C for Confusion
While teacing alphabets my mom taught me C for cat and I wondered why not K for Kat and in due Course of time, as I grew older I learnt a few more words in Life,
C-Choice
Chance
Challenge
Circumstances
Compromise and finally
Conclusion
But I haven’t come across any word which starts with letter C and connotes ambitions or dreams.
I thought hard, very hard, but not a single word came to my mind.
As a kid I dreamt of a world better than my childhood had to offer, a society where I could voice my opinion and live my way.
A Choice that I would make of Choosing my Centre, and then I got a Chance to correlate with my dreams and build a world I wanted to comprehend.
There began the journey at the age of 17, when I left home to pursue my dreams, catapulting my closely knit world with a Challenge to realise something which was distant to me, infact so distant that I used to get nightmares wondering where am I headed.
Every disappointment faced was an opportunity to learn and grow and signalling confirmation to my dreams that, yes I am still Clinging on and I want them to be real without any cascades.
But Life never moves the way we want it to speed up, the movement of centrifugal and centripetal forces always make it difficult to correlate our dreams with reality.
And the Conclusion is either to give up or listen to the connoisseur where would I head. But I believe there is no better judge than Oneself to chalk out his own grandeur plans and yes I had compromised earlier but now I’m where I think I should have Come earier.
May be, never late than never is all what I Can Conclude!
Ps: I like the C-catch and I hope no-one Copies it or tries to Correct me on my piece… and don’t Condemn that you read this!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Inspired By Johnny Cash
Life is like a blooming star
We don’t know how it surpasses the darkest hour
It’s the love in the air which keeps us awake
It’s the happiness on which we bask.
There’s been time when life was low,
Tomorrow it might be even hollow
But I know one thing that’s gonna be there
And its love my baby it’s the breeze of love
What is love if you wan me to define
It’s your smile, the strength of your shoulder and the deep eye
The burning fire, the pure desire to win when you fail
Will vanish, once you flow in the pool of love,
Love will keep us alive.
Even if you fight with me,
I still know in my heart, that after three pint
You will stink and sing, honey love will maketh our life.
We don’t know how it surpasses the darkest hour
It’s the love in the air which keeps us awake
It’s the happiness on which we bask.
There’s been time when life was low,
Tomorrow it might be even hollow
But I know one thing that’s gonna be there
And its love my baby it’s the breeze of love
What is love if you wan me to define
It’s your smile, the strength of your shoulder and the deep eye
The burning fire, the pure desire to win when you fail
Will vanish, once you flow in the pool of love,
Love will keep us alive.
Even if you fight with me,
I still know in my heart, that after three pint
You will stink and sing, honey love will maketh our life.
Netu...werz U?
Dearest netu,
How are you? I am not doing well for sometime. My blood pressure level has gone up and my stress levels continue to increase. The only reason being, I am not able to get in touch with you for past three days. I miss you more than my food, more than any of my beautiful possessions. You surpass the boundary of treasured ness as I cannot even imagine living without you.
Life without you is colourless, meaningless as I cannot meet the world without your presence and of course you are my sole reason of empowering knowledge and wisdom that you give more than my books or friends.
Whenever I am lonely you hold my hand and take me to a different world, where I meet people and befriend them. You play scribble and Mario with me till I am tired and my hands give up. You play my favourite songs in bounties as much as I could never possess in my collection.
The only reason of my high scores in exams, my reason of gazing into those worlds which otherwise I would never be able to see. You took me to meet amir khan to sir Mark Tully, you are a genius and I am so proud of the fact that you are mine.
I love you very much and always remember, without you my life is nonexistent. Its you who keeps my day ticking. Grow your horizons and with it make me your companion till eternity.
With love,
Your sweetheart forever,
Pooja.
PS= any guess to whom is this letter earmarked?
How are you? I am not doing well for sometime. My blood pressure level has gone up and my stress levels continue to increase. The only reason being, I am not able to get in touch with you for past three days. I miss you more than my food, more than any of my beautiful possessions. You surpass the boundary of treasured ness as I cannot even imagine living without you.
Life without you is colourless, meaningless as I cannot meet the world without your presence and of course you are my sole reason of empowering knowledge and wisdom that you give more than my books or friends.
Whenever I am lonely you hold my hand and take me to a different world, where I meet people and befriend them. You play scribble and Mario with me till I am tired and my hands give up. You play my favourite songs in bounties as much as I could never possess in my collection.
