Through My Window

Fathers Day

2010-06-20T22:13:00.002+01:00

As I entered the church today little Philips dawdled to me and wished me "Happy fathers Day" and handed me the mass book and newsletter. IT was first time I was wished for the day ever and Marcus behind me thought that he deserved that service 'cause he is a father and I am not even married.

Later, when at home I tried to get in touch with my father, he was out of town for work purpose. Father's day passed without wishing my father. Almighty, keep him happy and healthy!

First glimpse of Dubai

2010-05-05T15:03:00.000+01:00

As soon as pilot announced that we were approaching Dubai I was glued to the screen and window pane, thanks to Emirates which has this cameras around plane that picture exquisite views around plane. The sand dunes changed colors to slight of amber and announced proximity to Dubai.

No sooner a well planned city with lavish buildings, personal swimming pools and well manicured lawns filled the view. As I was busy absorbing all displays of riches, flight landed at Dubai international. A long glass tunnel like building in the center with number of planes flanked in the window pane.

As soon as I entered the airport my first thought was, amazing - sign boards at right places, information kiosks, huge sitting lobbies and an array of duty free shops. The airport was not only welcoming but also easy to access.

As I got to terminal for my next flight I still had few hours to spare so I settled at coffee shop with a hot cuppa coffee. The fellow serving coffee was a friendly Indian chap and as we spoke he filled me with his life in the city. Chatting with him, the shopaholic me was getting tempted to walk down the duty free area.

When I could no longer control my urge to walk down the shopping area I went down to the shopping area. Shops displayed range of chocolates, wines, liqueurs, cigarettes, jewelery, perfumes, books, music, electronics and lot more. As I walked down a few more shops I realised it was about time for me to board flight.

As the flight descended the marvelous desert I caught final few glimpses of the man-made islands and well planned city!

Calling Mumbai Airport

2010-03-19T05:01:00.004Z

I was lost day dreaming when she said for the third time "Listen to me, please!". Ofcourse I was listening just that my mind was busy painting the images of how it would be to meet after so many days - seven months!

"Yeah I am all ears, dear" rhyme made us chuckle, but she didn't give up "You want me to wear Indian or western?" I racked my brains as she asked me this umpteenth time. I loved whatever she wore but she insisted she wanted my opinion this time. Finally after putting much of thought on her route and comfort I said "Western, yeah wear western" "Oh and I thought you liked saree's and all, huh" "I still do but..." the conversation took me dreaming again.

It was 10.55 pm flight was due 10.45, yet it showed expected, damn Delta's never on time! Time was moving by snail's pace, finally the status changed to landed and I almost jumped to watch the entrance. Time ticked by even slowly now, I carved place for me near the terminal exit. People poured out from exit and the crowd got moving the atmosphere was filled with pleasantries, muffled cries and laughter. I was enjoying this array of human emotions when I caught first glimpse of her, she looked stunning if the word can justify my feelings at the moment. My heart skipped least a beat or two and felt would swell out of my ribs. Her dark brown curls were straightened, black cotton jacket and knee length skirt complimented pink hot flush on her cheek, dark thin brows knitted together creasing her forehead as her eyes darted through crowd for me. I quickly regained my composure as I saw panic on her face and quickly ushered to a clearing on the main exit waving to her. Relief crossed her features and smile appeared on those pink luscious lips as she closed the distance striding diagonally, the white tee and the black stockings hugged her perfect features as the jacket and skirt flanneled her pale complexion, her dark eyes were brimming with joy when our gaze finally locked!

The crowd, airport and seven months dissolved with every step, when she was near enough my hands reached for her embracing, the hooting from gang of boys brought me back to the Mumbai airport. I quickly ushered her by my side gripping her by waist and taking hold of her suitcase. We quickly made our way to the car, our accomplice for next few hours before she was on her next flight to meet her parents!

