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This post may be an outcome of my biorhythm but I don't really care about it at the moment.I feel like writing and shall proceed with it.

Second day of the new year(which does not seem to be a new at all) was spent in pure pondering.Pondering over the need of sharing our experiences,our thoughts and our emotions with others.Since last few days I had been doing a lot of sharing of all these things and was wondering if I got too sentimental at all such occasions.At times something holds you back from going ahead and speaking your heart out,and it may lead you to the point where you start questioning your own feelings.

I noticed it was not just me who felt like talking to someone.Old people have an urge, greater than mine, to share their life experiences and feelings.They just need someone to listen to them and they can go on for hours telling you the stories of happy and sad times of their lives.Today I got a chance to sit down with my grandfather,aged ninety five,and listen to his experiences.I could make out how happy he felt sharing all that.I would try to say a word or two but he was almost lost in his world,enjoying the bliss of traveling through memory space.I kept craving whole day to have an ear for myself.I am well aware of the fact that time flies and know the importance of a moment, but when I sat down to lend an ear I realized that when the sun of life is setting, the value of time increases many folds.At dusk of life, one gets emotional and the desire to be heard is more than at any other point in life.While he tried hard to hold them back,I could see the tears in my grandfather's eyes.I just gave him a smile. :-)

It was not just grandfather but my grandmother too got sentimental today.My family and my grandparents don't live together.They live with my uncle (father's brother) in the neighboring house.Even though we are neighbors yet I seldom visit them.We really did not have a happy time together in past few years so I don't really feel like going to my uncle's place.Today when I went to their house,I saw my grandmother sitting on the folding bed along with my mother .I wished her and stood near the bed.What I heard in reply was quite unusual reply for me.She asked me to hug her.Now let me tell you,though we had not talked for a long long looooong time,still I had a soft corner for my grandmother and I always wanted to hug her.I haven't seen my grandparents from mom's side yet I miss them at times.So when grandma asked me to hug her I made the most of the moment and fulfilled my wish :-) Not only that,I even got to touch her feet while I tried to show I was just checking the temperature of her feet. :-) She wouldn't have let me do that otherwise.

The day turned out to be full of emotions and blessings :-)

Human Attempt

WARNING: Don't read if you hate technical terms. :-)
Just a moment ago I was awe struck thinking about the process of converting the vibrant colors of the nature into the form of computer compatible language called Binary,to store all that touches our heart.
Think about it.The nature shows you its beauty and elegance in the form of living colors.The colors,to scientific brains,are nothing but a light wave of certain frequency and wavelength.This wave is made to fall on the the camera sensors which have more than fifty lac of those photo sensitive semiconductor components,which convert this frequency to the electric form by producing a certain voltage.The voltage level is further converted to the binary form (zeros and ones) to be stored on the more than three million sectors,which have logical gates,capable of storing the charge due to produced voltage,on your memory cards,flash drives and hard drives.Then you go about carrying the electronic version of the mother nature... :-)
The nature stores its beauty in the sounds,smells and colors.Humans store everything in binary language.
From macro sized scenes to micro sized chips.
From Divine to Drives (computer drives) :-)

TIME

Twelve groups of thirty days,on an average,printed on a piece of paper is what we call a year.Each day has twenty four hours or one thousand four hundred and forty days or eighty six thousand and four hundred seconds (I hope my calculation is correct :-) ) It feels very strange to me to observe how we have defined time in the form of seconds,minutes,hours,days,months,years,decade,score,century and so on.

Ah! I am not here to give any lecture on units of time.All I want to do is express the value of time that we fail to realise in this system of units.Let me give you an exercise to feel how time flies and how you won't get a moment back again.I hope you all are capable of snapping your fingers and creating that clicking sound.So all you got to do is snap your fingers once and think of the moment in which you snapped them.Feel,if you can,the moment flying back in time as the seconds hand,in the clock,continues its forward journey...

The trick worked like magic for me when I tried it for the first time.Today when 2011 ended and 2012 began,I felt like I had traveled from one mountain to another,and when I tried to look back there was a valley of feelings and experiences which I had not shared with anyone.Feelings that could have made a difference in someone's life,if not in mine.

We all have a habbit of taking things for granted and the worst victim of it is time.Why don't you share your feelings with your loved one,be it your mom,dad,sibling,friend or better half, right now? Probably because you think you have a tomorrow to say all that or you feel that you should wait for the right time.Can you really define the right time? I can bet that some of you will never be able to figure out what you mean by right moment.For me there is no such thing.You feel it,you say it.That is it! I need not say that there are chances that may be one of you(you or the apple of your eye) never sees a tomorrow.Then why not give the other person the joy of being loved today,why not hug him/her today and say you miss them or why not tell them that they hurt you... Happiness comes in small packets and these small packets are words and emotions wrapped up in the covers of love and care.

Let not another year fly away while you choose to wait.Share your feelings with the ones whom you love.