The only reason of my high scores in exams, my reason of gazing into those worlds which otherwise I would never be able to see. You took me to meet amir khan to sir Mark Tully, you are a genius and I am so proud of the fact that you are mine.
I love you very much and always remember, without you my life is nonexistent. Its you who keeps my day ticking. Grow your horizons and with it make me your companion till eternity.
With love,
Your sweetheart forever,
Pooja.
PS= any guess to whom is this letter earmarked?
Friday, August 1, 2008
snailing through
I am travelling to Egypt on August 3, 2008, my first international trip as a Journalist, and the feeling hasn’t sunk in yet. I sometimes wonder whether God or the third force as I like to call has held my hands to help me tread the path less treaded or is it like the dialogue from the movie Kung Fu Panda, we often meet our destiny on the path we try to avoid it!
As we grow in life our priorities change as Nirmal pointed to me during one of our discussions that, “as we grow we realise that at times what we believed was wrong or may not be wrong, its all about experiencing everything in life but gradually.”
I always made others believe that the only thing that is constant in life is change but personally when I gauge my coming of youth I realise that I have not been able to change.
People around me believe that perceptions change with time but my inability to walk with the changing pace has cost me a lot but on other hand it has given me the power to achieve what I wanted.
When I was in sixth standard my teacher asked me what I wanted to become, I thought hard, real hard and realised that I don’t want to become a doctor or an engineer because Ambarnath is full of these. Thus I decided to go through the dictionary and find a career which I thought nobody will be able to come up with, so next day I went in my class and profoundly said I want to become a Journalist! My teacher was dumbstruck and she asked me whether I knew what I was saying, I said of course I do and I will become one, one day.
Thus the seed was sown and rest the nurturing was done by Barkha Dutt, Rajdeep Sardesai, Arnab Goswami and to top it all Sir Mark Tully (he received knighthood when I was in tenth standard).
The grooming was difficult but then what is success unless faced with hardships…like the swan rearing to fly but tangled in seaweeds, I started speaking in english, my English teacher Ms. Esther Philips, told me that I speak English like the loafers standing at railway station.
Her cunning words have been the key ingredient of my dreams to be served well cooked.
She always thought I was a blot on the English literati of my school. So I decided to prove her wrong and began my journey by reading magazines like Gokulam, tinkle, and wisdom since sixth standard and held the newspaper from eighth grade, which my friends couldn’t even dream in their wildest dreams.
I owe my vocabulary improvement award to Times of India, india’s leading daily, which has been a phenomenal knowledge bank for me and my dad for keeping 24/7 news channels playing loud in our house.
I also realised most of my knowledge came from television, radio, newspapers than school books. And the day I realised this I stopped doing my home works followed by class work also. During my ninth and tenth standard I never made any social studies notebook, neither did I have any hindi note book. I believed that writing those paras would neither help me nor my sir, so better I didn’t attempt.
After tenth board exams my parents forced me to take up sciences, which I knew I would never be able to fare and after two years of coaxing I some how passed junior college and sighed relief. My parents were disappointed and disgusted I actually thought my father is going to disown me keeping in mind the fact that he is considered as one of the most intelligent chap at his workplace.
Finally it was time to decide where to head, and I decided to go ahead with the dream that initiated as an attempt to differ from the crowd and thus I got myself admitted at Somaiya college. Then began the journey of trials and tribulations, happiness and bounty of sorrow but nothing could deprive me from the goals that I had set for myself as a kid.
The day I wrote my last board exam at college I landed with my first job and today on my second job I have surpassed my own imaginations.
My father who always believed that going America is the only way to prove my intelligence is finally proud of the fact that I am the one who writes, uses brain for the benefit of others and helping the mass to understand what I know and fulfil their aspirations.
As we grow in life our priorities change as Nirmal pointed to me during one of our discussions that, “as we grow we realise that at times what we believed was wrong or may not be wrong, its all about experiencing everything in life but gradually.”
I always made others believe that the only thing that is constant in life is change but personally when I gauge my coming of youth I realise that I have not been able to change.
People around me believe that perceptions change with time but my inability to walk with the changing pace has cost me a lot but on other hand it has given me the power to achieve what I wanted.
