a life..

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a life...Early morning. Around 7.30 AM. Somewhere on Nagar Road, Pune.

The old man picks up his lunch box and shoulders his hammer. He quickly bows to the God’s idol in the corner, says a quick prayer and hits the road. A day just like any other day.

This is the story of any of the men in the photo. Only hammer gets replaced by something else like a handbag, aΒ broomstick, a bag of goods, a vehicle or just an id card. But the story remains the same. No matter h0w glossy, glassy and classy your work environment is, your story is same as this old man.

He goes to work, works hard, gets his pay and thanks god at the end of the day for giving him power enough to earn his bread. Does he have regrets? Wishes? a bucket list? May be. He wishes he could do a lot of things other than his daily work. He does not get the chance. But does that make him regret his life? Most probably not. Because he knows that there is no use of regrets or negative feelings, they will just spoil the taste of your life. Live it as it comes to you, strive to be better, strive to be worthy of a better life.

Life is not as simple as it seems, or may be, it is.

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Confessions and blah blah blah of a lazy blogger

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First of all, I will liek to….I mean laek to….like to thank Reema for giving me award of Most Friendly Blogger…I am gonna write a post on her if she keeps charming me like this……(girls plz note down my number 099…….)

I give her award of Miss Most Innovative and Effective Blogger

Now some confessions I want to make:

1. I…I….ohh wait, let me give a prologue first. From many days, after joining this sweet little blog world, I found a new quality in me. Or I would rather say, people here found me noticeable and adorable. And I was glad, after many years of facing jealous friends, ignorant friends, always dominating friends etc etc, I was glad that I have found a world where no one will be involved much personally but will know things about you which you always wanted to be known to world.
Hmmm,seems like I am dozing off and writing this serious stuff. So back to confessions…

1. First blog in the world I read was Time and Again, the blog of Ruhi. I came to know what a blog is like after reading her blog. Like many others, I became her fan and even after nearly 1.5 years when I got job and started using net daily, I just remembered one url, http://havetoremember.wordpress.com I would very much like to tell Ruhi that her reason behind choosing a url like this was perfect. See it gave blogosphere a blogger like me. May be I would have found this world anyway, but I am not sure if I could have been able to find right track and right people around me.
Well, this don’t sound like confession…..OK now I have given the title already, let it be.

2. Second confession: When I first read name Ish in comments on Ruhi‘s blog, I thought he was a good OLD chap with a Dead End πŸ˜€ (I even thought Ruhi as good old lady from USA who likes to read books until she mentioned her age in one post :P)
So this dead end man was the second blogger I always read. After few days, somehow I found that many of commenters were also bloggers and my reading area broadened.

3. Now lets just jump to my blogging, and some more confessions. I started blogging (seriously) in January. Starting with too much dhakdhak in heart, I succeeded in getting some good readers who always supported me. But the problems started arising after few days. After few days, my laziness started overtaking me slowly. Steadily I became lazier and lazier. I honestly kept reading posts written by fellow bloggers but my brain stopped helping me much in commenting. At times, I just felt like writing good post and nothing else, while people left good comments everywhere. I started feeling bad for myself. I hated it when I forgot to visit somebody’s blog even after he/she commented and blogrolled my blog.

4. And then come a bad period for me. I was totally irritated and somewhat sad for this period. And the only blog I was consistently reading was Nikhils. He always made me laugh and I read all of your comments there. Many times I just fondly kept looking at all your names and felt happy that many people in this long list know me. But being a good actor, I covered this patch with some posts and I don’t think one can make out from my blog which period it was.

5. Confusion is the word which makes up most part of my life. I keep confusing people about many many things(and enjoy when I confuse a pretty girl) and in return, life keeps confusing me at very very important parts. I am still confused about few very important things I never told any living person (and don’t intend to tell anyone). I can write a bestseller book on confusions.

