurant .And he did come at the promised time & finally when he reached the table MEERA was shocked to see that her pin stripped hero was..........................SHYAM.

PEOPLE & PROBLEMS

BEFORE I START WRITING THIS BLOG I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MY MOM & MY FRIENDS FROM WHOM I COULD DRAW THE INSPIRATION TO WRITE. AND ALSO MY SISTER WHO CONTINIOUSLY COAXED ME TO WRITE SOMETHING.THANKS MAN U PEOPLE SIMPLY ROCK.


People around us influence our lives in good or bad ways .and life in general has its own ups & downs.though it is said that life is a mixture of happiness & sorrows but what happens when the level of sorrows exceeds the level of happinness?PROBLEMS they arise(and people like me get to write blogs)well jokes apart.

THINGS HARD TO UNERSTAND OR DEALWITH is the simple definition for PROBLEM according to the OXFORD.

But u see life is not as simple as that.I have seen people face problems to its hilt and that is why i would like to write about them,after all sorrow gets divided only when you share.

The first prson i would like to mention is my MOTHER{Dr ANJU BHUI}.
When u see the"Dr" tag u must be wondering what must be bothering this woman so much but only when u see her life closely will u realise what is she going through.
Coming from a rich and influential buissiness family in Orissa ANJU would have never imagined that after having a good and secure childhood destiny would mock at her at age 35 i e when she lost her husband Mr.Arunkumar Bhui(DAD I REALLY MISS U), AND bringing up two girl kids aged 9&5 then and that to in a place like bombay wasnt an easy job. when paternal relatives turn their backs at u hard becomes harder.
Let anyone say anything its always seen when u laugh the world laughs with u & when u weep u weep alone.
But this lady had her priorities clear & nothing was more imporant to her than bringing her two kids in a good manner.thanks to her education(its not for nothing that they say educate the female species, hey grandpa i am thankful to u too) that she was sucessful in her goal.there were obstruction in the begining ,you know the indian society it never allows a single woman to progress without anyones help be it even the 21st century.but atleast this time destiny was with her & so was GOD and she succeeded in her goal.and today her daughters are20&16 (and not that bad humanbeings).
hey mom though i cannot express it i really salute you for what ever you did for us.Really woman it requires a lot of courage to go through all this singly because afterall courage isnt having the strength to go on it is going on when you dont have the strength.A well written life is almost as rare as a well spent one.

So here is the second contender of my blog BHOOMI {MEANING:THE BEAUTIFUL EARTH}if only her life could be that beautiful.you really start hateing life when ur childhood starts with a bad note.and at 16 everyday going through problems&new problems is worse than worst.having a drunkard and good for nothing father at home who phisically abuses his wife & daughter after getting drunk is like a nightmare during the day.And at the same time trying to cope with study & townside peer pressure is really a tough job.but BHOOMI u r really doing an awesome job.keep it up dude..coz our greatest glory is not in never falling ,but in rising every time we fall.&i am 100%sure GOD has very good plans for you in the future.& always rember 1 thing

'when darkness is seen every whereand it is dificult to see a ray of light dont give up hope but keep on trying and everything will be soon allright'

well these are very less problems mentioned as compared to people in the world after all problem be it intense or small is a problem after all.& its gravity can never be explained through writing.but we never stop living or loving LIFE with the hope that these problems will end & happiness will finally come to us.