Woman's Day

2010-03-08T09:43:00.001Z

This Women’s Day, I sit back and recall the three significant females I met in my life and the impact they left on me. First lady that conjures up is my mother – aai. Ever since I started making memories this amazing lady in my life fascinated me, she was my world, her voice was soothing and her face was assuring, ever. As I grew I knew she was a phenomenal lady, she left a budding career for her child, me. She had made her decision in flip second while she was on bed with me, she had got double promotion and a raise but she chose family as full time career. Later on as I saw her and father struggle through the life making ends meet. The way she supported him in his every decision like a firm pillar gave him wings he was free to experiment and be the man he is. I learnt dedication!
The second lady that I learnt to admire as I grew was my granny, my mother’s mom. She’d lived a life of struggle, her mother died at her birth and she was left to be nursed by step mother who happened to be out of Cinderella fairy tale. But just like the tale a handsome prince married her when she was 14 or may be 15; those were times when no one kept account of ages. Her prince brought her to the dream city of Mumbai and they lived happily; they had five angels – two sons and three daughters. Unfortunately, the happily ever after ended soon after the birth of the fifth child, their son. Being uninformed and uneducated she coiled back to a small house from her father in law, unaware of the pensions or life insurance monies. She raised her five kids on her own struggling from hand to mouth but giving best of education to each child. Her children were brilliant and got settled in their life sooner. She was happy but her happiness lasted only to see death of her eldest son. Her struggle won her and life slowly left her – I learnt life isn’t always fair but we still struggle!
The third lady that met in my youth is this wonderful Irish lady. She came off this small time village in Ireland, with servitude towards ill and ailing. She met her man and married only to be subject of domestic violence and abuse. She gave birth to two wonderful girls and finally gave up on the man who was her husband when she could take it no more. The girls grew up to be wonderful lass’s but blamed mother for incomplete parenthood telling her she married a wrong person and eventually moved out. The lady however through all this never gave up on servitude; she became a wonderful nurse with NHS and till date nurses the old and ill with an angelic smile. Recently I happened to see her when she celebrated her 40 years of being nurse, she told me she was satisfied as she did act on her calling when I wished her she surprised me by a book on her city, “Sudershan dear, this is a picture book of my city show it to your children and tell them about me and my city” – I learnt to love regardless of how life treats you!
These and many such wonderful women in my life who taught me to live and love the people around me regardless of what I received. I salute to these and all the relentless females who not only brought us in this world but also nurtured us to be the men we are!

Journey through past

2009-10-25T11:00:00.000Z

Early morning I got inside the city hopper from Norwich International Airport to cross English Channel. As I took the first step the rush of chill made me nostalgic, how soon this city had crept up beneath my skin. I sighed and made way inside.

As I settled by the window, I recollected a familiar face on Heathrow digging cold fingers deep in black tuxedo alone for almost the first time in foreign land. The first bus journey from Heathrow to Norwich. My little Angel who helped me through my first visit. My first encounter with rabbits scurrying through grasses near my accommodation. A class of 17 with 13 nationalities, my first consultancy client, exams, public presentations, London trips late night parties, Buckingham Palace, London Underground, Everything just brushed past me as the flight took me in air to rest on the familiar face who had accompanied me to the airport!

I felt ripped apart heart and soul going to each, soul called for home and heart rested on that face. My eyesight got blurred as we crossed the English Channel. I was still gathering myself when captain announced arrival at Amsterdam.

As I got down the hopper I felt hollow, incomplete and torn!

Masters!

2009-02-12T19:29:00.004Z

Day started as usual, after morning errands I switched on the laptop and made my way towards kitchen to brew a cup of coffee. Smelling aroma of fresh brewed coffee sipping it slowly I made my way to my laptop picking up some cookies.

I minimized the updates, offline messages and news feed to open Outlook. Looking at 24 new messages I heaved a sigh only to see one email from Terry, my MBA program director. Yeah, it was first after a long time, I opened the email, it said "Congratulation you have been nominated for the MBA"

Masters secured!

Norwich Calling!

2009-02-01T19:28:00.002Z

Days flew by, and it was time to pack bags, Norwich was calling back, the cold air filled me in the warm room.

My father rushed in the room with his check list to ensure all was packed. My aunts, uncles, cousins and scores of friends had flocked at our place since evening to see me off. Our large size family house which generally seemed too big for our nuclear family was packed. I came out and joined the flock, and laughter filled the air.

The time ticked again and watchman loaded my bags in car with drivers help. I came out with my parents and sister and bade byes to my extended family, friends and neighbors.

