lovely Colorful Rug makes any room Brighter
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
To Daddy With Love
Daddy you have been the pillar of my life
to hold me, catch me whenever I fall
You held my hand, took baby steps with me,
and when it was time you held my hand again and again, walked with me with my many firsts
first day at school, during my exams, sports day, picinic day, graduation day, walking down
the aisle and even when I had my first darling daughter you were right beside me.
You can always make me smile
Even when I am mad at you
You have always been there through all my happy and hard times
You held n hugged me when I Cried
You scolded me when I was wrong
Your head held high when I succeed
& You show faith in me when I Fail
You always say No at first but then agree to all my wants
You treat me like a little girl whose 3 even when she is 30 with the same love, affection
and concern
More than anything else you always believed in me
You are my friend, my hero, my guide, a comedian and above all My Daddy who will never give
up on me!
P.S : Not only on Father's day but everyday I love you Heaps Daddy!
With Love
to hold me, catch me whenever I fall
You held my hand, took baby steps with me,
and when it was time you held my hand again and again, walked with me with my many firsts
first day at school, during my exams, sports day, picinic day, graduation day, walking down
the aisle and even when I had my first darling daughter you were right beside me.
You can always make me smile
Even when I am mad at you
You have always been there through all my happy and hard times
You held n hugged me when I Cried
You scolded me when I was wrong
Your head held high when I succeed
& You show faith in me when I Fail
You always say No at first but then agree to all my wants
You treat me like a little girl whose 3 even when she is 30 with the same love, affection
and concern
More than anything else you always believed in me
You are my friend, my hero, my guide, a comedian and above all My Daddy who will never give
up on me!
P.S : Not only on Father's day but everyday I love you Heaps Daddy!
With Love
Friday, August 10, 2012
Mumbai My Muse, My Love, My Addiction!
I am Mumbai
The city of dreams
The city that never sleeps
I have my own culture
I have formed my own tradition
I am Mumbai the city of dreams
People dwell on me
Here they thrive
Here they shine
Here they dare to dream
I am Mumbai the city of dreams
From street vendors
To street food
From murmuring traffic to twinkling cars
From multi-millionaires to movie stars.
I have it all
I am Mumbai the city of dreams
Where Crowded trains are almost on time,
Spirit of its passengers always sublime
Here changes happen overnight
City of unusual weather,
I am Mumbai the city of dreams
From Multi-lingual to multi-religious,
I wouldn’t be wrong; if I say,
It’s a city where country comes together,
Mumbai the city of dreams
Every city has its ups and downs and she is no different.
She gives me an identity and makes me proud.
City where I was born,
The city were I want to depart
My city, My Mumbai!
My Muse, My Love, My Addiction!
Saturday, January 07, 2012
The whooshing sound!
It's the whooshing sound effect! Every four weeks I have been visiting my doctor for regular check ups and every time the doctor takes his fetal heart beat machine I lie in excitement as each time we hear the fetal heart beat.
First time we heard the fetal heart beat it sounded more like a fast race car sound with its windows down effect. On our second visit the heart beat of the baby sounded more like a fast express train passing by in speed. On our third visit baby's heart beat sounded more like a dogs bark. Oops I said that to my doc and he laughed his head out saying that's the first one he has ever heard.
Cut to our famous Bollywood Hindi movies where the songs related to beating of the heart sounds like Dhak Dhak! And all these years I was in the illusion that the heart for sure may sound like dhak dhak when it beats and thus reminded me of Madhuri clad in yellow saree and the all time perfect timing of the rains that drenched her saree as she sang the famous Dhak Dhak song!
First time we heard the fetal heart beat it sounded more like a fast race car sound with its windows down effect. On our second visit the heart beat of the baby sounded more like a fast express train passing by in speed. On our third visit baby's heart beat sounded more like a dogs bark. Oops I said that to my doc and he laughed his head out saying that's the first one he has ever heard.
Cut to our famous Bollywood Hindi movies where the songs related to beating of the heart sounds like Dhak Dhak! And all these years I was in the illusion that the heart for sure may sound like dhak dhak when it beats and thus reminded me of Madhuri clad in yellow saree and the all time perfect timing of the rains that drenched her saree as she sang the famous Dhak Dhak song!
