And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
One day, a bench like this will be residing in my garden. I’ll have my morning coffee on it. That would be a time when I would have grown old, I will have kids and they would be somewhere in the world earning for their living. I won’t have the tension of projects, deadline, meetings etc., because by that time I would have retired.
I would often lie on the bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches romancing with the nature, till the time I could see moon and stars.
But for now, I have to run office, I’m getting late for a meeting and I also have a project deadline to meet.
P.S. This pic has been taken by me at Nandi Hills, Bangalore, Karnataka, India.
If it is true that
there are as many minds as there
are heads, then there are as many
kinds of love as there are hearts.
– Leo Tolstoy
Dr. Tirath S. Sehmbhi from Punjab, young, dynamic and 67. All I know about him is that he is in London for the past 45 years or may be more. He did his studies from Imperial College, London University. He works at my client’s site. I had heard a lot about him from my other colleagues who keep visiting the client’s site. Now that I am at the client’s site, I met him. When you see someone in the foreign land from the same country as you are from, you feel connected. I was also feeling connected to this Uncle and may be the uncle was also feeling the same. He is senior at the work place so ideally I should call him by his name i.e. Tirath or “Sir” but I call him uncle. He is not talkative but, yes, he has lot of stories to tell, and, sadly, no one to listen them. “I am more patriotic than anyone living in India”, his favourite dialogue, he keeps telling us. I have never questioned his patriotism and don’t have any intention to do that.
It’s my second week in Cambridge. I went office on my usual time. At lunch time, I asked him if he would join me. It has become a routine now to ask him. Without a fail he would reply, “Beta main to lunch ghar se laata hu”. Today he saw I didn’t have lunch with me he asked me before I could ask him, “Beta ji aapka lunch kidhar hai”. I told him I keep fast on Tuesdays, and, therefore I didn’t bring lunch with me. To which he asked me if I take fruits. I told him that I do take fruits but forgot to bring it today. He offered me his fruit bowl which he would take after his lunch daily. I was a little embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say him. I was quiet for a moment, then I said I had fruits in the morning, thanks anyway. On that he said “le lo beta, isi bahane mujhe yaad to karoge”.I took the fruit bowl, said thank you and I went.
Even if he had not offered his fruit bowl, then also, he would have been remembered always. It’s hard to forget someone that you know you’ll remember always. 🙂
Sardar ji Uncle will always be remembered for his kindness, stories and of course fruit bowl.
I am not a big fan of visiting museums or art gallery. So, Madame Tussauds museum was never on the list despite the fact that, its a wax museum with branches in a number of cities. My colleague wanted to visit this museum and I did not. But I decided to visit this museum because of my colleague’s sake. The wax figure of Indian film stars are not much similar to them so I was little disappointed. But, the 3D movie show and the spirit of London show was the main attraction for me. And if I happen to visit this museum again, I would be seeing 3D movie and taking the spirit of London ride only.
The spirit of London ride is the journey of London’s history. One has to hop into the London’s infamous black cab, and witness the historical, cultural event which are responsible for its growth into one of the leading cities of the world.
P.S.: All the pics have been clicked by me
A very dear friend of mine had said once that if you want to get into photography, start with your mobile and explore each and every feature of that. At one point you will feel that your phone has limitation and then you go for a DSLR. After exploring my phone’s camera for the two and a half year, finally i’m a proud owner of Canon 700D.
P.S. Pics clicked before this post, are from my mobile iPhone 5c.
There is something about moon that attracts me towards it. I find moon super romantic. I feel it has a story to narrate. Millions of people talk to moon about their dreams and wishes. Moon keeps our secrets. It watches us from far, notices the change in us and never complains about it. I can spend all my night (in fact have spent most of my nights) talking to moon without getting bored. Moon knows all my secrets. It knows when I’m happy and when I’m sad. It knows the reason of my teary eyes and sleepless nights. And i know, it wont betray me. It will keep my secrets till i die and after that too.
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. *Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.*
-from the novel “Shatter me”
“When I shop, the world gets better, and the world is better, but then it’s not, and i need to do it again.“
Everytime I do the shopping I feel the same. Shopping makes me happy, actually, super happy. Leaving Mumbai and coming to Bangalore was a great pain. I would compare each and everything between Bangalore and Mumbai, and make myself feel sad. Initial few days went in comparison. But then slowly I started accepting this place too. Yes! Because life has to move on (*the cliche dialogue*). I missed Mumbai for anything and everything (this will be covered probably in my next post).