6. I was in a great shock when I heard Mahak has a husband……. I kept my face sad all day :p and used feviquick for joining pieces of my heart…..also got a kick from my best friend when I told her this (She said,” you already have a GF dumbo”) and two kicks and three punches from my you-know-who when I reached to this broken-heart part. But one thing I am going to say which her hubby will also agree with……she is really beautiful πŸ™‚
Now if any other girl wants to prove me wrong, please mail their photos to my email. πŸ˜€ Or you can send them to Nikhil, Ish, Amit etc etc, hum sab mile huye hai!! Don’t send to Anshul, or he will get few more new *faces* for his cartoon characters.

7. Nita, yeah, everyone knows her as a great journalist writer. But in the hope you don’t hit me when we meet, I must tell you, sometime you write on bore topics πŸ˜€ I mean topics are good but on very few occasions they are bore ones. Don’t ask examples please, I am wont tell you anyway. And don’t write a post for this please πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ I know you are laughing now.

8. Now a days, I miss Miss πŸ˜› Ruhi here. She once came back from hibernation but went back again. This feels like something crucial and sweet is missing from our blogging world. I wish she starts blogging again and I also wish she comes back to India πŸ˜€ and lives where she likes.

9.
Crapbook is a good name. I like the the attitude. The name shows reader that the content can be crap and you are warned at one glance. But its no crap really. Well his nickname is little difficult nd my brother asked me if he is alien or something. πŸ˜€

10. Nikhil!!!! (I think this much is enough about him.)

hey I was writing confessions or something like that. Then what is this?

11.
Shefaly!!! :O What should I write about her? Reema already did and she wrote a post about it. Now what she will do? I don’t know. As far as I remember. She never commented on my blog till date. I think I need to improve my English or something for that honor.
One of my friend uses her blog for finding big old difficult words to impress in presentations. I use her content in discussions with competent people (also I keep one dictionary handy while reading her)

12.
Ohh this is becoming *about friends* instead of confessions. What I wanted to say in start? Well its just that I feel sorry for my irregular commenting. And I really want to improve. May be I will take advice from my elder bro and try keeping a reminder pad.

13.
Nita, you didn’t tell me one thing. You are from same state as I am. And you know we don’t call elder people by their names here. (well no one calls in whole India I guess). Then what I will call you when I will finally meet you somewhere? (You are nearly as old as my mother and I will never dare to call you Nita face to face). Not compulsory, answer privately if you want to πŸ˜€

14. OK I don’t think many people will even reach here while reading, so for them who really read everything I wrote, Cheers and love. Just keep in mind that *now Suda is changing himself* by saying goodbye to laziness of-course.

Cheers again
Suda

Equation for life => “Life = Love Β± Logic” (Also Celebrating 10,000 hits)

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Life Love and Logic recently crossed 10,000 hits. Cheers πŸ˜€ I am very glad I hit his milestone!!!

Looking back in to archives, I found very few posts which are good enough to be called memorable. But I always intended this blog to be personal and not dedicated to some special cause.
Why I used this name? Honest answer is “I don’t know myself”. When I thought of this name, it just fitted in my “philosophical” nature and as usual I never looked back once I decided to use this name. The name “Life, Love and Logic” contains three important things for a human being.
If you ask me, love and logic are most important things to form and lead good life.

But I don’t think anyone can form a fixed equation for deriving life.

Logic is way of thinking about things. It is common sense, ability to conclude things, ability to calculate things, ability to take decisions depending on the situations (e.g. deciding dodge in time when someone throws a stone towards your head!!! πŸ˜€ ) and many things. Defining Logic is as simple as the process of using logic itself.

Love? Do I need to define it? Love is love and its the second best feeling(or relation or whatever you call it) in Life.

I have derived an equation for Life, and its

Life = Love Β± Logic

Why its not simply Love + Logic or Love – Logic?

Let me make myself clear. Lets take an example.
Consider a situation where there is thief armed with Rampuri Knife in one hand and he is trying to rob your best friend. (I assume you love your best friend).

