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, a 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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Go India!!!

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We won!! Yes. We did it. We beat Pakistan(again) in a Cricket World Cup match. Cheers to Indian Cricket Team and Sachin Tendulkar… 🙂

Yesterday, on the occasion of India vs Pakistan cricket match, semi-final, I bet at least 90% Indians were watching the match. In my city, Pune, the roads were empty. Hotels, restaurants were empty. Roadside vendors of Vada Pav and other junk food saw a profit like never before. Nobody had their dinner till the match was over.

We realized how hungry we were once the match was over and Sachin Tendulkar was announced Man of the Match. 🙂 So we got our bikes on the road at around 11 PM and we were surprised….. we were surprised by the sheer size of crowd on the road. Nearly everyone was out of the homes, celebrating, busting crackers, shouting, dancing. Road was full of guys raving their bikes with loud horns, flags of India, shouting, cheering.

We joined the bikers… we went shouting cheering honking in the night. At one place, where MacD is located (everyone was suddenly hungry like us 😀 ), the crowd was double of what I had seen earlier. Police were trying to control the traffic. Normally, at 11 PM , the roads are empty. Yesterday, it was traffic jam everywhere. And Police weren’t really stopping anyone or monitoring the bikers. They were just trying to prevent any accidents from happening.

I am really glad I lived to see this day. 🙂 India has won before, but I do not remember feeling like this.. 🙂 May god bless Sachin Tendulkar his wish of winning a world-cup for India. Amen.

If I Could Work from Anywhere, I'd Live in… Karad, my home….

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I would like to work from my… you guessed it, my hometown. But why? Read on to find it out.

Most people will answer this question as “My Home(town/city)” or some hill-station. I am no different than anyone else. If I am given the luxury of choosing my own work location, I would choose this: At my Hometown, Karad (Maharashtra, India), in a room with glass walls, built as a home office, customized to have all gadgets I can get my hands on, on the terrace of my current home.

But why in Karad, why not Pune, or some hill-station?

First of all, its my home, there is no other place I love more than that.

Second, my mom will always be close by so there will be plenty of food at any point of time. Plus you can be sure about being woken up at time you need to be up. All moms are capable of waking up any sleeping kid at any time they want without giving you chance of shouting back 😀 .

Also its a really nice quiet place. My home is on the boundary of residential area and farms and fields. So on one side of the house, you can see all types of homes and on the other side you can see all types of trees, fields, birds (and snakes, quite frequently).

Most amazing thing about the landscape in the photo is, it keeps changing colours throughout the year. The shade of green in above photo is seen in Monsoon. As the winter comes, every colour gets more n more rich and dark. All fields have newly planted crops or most of the crops reach the point of harvesting. Its the best period of the year. Summer makes things look little dry, rough and black (the color of earth) but there is always a cool breeze floating around to please you.

Technologically, there are no problems for working from my home town. We are afterall a town with premier education institutes and a rapidly developing industrial area attached. Also my town sits on a National Highway so no transportation problems. Only Air-travel is the problem, which would be solved soon by our dearest and closest city Kolhapur.

So in the end to sum it all, I just wanna go home to my mommy and stay there 🙂

Cheers.

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मराठी पाऊल पडते पुढे…. Krushnaa Patil conquers Mount Everest

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गर्जती तोफांचे चौघडे………

मराठी पाऊल पडते पुढे………

Congratulations to Krushnaa Patil, a 19-year-old girl from Pune (this is what nearly all newspapers and channels call her),  for *conquering* Mount Everest.

On Thursday morning, Krushnaa was on top of the world, literally, becoming only the second person from Maharashtra to scale Everest and also the first woman from the state to do so. She was the second youngest Indian woman to reach the peak. Surendra Chavan of Pune was the first person from the state to conquer Everest in 1998.

source: TOI

😀  😀  I am proud of you, Krushnaa.  Kudos!!  😀  😀

➡ A friend of Krushnaa has written about her at DNA News.

➡ She has been blogging about her journey at her blog The Burning Face. (I am not sure why she chose this name for her blog ❓ )

Times of India also reported that “Krushnaa’s tall feat has come at a cost”. Her parents took a loan of 30 laks to send her for this expedition!!! Government should do something for this type of initiatives.  😐  😐

Here are some pictures from her blog:

Krushnaa Patil - Mount Everest

Krushnaa Patil - Mount Everest

Krushnaa Patil - Mount Everest

Krushnaa Patil - Mount Everest

Congratulations Krushnaa!! and Best luck for future!!

Ganpati Bappa Morya!!