Sunday, January 01, 2012
The Tummy Tickle
The Tummy Tickle
You know how I feel
It’s like butterflies fluttering its wings
It’s a thousand feeling of happiness
When you tickle my tummy
Oh! Girl I feel good
You know how I feel
When after a long day I sleep weary or after a meal
And you start kicking
It makes me smile making all those weariness vanish
Like a touch of magic wand
Oh! Girl I feel good
You know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
A new day
It’s a new life inside me
Oh! Girl I feel good
You know how I feel
Like you can listen to me
Get a glimpse of me
The sun shining high
The breeze blowing my hair
Oh! Girl I feel good
And you make me feel good!
You know how I feel
It’s like butterflies fluttering its wings
It’s a thousand feeling of happiness
When you tickle my tummy
Oh! Girl I feel good
You know how I feel
When after a long day I sleep weary or after a meal
And you start kicking
It makes me smile making all those weariness vanish
Like a touch of magic wand
Oh! Girl I feel good
You know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
A new day
It’s a new life inside me
Oh! Girl I feel good
You know how I feel
Like you can listen to me
Get a glimpse of me
The sun shining high
The breeze blowing my hair
Oh! Girl I feel good
And you make me feel good!
The feeling of Life
A feeling of a new life
A feeling of change
A feeling when I saw you inside me moving your hands and feet
Doing somersaults and making faces, gave me tears
A feeling I feel everyday for you
That of love, love and only love
You grow inside me and take all that you need to grow
Strong, healthy and to cope when you come to our world
I feel my mood change, my body change and tired sometimes
I feel the way you make me feel
Someday in tears, in joy, in peace, in happiness or a total freak sometimes
It’s the feeling of being a mother to you my little one
Is the only feeling I can’t express
Coz its you I will feel for rest of my life
A feeling of change
A feeling when I saw you inside me moving your hands and feet
Doing somersaults and making faces, gave me tears
A feeling I feel everyday for you
That of love, love and only love
You grow inside me and take all that you need to grow
Strong, healthy and to cope when you come to our world
I feel my mood change, my body change and tired sometimes
I feel the way you make me feel
Someday in tears, in joy, in peace, in happiness or a total freak sometimes
It’s the feeling of being a mother to you my little one
Is the only feeling I can’t express
Coz its you I will feel for rest of my life
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Mumbai My Muse & It's Unusual Welcome!
She manages to look beautiful and in her best form even at 3:00 am in the morning dusk. The aerial view from the aircraft as you land into her arms is breath taking and yet so comforting as she welcomes you to the city of dreams. Mumbai!
As her tummy starts to tickle with excitement as in some roller coaster ride to the city.She manages to set her entangled hair straight & look somewhat human to her awaiting folks so they dont pass unrecognised. She lands the city of Dreams. The city which vouches to never sleep or even blink.A city were she built her hopes, fear, happiness, love, life and all of it.
As she landed making her way to the emigration office she hopped right onto the escalator she saw millions and millions of heads from above and as she came closer to the lower level there she came close to reality were she became a part of those million crowd being just a stranger to the people and to the city. That's when she understood the plight of those thousands of tourist who visit her country everyday or year.
She managed to get her way out after tons of pushing and excusing herself with those heavy suitcase and finally entering the so called line which has no end.
As she stood there wondering when the line would come to an end there pops in a group of 10 odd people cutting the line and boom stands right in front of her as though she was non existent to them. She mutters "Welcome to the Mumbainess" not to forget the add on of 35 degree temperature at 4:00 in the morning.
After a long wait of some odd hours finally making her way out of the emigration line taking with her all those sweaty smell from the crowd. There she bumps into another sweaty crowd to the baggage claim where a dozen of people wanting to offer their helping hand with her most heavy weight bags in exchange of money and some free advice which you get either ways.
On her way to the so called"Green Channel" wonder why is called so? which by her defination is nothing but offering or by force giving away your hard earned dollars to the so called custom officer animal who is anxiously
awaiting to find some prey for his morning glory.
So after loosening some dollars from her so called India fund she gets royal service from the Pandu. It's called " The Pandu Servie" which is a special escort service to the exit of the Airport.