Keep sharing,keep smiling! :-)

LIST

The year is about to end and I thought of making one last entry for this year.Lets make some resolutions. Oh! did I say resolutions? Nope! Lets make WISHES :-D Hum hain naye andaz kyun ho purana? (we belong to a new generation so why follow the old style?) Remember the song from the movie 'Dil Chahta Hai'? :-) Moreover,I am yet to see a person who can stick to his/her new year resolutions.That is why I choose to make a 'wish list' rather than a 'resolution list'. :-)

Here I go

Visit Haji Ali Dargah, Mumbai (biggest of all)

A trip to Leh Ladakh

Learn hip hop dancing

Get a platinum chain

Play a song on my guitar

Practice motor bike riding

Have a puppy

To be able to save more money to buy books

To be more stable emotionally and  enlightened spiritually

To attend one of Sungha Jung's concert 

Go for river rafting once again :-)

To brighten up someone's life...

I don't know how many of these will get fulfilled but one thing is sure,I won't find myself running away from these as the year progress,which is quite common with the resolutions. :-)

Keep dreaming and keep wishing.

Happy New Year!

REWINDING and FAST FORWARD

The other day I sat down to think about my school life and to my surprise I could remember more than a thousand moments from that glorious time period.Though I won't be able to jot down all of them but I 'll make an attempt to share with you few of them.:-)

The earliest of my school memories is that of my first school,Budding Flower.I am riding the tricycle in the school garden and racing with the other kids.I remember the morning assembly where we sang the national anthem and the song 'Hum Honge Kamiyab,Hum Honge Kamiyab,Hum Honge Kamiyab Ek Din' and when the assembly got over we rushed to the class to claim the seats which we reserved for ourselves.The school had a pond with ducks.It was a small school so I was moved to a convent school after a year.

My new school,named Sacred Heart High School at that time,was huge.I can recall the time where I am being interviewed by a Sister who is asking,"Where does your mother cook food?" and "Where will you seat the guests at your home?"... Lets fast forward a bit :-) So here I am in U.K.G where I learned the first lesson of my life,taking someone's belonging without their permission is called stealing and stealing is not good.I took out the fancy sharpener that Ankita boasted about,whole day.I told my parents about it on returning home.My father made me sit on his thigh and made me understand meaning of what I did and next day I returned the sharpener to my classmate.From that day I never took anybody's things without their consent.It was the impact of the same lesson that in fifth class,after the school got over,I found a five hundred rupee note and I gave it to Sister Sisly,the receptionist at that time.My mom gave me a tight hug when I narrated the whole incident to her.

From fifth I will rewind and go back to second grade.The single moment that I cherish of this class is the time when I got my first unexpected reward,a brand new pencil, for knowing the another meaning of the word 'Bat'.

Third grade was an eventful class.I remember my hiding behind mom on parent teacher meet even when the teacher kept on calling me, the math problems written on the board and my struggle to solve them,my weird desire to use three different types of  handwriting,one for each term,learned the meaning of niece and nephew and for the first and the last time I scored highest in Hindi 69 out of 70 giving me an all time high.Fourth grade didn't have much except two things.First,my being punished,for not completing my homework,and sent to the main ground to stand so that whole school could see.Secondly, my falling in love with the basketball.

Fifth class: heating the sugar experiment and then being asked by the teacher to taste the hard black mass...  ,my answering the question about the weather of desert and no one else knew the answer :-),long answers that were to be noted down from black board and the whip of the stick on the hands of  every student of the class because we made noise in the absence of the teacher and our class happened to be just above Principal's office :-D, Avadhi's habbit of leaving the tiffin inside the desks until fungus grew on food...

Sixth:Sixth Sister Gracy teaching Tom Sawyer and nightmares of scoring low in the English test,the last seat with window behind from where I can look at the cow tied in the small field who kept eating grass and going round and round whole day and also the main road visible that was busy throughout the day with traffic.I would keep gazing out of that window and at times felt my lessons were outside the class and not in subjects being taught inside... the Jaipur trip where my camera broke down and I lost many lovely memories of Sister Sisly who choose to learn break dance... my selection in the St. Thomas house's basketball team and my best pass ever where I was about to fall on the ground with my back facing it and the opponent team's player,four years elder to me,almost falling over me and I manage to pass the ball just before I hit the ground... those basket ball matches in recess with me as captain of one team and Reishma of the other and I always winning,my coming across Puneet Di and she gave me the name Multani and Pnky to Reishma,for she wore a pink trouser on the trial day and how can I forget Arpan and Radhika,the dreaded tom boys of the school but the best basketball players at that time. Loved Arpan's Blind pass.

Seventh: the classroom had four doors and my gaze was most of the time fixed on the assembly ground outside.I loved looking outside the class... sir O.P khanna's pledge to make us learn the tables by heart... sneaking away in the needle work period of Mam Agnes with Geetan Di and having Chat with her on the stairs...

