Best year of My life - 2010

An exciting year draws to and eventful close:

I think I had everything this year. January gave me this feeling that 2010 is going to be great and this will definitely be till now the most memorable year in my life. I had an exciting January with the Mumbai marathon, a boring February with books, a anxious March and April because of approaching exams, a pictorial and fun-filled June and July in college activities, A little sad and a lonely August, a disturbing yet a curious and confusing pre October, an anxious post October and November, and second half of November and December have been the really the best days of my life except for some minor depressing glitches.

As I watch this year go by and as I see the year ahead.. its going to be definitely one of the most important years of my life.. With my graduation year ahead, my send off from my second home – Podar,  my last year in a protective and loving office, its going to be painful yet path changing

      

The Social Network

i dont think i have ever come across a movie like this. i was so engrossed into the movie that when the credits for the movie came in the end , i was like shit this shouldnt end man.

i wanted it to go on and on. mark aka jesse is awesome so are the other charecters but what one must remember is that the director&producer of the movie is one great story teller.. and yes justin timberlake can act...

you must catch this one guys... without fail...

PS: just out of one more round of exams... not that great but some respite for the coming months. we have some great things coming up ahead. i ll fill you in with them soon!

Watch out for…

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Watch out for…

A future Leader in Adi Thackeray? And a present Teacher in Dr Welukar?

The idea that the principal of my school writing a negative remark in my school handbook would terrify me as I would think about their implications at home and the reward that I ll receive from my parents. Imagine your college principal writing to the entire city what a pathetic student you are and he being disappointed by your Hitler-style-behavior of burning books. My parents would have hammered me but wait hold your breath, The Thackerays would have patted Adi’s back and said, “Well done, shabaas we are so proud of you!”.

Descending from a family of power, sorry actually inheriting the trouble-making-power, one more Trouble sorry Thackeray entered the scene. (The T sound gives me pronunciation problems at times) I fail to understand why he can’t think differently? Hasn’t he noticed that the educated hate Shiv Sena? Hasn’t he noticed that the people have progressed while his party is still stuck to their stagnant criminal idiologies from 1966? Guys, you need to change :P

There are still some questions which the common man would like him to answer!

•  Don’t you come from an Indian family which respects books and more so worship it? Dint you think about this while you burnt books?

As you go on burning more and more books to raise some unwanted negative publicity for yourself and your party, try and look back to what you have done. Try for some remorse! I m pretty sure as copies are burnt down in tens, hundreds and thousands, are you so stupid enough not to understand that you are creating more curiosity and more advertisement for the book! Two positives -  that I can see from this criminal act of yours!

1.      Rohinton Mistry will go on adding some more thousands and lakhs to his bank account benefiting from your campaign and the normal human tendency of curiosity-induced-buying.

2.      People all over the world will realize that the soon-to-be-best-seller book potrays the truth how shiv sena is brewing trouble right from 1966 on petty issues which they claim to be untrue but still get largely affected by it!

My teacher had once told me. “Every human being is entitled to be stupid. But some people are idiots to abuse it!”

• Your family has a weird idea of gaining publicity. Your grandpa used to visit the jail. Your father takes helicopter rides around the state to click photos. And I must say that you have very well entered the league of doing something unusual right from the word GO. Dint it occur to you that instead of getting so much negative publicity, you could have used your name & power & resources by helping the needy, feeding the hungry or teaching the illiterate? You could have at least gained some respect but I think thats against your family tradition. As of now you have even lost the respect of authors, poets, bloggers and even the common man who appreciated your poetry!

You are heading the youth wing i.e. you are going to be portrayed as leader of tomorrow! We want a leader who understand the power bestowed on him, a leader who knows that power brings great responsibility, a leader who works to gain respect and love by doing justice to this responsibility. A leader who has a vision of the future which is not limited for the next 5 years of re-election. A leader who can prioritize and move ahead with times.

As for our Vice-Chancellor words fail to find me. All I can say is that there are only two possibilities:

·         1.Giving due respect to his credits, degrees & a doctorate, achievements over the years, he has reacted as if he has reached a stage of  professional incompetency!

OR

·         2.He was under such immense political pressure that he had to work overnight, read all rules and regulations of the university and find a rule never used in the history of our 153 years old university! Quite a task, Sir!