Conclusion to the above para: One needs to either not travel alone with so many suitcases of heavy baggage specially if you are a women or have some sort of influence be it any kind in the airport in order to save those hard earned dollars.
By the experience she had in like an hour of landing she wonders,Is this the very country she calls her own or is it the country where she currently dwells her own, were the least she doesn't get conned in various forms.
The city of Dreams which by now was all different and came in the unseen form to her.It wasn't the same city anymore that she cherished half her life. The city had changed so much or was it her perception towards the city that was changed? she wondered...
Mumbai you amuse me in every possible way be it "Of The People, By The People, For The People"!
As her tummy starts to tickle with excitement as in some roller coaster ride to the city.She manages to set her entangled hair straight & look somewhat human to her awaiting folks so they dont pass unrecognised. She lands the city of Dreams. The city which vouches to never sleep or even blink.A city were she built her hopes, fear, happiness, love, life and all of it.
As she landed making her way to the emigration office she hopped right onto the escalator she saw millions and millions of heads from above and as she came closer to the lower level there she came close to reality were she became a part of those million crowd being just a stranger to the people and to the city. That's when she understood the plight of those thousands of tourist who visit her country everyday or year.
She managed to get her way out after tons of pushing and excusing herself with those heavy suitcase and finally entering the so called line which has no end.
As she stood there wondering when the line would come to an end there pops in a group of 10 odd people cutting the line and boom stands right in front of her as though she was non existent to them. She mutters "Welcome to the Mumbainess" not to forget the add on of 35 degree temperature at 4:00 in the morning.
After a long wait of some odd hours finally making her way out of the emigration line taking with her all those sweaty smell from the crowd. There she bumps into another sweaty crowd to the baggage claim where a dozen of people wanting to offer their helping hand with her most heavy weight bags in exchange of money and some free advice which you get either ways.
On her way to the so called"Green Channel" wonder why is called so? which by her defination is nothing but offering or by force giving away your hard earned dollars to the so called custom officer animal who is anxiously
awaiting to find some prey for his morning glory.
So after loosening some dollars from her so called India fund she gets royal service from the Pandu. It's called " The Pandu Servie" which is a special escort service to the exit of the Airport.
Conclusion to the above para: One needs to either not travel alone with so many suitcases of heavy baggage specially if you are a women or have some sort of influence be it any kind in the airport in order to save those hard earned dollars.
By the experience she had in like an hour of landing she wonders,Is this the very country she calls her own or is it the country where she currently dwells her own, were the least she doesn't get conned in various forms.
The city of Dreams which by now was all different and came in the unseen form to her.It wasn't the same city anymore that she cherished half her life. The city had changed so much or was it her perception towards the city that was changed? she wondered...
Mumbai you amuse me in every possible way be it "Of The People, By The People, For The People"!
Friday, January 28, 2011
India A Land of Dreams!
India my land
India my dream
You are my aspiration
You are my inspiration
The smell of your soil takes me back home
Your people in any country makes me feel home
India my land
India my dream
You are a land of hope
You are a land of dreams
You remind of devotion
You remind me of beauty and revolution!
India my land
India my dream
From Kashmir to Kerala
Be it Orissa to Maharashtra
It all reminds me of those beautiful Yatra
The food, the culture, the language, the religion, the ethnicity, the scenic beauty
All are part of your wonderful world!
India my land
India my dream
The temple,the shrine
All the place of worship you have is divine
With all of a kind
You teach me devotion
You make me spiritual
You are filled with emotional people who are full of love,care and affection.
India my land
India my dream
You have some good but most profane politicians who rather have more money in their Swiss account than help the families who lost their loved ones or the people in need.
India my land
India my dream
You aspire every child to be an achiever,succeeder,dreamer.
But you still have poverty, illiteracy and homeless around
You say you are a country of unity,diversity & national integration
But you do have your share of conflict,terrorism & enmity around
India my land
India my dream
But apart from all these complexities,inferiority
Every time I step feet in my land, my country
It's like stepping the Dreamland.
Every year to a Better India
A loved India.
India a land of Dreams!
Happy Jan 26 to all!