When I was in sixth standard my teacher asked me what I wanted to become, I thought hard, real hard and realised that I don’t want to become a doctor or an engineer because Ambarnath is full of these. Thus I decided to go through the dictionary and find a career which I thought nobody will be able to come up with, so next day I went in my class and profoundly said I want to become a Journalist! My teacher was dumbstruck and she asked me whether I knew what I was saying, I said of course I do and I will become one, one day.
Thus the seed was sown and rest the nurturing was done by Barkha Dutt, Rajdeep Sardesai, Arnab Goswami and to top it all Sir Mark Tully (he received knighthood when I was in tenth standard).
The grooming was difficult but then what is success unless faced with hardships…like the swan rearing to fly but tangled in seaweeds, I started speaking in english, my English teacher Ms. Esther Philips, told me that I speak English like the loafers standing at railway station.
Her cunning words have been the key ingredient of my dreams to be served well cooked.
She always thought I was a blot on the English literati of my school. So I decided to prove her wrong and began my journey by reading magazines like Gokulam, tinkle, and wisdom since sixth standard and held the newspaper from eighth grade, which my friends couldn’t even dream in their wildest dreams.
I owe my vocabulary improvement award to Times of India, india’s leading daily, which has been a phenomenal knowledge bank for me and my dad for keeping 24/7 news channels playing loud in our house.
I also realised most of my knowledge came from television, radio, newspapers than school books. And the day I realised this I stopped doing my home works followed by class work also. During my ninth and tenth standard I never made any social studies notebook, neither did I have any hindi note book. I believed that writing those paras would neither help me nor my sir, so better I didn’t attempt.
After tenth board exams my parents forced me to take up sciences, which I knew I would never be able to fare and after two years of coaxing I some how passed junior college and sighed relief. My parents were disappointed and disgusted I actually thought my father is going to disown me keeping in mind the fact that he is considered as one of the most intelligent chap at his workplace.
Finally it was time to decide where to head, and I decided to go ahead with the dream that initiated as an attempt to differ from the crowd and thus I got myself admitted at Somaiya college. Then began the journey of trials and tribulations, happiness and bounty of sorrow but nothing could deprive me from the goals that I had set for myself as a kid.
The day I wrote my last board exam at college I landed with my first job and today on my second job I have surpassed my own imaginations.
My father who always believed that going America is the only way to prove my intelligence is finally proud of the fact that I am the one who writes, uses brain for the benefit of others and helping the mass to understand what I know and fulfil their aspirations.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
DNA Money Goes Water Rafting
13th July, 2008, Sunday, Kolad, water rafting, 14kms
Jhon Ruskin says, “remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; water, peacocks and lilies for instance.”
But I think Ruskin didn’t get the chance to live and work in Mumbai and realise how soothing it is to see these useless things amidst the crazy lives that we lead.
Last week during my evening coffee session when I prefer to hang around near Promit’s desk, Rabinda narrated his water rafting experience. I couldn’t exactly understand what he was trying to explain. Finally giving up his narration he googled (I guess it’s the only tool on earth which acts as Saviour for duhs like me ;)) and showed us a picture with 8 people wearing life jackets, helmets and chappu in their hands and standing on plastic boats I mean rafts..and water slashing all over them.
And here I was visualising the mountain dew ad, difficult is worth doing.
I had been a hydrophobic since childhood, infact my mom had kicked me out of the swimming pool when I was in sixth standard because I was drowning in knee deep water. So I never learnt swimming and I never went to water after that.
Thus I thought lets do it (actually the fear hadn’t sunk in when I saw the pics)
What more, I went to nirmal and then we all decided to go Water Rafting on Kundalika river at Kolad, 98 kms away from Mumbai, a three and a half hour journey only during the wee hours of morning.
So the plan was set, we were ten people, the rafting agencies said we need to do two weeks advance booking but we didn’t give up and finally Nirmal got our bookings done (He is DNA MONEY’s program manager).
The only constraint being we had to reach the destination before 8 am. Some of us decided to stay awake at office on Saturday night so that we can leave on time. Though Subhashish scared us when he said, “I am just going to leave” at 3.50 from Andheri, although I know I woke him up when he had picked the call at 3.45am. At 4 our hunk says his bike has ditched him (wow!He wanted to ride THAT bike till Kolad! it couldn’t even reach Kalina…correct?).