So, we have,
* You love your friend
* Your friend is in danger
*You are the one who can save him if you try
* Thief is dangerous and armed, so he can harm you easily

And now, Logic says
* Rampuri Knifes very harmful!! (If you see Hindi movies then you must have heard about it)
* You have your job, family, life, career at stake if you try to save him.
* There is no need to act as hero, mummy always taught you to keep yourself out of trouble and safe.
*Blah Blah Blah……

But Love says only one thing,
* Go to hell with your Logic, it time to act NOW. Go and throw that thief out of the window!!!!

So we can derive,

Life (of your friend) equals to (your) Love(for him/her) minus (your damn) Logic

But there can be other situations too.
Most common situation is , you have got an opportunity to go abroad for an important work which can give your career a (much needed) boost. But your girlfriend is not happy about leaving you and living without you for so many days. Ok, consider fiancΓ©e instead of girlfriend for convenience.

So Love says,
* Don’t you dare to leave her alone, how she will live without you.
* You will be getting married in few days and still you are obsessed with your damn job?
* Flying abroad onsite is not important than her.
* Blah Blah Blah……

And here Logic says,
* Some things need to be done on time, if you go on-site now, your career-horse will be miles ahead of it would be without going there.
* If she loves you then she can understand the importance of this opportunity in your life.
* Afterall whatever progress you will make, it will help both of you in future.
* More Blah Blah real facts…..

Here is the newly derived equation

Life (of you both) equals to (her) Love(and patience for you) plus (your damn) Logic (if you are competent enough to use it)

So finally we end up conflicting our own conclusions. And this leads to simple more convincing derivation for Life and that is

Life equals to Love plus/minus Logic (still its damn, I agree)

Well this is how I see Life. There are many perspectives of life. And please note that this is one of the many ways to percieve life. Sometimes solutions to many difficult and complex problems lie in simple Logic and common sense. And sometimes you never understand what went wrong with things.

So I will end this post with my usual slogan
Life is not as simple as it seems……

always remember….

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I got these wonderful thoughts by mail. I think everyone should think like this. At least try!!!


This should probably be taped

to your bathroom mirror

where one could read it every day.

You may not realize it,

but it’s 100% true.


1. There are at least two people in this world

that you would die for.


2. At least 15 people in this world

love you in some way.


3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you

is because they want to

be just like you.


4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone,

even if they don’t

like you.


5. Every night,

SOMEONE thinks about you

before they go to sleep.


6. You mean the world to someone.


7. You are special and unique.


8. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you.


9. When you make the biggest mistake ever,

something good comes from it.


10. When you think the world

has turned its back on you

take another look.


11. Always remember the compliments you received.

Forget about the rude remarks.

And always remember….

Good friends are like stars……..

You don’t always see them,

But you know they are always there.

I would rather have one rose and a kind word

from a friend while I’m here

than a whole truck load when I’m gone.


Forward to all your friends.

And don’t tell me you’re too busy for this..

Don’t you know the phrase

“stop and smell the flowers”?

See how many “bouquets” you end up with!


Cheers
Suda

not out 50 : Different Things once more

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50! This is my 50th post! And for me its a great achievement. And I just noticed that Life Love and Logic is about to reach 10,000 visits soon.

There is no pattern in my blog and posting. But I honestly tried making one. Different Things! I want it to be one of the identities for this site.

So on occasion of 50, I am posting something that will definately make you smile.