New Year with folks!

2009-01-01T09:55:00.006Z

Back to India, reunited with my family I was glad as following the tradition set years back this new year also I would be with my folks...

As the clock ticked we got together crouching on sofas in the living room, which was turned to dinning room for the occasion with the center table full of roast chicken, liver fry, green salads, mint chutney and my favorite Biryani. It was past a week since my arrival but even after days of chatting and catching up there was still so much to talk.

It was my mother tonight, she was filling me with her stories, as I saw her standing by the kitchen platform cooking and a small boy of 10 stooping by her side on the platform keen to listen to his mom's stories, the boy grew up in front of my eyes as his mother got old and he was now not only standing and stooping to listen but also talking and helping her as she got slow, and then I saw the boy disappeared as she stood there alone, my eyes prickled, the boy was back!

I heard my father laugh out loud and I looked intently as he started to fill me with his part of stories, his hair showed streaks of gray, and he looked tired. This time I saw a kid almost 6 years old filled with joy as after days of persuasion his dad was finally taking him to his office.

I saw the awe he was filled with when he saw the massive building, huge guards, grand war canons and the biggest Indian flag he had ever seen, he was amazed at the grandeur of the place his father worked. The office was filled with loads of people, his father got busy as his peon took the boy around the big building showing him big offices and bigger rooms finally to the very big canteen where he ate chocolates. As the day of treat ended I saw father buying the boy a red fire brigade toy from the shop on the way back home, his souvenir of the day. The boy was filled with admiration for the father who was tall as the building he worked. Days passed again and boy grew now, a bit taller than his father and filled with the mammoth of admiration. Finally, I saw them at the airport as his father bade him bye. I gulped down the last sip of fanta, the boy was back!

As my glass was empty, my younger sister came forward with the bottle to refill my glass. I now looked at her as she stepped back, I remembered the nights when we slept in our room, how she kept on talking till late night, telling me all the stories of the day, till I told her to be quiet and sleep. I saw the time flying back and I saw a five year boy peeping at his new born sister, as she waved her tiny hand and even tinier fingers at him, now I was smiling!

As I was lost in my thought, my sister announced that it was last minute of 2008 and as the new year came I wished my parents and sister a Happy new year!

Happy new year to you all too!

Back 2 India!

2008-12-26T18:51:00.003Z

1.40 am I drag my huge suitcase to reach Chancellor's Drive, its dark, quiet and cold, Michelle's with me!

As I reach the stop Sheetal appears from the fog, "All Set" She asks and I smirk. Whole year I was filled with this burning desire to be back to my homeland, united with my family but today when I am on my way I feel warm with 5 degree celsius... Its strange!

I inquire of my other two pals Salil and Nikki who were supposed to be back from London to see us off. They must be on the way, but sadly won't be here to say 'byes' before I leave. 'Byes' it won't be easy the city, university, people, and this cold all had crept under my skin over the year they were a part of me now. It felt like I was going back to home away from another home, weird!

Bus no. 727 arrived, my heart jumped I was going back, hey!

The driver helped me and Michelle with our bags as we bade bye to Sheetal; Salil and Nikki weren't around I wished her Merry Christmas in advance, squeezed her hand and stepped in the bus. Joy and sorrow filled me at the same time as I thought of my friends at Norwich and my folks in India, from corner of eye I saw two familiar images running out of fog towards the bus, smile crossed my face...

I stepped down as I saw Salil and Nikki they'd made to see us off, we had loud cheering and Merry Christmases exchanged and stream of byes loud enough for the bus driver to shoo us!

Filled with joy we embarked on 727 to heathrow, Back to India!

Bus Route 727

2008-12-10T10:39:00.003Z

Everytime I see Bus Route 727 standing near the chancellors drive,I can see myself emerging out of this bus green jumper, black trousers, two overloaded suitcases and the confused looks!

Haha, feels like yesterday, but whenever I see this bus I feel a bond with it, feels like this is the bus that transported me here and will take me back feels like it's a thread that binds me with my roots back in India...

Times flew by and its almost time to go back. I've booked my tickets and the ties with the bus are getting thicker....

