thodi khushi...thoda ghum...

who will agree with me that there are some benefits of being stuck in the office due to rain?? like when i was stuck in the train..i thought about my loved ones....where must they be...i knew my mum dad were safe respectively at home n office...but where were my friends???
i realized that indeed these kind of situations are the best time to judge people. what they do, how do they react..there were some who called me up...worried about my wherebouts..frantically telling me not to do any adventures thing...i was at a home where the friend's colleague's mom took me in without knowing!! and then there were my own relatives whom i called for help and got a very very dry reply. so disheartning but yet i was not shocked! guess i was not expecting anything more from them but still.............here i was where called friend with the full confidence that he will surely come to pick me ...and on the other hand i could not tell my own relatives the same thing.....
then i have some people who are trying to keep me a company in every possible way...some loyal feelings telling "yes, we care for you!!!" and these are the people whom i really love!! i have just realized one more thing...i was also worried for very very few people....soo why am i expcting those to care for me for whom i am also not bothered??? just because we have a blood relation??? or just because they are my family??? surly these things are maddening but still....every coin has two sides...and i am the one side of it...

Celebration means......

Four friends.

Bahar barsaat.

Four glasses of beer.

Celebration means......

Hundred bucks of petrol.

A rusty old bike.

And an open road.

Celebration means......

Maggi noodles.

A hostel room.

4.25 a.m.

Celebration means......

3 old friends.

3 separate cities.

3 coffee mugs.

1 internet messenger.

Celebration means......

Rain on a hot tin roof.

Pakoras deep-frying.

Neighbours dropping in.

A party.

Celebration means......

You and mom.

A summer night.

A bottle of coconut oil.

A head massage.

You can spend Hundreds on birthdays,

Thousands on festivals,

Lakhs on weddings,

but to celebrate all you have to do is spend your maximum Possible Time with your loved ones.

Cause times ones passed will never come.. Utilise it….
Keep in touch with those who care for you........

It seems the world is blogging...



just a look around...and you feel that the whole world is blogging!

really from amir khan to some fellow visoba khechar ...

isn't it really cool...just open up your blog and pour down your heart!

from your serious thoughts to bitching everything can happen here!

sso you just want to say hi! drop a word on blog..

you hate something or someone write a blog..

or like me...just want express something without speaking out...correct! write a blog!

that poor fellow amir khan writes about everything...from ''Hi! i am in bangalore, stuck in traffic" to roger federar...but all comments to his posts say " I am such a big fan of yours!!! i liked you in blablabala...i saw your that film these many times!!" no matter what amir writes replies are the same!!!

nowadays marathi journos are petrified by some blogger who calls him self visoba khechar. this guy writes about all known unknown things happening in marathi journalism field. he kicks, jokes, gossips, pinpoints the flaws..but all what the readers are behind is serching who is this guy??? now the comments are less critic and more bitching...sure this person started to write the blog as a harmless fun now the things have gone all wrong...instead he has given a shoulder for people to keep a gun and aim...

on the other hand there is the intent blog by shekhar kapur. he writes as well as makes others write. many celebs write in this blog. from deepak chopra to suchitra pillai, rahul bose to shahrukh khan!

musician kaushal inamdar blogs...and that too sso intellectual and so well versed...i guess he is the only marathi celeb how blogs...but his blog is famous between the music lovers...actally his blog about a.r. rehman and marathi saint kanhopatra's abhang was the key element when we first spoke on the phone...i think this blog really broke the ice..!!

you know what? even anna kurnikova blogs! so does the olsen twins and pamela anderson!


my friends sharmila, sharvari, amit blog and so does me!!



so right now it seems.........the world is blogging!

Wish i was a bird...........

many times i think... why i am not a bird....

it would have been ssssssssssssssoooooo nice...

i could have gone anytime anywhere...

wish i was a bird like Jonathan Livingston Seagull..

I'll be there for you.............

sometimes i wonder.....what connects me to my friends...

because they all are so different...

i've met some when i knew nothing....i was kid at the doorstep of school or my home....that time we became FRIENDS just to play with each other....or to copy our homeworks....or just to eat out of eachothers lunchboxes...cauz everyone always had their favourite food in someone else's tiffin...

then came few more of them...just because we were in same class or we were some friend's friend we came together and throughout the college life became a group..after passing out and only a few months later i did not know a thing about most of them!

but its not the same with all of them...

whom i really call my friends....

with whom i connect, i hang out, whom i listen to very carefully and

actually follow their advice too!

and when i think what was the connection point...its so different with each one of them!

there are some like alok, avadhoot, madhuri, namrata and arti ...i dont remember when we met....because we were always together! not a single school memory of mine is without them!

then there are rekha and sheetal..i was very close to them in college...now i am close but not as that time....but again there is chetan...whom now i am at best friends terms...how strange are these things!!!

neeraj, shruti...rahul...so many of them...

then...there was no school, no college...still...there were friends....some were just friends because they were colleagues....some were seniors.....but yet some were friends...just friends....

i have many friends ...though they are a lot elder than me...maybe their kids few years young to me....but still we are friends...we have a good time...depend upon eachother...do things for eachother...we fight, we argue...there are days when we dont even talk to each other..but still we are friends....this is totally a very very different thing...because at the same time of being a friend they are somewhere concered for me as a parent....

ssoo i am amused about this FRIENDS things....can't put all my thoughts together...taking clues from my favourite serials title track....

I"LL BE THERE FOR YOU...

CAUSE YOU"RE THERE FOR ME TOO.............

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

So no one told you life was going to be this way.

Your job's a joke, you're broke, you're love life's DOA.

It's like you're always stuck in second gear,

Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

But, I'll be there for you,

when the rain starts to pour.

I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.

I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

You're still in bed at ten, the work began at eight.

You've burned your breakfast, so far, things are going great.

Your mother warned you there'd be days like these,

But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees.

That, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.

I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.

I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

No one could ever know me,

no one could ever see me.

Seems like you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me.

Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with,

Someone I'll always laugh with, even at my worst, I'm best with you.

It's like you're always stuck in second gear,

Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.

I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.

I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too......!!

Sandeep Khare Zindabad...!!

माझी आवडती कविता....

Thank you Amrita....



Thank you amrita....

really....

for being there...

for being such sensitive...

for being tender hearted...

for being a poet....

and.......................

for giving me my most prized possession.....my name!

it was you, after whom my parents named me...

I will meet you yet again

How and where? i know not

Perhaps I will become a figment of your

imagination

and maybe, spreading myself

in a mysterious line

on your canvas,

I will keep gazing at you.

Perhaps I will become a ray

of sunshine, to be

embraced by your colours canvas

I know not how and where

but i will meet you for sure

- amrita pritam

- tumhari amruta