Different Thing 1: Photo Thing:Β  Children and their rally πŸ™‚

I was at my home place this weekend and I saw these sweet children of some school. A rally was arranged by school to make people aware of social issues like Population, Trees and much more(I forgot πŸ˜› )

Children at a School Rally

Children at a School Rally 1

Children at a School Rally 2

Children at a School Rally 2

Children at a School Rally 3

Children at a School Rally 3

Children at a School Rally 4

Children at a School Rally 4

I remembered the days of childhood when we used to participate in these types of rallys πŸ™‚Β  While passing from our colony, we boys used to wave at mothers standing in front of our homes looking at their children proudly. Sweet days, sweet memories……………

Different Things 2: Another Photo Thingy: Green Green Everywhere

My home is surrounded by fields. You would love to live there in winter and also in Rainy season. Its all green everywhere you see. This year, rain is bit low and things have just started getting green. Fields aren’t getting up yet, so they are still little black. Have a look at it. πŸ™‚

All photos are taken by me and I am thankful of my camera phone Sony Ericsson K750i.
I haven’t put copyright or watermark on images, but I will like to request anyone intending to use them, please drop me a note here.

Cheers
Suda

Back with a bang!! What bang? : Different Things

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Hello friends, I have decided to resume my blogging. Ok ok, enough of “bhago!!! bhago!!” (“Run!! Run!!”). I am not going to be that dreadful now. I have decided to make Canopenner my unofficial Guru and I am going to be Eklavya I mean I am going to use his style in my own style. Not today though. Today is my come-back day πŸ˜€

Different thing 0: Suda will write stories now, (not here!!!)

Announcement: I have started short-story telling and writing. No further explanation here. Go and see this.

Different thing 1: Gmail and phishing warning

Today I opened my inbox and found lots of “spam’ in my spam folder. Just for curiocity, I opened one of them and I found this. See screenshot:(click to enlarge)

I was glad to see the red strip above text of mail. Look closely, its a warning from Gmail about this mail. I already knew this mail is popular phishing mail but for non-technical users, this is important. Good work Gmail!!
More info: Gmail Support Center

Also I suggest everyone using Gmail to have a look at Gmail Privacy and Security.

Different Things 2 : buses resting after a days hard work

Photo by: Suda, location: market yard bus depo at Pune. (Click to see full resolution picture)

Sleeping soundly, aren’t they?

Ok now you know, there is no bang. πŸ˜€

But I am back for sure

Cheers
Suda.

Different Things : Two scenes I liked in Sarkar Raj

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Warning: Spoilers!!! Read at your own risk.
After posting a review of Sarkar Raj movie, I felt like I missed some points I wanted to write. I always do this. Its my bad habit to forget things once marked to write about. Coincidence is today I found Nikhil is also facing same problem πŸ˜€
Let it be. So there are two scenes and many dialogs I liked in Sarkar Raj. I will make an Audible Audio Collection of handpicked dialogs from Sarkar and Sarkar Raj soon. But till then we have to write.
First Scene which impressed me includes Abhishek Bachchan who plays Shankar Nangare on film.
The scene is something like this: Shankar is traveling through a village which is protesting against him and his plans to erect a plant on the place of village. Shankar’s car is stopped by protesters and they start shouting different slogans against him. He silently and sadly listens them while suddenly someone in crowd shouts “Subhash Nangare is thief”. Next moment we find Shankar bursting out of his car with full of anger (Subhash Nangare his father). The crowd ceases silent with a gasp and Shankar shouts at them,” Who called that line? Tell me! Who shouted it?”, The crowd remains silent and afraid of speaking anything. He shouts again, “What thief? Tell me face to face what he has theft?” …….. the silence continues and he angrily returns to his car as no one dares to move a muscle in front of him. He becomes very upset………
Surely, director RGV had this in his mind from the moment he thought of sequel. Some incidents in movie before this shot create a little arrogant image of Shankar in our mind. Somewhere inside we think if this boy has lost his respect or what? And there comes a point where he gets very angry and first time ever threatens public. Every son in this world would do this for his father for sure. But watching incident like this happen (at least on screen) after many months (may be years) made me to recall some old memories from childhood.

A father is always subject of pride to his children. Not a single word against him is tolerated by any son. (Well, exceptions are everywhere though rare).