India my dream
You are my aspiration
You are my inspiration
The smell of your soil takes me back home
Your people in any country makes me feel home
India my land
India my dream
You are a land of hope
You are a land of dreams
You remind of devotion
You remind me of beauty and revolution!
India my land
India my dream
From Kashmir to Kerala
Be it Orissa to Maharashtra
It all reminds me of those beautiful Yatra
The food, the culture, the language, the religion, the ethnicity, the scenic beauty
All are part of your wonderful world!
India my land
India my dream
The temple,the shrine
All the place of worship you have is divine
With all of a kind
You teach me devotion
You make me spiritual
You are filled with emotional people who are full of love,care and affection.
India my land
India my dream
You have some good but most profane politicians who rather have more money in their Swiss account than help the families who lost their loved ones or the people in need.
India my land
India my dream
You aspire every child to be an achiever,succeeder,dreamer.
But you still have poverty, illiteracy and homeless around
You say you are a country of unity,diversity & national integration
But you do have your share of conflict,terrorism & enmity around
India my land
India my dream
But apart from all these complexities,inferiority
Every time I step feet in my land, my country
It's like stepping the Dreamland.
Every year to a Better India
A loved India.
India a land of Dreams!
Happy Jan 26 to all!
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Journey back to Native Land !
I always loved visiting my native land or like others call it God's own Country. So every year as a kid when i would have summer vacations from school my father & I mostly would plan a trip to Kerala. The land of coconuts, the land of plantains, the land of nature & beauty filled across. A perfect getaway for good 1 month from Mumbai and its scorching heat.
So speaking of kerala I always loved the nature, my family back there and beautiful landscape the place offered and not to forget the yummy home food. But Kerala being my own native town as a child we never got to explore the place much and enjoy the beauty of it. We only had time to visit our relatives, enjoy the food and watch malayalam movies and cover as many temples as we can in that visit.
So that being said its time I explore this beautiful country on its own, know the people around, hit all nook & corner around.
Be it from spending a day or 2 in a houseboat enjoying the backwaters or an evening walk down the kovalam beach, to exploring the not so known hidden Estury island from kovalam beach, from Waynad to Munar. From Athirapilly waterfalls experience to walking the paddy fields on a rainy day. Experiencing ayurvedic massage to sipping fresh tender coconut water on a sunny day. Starting from fresh hot steamed breakfast and extending to the enormous sadhya (banana leaves used as plates and array of dishes)to ending enjoying different forms of Art & culture of Kerala.
A wishlist of kerala has been set now all I need is to set on the number of days & the year to be marked in my calender.
So speaking of kerala I always loved the nature, my family back there and beautiful landscape the place offered and not to forget the yummy home food. But Kerala being my own native town as a child we never got to explore the place much and enjoy the beauty of it. We only had time to visit our relatives, enjoy the food and watch malayalam movies and cover as many temples as we can in that visit.
So that being said its time I explore this beautiful country on its own, know the people around, hit all nook & corner around.
Be it from spending a day or 2 in a houseboat enjoying the backwaters or an evening walk down the kovalam beach, to exploring the not so known hidden Estury island from kovalam beach, from Waynad to Munar. From Athirapilly waterfalls experience to walking the paddy fields on a rainy day. Experiencing ayurvedic massage to sipping fresh tender coconut water on a sunny day. Starting from fresh hot steamed breakfast and extending to the enormous sadhya (banana leaves used as plates and array of dishes)to ending enjoying different forms of Art & culture of Kerala.
A wishlist of kerala has been set now all I need is to set on the number of days & the year to be marked in my calender.
The Posh Restuarant !
So its a bright sunny day in Mumbai India and these 8 girls 18 soemthing teens stepped out by noon for an enormous meal which 4 of their girlfriends were throwing to the rest. A clubed birthday party you can say. As all these 4 girls had a tight budget but good enough money to get into a decent restuarant and treat their friends for a nice meal.
So they get into this posh chic restuarant looking all good from out and as they step in there is a waiter standing greeting them goodmorning. So them being the first customer for the day the waiter looks excited seeing a large crowd of 8 pretty girls walking in the restuarant as he greeted them.
He instantly got them seated and took 8 fresh glasses and began filling them with water. The girls started giggling and talking about their budget and got anxious to have a peep at the menu card.