With such extra-ordinary trust that I have on the Thackeray khaandan, I think the second is more befitting!

Enjoy your Sunday Adi Thackeray.. Try for some remorse.

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Beauty - My eyes behold!

One life-insurance commercial says “Life can surprise you”. With the tagline ‘Be Equipped’. But this is in my case happens with beauty around me. It’s not just nature but even girls :P

But wait hold, on this is what humans and not just guys are weak in. When there is beauty around you how many can control their feelings? Try to think what you thought when you had been to a vacation at a scenic place? Yes you were all smiling astonished and saying “Oh fuck. Holy shit!” But what was the thought process involved? You really never know. I try and think so many times while traveling back after such experiences. An hour on the Queens necklace, At one of the peeks of Sahyadris overlooking the lush green valleys, at Jaiselmer’s sand dunes overlooking the deserts to Pakistan, at the beaches of Goa, in the Alphonso mango fields of Ratnagiri, At tea feildsin Mangalore… I have tried hard to think what I was thinking about. But have usually failed.. A poetic phrase often heard “enthralled by beauty”

Life - Nature can surprise you…

Same is the case with girls. The ladies coach is generally in front of the Gents first class. And it happens with so many guys that once girls get down and a beauty catches your eye. Your eyes will follow her till either the train moves outside the station or she goes out of sight whichever earlier. But wait let any reader not misunderstand this as ‘chamdigiri’ of the guys. Bcoz it was a girl writing this, there would have definitely been another example J And no one can again recollect what makes our eyes involuntarily follow her is not lust or love at first sight but just that our eyes behold beauty!

I know this is weird stuff..

But I think things are so. So next time. Remember: Life can surprise you be EQUIPPED

confessions of a mr hide....

i met this fellow in my dreams....

its difficult remembering the dreams but its a gist of his dialogues what i write here:

"i have so many friends but why is it that i have to talk to you. why is it that there is only a few who can actually look into my eyes and respect my confessions. i am one of the best sons, the best friend and the best disciple. even then when sorrow grips me it shakes me away. my roots get damaged. i turn into a creeper. i see a tree and want to be like that one. i sway with the wind and get carried away. i do stuff which i never would. i fail to realize the very purpose of my existense. friends joke that i m a waste of human resources. but i misreably feel like one."


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Trapped in a cage

Pondering in rage

The freedom it longs for

The freedom it looks for

It plans to escape

But its conscience awakes

It’s tortured all night

With chains controlling its might

The heart is strangled with fire

The mind is lost in desire

A light far away shines dimly

It’s the only hope precariously

Soon the sun shines outside the enclosed room

The bird chirps outside the dark room

Voice fails to escape the stitched lips

As the throat craves for a few sips

Trapped in a cage

Pondering in rage

The freedom it longs for

The freedom it looks for

It plans to escape

But its conscience awakes

Confused for what its made for

Bewildered for what it longs for

For outsiders it=lush green mellows

But inside it burns up in smokes

It  wants no sympathy

But only a little empathy

As life gives some jolts galore

Dropping the burnt ashes to the floor

It waits for someone to butt it away

So that it goes far away

To end the pain in the cell

To die under the pastor’s bell

Then he wakes to the alarm bell

To end a life of dreams trapped in cage

The freedom it longs for

The freedom it looks for

It plans to escape

But its conscience awakes

My First Failure

Some verses that rhymed in me when i stumbled across my first failure..

My First Failure

Experienced it with a thud

It came from a single beep

Left me a shocked, a broken bud

For there was no leap

Of joy but crest fallen hearts

As a thought I couldn't accept in

As a reality which didn't seep in

Never my imagination brought me here

Never visited in nightmares here

Failure, they say

The stepping stone to success

But who knows what it takes

To stand below these dreadful steps

To travel that booky past

I don't fear hardwork

I don't fear the world talks

But I fear my conscience, my failure

As a thought I couldn't accept in

As a reality which didn't seep in

Never my imagination brought me here

Never visited in nightmares here

But still today, I stand here

And now I have nothing to fear

With experience and a shattered confidence

Each leg on either side of the Inter fence

I ll be here for the next half year

But I hope the rainbow is definitely near

I don't want the conscious tag

I don't want this heavy guilty emotional bag

I ll move ahead and ahead in some time

And then we'll together dine!