We picked him up from Mahim station, then khyati and her husband joined us at Sanpada..while we were waiting for them by the roadside, Subhashish and Nirmal started playing catch-catch with a cricket ball on the highway roadside (Dude, cant you stop showing off even at this hour?)
Finally we left with pappu cant dance sala as the background score (Rahman, PS: I Love You)
Ohh I forgot to introduce my “we”, it includes-Me, Promit (Big B), Nirmal, Tanvi, Khyati and her husta hua band (husband) Puneet, Kishore, Shubhashish, Joel and tan.d.journo’s friend Tanya (Tani, I actually thought Joel might initiate his attempt of impressing(AoI) by singing Dhani..oops tani, rey taaani..).
Anyways…our Qualis surpassed the polluted air and dirty black clouds of Mumbai and we entered the blissful world of lush green beauty. Cold breeze kissing our faces, welcoming us for an enchanting experience.
Elongated grasses covering the woods, fogs dancing over mountains and stream gushing through the rocks saying honey if there is a will there is a way! Man..i was amazed…nature not only gives me inspiration but also wakes up the sleeping mind, freshens those power packed ambitions to whom I say goodbye when in Mumbai.
I think I should get back to the main point..we reached the starting point, Shajey Village at 7.30 am and we spotted rafts..yeppyy..but the chinky guy wearing skin tight swim suit asked us to come back by 8.30 after breakfast.
Great we thought, but then in our search to trace a hotel for breakfast and dress changing, we surged kilometres ahead and finally stopped at a place where we saw an Omni parked and some guys sitting around.
After we parked our car we realised that these guys resembled the rowdy police guys who can keep going on raping women even during war! With desi rum in their hand at 7.30 and dancing on shamur’s “let the music play” I was actually waiting when the brawl would start. Thank god it didn’t, we had poha and these guys wore there rafting clothes and we again started for Shajey village.
We were the first to reach the destination so we fatafat wore our life jacket, helmet, took the chappu I mean rafting blades and there we were clicking photographs (missed u arcopol..actually missed ur camera!)
Then we heard a siren and my eyes started popping out…water started gushing, within a minute’s time the barren-rocky land was over flowing with water and horror struck me. I was shit scared.
Pawan, the head instructor stood on the raft and started explaining the nuances of rafting which we should remember when we are out there (I couldn’t understand anything as I was still reeling under my fear and how can he expect me to remember so many things at one go!)
Finally we took our raft on our shoulder and ran towards the stream and I was wondering do I want to do this? Then I thought yes! If I wouldn’t go for this today, I will never be able to do water sports which I cherish the most.
Here I was sitting in the front holding the ropes and nirmal and Puneet being the leading paddlers. Wow..we all were scared-what if we fall..the instructor said the lifejackets will save us and he would be there to take care! Assuring words, but nothing was helping me…
Pawan putra Jay Hanuman please come flying and save us when we drown… and there, the water putra Pawan shouted…Go Forward! These guys started paddling and I was tightly holding the rope and sitting in the front.
My work- only to watch the waves and be happy….
After some five minutes a huge rapid came and splashed on us ..hmm..but we didn’t fall off. Finally my fears were wading off and by the time it did, next big wave came and Nirmal was out of boat and he held my hand (duniya mey koi aur nahi mila?) and pulled me…but he didn’t realise that even though I look fat I am very easy to pull or push, so even I was going out of the raft. Finally I held the rope tight and shouted for promit..and then my darling bigB who was sitting just behind Nirmal realised that he needs to help us! Then Nirmal was again on board..how? water putra Pawan pulled him in.
Our encyclopaedia instructor then came up with some great one liners..like
Teeree meeree teere meeere dhum dhadakka, Hoo Haa Hoo Haaa..(Tanvi’s fav)
Yo Baby-Yo baby-Yo baby-Yo!(Nirmal’s fav)
Jai devi-Kundalika… (Joel kinds)
And throwing water on others rafts by head-faking… Crocodile.. sometimes..Blackcat..seasnake..he was a brilliant instructor.
Then came some heavy rapids..it was 3.5 he said…and for once he said inside, and everyone was inside the raft falling on each other.
Then we saw some people standing inside the raft we said even we want to do…being the best instructor he said we will do it.
When again huge rapids said hi! Pawan shouted stand on the raft and we were like..what? dude we cant stand normally and you want us to stand on the edges of the raft!
But being the crazy ones, we attempted!