The waiter handed over the menu card to each of them and went in the kitchen. The girls quickly without wasting a second screened the menu. Exclaimation ! They all looked at each other and nodded.
The waiter came back all ready to take orders with a pen & paper to make note of the items going to be ordered. To his suprise he sees no one being seated in the restuarant and all 8 glass of water being empty.
The girls on scanning the menu realised they would be short of money and hence immediately ran away from the restuarant before the waiter could arrive.
Now this is not an episode from any source but an actual incident that happened and me being one amongst the 8 girls. So this goes out to all those amazing girlfriends Bindhiya,Neha,Ambika,Ashley, Noella, Priya, Aji who are all in different parts of the world.
Love you girls!
So they get into this posh chic restuarant looking all good from out and as they step in there is a waiter standing greeting them goodmorning. So them being the first customer for the day the waiter looks excited seeing a large crowd of 8 pretty girls walking in the restuarant as he greeted them.
He instantly got them seated and took 8 fresh glasses and began filling them with water. The girls started giggling and talking about their budget and got anxious to have a peep at the menu card.
The waiter handed over the menu card to each of them and went in the kitchen. The girls quickly without wasting a second screened the menu. Exclaimation ! They all looked at each other and nodded.
The waiter came back all ready to take orders with a pen & paper to make note of the items going to be ordered. To his suprise he sees no one being seated in the restuarant and all 8 glass of water being empty.
The girls on scanning the menu realised they would be short of money and hence immediately ran away from the restuarant before the waiter could arrive.
Now this is not an episode from any source but an actual incident that happened and me being one amongst the 8 girls. So this goes out to all those amazing girlfriends Bindhiya,Neha,Ambika,Ashley, Noella, Priya, Aji who are all in different parts of the world.
Love you girls!
Monday, February 08, 2010
Snowflakes with some Cornflakes
Another weekend is done with and it’s already Sunday evening were everybody has already planned things to do, see next weekend. So the week passes by planning for the weekend. So was this mid week like Thursday were I was looking forward to the weekend and suddenly I watch the news warning about the biggest snowfall of this season is going to hit this weekend. Down the drain goes the plan. So its Friday night 11pm and after the heavy pasta and bruschetta meal all tired and trying to ignore all those dishes my eyes hit the kitchen window and I see snowflakes hitting the ground. The night travels by piling up in enormous mounds.
It’s a beautiful Saturday morning at 9 am were I wake up chafing my eyes and gaze through the window and all I see is Six inches of fluffy snow waving the peace flag all over.
The day is a snowy one snowman is stacked very high.
Their top hats almost skim the sky
To make them round they must pat Then finish off with mittens and hat.
As the weather gets cold we hit of the road for a perfect walk. We walk the talk for about 2 miles as we stop ourselves for hot chocolate with a couple treats.
Children run outside to play they put on their gear for some more fun. Some of them play around while other kids just lay on the ground.
Almost over is the day the children start to walk away
As snow falls, so does the sun
Time to go in, the day is done
But not yet as we end our night with our all time favorite movies watching till midnight with our snuggle on and some heart warming food to crave for in this snowy day. Scoop it. Toss it. Crackle. Crunch all those snowflakes.
It’s a beautiful Saturday morning at 9 am were I wake up chafing my eyes and gaze through the window and all I see is Six inches of fluffy snow waving the peace flag all over.
The day is a snowy one snowman is stacked very high.
Their top hats almost skim the sky
To make them round they must pat Then finish off with mittens and hat.
As the weather gets cold we hit of the road for a perfect walk. We walk the talk for about 2 miles as we stop ourselves for hot chocolate with a couple treats.
Children run outside to play they put on their gear for some more fun. Some of them play around while other kids just lay on the ground.
Almost over is the day the children start to walk away
As snow falls, so does the sun
Time to go in, the day is done
But not yet as we end our night with our all time favorite movies watching till midnight with our snuggle on and some heart warming food to crave for in this snowy day. Scoop it. Toss it. Crackle. Crunch all those snowflakes.