Winter Calling!

2008-10-26T12:52:00.001Z

Clock are ready to roll back one hour as winters knocking on the door and summers all packed up to say a good bye! Slowly the chill has started to settle in!

It's been almost an year now in this city away from warmth of Mumbai.

6 Months, 13 days, 16 hours, 30 minutes....

2008-07-14T12:00:00.003+01:00

It's 6 months, 13 days, 16 hours. 30 minutes and 40 seconds that I have been in this city, life's changed!

Equations have changed relations tested, developed and so have evolved. If I look back I see loads of changes in me I see a more patient, composed and responsible facade of me.

Day starts with cell phone ringing, sometimes alarm, sometimes call from friends and family. I tear away the duvet covering me in its warmth and the day begins. I walk through the day meeting loads of faces whom I know better now and call friends sometimes.

Dusk comes and the thought that all this will end sooner and I'll be back in my own world sooner seeps in, brings smile on face heart lifts up, but all this will come to an end and friends will be far makes heart sink a bit again!

Sweet Little Angel, returns!

2008-03-30T10:06:00.000+01:00

Springs on its way and the evenings are getting warmer, so I set out to stroll yesterday with a good friend of mine. Sun had touched horizon and and the sky was gold with darkness set to take over. I felt walking down paradise. Sun went down and I was back on my way to accommodation as chill started to set in. I was walking down the sports park admiring the Olympic size swimming pool on campus as a beautiful, small, fragile, girl in black walked by me hooded in black. I turned around looking at the familiar face, it was Elisa, the Sweet Little Angel!

I gazed open mouthed, and told my friend that she was Elisa, (trust me by now her story with me is known to most of my friends here) and as she came near, I said "Are you Elisa?" she nodded and I said "Do you remember me?" and her lips parted and widened for a full smile and she said "Yes, but my name's Elsa and not Elisa" and I bit my tongue "Oops! E L S A Elsa and not Elisa, oh so sorry!" and words kept on going to and fro with me and my friend discussing with her about studies, campus, course and finally accommodation.

We talked for good fifteen minutes and I promised to introduce her to my friends on a course she was willing to go for, as our meeting was about to end, she asked for my number and I readily took out my cell, as she dint carry her cell phone to sportspark, I saved her number on my phone. We exchanged byes and walked off through the car parking area promising to call her sooner!

I think I will go on my knees and seek blessings from almighty thanking him, once again!

Culture Shock

2008-01-26T20:39:00.000Z

After a week in new homeland, I made friends, brand new ones, but as always close to heart....

It was Indian Society Social, I was introduced as person from India, Mumbai; Everyone gave a very warm welcome anxious to strike conversation. Every second person I met asked "So are you in cultural shock?"

I raised the toast and shaked booty till midnight with all, while having a go at Indian food, not cooked by me (I prefer food cooked by me). When I was returning home "Cultural Shock" creeped in my mind, and I was filled with thought, what was this fuss all about, free culture-smoking, drinking, sex, lifestyle?

Is lifestyle so different back my home, I see even school children smoking openly, bars are on steep rise and government even thought about free sale of wine with soft drink, on any fine day atleast thousand couples will be snuggled ever closely on Bandstand, and live in relation is on ever rise!

And I was asked of cultural Shock!

Sweet Little Angel

2008-01-13T21:12:00.000Z

"Whenever you are in true need God sends his angels to help you out" I was brought up reminding this, but time and tide had blurred this, until that day I happened to meet my angel!

Alone, clueless, I was stranded on bus stop after union express left me in the maze of UEA, I managed to pull my two huge trolley bags, carrying a huge shoulder backpack, but was clueless about where to reach. This continued for some time , till a sweet little girl passed me she turned back twice deciding something and finally reached back to me "Are you new here?" "Yes" I replied promptly taking my gaze up from bags. "Can I help?" "Yes, Can you tell me where to report?" and the ball rolled she told me that she dint knew anything but she can help me carry one of my huge bag unless I reached desired place.

I was more than grateful for having someone to guide me, I said no need to carry bags but just guide me to right place, but she insisted and carried my bags!