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This year, for first time in life, I was not at home for Ganesh Chaturthi.

Early morning of Ganesh Chaturthi, I was standing in the balcony of my flat. I heard some noise of children in distance. Soon a small rally of young kids passed the road in front of me. One adult was carrying a small statue of Lord Ganesha carefully.All kids were jumping about him. They were *shouting* in chorus “Ganapati Bappa Morya” as loudly as possible.

The scene moved me. Funny eh? It should have made me smile, not sad.

But it did both.

I smiled and next moment I felt sad.

Every year on this day, as far as I remember, me and my brother and some of neighbourhood children go to bring Ganesha home.
Chorus of his name(Ganpati Bappa Morya) while bringing him,
people looking admiringly smiling and joining in while passing our little rally,
every child dancing in front,
mummy doing Pooja before entering in home,
decorating whole house for the festival,
going every home in the area in groups to do the Aarati,
full stomachs with Prasaad,
going to watch different programs arranged by Public Festival Groups,
and more….

Last year, my elder bro held Ganesha while bringing him home

Last year, my elder bro held Ganesha while bringing him home

All memories just started dancing in front of my eyes. So many years Igrew up doing all this and never realized how important the day is in my life. I didn’t dare to call home as I was sure I would cry listening to sounds at home.

I am really feeling sorry Bappa, I know I am much lazy in doing all things people do for you but still I love you. Morya!!!

On lighter side, my roommate brought home Brand New Apache RTR 160. (The reason I didn’t went home was I wanted to be with him while purchasing his first bike with his own money 🙂 )

Come on, join me..

Ganapati Bappa…

Morya!!!

Note: I am currently very busy and my PL is always sitting with me these days. So I am writing this when he is away 😛 So sorry for not commenting and replyig. Will do it soon. Cheers.

First day back to office and blogspot blocked :(

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Hiyya. I am finally back to office after a week long break because of illness. Well, I got cured on first day back home but who can convince my mom that I don’t require any more healing?
So I was forced to keep my head down for a week and I obeyed. Not that I was scared of mum, it was raining continuously outside and there was no way I could have enjoyed anything much. Not alone at least. 😛

Also a note: Blogger is blocked in my office due to some problems( someone wrote abusive comments about my company and they simply blocked it), I can read but commenting is not allowed. Why don’t u all blogspot guys move to wordpress instead? 😀

Today is boring day and I am missing home very much. Few days ago, I posted few photos of my area. Now have a look at it again and see the difference 🙂

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:  Children and their rally 🙂

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 😛 )

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 🙂  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. 🙂

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

A camel in the fog….. And a crab under rock

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A trip to Lonavla (a famous place between Pune-Mumbai) and a nice weekend with you-know-who was a great experience for me. And there was the fog. Everywhere a white cool fog.

I was standing with you-know-who and posing for photos. The environment was giving out best quality fog ever made. 😛 I was feeling like in heaven. Effect of person holding hands with you add to effects of natures. So heaven was on earth for me and thenhen I saw a camel walking smoothly at a distance. A group of children sitting on it. I was in mood of heaven and thought Wow, heaven also have camels to ride :D. Then you-know-who poked me in ribs and I was told to stand while one of the most memorable shots in life was taken. Well I agree that the photo I was posing for turned out to be my(our) best photo ever. A friend actually clicked photo from different angle and we were looking at different camera. So back to camel. I was awaken by flash of lightning(or was it because of somebody tapped on my head?) and took out my camera to take this shot in time. 😀

After that, we traveled some distance and went on some hill. I am not giving descriptions here but it was a nice place and thee we met someone interesting!!