Friday, June 05, 2009
Disconnected
Have you ever felt like you aren't all there,
Like a part of you is far away somewhere,
Or like you have everything together one moment,
Then you just lose something, and you try hard to remember it,
It's like calling someone on the phone,
And all you hear is a dial tone,
I feel like my mind works like a phone at times,
When people try telling me what I don't want to hear, It's like a disconnected line,
" The person you are trying to reach is disconnected for the time being.",
A monotone voice in my head starts repeating,
"And will stay that way for the duration,
Of this boring conversation,
Please, don't leave a message after the beep."
The voice continues starting to plead,
"Thank you, and have a nice day."
Which in my own translation means "Go away.",
But people keep talking to me ,
Unaware that I haven't been listening,
I wonder if they'll ever realize,
Or continue talking to me when I don't reply,
Either way this conversation will remain deflected,
And my mind will remain disconnected.
Like a part of you is far away somewhere,
Or like you have everything together one moment,
Then you just lose something, and you try hard to remember it,
It's like calling someone on the phone,
And all you hear is a dial tone,
I feel like my mind works like a phone at times,
When people try telling me what I don't want to hear, It's like a disconnected line,
" The person you are trying to reach is disconnected for the time being.",
A monotone voice in my head starts repeating,
"And will stay that way for the duration,
Of this boring conversation,
Please, don't leave a message after the beep."
The voice continues starting to plead,
"Thank you, and have a nice day."
Which in my own translation means "Go away.",
But people keep talking to me ,
Unaware that I haven't been listening,
I wonder if they'll ever realize,
Or continue talking to me when I don't reply,
Either way this conversation will remain deflected,
And my mind will remain disconnected.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Change...Something we adapt too
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.
A Home Away From Home!
A Home Away from Home!
A home is where one starts from
A home where it feels right to walk around without shoes.
A home where it’s okay to scratch where it itches
A home where they understand you
A home where you can say anything you please
A home where food tastes homely
A home where you feel safe to sleep
A home where whenever you go they take you in
A home where you fight for TV remote
A home where your parents live
A home where you feel going back to
A house where you make it A Home
A Home Away from Home!
A home is where one starts from
A home where it feels right to walk around without shoes.
A home where it’s okay to scratch where it itches
A home where they understand you
A home where you can say anything you please
A home where food tastes homely
A home where you feel safe to sleep
A home where whenever you go they take you in
A home where you fight for TV remote
A home where your parents live
A home where you feel going back to
A house where you make it A Home
A Home Away from Home!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Turning 25: An Important Halfway Point
Welcome to the Quarter Century Club. It's about damn time. If you think 25 is rough, just think about who will be turning 26 soon! You're officially OLD! I say to myself it only happens once each year. Book the train and pack your gear.Your destination seems unknown, as you sit there, all alone.
By the 25th birthday most people expect to have accomplished something with their lives. There’s only five more years until that big three-O and the average person usually hopes that they are well on their way by their 25th year. They’ll have settled into a place of their own, a job and may even be starting a family all ready. Some new twenty-five year olds might be thinking that they want their party to be a little more grown-up, a little more sensible around this time.
Of course that’s fairly normal. After all the 25th birthday is an important milestone signifying stability and foundation. Even the music channel, MTV celebrated its 25th year of existence in 2006. So what is this all hoopla about turning 25? Am I gonaa hit a jackpot worth 25 million dollars; some kind of wings or some license to flirt with handsome men?
Well well its all about me feeling happy and waiting for all the surprises to come my way. I had a wish list of things to do before I turn 25 like doing exceptional in my field of work, getting a tattoo, pierce my ear, bank balance to look good etc etc.But now it seems like things are going to be tricky. As I am here in this new kingdom, married and without a job in my field; celebrating my 25 birthday without my folks but with the man I love. But I am sure as time passes and I blow off some more candles I would accomplish all of my wish list.
So here’s hoping all dreams to come true as I blow off my birthday candles with loads of luck and wishes.
By the 25th birthday most people expect to have accomplished something with their lives. There’s only five more years until that big three-O and the average person usually hopes that they are well on their way by their 25th year. They’ll have settled into a place of their own, a job and may even be starting a family all ready. Some new twenty-five year olds might be thinking that they want their party to be a little more grown-up, a little more sensible around this time.