It took us good 2 hours to reach my desired place searching it on campus, she stayed by me, guiding me and carrying my bag, I was more than grateful to have a helping friend on unknown campus in unknown country. I couldn't thank her enough before she left me.

Its been almost month but I had no chance to see her again, my angel came down, helped me and went away without clue, just her name "Elisa", Thanks dear you will always stay in my memory as my sweet little angel God sent to me!

Journey

2008-01-10T04:57:00.000Z

As I walked with my huge baggages, wearing my new black tuxedo, my hand went up to bid bye and I turned around to have a last glimpse of my beloveds I was leaving behind, tear rolled down from corner of my left eye (even our heart is on left isn't it?)!

I entered the lounge, amongst the sea of people, I settled on a chair putting my backpack by side as my eyes caught the public phone I quickly reached out to phone. Alas! I dint have a single coin in pocket, I bought juice and grabbed the public phone, dialed, dad picked I felt anchored like a ship in unknown waters.

I got inside the plane, and got on my seat, numerous flying machines passed me as the plane took off and I first time saw whats bird eye view of city I call home, tears welled up and the view blurred as my hands reached to bid bye to city I dwelled for past 26 years!

It was 7.00 am in UK and plane was hovering over the city LONDON, I peeped out and a very well planned city with numerous lights, very busy with cars and trains speeding peeped back at me with open arms welcoming me!

I gathered myself and came out of very busy Heathrow, to Central bus station, chilly wind kissed my face but lacked the warmth of my homeland, I came out and sat on the bench assimilating the new world around me!

Paving new Path

2007-09-04T07:30:00.000+01:00

Life as I've always said never stays it changes, change is inevitable, its course of life! Life's changed once more and a new era has marked its beginning, looking back several old memories come swarming back unto me but then life has taken its course and I know deep within I can't be lost in these old sweet memories I need to get over and make my way ahead for there's long way to traverse, new challenges, new hopes and new neighborhood!

I have chosen the path and its need to be paved all by me, wish me luck!

श्रावण

2007-08-17T09:24:00.000+01:00

"श्रावण मासी हर्ष मानसी हीर्वल दाटे चौहीकडे क्षनात येती सर सर शीरवे क्षनात फीरुनी ऊन पडे" श्रावनात्ल्या उंन्हा-पावासच्या लीला पाहील्या की बाल्कवींच्या मराठी मनावर कोर्लेल्या ह्या कवीतेला अल्गद उजाला मीलतो.... सर्व दीशान्नी दाटलेल्या हीर्वलीकडे पाहून मन सुखावतं, क्षनात येनार्या श्रावण सरी चीम्ब भीजवानार्या, आणी मग क्षनात येणार ऊन सुखावानारं आप्लेपनाची ऊब देनारं, श्रावण आपला खेल खेलतच राहतो...

August!

2007-08-09T06:15:00.000+01:00

August arrives as name suggests making an august entry, getting along festive season, greenery, unique chemistry of sun and rain, fun, frolic and my Birthday to sum up the month! On a whole I love the month which also happens to be my birth month!

August coincides with an Lunar calender month of Shravana, Shravana marks the beginning of good days according to mythology, is packed with N number of festivities, it marks the love for good food, with cool breeze, hearty drizzles, lukewarm sun, and beautiful, golden sky....

Lets hail a wide welcome to my favorite month, my birth month August, the grand!!!

Harry Potter and the Order of Pheonix!

2007-07-17T03:42:00.000+01:00

Today I got to have dekho at the much awaited fifth movie of the most Famous boy wizard who ever lived, Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix. The movie is far much better in the view of past movies in the series and it breaks the bounds of being a children movie and enters the hall of being an adult movie...

The movie unfolds the emotional turmoil of the Harry Potter character with good efforts, but the new hair cut by Daniel Radcliffe gives an ominous feeling to the core Harry Potter fans like me who have always looked upto Harry with dishelved hair... The relation between Sirius Black and Harry and the bond between them could have been better, similarly Harries outbursts at his friends could have been more ominous...