First attempt promit and nirmal held each others hand and put another on my head..as I was still waiting to stand up and from other side Puneet and tani were holding my shoulder and I was like…u shrewd ones! Even I wana stand..atleast on the middle if not edges of the raft!
Then in the second attempt I don’t know but some how we all stood over the edges and held our hands together..it was so symbolic..it lasted just for a moment.. but that was a Kodak moment..
We did it together and that’s what we should learn, to hold each other through the toughest ride and we will pass with flying colours.
After that the waves were normal and this time Kishoreji saw someone diving from another raft and then I heard a splash..seconds later I see promit in the water swimming away to glory..Follwed by joel, subhashish, tanvi, puneet, khyati..and just 30 seconds later I am all alone on the raft waving them good byes..i was sure that I will never swim…and the next moment pawan threw me in the river….
And I just flapped my way back and started howling..Mammmmmaaaa….i mean that might be the only time in life I have shouted for mom so desperately!i actually visualised the swimming pool incident when I was a kid and my mom suddenly jumped in the pool when she saw me under water, my legs hanging up and head no where to be seen…
I shouted so badly that khyati and shubhahish came to rescue me and then Pawan took me up on board.
I saw Khyatii going again in the water and I followed her. After hanging to the raft rope I left it gradually and by the time I left the rope I was again scared. This time Promit came and shubhashish was behined me.
Take this: promit is swimming ahead and I am holding his shoe laces and trying to come up and subhashish holding my hand to come further…hilarious!just imagine and u will start laughing till u can..
Then we finally boarded the raft and started paddling and singing songs..we sang hindi, Punjabi, malyali, tamil, Bengali, marathi and English songs and reached the shore..ohh we even crossed a small tunnel…
One of my life’s most incredible and precious moment..i overcame fear…I simply proved to myself..Difficult is worth doing! Infact we all did something different..we realised we were the best, even though we started last we finished fourth.
We were the most innovative group and we were excellent together and that’s what rafting is all about.
Being a TeaM.
Rest in next blog!
Jhon Ruskin says, “remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; water, peacocks and lilies for instance.”
But I think Ruskin didn’t get the chance to live and work in Mumbai and realise how soothing it is to see these useless things amidst the crazy lives that we lead.
Last week during my evening coffee session when I prefer to hang around near Promit’s desk, Rabinda narrated his water rafting experience. I couldn’t exactly understand what he was trying to explain. Finally giving up his narration he googled (I guess it’s the only tool on earth which acts as Saviour for duhs like me ;)) and showed us a picture with 8 people wearing life jackets, helmets and chappu in their hands and standing on plastic boats I mean rafts..and water slashing all over them.
And here I was visualising the mountain dew ad, difficult is worth doing.
I had been a hydrophobic since childhood, infact my mom had kicked me out of the swimming pool when I was in sixth standard because I was drowning in knee deep water. So I never learnt swimming and I never went to water after that.
Thus I thought lets do it (actually the fear hadn’t sunk in when I saw the pics)
What more, I went to nirmal and then we all decided to go Water Rafting on Kundalika river at Kolad, 98 kms away from Mumbai, a three and a half hour journey only during the wee hours of morning.
So the plan was set, we were ten people, the rafting agencies said we need to do two weeks advance booking but we didn’t give up and finally Nirmal got our bookings done (He is DNA MONEY’s program manager).
The only constraint being we had to reach the destination before 8 am. Some of us decided to stay awake at office on Saturday night so that we can leave on time. Though Subhashish scared us when he said, “I am just going to leave” at 3.50 from Andheri, although I know I woke him up when he had picked the call at 3.45am. At 4 our hunk says his bike has ditched him (wow!He wanted to ride THAT bike till Kolad! it couldn’t even reach Kalina…correct?).
We picked him up from Mahim station, then khyati and her husband joined us at Sanpada..while we were waiting for them by the roadside, Subhashish and Nirmal started playing catch-catch with a cricket ball on the highway roadside (Dude, cant you stop showing off even at this hour?)
Finally we left with pappu cant dance sala as the background score (Rahman, PS: I Love You)
Ohh I forgot to introduce my “we”, it includes-Me, Promit (Big B), Nirmal, Tanvi, Khyati and her husta hua band (husband) Puneet, Kishore, Shubhashish, Joel and tan.d.journo’s friend Tanya (Tani, I actually thought Joel might initiate his attempt of impressing(AoI) by singing Dhani..oops tani, rey taaani..).