Here, in Bangalore, the first question asked from an outsider (female) is “Have you been to commercial street?” After being asked by many people (including colleagues, friends, acquaintances), I decided to visit this so called *street*. Since I was just few days old in the city, I asked one of my college friends, Smita (the one with whom I went to Marine drive in Mumbai, yes yes she is in Bangalore 😀 ) to take me there. As being a good friend of mine, she fulfilled my wish and took me to the commercial street. But, that day I couldn’t enjoy my visit to this *street*.
For a shopaholic like me, fancy stores never attracts me. It has to be either online shopping or the roadside market or anything of mom dad’s choice (trust me their choices are better than mine 🙂 ). Next time I went with a colleague-turned-goodfriend. But we were so tired that it was like a walk rather than shopping/window shopping. Few days (actually months) later I got a chance to visit this *street* again, this time with my roommate and her cousin (who had come from chennai during flood).
So we started our journey in a non-ac bus. We spent 2 hrs in bus standing because we didn’t get any seat. But none of us were tired as we were excited for shopping ❤ . Finally we reached our destination. We started our shopping with earrings. I love earrings whether it be earstuds or jhumkaas. The one thing about shopping is one should know how to bargain and the irony is I don’t know the bargaining part. We went to the next shop. It had bangles, all kind of bangles. I love bangles (specially glass bangles) but not in my hands. I can spend a whole day in a bangle shop if all the bangles are made up of kaanch (glass). But the shop I had been to had metal bangles and wooden bangles. Such bangles doesn’t attract me at all. My roommate and her cousin bought bangles. I was just looking at the bangles.
Since it’s christmas time, shops were decorated with christmas bells, wind chimes having christmas bells, christmas tree, and what not. All of us stood in front of a shop having all these stuff. Christmas has always been special and dreamy for me. Special because I remember watching “The Polar Express” every christmas eve with darling sister. Even now, we make sure that we watch that movie every christmas eve. I wish to live that movie every time I watch it.
Anyway, coming back from my special and dreamy part of christmas, me and my roommate decided to decorate our room. From there , we went to another shop. It was for handbags. We all bought sexy handbags for ourselves. We did nice bargaining (the two sisters did bargaining for me as well).
All these shopping/window shopping were tiring and we wanted to stuff our stomach with something nice. We encountered one shop “Chetti’s Corner“. They had good snacks. We were attracted towards the “twistato“. I had never heard of this. All of us wanted to try this twistato. It’s nothing but fried twisted potato. And it was yummy.
While returning we encountered one temple near St. Mary’s Basilica. I like the architecture of the temples here in south. They have small idols over the temple. After all the shopping and wandering, we came back to our room, tired and tired and tired. But, over all, I had a nice time after a long time.
P.S: This post is my experience of commercial street and not what to buy and not to buy also, where to buy and where not. All pics have been clicked by me, copyright reserved.
Marine drive happens to be my favourite place in Mumbai. My first visit to marine drive was in the year 2011, Dec 22nd. I had been there with bhaiya and his best friend Rohit bhaiya. Both of them were busy talking and I was getting bored. I could not enjoy the beauty of marine drive that day because it was dark and i couldn’t see the water. I wanted to get down and put my legs in the water. But bhaiya didn’t allow me :-|.
Second time I visited this place with my college friend Smita in the year 2012, Dec 24th. Smita and I were not great friends back in college. Now we are good friends but still not great friends 🙂 So Smita came mumbai to visit his uncle. And so we met. She asked me to take her to marine drive. Last time I had been to marine drive was exactly a year ago. So I was confident enough to take her to marine drive. But then I didn’t remember which station we had to get down at. I was trying to recall which station we got down last year for marine drive. Okay I know for someone who is living in mumbai, it shouldn’t be a big deal. But it was for me as I was just seven months old in mumbai. Anyway, we (Smita and I) took the local from Goregaon. We were talking and gossiping in the train. And we got down at the station called “Marine lines”. I thought this is the place where marine drive is and obviously I was wrong. To go marine drive one has to get down at churchgate and from there one can walk or take taxi. We came out of the local station and we could see the sea. And so I assumed it to be Marine drive. But then that’s not where we ended up. I wanted to take her to Nariman point, exactly the same place where bhaiya took me last year. But we could hardly see Nariman point so we started walking. Yes we did! And we walked some 3 kms in search of Nariman point :-P. It took us some 30 mins to reach the destination and by the time we reached there we were tired. Both of us were happy to be there. We got down, she started playing with water, we asked one of the guy to click us. We were there for an hour and then we came back.
Third time I visited this place with my grad friend Ankita. This time I made sure I get down at right station and I don’t repeat the same mistake. 🙂