Eigth was crazy class of fake faces,became friends with Priyanka who gave one or two advices that I carry with me till today and remember her whenever I follow them... mugging up the antonyms and synonyms in hindi grammar for test in recess and the Hindi stories ' Usne kaha tha' and 'Chhota Jadugar'. Chhota Jadugar(magician) was the story that moved me to tears when I first read that in class and I never dared to read that story again because in it the chhota jadugar performed magic tricks on the road side to collect money for his ill mother. The mother died before the kid could reach home.I asked my mom to read it and do the question answers for me.

Ninth has funny moments clinging to it and is also the class where,for the first time,I thought of reason behind the existence of the universe and mankind.Once our English teacher was making us revise 'The Diverting History of John Gilpin' or 'A Ballad of Sir Pertap',I really don't remember now which of these two it was,and suddenly the topic of friendship and sharing started.I never had the joy of  having a friend for life till that time and I had a new friend for every class.I believed 'variety is the spice of life' :-D LOL. So the teacher asked,"do you all have friends to talk your heart out?".Everyone nodded their head and said yes.I did not have one so mine should be a 'No' I thought.I was on the last seat and shook my head to convey a 'No',wishing that the teacher did not notice me.To my surprise,the next  moment when I looked up,I saw Mam Kanwaljit teacher staring at me though no one else came to know what happened.My heart was racing.I did not want to stand up and explain my answer.She started speaking and looking away she said,"it is good that you have one and if someone does not have it,she can come and share it with me anytime".While she said to came to her and share she looked back at me and I had a faint smile on my face.I was relieved for not being asked to stand up and elaborate my 'No' and filled with joy to hear the last part of the sentence because I felt it was said for me...

Tenth was a BLASTING year.I became the captain of school basketball team and we won both the tournaments we played that year.I remember hugging my principal,Sister Regis,after we defeated the district level champions...:-D YaY!!!

Apart from all the above,there are numerous small things coming to my mind like reading the news and thought of the day in the assembly,stalls at fete,annual sports day,rush at the canteen,use of long books as a partition to avoid any sort of cheating during test,the love for small,colored,sugar coated,chocolates called 'Gems',writing of  'A.M.D.G' on top of the page...

Phew!!! Enough blabbering for tonight.Remaining of the memories will have to wait.

How S.T.U.P.I.D I was!!!

I do feel the need to change the title from 'I was' to 'I am' but I'll let it be what it is because it was the first thing that came to my mind.Taking the spotlight from the full title to just S.T.U.P.I.D,I want to mention that the title is an equivocal one from my side (only if you know the full form of  STUPID). LOL :-)

The Lenovo advertisement says that the 'doers' have a creed of there own but I found out today,while reading a blog,that the 'dreamers' too have a creed of there own and I fall in the dreamer category.No No! I don't wish to start discrimination on the basis of  the above mentioned categories, as there are already many basis to do the discrimination.Let me leave that aside as I don't intend to ponder about any serious stuff at the moment.So,where was I? Yup! my being a dreamer.The blog pushed me through a tunnel of time where I saw myself deciding to big things but never succeeding.One of my dreams which made me eligible for the title of  STUPID was  of  owing an airport :-D Yeah! you heard that right. Owing an airport.I not only dreamed about it but tried to live the dream too.I would get to the terrace of my house,which is the third floor of the building and high enough to give me a view of the city.Then I would try to imitate a rich businessman by standing in a way in which rich businessmen stand,which I had learned from the book of body language that I have,and I would imagine those huge Boeing planes taking off and landing in front of my eyes :-) It was nice that way but only until the day when my enlightened friend put some light on the fact that airports are owned only by government.

From that day onwards I went to the terrace with my Boeing Planes parked permanently in the hanger. :-D

I am a little less stupid now because I have developed the ability so say "I don't know" when I have no clue about something and go ahead to ask for help.

DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY :-)

This is another incident that took place in the train.I had a couple sitting on the opposite seat and it had been five to six hours since we were in the together in the train.I have always been very simple.No ear rings, no nose rings, no rings,no make up, nothing at all.I do wear a silver chain with an eagle pendent in it but that day I did not wear even that.I was wearing my blue jeans with blue t-shirt.Over the t-shirt was a brown jacket and a black woolen cap on my head.I feel the cap makes me look a little cute.:-)I had a canvas side bag on my lap.

So the lady on the opposite side spoke up first, about her visit to Amritsar.It was her dream to visit the Golden Temple(Harmandir Sahib) for which she was coming to Amritsar.She shared few more things before she asked me in which school do I study.I was busy with my phone but on hearing school I couldn't help smiling.I looked up and said I go to college.Next question that came my way was about my degree, B.Com or B.B.A, to which I replied B.Tech :-) at this she was surprised (don't know why).The last one was,which year? I kept smiling and said with little pride,"third year". The lady gasped and said,"haw! you don't look like a college going,third year student.You look like a cute school going kid". Now I stopped smiling and burst into laughter.I really did not know what to say.After that whole way I kept smiling because my day was made.I never liked following the tradition of getting your hair straightened,wearing lenses and having fancy purses, that girls of my college follow.Though I did make a blunder of getting my hair colored red but that was all. :-) I have a cute look and I love it.