Second scene I liked is totally different than first and there is not emotional value in it. Its just a very violent scene.
Somji (the leader of protesters) is kidnapped by some people and Chandar (one of Shankar’s right hands, yes he has more) finds out about his location. Shankar accompanied by two of his hands πŸ˜€ attacks the farmhouse where Somji is hidden by kidnappers. Shankar creates fire (plz don’t ask how) and distracts the security around building. The smoke spreads everywhere like fog and it becomes very difficult to see around. Shankar and his mates walk through smoke, mates kill people with nothing(?) may be with little guns and Shankar picks up a spade (normally used for fighting and originally made for gardening) and starts hitting anyone who comes in way. They approach the building and he keeps hitting every person in range. Other two mates pick long guns (AK 47) and start shooting remaining. They finally find out Somji and Shankar empties his revolver in villains body. (Villain previously killed Shankar’s wife).
So, whats so special in this scene? If you have seen this in a good big theater, then you will know the effect of the scene. When Shankar hits the guys in front of him, it seems so real that we get scared without any reason. Shankar and his mates walk through the smoke and field which reminded me walking of Dinasours in empty grass field. πŸ˜› Scene is very violent but at same time its so realistic. At least I found attacking sequence very impressive.
I told you that second scene is not much important but still I liked it. πŸ˜€
Hope I get the movie DVD soon so I can extract the dialogs from it. πŸ˜›
Cheers
Suda
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Different things : Two Journeys

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After a long time, here I am again with my usual “Different Things”. This time, I have two little things. Two journeys.

A little intro for my journeys:
On every other weekend, I travel 3-4 hours to get back to my “Home-Place” and away from “Work-Place”. Two weeks ago, on Friday, I was about to leave office at 6.00 PM and was trying to formulate a plan how to spend the weekend alone. It seemed a very harsh concept of being all alone for a weekend so I called Dad to ask his opinion. Half an hour later, I was seated in a bus which was about to leave for my home. πŸ™‚
On next Friday, I was again on same bus, on same seat, with same water bottle, with same headphone in my ears with same set of songs in mobile. I have used all stock of clothes over two weeks and needed them to be washed. So decided that it was time to go home. πŸ˜›

[Just a note: All conversations mentioned below were originally in Marathi and are translated as well as shortened to include only essential part. You may find them very short but actually each of them was with me for an hour at least]

Journey Back Home: Two Weeks ago

So on my first trip in this month, I found myself a window seat (two seater). A guy of age around 25-27 came and sat beside me. As I don’t have control over public transport and the guy was thin person, I didn’t object.
Things would have gone normally and I could have listened all 89 songs in my list till I reach home, but no. The guy started talking with me without any introduction. First he pointed at my mobile and asked me the model number. Then he changed subject abruptly to his problem (may be because he thought he disturbed me while talking on phone few minutes before). Lets hear it in his words:
Guy: Sorry for bothering you for noting down the number.
Me: Ohh its alright.
Guy: Where are you going?
Me: (murmur the name of place)
Guy; Oh good, I will get down 30 Km before you.
Me: Oh thats great! (The guy obviously missed sarcasm)
Guy: (Continuing little embarrassment) I was talking with some guy who was trying to catch me for something.
Me: Aiiii? (In mind: WTH Did I ask?)
Guy: ….. we face problems like these when we try to go against parents and family…..
Me: Seems like love story to me πŸ˜›
Guy: Yeah. No one is in favor of me when I decided to marry that girl. Every member in her and my family is against us.
Me: ……..
Guy: So this guy was trying to make my life more hell like its not enough already.
Me: Hmmm, but keep your head cool man. I see you are very impatient.
Guy: (Completely impressed by my words) You have experience of facing these conditions?
Me: No, but I can see how you are!!
Guy: yeah, the main problem is cast. My family and her family don’t want an inter-cast marriage!!
Me: Why? I mean what casts you are talking about?
Guy: Well, she is higher cast- Maratha, I mean Open, and I am ____. So they are not approved of me.
Me: (My sympathy evaporate in a second) Well I am also Maratha and I will feel same if it happens in my family, but ok if you are able to earn your bread-butter.
Guy: ??????
Me: I mean you have a job, don’t you?
Guy: ummm, errr, aaaaa, well not exactly, I just earn ____ Rupees per month.
Me: (Completely angry from inside) Ohh then you should try finding a job which will provide enough money to feed your family. It not just going and living with wife.
Guy: umm, err, yeah I will try your advice……..