Of course that’s fairly normal. After all the 25th birthday is an important milestone signifying stability and foundation. Even the music channel, MTV celebrated its 25th year of existence in 2006. So what is this all hoopla about turning 25? Am I gonaa hit a jackpot worth 25 million dollars; some kind of wings or some license to flirt with handsome men?
Well well its all about me feeling happy and waiting for all the surprises to come my way. I had a wish list of things to do before I turn 25 like doing exceptional in my field of work, getting a tattoo, pierce my ear, bank balance to look good etc etc.But now it seems like things are going to be tricky. As I am here in this new kingdom, married and without a job in my field; celebrating my 25 birthday without my folks but with the man I love. But I am sure as time passes and I blow off some more candles I would accomplish all of my wish list.
So here’s hoping all dreams to come true as I blow off my birthday candles with loads of luck and wishes.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
A Night to Talk About
It’s a night to talk about; it’s a night to remember. It’s a night were the moon was at its best. A walk in the stadium, an occurrence to memorize. I always as a toddler wanted to experience a genuine match from a stadium. I would be in awe what the feeling would be experiencing the whole situation. Gigantic stadium jam-packed with fans, fans cheering, players playing their heart out and the commentator doing his job. It would be a moment to be captured.
26 Aug 2008 is the day and year where I get to experience live US Open Tennis Match.
People pay colossal amount of money to get tickets. I am all excited as the day approaches. Fully clad in my best outfit, matching bags, belt, shoes I run off for work. As I am physically at work and doing my job but mentally I was preparing myself for the twilight. Finally at 4 pm I manage to call it a day and head myself towards to train station to NY.
As soon as I reach NY Penn station I see most of the horde heading for the US Open match. Now the crowd excites me and I am all for it. Questions juggling my head. I seat myself in the LLIR train to the final destination. To my surprise I could see massive collection of people clothed in sports wear heading towards the stadium.
The weather was perfect. As we reached the stadium at 7 pm. The match was about to begin. Just in time. I saw beautifully manicured Progressive Field. The night was striking filled with excitement, fear, laughter, applaud, anxiety, emotions. 4 people decently clad in a uniform and are ready for a march. The match commenced with US National Anthem followed by people marching with the flag.
From a tennis fan's perspective, this tournament is a joy to attend. If you were looking for familiar names, then perhaps this was the event for you, although Venus Williams, Maximo, Roger Frederer, kept the crowds coming.
Then there are the surprise stories and hidden gems that might be lost amongst the chaos of a larger event. Here are a few of the enjoyable players that I had a chance to see.
Another aspect that made this tournament so enjoyable was the smaller size of the event. Everything was right where you needed it and all the courts were in the same vicinity. From the top of Center Court, I could swivel around and see the other Court along with courts 1 and 2. It made viewing much easier and made it seem like I was in several spots at once. After I saw Frederer and Maximo play we walked out of the main stadium leisurely walking towards the exit and there we spot Leander Peas. One of India’s optimum Tennis player. We headed towards the court and could see him play doubles closely. It was enjoyable to root for a player from your own country.
It has certainly been a pleasure to meet so many talented and respectful players this week
Finally I got the tickets for free. Met the greatest players. My experience in this event was nothing short of amazing and I truly look forward to returning again next year.
26 Aug 2008 is the day and year where I get to experience live US Open Tennis Match.
People pay colossal amount of money to get tickets. I am all excited as the day approaches. Fully clad in my best outfit, matching bags, belt, shoes I run off for work. As I am physically at work and doing my job but mentally I was preparing myself for the twilight. Finally at 4 pm I manage to call it a day and head myself towards to train station to NY.
As soon as I reach NY Penn station I see most of the horde heading for the US Open match. Now the crowd excites me and I am all for it. Questions juggling my head. I seat myself in the LLIR train to the final destination. To my surprise I could see massive collection of people clothed in sports wear heading towards the stadium.
The weather was perfect. As we reached the stadium at 7 pm. The match was about to begin. Just in time. I saw beautifully manicured Progressive Field. The night was striking filled with excitement, fear, laughter, applaud, anxiety, emotions. 4 people decently clad in a uniform and are ready for a march. The match commenced with US National Anthem followed by people marching with the flag.