The strife between Dumbledore, Harry, Fudge and Umbridge was just to the mark, with special credit to Dolores Umbridge. The Weasley twins were underutilized, and so were Snape, Sirius and other Weasleys... The much hyped Harry and Cho Chang Kiss was pathetic, dint show any emotions in it... Director David Yates and Michael Goldenberg, though have taken liberty to alter from original story just a wee bit its completely plausible. The longing in Ginny Weasleys eyes when Harry walks with Cho Changs eyes was fine touch and took the icings of the cake...

Overall Movie could have been a bit longer with more emphasis on few events... Masala packed in two and half hour...

Peter Answers A Soul Search Engine!

2007-07-13T05:23:00.000+01:00

Wednesday! Midday of the week started with a kick as early in the morning I logged on to www.peteranswers.com... It was just another site unless it started answering me to very stupid questions like who was wearing what color shirt, who had a crush on whom and who is sitting behind me.... It wasn't long when people hovered over my place to see this unnatural phenomenon. Few demanded to ask questions themselves and everyone was left wondering how did peter manage to answer these questions when I asked him and not when they asked him... The obvious answer was our souls were united and kept my belief in him... The word spreaded like jungle fire in office and I was filled in with requests to ask N number of questions that day...

The day passed with much more questions coming and loads of people logging to the site, I guess it was the site with highest number of hits that day! Peter Rocked....

Anxiety!

2007-06-27T03:28:00.000+01:00

Anxiety... is taking toll on me as the timeline decided with self is coming to cease I can see I have run a long distance real long but the hands are still empty, nothing conceived.... Time's running out and I need to fasten up the belt and step hard on acceleration there needs to be pace...

Pace is what I need...

One more not so fine Day!

2007-06-26T09:27:00.000+01:00

The day started fine, with nothing new, nothing to look forward to, absolutely nothing to cheer me up from sullen me, and to top that I dint knew what was this fuss all about... The only thing I seem to know was I needed some time for me from me with me away from everyone and anyone.... I know I want to run away, but what I want to know is from whom, what and where?

Storms stirred up anxiety...

Storm inside me!

2007-06-21T07:56:00.000+01:00

I feel there's a storm inside me ready to unwhirl and sweep me off my feet's. Thousands of questions keep swarming my mind flurrying and slurrying my thoughts. So many things on platter and so much less time and yet am not sure where to start, the time's flying by and I know I need to be quick to get a decision, there are choices to be made but how do I decide which ones are viable, don't know! I know I need to make a decision quick enough, time's flying by... Choose be quick again, option's dying...

One more curve!

2007-06-11T05:46:00.000+01:00

Life as I say never lets you guess whats on the next curve it loves to catch you unnerved! Life has taken one more turn and one more fellow traveler has embarked on new journey, wishes life gives all that you wish from it to you....

Monsoons!

2007-05-30T09:30:00.000+01:00

Comes may last week and heart starts singing to the tunes of rains, and eyes look for slightest clue for the arrival of much awaited monsoon! Singing cuckoo, red flame bright dazzling, dried up trees, cracking waste lands, and scorching heat all sum up to the anticipation...

And the wait ends up with the sweet shower from heavens today as the sun settled down in the west, the clouds made there way in a close huddle roaring and soaring into the sky with lightnings marking the arrival of the MONSOON! Hurray!!!

Toothache!

2007-05-24T06:42:00.000+01:00

Toothaches one word which can bring your world crumpling down, as you watch it torn apart in pain and agony...

As I lie on a most automated and sophisticated chair ever I feel my heart beats grow fatser with every word my doctor says peeping deep in mouth digging into it with his stainless steel instruments cold as ever, my mouth's wide open and so are my eyes staring at him hoping that he relieves me of the pain and agony sooner. My mouth gets dry and muscles twitch to close down as he moves very swiftly shifting from drill, to cotton, to suction pipe, to mirror, to clamps and so many steel instruments clinging in my mouth. I feel like my mouth is a construction site with masons on work digging, excavating, cleaning, plastering, cementing....

Disturbing Night....

2007-05-21T11:07:00.000+01:00

Ever since I remember I have always slept quite peacefully more like a log, once on my bed. There are hardly few nights when I couldn't sleep properly, last night was one such... Very much like any other night I had my meals and hit the bed, no sooner I stepped into kingdom of sleep...