The conversation ceased as it suddenly as it started. I was angry not only because the guy was trying to get a girl from my caste, but also because he was just another moron who didn’t even deserved a hag. He has never thought of future and about how will he feed his wife. He was just one of the guys I hate who go and impress girls and dumb girls fall for pray and make their rest of life a mess. There are so many examples I have witnessed of this kind. And there is not a single one which was a success.
And for them who care: I am an orthodox person to some extent. At least about casts!!!

Journey Back Home: last week

Next week, I was sitting on same seat and a man in his late 30’s sat with me. He was formal and also started with asking me about my mobile. He told his surname as Pawar. He was curious about what I do and how much I am educated. After some time, I asked him about his life (just in return to his questions). He thought for a minute before answering, but when he answered, I got an impression that he was straining himself not to say something odd.
And without any reference, he asked me if I am married. I told him I am just 22 and don’t intend to marry so early. But this raised my curiosity and I asked the reason.
He said with a sigh, “Man, find a decent girl yourself or atleast marry a girl who you know already!”. I replied,” Yeah thats what people do, isn’t it?”.
Mr. Pawar suddenly let the thing he refrained so long out. He said,” No boy, its not the case. We have very less girls in our caste which will fit with you”.
Me: “So?”
Pawar: “So? I suggest you find a girl yourself instead of believing in arrange marriage, listen to me, my example will help you understand”
He continued, ” I married very late because I didn’t like any girl I was shown by parents. At last I liked a girl who was very very beautiful. I was blinded by her beauty and made decision hurriedly. But after marriage, I found out that she had a ego like no one I saw before. She didn’t even let me touch her at first. So I made a oath that I will not even llok at her until she comes and ask me herself.”
Pawar took a pause looking at my face. I was dumbfounded by hearing his words. He continued,” Now I have a little daughter who is far more beautiful than her mother.”
“But is your wife still like that?”, I asked curiously.
Pawar sighed,” Well she has improved herself a little but her ego is still there.”
“So why I am telling you that? because I found you a good boy and thought of warning you of one of the possibilities that can happen in life.”
The bus came to halt as we passed through a village on way. He said good-bye and left. And I resumed my song list with my mind full of thoughts.

Epilogue:

I met two different kind of persons on tow journeys. First one was an excellent example of careless youth who thought just getting a girl is love and life. Whereas second one Mr. Pawar was a person who spent his youth in working and doing a job for his family because of which he married late. Life played its part as weirdly as it always does. Always unpredictable! First one got a girl who is ready to marry him without thinking where second responsible person gets a beautiful wife who have her upper part(head) empty.
Finally, I can say, ” Life is not as simple as it seems”.

P.S> I am posting this while preparing for my next journey to home. So don’t hesitate to point out any mistakes.

Different things again (or same?) [a sad sequel]

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[Sad] part 1:

Sunday: Me and my friend were sitting in the garden at Bal Gandharv Chitramandir, Pune. We were sitting there chatting. My friend (a girl) suddenly went silent and started glaring at somebody behind me. On asking she said in very low voice,” That girl is looking at us and she is errr.. smiling weirdly a little!”. I smirked and turned to look while my friend awkwardly continued,” She seems a bit …. lost.” Surely that girl was lost in thoughts because she didn’t notice us looking at her. She was now staring at nowhere and a kinda weird smile was plastered on her face. And suddenly a hot(probably) tear rolled out that unknown girls eye and second eye copied its partner. Tears started streaming out her eyes and she was still like a statue. Unable to strain her face from showing real emotions, she threw it in her hands and started crying silently.

