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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A Happy Birthday post :-)

Today I turned 25. Twenty five!! I have a tradition of writing happy birthday posts every year. This time I am writing this post from my android mobile.. something I planned on my last birthday.

Right now I am sitting at my home in Karad, writing this post. It’s cloudy out there with occasional rain. Mom is planning about cooking somethingi like but I am going to tell her to make something simple.

As usual I have made some resolutions. They hance been on my mind for long time so they are not really birthday resolutions. But today is good day to get started.

Life has been good so far. There were some ups and downs and setbacks. But it really doesn’t matter. Because everything works out fine in the end. I don’t really have a solid goal for my life yet. I know a lot of idealistic people do insist on having a goal set and all that. But I am gonna play it my own way and not the way books tell us.

Anyway, got a surprise gift from my best friend y’day… Also had a great lunch with friends at famous hotel Jagat Bhari Kolhapuri (again). Came home early, spent time with dad, just me and him…it’s been nice birthday weekend so far.

Happy birthday to me. 🙂

I fly

I just wrote a poem. Yes… not that it is any good.
But I am happy I wrote it.
Its been long since my last poem.
There were days when I used to think of writing a lot of poems and I had written few also (in Marathi).
Then somehow I stopped writing them and after a few years I completely forgot about it.

And today, while posting a pic on my photoblog, I searched for something to post along with it, something that suited my view of the photo, and I could not find anything. So went ahead and wrote it myself. I hope at least someone likes it. Someone who inspires me every moment of my life. 🙂

Here is the link to that post: I fly

:) A Happy Birthday Post :)

I can never understand why do we need something like a new year or a birthday to make ourselves serious enough to have look at the life seriously?

Seriously, why? 😀

Last year, on same day, I wrote this post. And a year before that I wrote this post.

This time, I actually do not have anything to write. Yesterday, in the evening, I was suddenly feeling like running away to someplace where people do not know its my birthday. Or some place where people will never bother any birthdays. May be it has something to do with recent changes in my life. 😛 Or may be it was just a plain burst of stupidity…  😀

So I overcame the stupid feeling of running away and ran away from my office instead. 😀 I went home, sat, ate and slept only to be woken at 12 AM to face a perfectly aimed kick at my ass. I was spared of any pain by help of the cushioning effect…….

Anyways, birthday bumps were supplied in numbers and next moment I found myself trying to blow out the so-called stupid stubborn magic candles. They gave me a hard time.  🙄  I finally pulled them off the cake and literally crushed them. Still one of it ignited itself again. 😀 After cutting, the Cake was smeared at all possible places and nobody bothered to feed me some of it in the end (I had to help myself,  don’t know why 😉 ).

And finally the gift. My roomies gave me the laptop cooling pad. It’s a perfect gift for me. 🙂

And this is me in my cousin brother’s  marriage. And why this photo is here? Well, its my blog, isn’t it? (and some people wanted to see a recent pic of mine 😉 )

Ohh I forgot one thing….. Happy Birthday to ME  🙂  🙂  🙂  😀  😀  😀

Why everyone in the world needs something like

:) A Happy Birthday Post!!! :)

Its my birthday today!!!

23 years ago, it was raining cats and dogs (and even elephants 😀 ) and my dad was standing with his friends at a small hospital in a small village, drinking tea and discussing Raj Kapoor and his movies. His face was bright with a great smile. A few moments later, a women, a nurse probably, came out of the operation room and informed him of my birth. 🙂 Birth of a great personality, a boy who will do something that will make him proud. Someday. I was crying and crying and everyone was rejoicing out there. 😀 Poor me, had I known everybody was going to rush IN to *see* me, I would have stopped crying instantly. 😛 😀

Few years later, when I was old enough to kick my elder brother down from the bed (he was 2.5yrs old then), my first birthday was celebrated. And you can see that how troubled I was because of people trying to kiss me, pull my cheeks, trying to make me laugh, trying to lift me 😀 or simply trying to shake my tiny hand!! 😀

Last year, I wrote this post on my birthday.

Lesson of Life

(Just a nice forward email.... credits to whoever created this)

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.

The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they all were right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.

Moral:

Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

Don’t judge life by one difficult season.

Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later…….

WTF

Caution: Stupid post follows. May not make any sense at all.

I wrote a long serious post. A good post in many ways as I had vented out many things I held back from many days. And then I clicked save draft and everything vanished. WTF.

I am feeling very very #$@%@#&^$!@*!%# now. Few moments before, I was feeling nice. Venting out something that has been pissing you off for long feels good. Not that I had written much sensible post. But still it was a relief. But the moment everything vanished from editor, I felt a surge of anger blinding my vision.

Never before, even once, I forgot to take backup of whatever I have written before hitting publish or save draft button. But today, I forgot. And I am unable to recreate it. I don’t know why but I cant recall a line of it.

Well. Thats life. I wrote a long post cursing life, myself and again life. May be thats why it happened.

I don’t know what it means. But it did nothing but made me more angry, pissed off etc.

Bah.

Addictions

Have you ever tried using StumbleUpon ?

Its damn addictive!!

Addiction is a strong word. Its the word which changed lifes of two people. Well, not exactly…. but this is what they said to each other….”.. its becoming an addiction….” and then it really became an addiction for lifetime.