Anyways…our Qualis surpassed the polluted air and dirty black clouds of Mumbai and we entered the blissful world of lush green beauty. Cold breeze kissing our faces, welcoming us for an enchanting experience.
Elongated grasses covering the woods, fogs dancing over mountains and stream gushing through the rocks saying honey if there is a will there is a way! Man..i was amazed…nature not only gives me inspiration but also wakes up the sleeping mind, freshens those power packed ambitions to whom I say goodbye when in Mumbai.
I think I should get back to the main point..we reached the starting point, Shajey Village at 7.30 am and we spotted rafts..yeppyy..but the chinky guy wearing skin tight swim suit asked us to come back by 8.30 after breakfast.
Great we thought, but then in our search to trace a hotel for breakfast and dress changing, we surged kilometres ahead and finally stopped at a place where we saw an Omni parked and some guys sitting around.
After we parked our car we realised that these guys resembled the rowdy police guys who can keep going on raping women even during war! With desi rum in their hand at 7.30 and dancing on shamur’s “let the music play” I was actually waiting when the brawl would start. Thank god it didn’t, we had poha and these guys wore there rafting clothes and we again started for Shajey village.
We were the first to reach the destination so we fatafat wore our life jacket, helmet, took the chappu I mean rafting blades and there we were clicking photographs (missed u arcopol..actually missed ur camera!)
Then we heard a siren and my eyes started popping out…water started gushing, within a minute’s time the barren-rocky land was over flowing with water and horror struck me. I was shit scared.
Pawan, the head instructor stood on the raft and started explaining the nuances of rafting which we should remember when we are out there (I couldn’t understand anything as I was still reeling under my fear and how can he expect me to remember so many things at one go!)
Finally we took our raft on our shoulder and ran towards the stream and I was wondering do I want to do this? Then I thought yes! If I wouldn’t go for this today, I will never be able to do water sports which I cherish the most.
Here I was sitting in the front holding the ropes and nirmal and Puneet being the leading paddlers. Wow..we all were scared-what if we fall..the instructor said the lifejackets will save us and he would be there to take care! Assuring words, but nothing was helping me…
Pawan putra Jay Hanuman please come flying and save us when we drown… and there, the water putra Pawan shouted…Go Forward! These guys started paddling and I was tightly holding the rope and sitting in the front.
My work- only to watch the waves and be happy….
After some five minutes a huge rapid came and splashed on us ..hmm..but we didn’t fall off. Finally my fears were wading off and by the time it did, next big wave came and Nirmal was out of boat and he held my hand (duniya mey koi aur nahi mila?) and pulled me…but he didn’t realise that even though I look fat I am very easy to pull or push, so even I was going out of the raft. Finally I held the rope tight and shouted for promit..and then my darling bigB who was sitting just behind Nirmal realised that he needs to help us! Then Nirmal was again on board..how? water putra Pawan pulled him in.
Our encyclopaedia instructor then came up with some great one liners..like
Teeree meeree teere meeere dhum dhadakka, Hoo Haa Hoo Haaa..(Tanvi’s fav)
Yo Baby-Yo baby-Yo baby-Yo!(Nirmal’s fav)
Jai devi-Kundalika… (Joel kinds)
And throwing water on others rafts by head-faking… Crocodile.. sometimes..Blackcat..seasnake..he was a brilliant instructor.
Then came some heavy rapids..it was 3.5 he said…and for once he said inside, and everyone was inside the raft falling on each other.
Then we saw some people standing inside the raft we said even we want to do…being the best instructor he said we will do it.
When again huge rapids said hi! Pawan shouted stand on the raft and we were like..what? dude we cant stand normally and you want us to stand on the edges of the raft!
But being the crazy ones, we attempted!
First attempt promit and nirmal held each others hand and put another on my head..as I was still waiting to stand up and from other side Puneet and tani were holding my shoulder and I was like…u shrewd ones! Even I wana stand..atleast on the middle if not edges of the raft!
Then in the second attempt I don’t know but some how we all stood over the edges and held our hands together..it was so symbolic..it lasted just for a moment.. but that was a Kodak moment..
We did it together and that’s what we should learn, to hold each other through the toughest ride and we will pass with flying colours.