I turned to my friend and asked her to stop looking at her. But she was no more looking at that girl. Now it was her turn to start being weird, I guessed.

[Not much sad] part 2:

My guess was not that good as it is always. My friend was merely thinking about some related things came to her mind. “May be she has installed the “related posts feature” wordpress introduced few days ago”, I thought.
“What can be her problem?”, I was ready for this question and I opened my mouth to retort when she continued, “Ok, whatever her problem is, why don’t she just go home and cry in her bed? Why she is sitting here in a public place like this where almost everyone comes to enjoy evenings?”
Now, I was wondering with same question in my mind. There were couples all over the place, children playing in lawn, grandmas chatting loudly, grandpas observing nearby couples activities, mummy’s sitting with amused expressions, Bhelwala shouting to attract customers, youngsters looking at couples who sit very closely with curious looks and many more. Now, why the hell that girl was sitting in couples corner of garden ALONE?

I don’t think we need an expert to answer. Heartbreak is obvious one but there are many important things in life that losing a boyfriend. may be she had a row with her mother and she shouted something serious. Obviously girl can not sit and cry at home which will make her mother more angry. Or there was something really bad happening with her which she found impossible to tell anybody about. We can never know. life is not that simple as it seems. Or it is.

[Just my thoughts] Part 3:

Our meeting abruptly ended as my friend started remembering how she used to cry silently in nights when she was stuck at an awful place (awful = no means of contact with me) and her parents never noticed. I thought leaving the place a good idea but for a moment I though of going and trying consoling the girl. She was thinking same and she believed that my great communication abilities towards girls can help me here. I hesitated for a minute or so and then decided against it. What if that girl was a … I am not accusing or doubting, but for a second I thought what if she is a prostitute who came there just to relieve herself from mental strain. This thought stopped me in tracks. I decided and told my friend firmly,”No, we are not going to disturb her. And don’t offer her water either.” I continued as she took out water bottle.

I don’t know what made me not to console her. I usually work on my instincts. And they have never ever failed me. I still think it was a wise decision.

Opinions, thoughts, claims, blames, suggestions, and much more expected from YOU GUYS.

Different things

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Some things are not made for same context. WoW. What a line. Not true though. Because I am going to make it false. How? See, I have four different pics which are completely unrelated(source: of course me and my mobile) and I am going to show them in same post.

First one on the right is a cute doggy. What is so special about this doggy bhai? [bhai(Hindi) = brother]. Well, he is so young that he still goes around and plays only with Mummy. Mummy of the doggy bhai passed touching me with tail. And our little one was just jumping – jouncing – bumping – bouncing behind Mummy sweetly. He was saying, “Comeon mamma, lets go on road once again!!!”. Mummy turned and said curtly,”Its not as safe as you think, NOW! LOOK OUT!”. The little doggy rolled on road with fear when a giant truck passed on road roaring its horn. “I think I will follow your advice, mumma!” said little bhai and resumed behind his mother. And I caught him in frame just in time. πŸ™‚

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Second one is definitely a candle. She is about to die. Yes. Candles do die. They give us light and then slowly lowering their light, they fall asleep, forever. What I learn from her? “Sometimes you have to burn yourself to death to give others light of hope, to show others way in dark.”

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Third one is a landscape. A beautiful valley. I clicked this photo from moving bus. Technically its not that sharp and clear. And its post processed. But still it shows some meaning. Well, see if you find something in it. I can see one tree which has lost his leaves because its start of summer. What you see? (update: Original photo)

Valley

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Last one is rare scene for many people. Its a still from a bus stop. Time 9.30 pm. Everyone seems to be lost in thoughts. See the old man who is standing aside the curious group of fellow travellers. You cant find him? Ok I know photo is blurred (because they were moving a lot). See for man with white thing covering his head. This is just another scene which shows different personalities at same place. I would like to write about this photo in detail. May be I will write in The Perspective.

For now, Cheers. πŸ™‚