Am I making sense? No? Oops!! Someday, I will elaborate about it. Till then your guess is as perfect as anybody else’s.

Just try that stumbleupon once, I doubt there will be very few people in the world who won’t like it.

Cheers

Life, Plans, Mess, God, Dad

There is nothing more irritating than not being able to blog regularly. Twitter gave me some relief and now I think I am starting to get addicted to it. But still I haven’t forgotten I have a blog here.

Yesterday, while looking in my bookshelf, I found a small notebook which I instantly recognized as One of my failed attempts of daily diary. I have written only 4-5 time since I purchased it 6 months ago 😀
Anyway, I sat down and read through. Last entry was incomplete and I remembered why it was so. On previous day to last entry, I had listed things I can do but I don’t, things I should do but I don’t and Things I can learn to do.

And then I realized what a fool I am. One day, in bad patch of my life I wrote down most useful things I have ever written or thought of and I was foolish enough to forget them next day and keep the list incomplete.
Now things have changed, little storm is gone and I am buried in heaps of work. I have plan, list of things to do, to learn and I have little or no time for them. My life boat is sailing towards a bright but entirely unexpected future. Its good, I know, but its not what wanted or planned….

May be, now on, I should plan the plan’s execution plan and execute it for sure.

hey God, I know (and I thank you for) you always ‘tweaked, pushed, adjusted, made available, routed and what more’ things for me or say you gave me chance and I always (read: never) used it fully (my mistake)……
But still I am your child and keep an eye on me as always, because I need you more than I ever did as I have messed many things in my life(like this sentence).

My Dad says there is no mess in my life yet, its just a start of the show. God, don’t listen to him, okay?

errr Hello?

Few days ago, when I was in very very bad mood, I got a call from an unknown number. I said Hello…. then Hello again….. but no sound except just some shuffling of something came from other end. Fuming I cut the call and continued sulking in bad mood. In a minute or so, same number called again and same thing followed. I usually don’t like blank calls especially when I am pissed off already. He called once again and I directly cut the call. He kept calling again and again but I did not budge.
Finally he stopped and sent a SMS. It read

“why you not pick my phone. I miss you dear. love you”

I burst laughing after reading this message and showed everyone around me. In few minutes, 7 people were laughing their *** off at this SMS. The poor caller really thought that a Love you-miss you SMS from unknown number will do the trick. I replied by SMS

“Ohh dear, pity yourself. I thought you know me but reading your sms I am sure you hardly know me. NOW, stop this nonsense, I am already in bad mood SO don’t try my TOLERANCE”.

He didn’t call until evening. But at 10.10 pm (After Airtel Happy Hours Start), he called again and I thought of giving him a chance: This time somebody said Hello before me.

Me: Hello, who is this?
Caller: Hello…
Me: (politely) Can I know who is there?
Caller: Hello… (I suspected faked voice)
Me: (in my Mother tongue) Look you, I don’t have time for stupid jokes, tell me who are you?
Caller: Who do you want?
Me: (pissed off) Hello mister whoever you are, I didn’t call you, so tell me who you are or go to hell!!! (my colleagues stopped talking and looked at me)
Caller: You tell me who you want?
Me: (in mind #$#$@@#$%%) Look, whoever you are, you called at wrong time. I am already pissed off and in very bad mood. So if you know me, tell NOW, otherwise…. (I suppressed bad words)

Caller: errr (Cuts the call)

To improve my mood I called a friend. While I was on call, the unknown caller kept calling me continuously. I put on handsfree and kept my finger on busy End Cal button. When I did talking with my different friends, before sleeping I saw the count of calls he tried. it was 48!!!! WTF!!!

I saved the number with name BLACK and told my rommies that if its number called BLOCK, don’t answer it. Now, you might say it was harsh and someone was probably playing a prank on me. If you really think so, then read my last post. I was in such a bad mental condition and stressed that I wanted peace and nothing else. If this was any old friend and knew me well, he should have realised the plea in my voice when I told him I am in bad condition. (Remember I talked in Marathi).

Because of this incident, I remembered one point of my personality which is both good and bad. When something hits my brain, I take a decision. A decision which is very hard to change or alter. So if someone *goes in my head* (in marathi Dokyat Jane), then consider him/her dead 😀

Anyway, this person called me after a week or so and I wasn’t in that bad condition so I picked up.

He: Who is this?
Me: Sudarshan
He: 9may be again in pranking mood) Who Sudarshan???
Me: LIsten bro, its my greatness that I picked up your call, so talk to the point. What do you want?
He: Is this Sharad?
Me: I don’t rememeber anybody calling me Sharad, I will let you know if someone does.
He: Ohh…. (probably he didn’t expect me to be talking in English 😀 )
Me: Anything else?
He: errr (still dumbfounded I guess)
Me: Fine, Bye, Have a NICE Day

😀 😀 😀

Tha story doesn’t end here, I know he will call again. But, even if he is my some old forgotten friend, I don’t care. We are not children anymore, we are professionals. I have my life problems, and my friends help me to get out of it, not make it worse. And jokes have their limits. So anybody thinks I am arrogant, then please look in the mirror first!!!

Cheers
Suda

P.S> I have Confessions Revisited 2 ready in drafts,  but I have some better theme for it…. so for now you have to wait for it.