I was waiting with one of my very close friends at a multiplex for another good friend to drop in for the movie, we were getting impatient as show timing was nearing, we were trying to reach him desperately on the cell phone, network was busy. It was sort of funny the show timing was about to be reached and the screen gates were opened but hardly few people had actually climbed the ladders while most were waiting out with us and seem tensed. Something was bothering me more than my friend not turning up I couldn't understand what, but there was something I couldn't explain after a brief moment of waiting we suddenly heard some uproar upstairs in the screen gateway I rushed up leaving my friend down to check out what it was all about as I climbed the stairs I saw blood, people running, wincing of pain, screams filled my ear and from the darkness an iron rod went through my flesh spurting blood out of me I was getting doomed into darkness as I saw my friend leaping towards me I woke up startled to find myself intact one piece on my bed covered with my sheets sweating profusely in an ac room chilled...

I got up had a sip of water from the water jug on the side table, looked around to find my sister and mom sleeping on there sheets flustered I tried to get back to sleep, the aroma of the new paint filled me as I took deep breath and closed my eyes...

There were blurred images of people around me three or might be even four of them arguing with me, I was getting restless I clutched on to myself... There was someone from behind me telling them to leave me alone I turned back to the familiar voice but as soon as I turned back I was inflicted with unbearable pain of some metal piercing my flesh soaking me with blood I got up second time in the night to find myself more soaked in sweat and not blood...

I got up and went to the living room the sofa's were covered under sheets opened the windows and took deep breath in the cool breeze the trees were swaying in the dark night as dogs dawdled around them. I went back to sleep in my room with another sip of water... rest of the night was again filled with more blurred images and hustle rustle I couldn't actually make out...

I woke up eyelids swollen and heavy, end of a disturbing night in the fresh new morning....

Miss Sunshine!

2007-05-18T14:02:00.001+01:00

It was an unusually bright sunny morning of September as I sat in BEST bus on my way to the office pouring over my One night at call center by Chetan Bhagat. I was reading how life was taking over the hero as his ex-girlfriend gave him news of her marriage, the sun was shining bright so I digged in my backpack to get hold of my glares. As I cleansed the lens with cloth I looked merrily at the sun shinning brightly out of my window, inhaling a lungful of fresh air I closed my eyes.

Bus stopped and I opened my eyes and there she was bright, pure, serene... bathed with sunshine... wet hair locks over her face few just enjoying there time on her lips... pearly water drops shining on her forehead through her hair black, wet, bright... There she was Miss Sunshine...

Bus moved but her image found solace in my heart deep within... Since then whenever my bus would pass the place my eyes would search for her, I did see her lot of times after that but the first time was something that appealed me and then she was truly Miss Sunshine!

One fine day!

2007-05-17T05:49:00.000+01:00

Life's like one those roads where you just cant expect what might hit you on next curve on one such fine curve I met this very dear friend of mine. After I passed my secondary school with flying colors I joined the best High school in our town and felt on top of world. First few days were very uneventful with my new classmates mostly studious geeks, till that one day where my life took a very usual turn and a very unusual wave hit me. I was surfing through my subject book, and all of sudden something very bright and shiny caught my eyes, as a cool breeze went over me!

I saw through this a very beautiful girl clad in utter simplicity with a beautiful million dollar smile beamed at me "It's Chemistry class by Naik?" I smiled back and said yes, she swooped away with that to the last empty bench. I kept looking at her through the corner of my eyes she sat on last bench with four more girls. Five of them kept themselves busy talking and giggling on silliest things. The class got over she bade bye to her friends and came back to my bench, stretched her right hand in front of me saying "Hi, I am XXXXXX, Friends?" I smiled and taking her hand in my hand as gently as I could and said "Hello I am Sudershan". As we exchanged this words I packed my backpack and walked out of class with her to grab something to eat before next class. As it got we never went to next class but roamed around and near college for whole day exchanging words like old good friends who've met after long time. Thus, began a new saga of friendship in my life a very beautiful one very close to my heart but as it happens every beautiful thing comes to an end the life has taken another curve a very unexpected one and one more friends lost on way of life...

Love...