For now we have a fable,

A fable of half-handshakes

A fable of half-hugs

A fable of half-pedhas et all

For this thought I cant accept in

For this reality which doesn't seep in

Never my imagination brought me here

Never visited in nightmares here!

adiós,
mp aka pv  

The Mumbai Marathon 2011

The Race to the Start Line has Begun

When Mumbai ran this year on the 17th January for the Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon 2010 and Every Mumbaikar ran not for himself but for some other Mumbaikar, you might have watched from your comfortable sofa sets as to how each participant contributed to the Nation. For those ignorant of facts and figures let me elaborate. The 7th Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon (SCMM) started at the crack of dawn with thousands out there in the streets of Mumbai : not just participants but also the men, women and children cheering and motivating all participants. This event representing each individual running for their cause is undoubtedly one of Asia's largest philanthropic event.

Though I have been entrusted of motivating maximum articles to join the Gokhale & Sathe Contingent for The SCMM 2011, I thought a mere mail on the group cannot encapsulate the myriad range of feelings that one encountered while at this carnival. Still I feel that, there were three defining moments in my entire half marathon: One, the energy and enthusiasm of the participants at the starting line gave our hearts quite a hike. Second: the shouts of fellow participants: "Bharat Mata ki Jai" on the stunning and mighty Bandra-Worli Sea Link gave me added energy and the view of the rising sun from the city landscape was so beautiful that Rahul Sir decided to 'just' walk the entire sea link as he wanted to spend a long time on that engineering beauty. Third: Approaching the finish line and crossing it is another experience.My legs were literally going away. My toes were starting to turn inwards, my calf starting to bend backwards and my thighs unable to sustain any more body weight. But the energy which people cheering you from the roadside gives you is unimaginable. With that I sprinted my way to the finish line and heaved a great sigh of relief to have completed my first Half Marathon.

It is really a big appreciative effort on part of the populace to turn up to attend events like this and make their august presence felt and make Mumbai known for what is famous the world over. – For its welcoming hands and open heart. At the end when I was sitting alongside my parents at the Azad Maidan, I thought over it, "This was my Marathon.. and I lived, loved and cherished each kilometer of it..."And I decided that I would come back again to participate next year...

BE a part of The SCMM 2011.. The race to be there at the Start Line has begun.. For more details visit the link http://www.procamru nning.in/ scmm/

In the end it went right!

I had planned it over the summer.. Set up a team of like minded friends and batch-mates.. We were pretty comfortable with the nature trail planned out a week ago..

But come tuesday before the trail on sunday we were in a fix. Students enrolling for the programme were increasing by the day. We dint close down the entry as we wanted all to learn and have fun. Come thursday, we were had to cancel our partnership with Trailblazers as there was some misunderstanding in the terms of agreement. So we were in a state where we had no fixed transport agent and nor any guide in the forest area.

Friday the picture was changed. We had guides and we had a transport company. Everything was in place and we were pretty healthy financially also. But then on Saturday, the rain had a field day. there was water logging everywhere. It rained the entire day and I had a tough time getting back home on Kavish Jain's bike. Though he did a marvellous job of riding through waterlogged streets.

It was drizzling at about 9pm when i started getting frantic calls from students and even our teacher.
"Are we going tomorrow?".. I gave a standard answer to alteast 50 callers : "its too early to call it off. if it continues to rain through the night i ll sms everyone that its cancelled."

I slept early after watching the Arg vs Ger match. Woke up by a call at 3:30am. somebody asking.. " hey dude are we going today ? " ...I was so mind fucked that i said yes and cut the call..

It was safe to go. No flooding along the course to karnala.. At 4:30am I called up the bus driver who was to reach Malad at 5. he said he was sleeping and he ll be coming only by 6.! i was like WTF! After arguing and calling his owner he made it by 5:15am.

Another shocker.. due to pressure inside the bus at night the side glass of our bus had broken and the 4 seats were drenched with rain water. And then again it started raining. More calls. Same Question but a different answer. "We are reaching college in 30 mins!". Once in college, slowly students started coming in and in the end we had 10 people losing out for reasons better known to them.. But as for the remaining it was great fun .. excellent pictures and full on dhamal.!