The blue sky

Writing has now become a habit and a passion. When I look back at those 49 posts, which have been written by me, I feel so good and proud of myself. I express my thoughts, concerns, anger at different things, situations and people around me. People have supported me by reading and reacting on whatever I have written and I feel absolutely great about it. I sometimes feel empty and suddenly, at the next moment, am brimming with thoughts and waiting to put them on paper. Writing helps me unwind and am content with my own world which is formed by my close friends, family (my hubby, in-laws n parents) and this blog. The feeling of being incomplete for not having a child yet does not touch me anymore and I keep those feelings miles away from me by writing more often and talking to my friends and family members, who form the backbone of my existence. I recently shifted to a new house and am all excited t...

The first hero in any small girl's life is her dad. He is the superman who can get anything for her. He is the clown who can make her giggle. He is the magician who can make all things on the earth seem possible to her. Being an only child to my parents, my parents doted on me a lot and I grew under very protective environment, which is very natural in a small family. My dad was the strongest person on this earth for me and he could move anything and everything on this earth for me. Right from selecting my school bag till approving my life partner for me, he has always been there as a massive rock, a massive support in my life. He came to school to fight with my teachers because they made us sit on cold floors. He came and talked to my principal about the things which were bothering many other students like me. From that time, the principal knew me very well and prayed that my father never came to school to meet her. He bought books for me and put nice and new cover...

My dad had been after me since I was in college to learn 4 wheeler driving. Atul would have loved it if I had learnt driving earlier.  I know I waited for almost 5 years to begin with this, but then there is no age limit for learning any new skill, isn't it? The necessity of being able to drive and the availability of the car gave an impetus to this resolve of mine. I will be soon shifting to my own house, which is far off from everything and to get things, I have to either walk or take help of the auto, none of the options is always feasible. So, I decided to finally start somewhere with the long postponed driving lessons. I can also drive to my office or to my friends and enjoy all that I have been missing all these years I enrolled for the driving classes on the day I landed in my home town, Dombivli and on the first day, I had butterflies in my stomach. First lesson was only theory. The teacher explained me the basics and parts in the car etc. , which I very ...

Most of you who are on the Facebook might have listened to this song by David Ippolito , which depicts the hot favorite Facebook forum,  a widely used social networking site. This had become a craze a few months back and I had loved it the first time I listened to it. If you listen to this song too, you can identify with my anguish at this hugely popular social networking site. Please check out this link to know more about the song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDHb4wewAIQ Off late, I have started detesting this sudden show off of false emotions and concern of strangers whom we do not even know. How cool does it feel when a wife learns about the day to day activities of her husband from Facebook, who is abroad for work? He just posts something on Facebook which he is thinking about randomly or posts pictures of some place he visited on a week end and then except her all other people who are not his regular friends, who are in to...

As I have mentioned in my earlier post, I come from a central suburb called Dombivli which is 50 kms away from the main city of Mumbai. If one travels by train, one reaches Mumbai in one hour which is damn impressive compared to the distances one travels and crosses in Pune. Every city has it's own charm and I would like to introduce you all (who have never been to Mumbai) to a normal day in the life of a Mumbaikar. I travelled for almost 8 years for office and job purposes. My life was dependent on trains. Trains took me places in lesser time. I will not say that the travel was very enjoyable and stress free, but then I had friends with whom I shared seats and my life and experiences. I took the 5:52 am train for almost 3 years of my degree college and that too in all seasons. Monsoons were usually dreaded because there was water clogging at many low lying places and then trains came to a halt one day when there were incessant ra...

मुंबई मध्ये मी कालच आले. मुंबई मध्ये अगदीच नाही म्हणता येणार नाही, डोंबिवली ह्या शहरात माझे आई बाबा राहतात, मुंबई हून एक तास ट्रेन ने लागतो, पण डोंबिवली च्या ऐवजी मी मुंबईचीच असा खपवते मी.. डोंबिवली मध्ये पाय ठेवल्या पासून इकडे पावसाने धूम केली आहे. तसा मुंबईचा पाउस मला नवीन नाही. मी वयाची २५ वर्ष इकडेच होते, पण गेली ६ वर्ष बंगलोर ला असल्यामुळे आता तिकडच्या गोष्टींची सवय (वाईट सवय) झाली आहे. छान हवामान, कमी पाउस आणि ८ महिने थंडी अशी सवय झाल्यामुळे मुंबई खूपच वेगळी वाटते. काल आल्यापासून  मी एकही मिनिट पंख्या खालून हलले नाहीये.. बाहेर किती ही धो धो पाउस पडत असो, त्या सोबत घामाच्या धारा ह्या ओघाने येतातच. तापमान कायमच उष्ण कितीही काहीही झाला तरीही. इकडे सुती कपडे घालणे शक्य आहे. कितींदा ही अंघोळ केली की उबल्यासारखा होतं. जीव कासावीस होतो आणि कधी एकदा पंख्याच्या खाली बसत्ये असा होतं मला. माझे आई, बाबा जेव्हा माझ्याकडे बंगलोर ला येतात तेव्हा त्यांना किती ही थंडी असली की पंखा हा लागतोच. मी तेव्हा त्यांची चेष्टा करायचे की हे त्यांचं उकडण 'मानसिक" आहे, पण इकडे आल्यापासून मला जाण...

I am in Pune for 2 weeks. I used to like this city as a child. It was nice, cool, silent hub for pensioners. But now, it is difficult to recognize this city. Nevertheless, this city also houses a few close friends of mine, with whom I had shared some good times, but who are now bound with family responsibilities and do not get time to meet and catch up now. This time I made it a point to catch up with 2 such friends over lunch and we had a great time talking and eating. That is when they both mentioned about another common friend, whose marriage is fixed now. She was looking out since many years and she was quite old also, nearing forties. I was a bit saddened to know that she didn't thought of informing me about her happiness to me, with whom she shares her last name also. We were close and shared many things, personal and professional. We both were language specialists and people mistook us for sisters. But we only shared the surname and formed a bond which was very strong (A...

I came to Pune almost 2 weeks ago. This is a personal plus official trip to Pune. My team mates sit here and my in-laws stay here too. So it was a double joy in coming to Pune. But coming to Pune or for that matter any place in Maharashtra requires a lot of mental preparation, which I did 2 weeks before coming here. Something has struck me so badly since I have arrived here that I almost forgot that I am a regular blogger. My senses have become numb, my mind has become like a blank slate. When I tried to evaluate what this "something" is, I realized that the traffic, pollution and heat have had a profound effect on me and have almost zapped me. Roads are teeming with vehicles and people and vegetable vendors and cyclists and 4 wheelers and of course, 2 wheelers, how can I forget them? There is literally no place to walk for poor people like me who do not own a 2 wheeler or 4 wheeler here. We (people walking on their feet) are the most neglected category on the roads a...