After that the waves were normal and this time Kishoreji saw someone diving from another raft and then I heard a splash..seconds later I see promit in the water swimming away to glory..Follwed by joel, subhashish, tanvi, puneet, khyati..and just 30 seconds later I am all alone on the raft waving them good byes..i was sure that I will never swim…and the next moment pawan threw me in the river….
And I just flapped my way back and started howling..Mammmmmaaaa….i mean that might be the only time in life I have shouted for mom so desperately!i actually visualised the swimming pool incident when I was a kid and my mom suddenly jumped in the pool when she saw me under water, my legs hanging up and head no where to be seen…
I shouted so badly that khyati and shubhahish came to rescue me and then Pawan took me up on board.
I saw Khyatii going again in the water and I followed her. After hanging to the raft rope I left it gradually and by the time I left the rope I was again scared. This time Promit came and shubhashish was behined me.
Take this: promit is swimming ahead and I am holding his shoe laces and trying to come up and subhashish holding my hand to come further…hilarious!just imagine and u will start laughing till u can..
Then we finally boarded the raft and started paddling and singing songs..we sang hindi, Punjabi, malyali, tamil, Bengali, marathi and English songs and reached the shore..ohh we even crossed a small tunnel…
One of my life’s most incredible and precious moment..i overcame fear…I simply proved to myself..Difficult is worth doing! Infact we all did something different..we realised we were the best, even though we started last we finished fourth.
We were the most innovative group and we were excellent together and that’s what rafting is all about.
Being a TeaM.
Rest in next blog!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Eki aamar shei kolkata
jekhaney bhor balay kori pronam shurjo key,
ganga bohey jaye nijer srotey
kheya paar lagaye majhi jey
aaj dekhi parkstreet thekey chandni
loker dhara bohey jaye aapon money
ganga bahey nijer taley
ami bhabi hoyran money
Eki amar shei kolkata?
Metro's elevator ae chodtey na parley
lokey baley shorey daran mashima
manusher kafilar eti nai
ami dadiye dekhi ei drishyo ta
aar bhabi, Eki aamar shei kolkata?
achey shei hawker aer daak
bechtey aakul badam bhaja aar alu chop
tai dekhey mon kadey
ejey shei amar kolkata
Bhanga rastay cycle-rickshaar daak
goli-goli mayer mondirer shankh
gach agochal protideek
bdir gaye trinamul are CPM aer cheekh
ei dekhey hridoy chatfat karey aar baley
ei toh amar shei kolkata
Hori kirton bajey loud speaker ae
pashey gaa-gaa karey dil liya rey
pather dharey fuchkar gadi
shei khujey pelam amar badi
shei shondha-shondha gandho
chok chalchal karey aar baley
Ei toh amar shei kolkata!
jekhaney bhor balay kori pronam shurjo key,
ganga bohey jaye nijer srotey
kheya paar lagaye majhi jey
aaj dekhi parkstreet thekey chandni
loker dhara bohey jaye aapon money
ganga bahey nijer taley
ami bhabi hoyran money
Eki amar shei kolkata?
Metro's elevator ae chodtey na parley
lokey baley shorey daran mashima
manusher kafilar eti nai
ami dadiye dekhi ei drishyo ta
aar bhabi, Eki aamar shei kolkata?
achey shei hawker aer daak
bechtey aakul badam bhaja aar alu chop
tai dekhey mon kadey
ejey shei amar kolkata
Bhanga rastay cycle-rickshaar daak
goli-goli mayer mondirer shankh
gach agochal protideek
bdir gaye trinamul are CPM aer cheekh
ei dekhey hridoy chatfat karey aar baley
ei toh amar shei kolkata
Hori kirton bajey loud speaker ae
pashey gaa-gaa karey dil liya rey
pather dharey fuchkar gadi
shei khujey pelam amar badi
shei shondha-shondha gandho
chok chalchal karey aar baley
Ei toh amar shei kolkata!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Traffic Signal
Life takes various turns without giving any prior notice. its comes as a whirlwind and keeps you in its wind till you accustom yourself to that situation and the moment you plan to say "ok !i fit this place!" you are thrown away in a different sea to face another facet of life.
Noone knows what tomorrow behold but yes one thing is for sure there is no control of one self on Destiny's Traffic Signal.
just clogged up to write anything, ciao...
Noone knows what tomorrow behold but yes one thing is for sure there is no control of one self on Destiny's Traffic Signal.
just clogged up to write anything, ciao...
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