From a tennis fan's perspective, this tournament is a joy to attend. If you were looking for familiar names, then perhaps this was the event for you, although Venus Williams, Maximo, Roger Frederer, kept the crowds coming.
Then there are the surprise stories and hidden gems that might be lost amongst the chaos of a larger event. Here are a few of the enjoyable players that I had a chance to see.
Another aspect that made this tournament so enjoyable was the smaller size of the event. Everything was right where you needed it and all the courts were in the same vicinity. From the top of Center Court, I could swivel around and see the other Court along with courts 1 and 2. It made viewing much easier and made it seem like I was in several spots at once. After I saw Frederer and Maximo play we walked out of the main stadium leisurely walking towards the exit and there we spot Leander Peas. One of India’s optimum Tennis player. We headed towards the court and could see him play doubles closely. It was enjoyable to root for a player from your own country.
It has certainly been a pleasure to meet so many talented and respectful players this week
Finally I got the tickets for free. Met the greatest players. My experience in this event was nothing short of amazing and I truly look forward to returning again next year.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Beautiful Trip
Why don’t I remember?
When I was a little kid
It took me a while to sit and thing
Let me enter back in time to those beautiful trips
Which I would never want to skip
Where it was always fun and play
When it used to be April – May
Back to having all my strings
Look at all the happiness it brings
Why don’t I remember?
When I was a little kid
Dad would take me for walks
And we would walk the talk
Where Playing was fun
Fighting happened
Money was saved
For the Ice creams we craved
Still those memories
I would want them to be
Remembered for ever
And never let it get older
When I was a little kid
It took me a while to sit and thing
Let me enter back in time to those beautiful trips
Which I would never want to skip
Where it was always fun and play
When it used to be April – May
Back to having all my strings
Look at all the happiness it brings
Why don’t I remember?
When I was a little kid
Dad would take me for walks
And we would walk the talk
Where Playing was fun
Fighting happened
Money was saved
For the Ice creams we craved
Still those memories
I would want them to be
Remembered for ever
And never let it get older
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Bloggers Day July 30 2008!
This is one of those lazy posts. Nothing precise. There is no such day that exists. But I thought why not. If there can be Mother’s day, Father’s day, Valentine’s Day, Friendship day and you name it we have it. So I just thought of celebrating today as Bloggers day. You may want to celebrate it some other day. Go ahead and do it. It’s not even on a weekend.
Well to be quite truthful I was just analyzing on how a woman dedicated a day to her mother following her death on May 9, 1905, devoted her life to establishing Mother's Day as a national, and later an international, holiday.
Ther may be other reasons to celebrate these days. But the point here is everybody blindly follows it. For instance I never knew the reason why I celebrated Mother’s day,Father’s day and all. I just went with the flow. As it was fun thing to do in college celebrating Freindship’s day, Valentine’s Day.
Well let me confess I had nothing to do. So here I am on my way finding innovative ideas to kill time. It’s a way to realx. Relaxation is the key allowing your writing to inspire you. So I thought let me blog and pen down my thoughts.Was trying means and ways to be famous by introducing a day called Bloggers Day! Don’t know how much of the attempt is going to be paid. But I guess a start to this is a good sign. At least if it does we can expect a holiday adding up to our list.
So here I am wishing all you amazing bloggers a “Happy Bloggers Day”! Keep those creativity flowing from your mind to your blog.
Lastly- if you enjoy these posts, be good and comment.
Ther may be other reasons to celebrate these days. But the point here is everybody blindly follows it. For instance I never knew the reason why I celebrated Mother’s day,Father’s day and all. I just went with the flow. As it was fun thing to do in college celebrating Freindship’s day, Valentine’s Day.
Well let me confess I had nothing to do. So here I am on my way finding innovative ideas to kill time. It’s a way to realx. Relaxation is the key allowing your writing to inspire you. So I thought let me blog and pen down my thoughts.Was trying means and ways to be famous by introducing a day called Bloggers Day! Don’t know how much of the attempt is going to be paid. But I guess a start to this is a good sign. At least if it does we can expect a holiday adding up to our list.
So here I am wishing all you amazing bloggers a “Happy Bloggers Day”! Keep those creativity flowing from your mind to your blog.
Lastly- if you enjoy these posts, be good and comment.
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