2007-05-16T08:52:00.001+01:00

Love's a moment of countless emotions fear, anger, pity, joy, depression, lust, attraction, desperation,..... innumerable feelings.... just like a roller coaster ride taking you through the high and low of the ride bringing smile to your face but also an unknown deep fear within of losing the grip, such is love giving an ecstatic joy but with a deep felt gist of insecurity. This insecurity livens up the spirit of love kindling the innumerable feelings and keeps the two souls bonded with each other in the bond of love.

Love cannot be categorized as pure-impure, selfless-demanding, good-bad or any such thing, love is above any such categorization love can never hurt its object of love but it will try to make its object of love more adorable more beautiful showering all the love it has within and make the world beautiful place...

Love is most powerful and unconquerable emotion known by human kind since its origin be it the tales of love by Shakespeare in Romeo-Juliet or Kalidas-Shakuntala all of them experienced the might of love and preferred to live and even die up to it... This four lettered word kindles warmth in millions and billions of hearts making the world around us complete...

Dreams...

2007-05-09T08:17:00.001+01:00

Dreams... Dream is a sky that holds clouds with golden lining and seven colored rainbows in our life for us. Dream is that pond in a secluded corner of jungle filled with milky white lotuses and beautiful multicolored butterflies fluttering over them. Dreams are like those wooden secret boxes beautifully carved and locked and hidden in an old almirah to cherish those beautiful moments in our life that belong to us and only us...

Yes, I am a dreamer! I dream of a beautiful life, pure and serene, I cherish losing bond free in this beautiful world of mine, simply beautiful. Dreams complete me and my aims they offer me strength and courage to move on in my life when world around turns hostile and focus blurs. Dreams make me optimistic and tell me there will be a world filled with all the love and happiness my beloved ones whom I always wanted to be with me through the thicks and thins of my life. My dream completes me associating with me all those and that complete me, make me the man I am.... with my dreams......

Life...

2007-04-27T09:44:00.000+01:00

Life's like one journey you make with a bunch of people who change from time to time making your journey filled with pleasant and not so pleasant experiences teaching you how to travel more smart making you wise every passing moment. You start off as a kid with your parents who bring you to the world and take you along there route and on the way make you capable to choose your own path and embark on your own journey. You get guided by your parents, teachers, friends, siblings, loved ones, and all the acquaintances you cross your path with on this journey through and through as you traverse your journey called life...

New Year Greetings

2007-01-01T09:04:00.000Z

Overprotective Mumbaikar

2006-12-28T06:34:00.000Z

We were having our usual talks in our office when one of my colleague said that we mumbaikars are overprotective, and trigered a thought train for me. I born mumbaikar has always been protective about everything around me, be it my toys when I was kid, my books, parents, sibblings, anything and everything that centered me. But then this is me just one odd mumbaikar out of inumerable ones out there and can I represent a mass so huge?

More I thought of it it occured, why not? I may represent this mass maybe a fraction of it will share my views afterall we mumbaikars have all been through the same ups and downs since several years be it 1993 blasts followed by bloody riots, or 26th July flood deluge we've all walked through this together handholding each other. So here I am one Mumbaikar out of innumerable out there claiming yes we mumbaikars are more protective to some extent.

We have grown to become a bit more protective over years with all the turmoil we've been and being going through in this fast city ticking with the second hand of the clock.

First Day

2006-12-15T11:50:00.000Z

Hi friends this is my first blog and I really dont know what to write. Okie let me start with an introduction to my blogspot I named it as through my window, I mean life's like that isn't it? I feel like I am standing in a window and the life keeps changing its colors the sun rises brings light and hope and a day begins with so many things happening around hardly under our control, it feels like we are in control but, is it? Sun sets lights are drawn back darkness spreads and the activity seems to be settled but thats an illusion the hussle russle continues just that we are no more able to see it but does it mean it doesn't affect us?

Okie first para of my first blog and all filled with questions, huh... not good okie I started this blog thinking I'll share my life, my experienes with you, nopes please I am not writing an autobiography at 25 my life isn't great enough to allow me to do so its just a bit of heart to heart I would like to share with you guys... Hope you like it, and even if you don't like it do write to me and talk to me I l'll love to talk anything under this sun on this page with you through this window of mine....