Cheers

Suda

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Wedding

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Wedding of Me? No No!! You got it wrong! I am takling about my cousin’s wedding. Actually I wrote a two pages long post for it and went to dinner. While chewing the delicious leg of chicken I bought two hours ago, I asked mum the details of marriage ceremony. She counted me the various little events that are part of a marriage and I was amazed. Because in marriages, I used to look for girls, sweets and treats from grandpa(he gave treats to keep us from starting trouble). I never quite noticed all these things. So decided to keep my ESSAY as draft.
And here is how TYPICAL marriage in MY VILLAGE happens. (Place: Karad, Maharashtra, India)
(Disclaimer for nuts(from my state) who think what they do is ONLY correct: All things I am gonna explain here, HAPPEN in my village, if in your place, people don’t do ANY thing like this, I don’t care, its not my fault)
My other friends, in some days, you will know why I am pissed off on some of my co-state frnds.
Start: My village is located in Maharashtra, India. Its near Karad town.groom
Wedding is most famous event in world. At my homeplace, for wedding, nearly all village gets invited. Everyone gives his/her best suit/saree a try and be ready to go. A vehicle (99% a truck) is kept ready to transport all people to wedding place which is MOST commonly GIRLS (bride’s) home.
The events started when we left groom’s home.
0. The groom left his home on a decorated horse. He traveled upto the boundary of village with a BAND and his friends enjoying, dancing in front of crowd. Then we took off for Bride’s home in car followed closely by truck full of people.
welcome1. On reaching on traditional boundary of host village, we were welcomed by group of old and honourable citizens. This event is called as “MEETING”. The groom then sits again on horse and the crowd walks  cheering and dancing on music of BAND leading the way.
2. On reaching the final place, a small event took place in which we aaawere offered sweets as welcome. A Pujari (“Hindu bramhin” person similar to the one who conducts wedding in church) did some traditional sort of things (procedures) after that.
3. The groom then again mounted on the horse and the crowd followed him to all Temples in the village. This is called as “SHREE VANDAN” meaning getting blessings from all the local gods temples. shreeFinally my cousin stopped at temple of lord “Maruti” (who is unmarried as per puranas) where he tried to make a necklase (Mani-Mangal sutra) for bride(as per tradition of course).
4. The groom returned to marriage place where some “married” women did POOJA of horse and grom. Its called “Washing legs of returnhorse” (this honour is for sisters of bride’s father) (Note: names of events can seem weird coz they are literal translations. In my mothertongue, they don’t sound ridiculas). Every woman is presented a gift from the groom this time.  😀
5. Haldi Ceremony: Next event was most IMP. The bride and groom seated side by side where all women applied termerichaldi(Haldi) to both of them. (See photo on left). I don’t know reason behind this event, may be I need to ask some very old grandma. But everyone thinks it as major event.
6. Now here comes a weird tradition. After Haldi, groom and bride take a bath with Haldi clothes on. Honour of pouring first mug of water is of the local barber in village. I never knew it tradition before because whenever I saw, I thought its local barber is our family pujarifriend or something thats why he is leading or helping. 😛
7. Marriage:Finally came the time of marriage. The Pujari (on right) announced that brides Mama(mother’s brother) and Grooms Mama should now bring them in. This announcement is so famous athat if  Pujari do not say it, we dont feel like being at wedding. And then answer to his announcement came from clouds. Lightning illuminated the place for a second followed by a thunderous sound. The rain was trying few drops when the couple was brought in the tent.
They stood facing each other, only separated by a white cloth held by two persons and some minutes. Two Mama’s stood behind their nephews. They had swords with a Lemon on tip in their hands. The Pujari then started singing lines called “Mangalashtaka”. Word is made from “mangal = good, holy” and “ashtaka = 8 liners”. So it means holy songs of 8 lines each ending with “Shubh Mangallllllllll Saaaawdhaaaaan……”. Rain decided to stay to see the marriage and ceremony continued and no one even tried to run for some cover. Everyone continued.
 At every chorus of ShubhMangalllll…., people threw(?) I mean poured coloured rice beans over the couple. The last song always contain last line as “Go celebrate do some firecrackers”. Earsplitting firecrackers are always blasted on perfect timing. One group of youngsters is dedicated to this.

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The couple was united for not just lifetime but for 7 birth-death cycles (as oer puranas).
9. The couple then put “Ful(flowers) Mala” (Somebody suggest english word for this) to each other. The groom put the necklase called “Mangal Sutra” (which is favorite subject of Hindi Movies) around p1p2bride’s neck.
10. Then other small traditional procedures continued which contained “Kanyadan” (meaning giving[leterally- donating] daughter to groom) and “Yadnya” (see link).
11. Finally after the feast, people headed back to homes. The crying event 😀 by mother and other women from bride’s side (now wife of my brother) went on for some time. We brought our brother and sister-in-law home with joy. Following night was for celebrating. The new married couple goes around the village sitting in a Horse Cart(with two horses and decorated like hell) in nightlamps carried by some people. The groups of celebrating people dance in front of them on rocking music by accompaining BAND. its called “Varat” in Marathi (language). Varat continues late at night. Women who were unable to attend wedding stop them and meet them. Everybody who meets them give blessings and couple visit every temple and Local God’s places.
The traditions continue next five days.
I guess my brother will be able to go to his first HM after that. 😀 He is not complaining though because he likes these traditions and so do I. May be I am going to do all these things in my wedding just for sake of our great “Sanskruti”.