Beautiful Journey Of Life...

During my early days of carrier, i used to travel by second class train. I always like to observe people & always feel like life is like a journey on a train...
with its stations...
with changes of routes...
and with accidents !

We board this train when we all are born and our parents are the ones who get our tickets.

We believe they will always travel on this train with us.

However, at some station our parents will get off the train, leaving us alone on this journey like how my mother left for heaven abode when I was merely 12 years old.

As time goes by, other passengers will board the train,  many of whom will be significant - our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of our life, Shilpa.....

My sweetest Amrutbapu, lovely mom left & likewise many of sweet relations will get off during the journey and leave a permanent vacuum in our lives.

Many will go so unnoticed that we won't even know when they vacated their seats and got off the train !!!

This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, good-byes, and farewells.

A good journey is helping, loving, having a good relationship with all co-passengers...
and making sure that we give our best to make their journey comfortable.

The mystery of this fabulous journey is ;
We do not know at which station we ourselves are going to get off.

So, we must live in the best way - adjust, forget, forgive, and offer the best of what we have.

It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to leave our seat... we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.

Dearest all, thank you for being one of the passengers on my train !

Have a very pleasant journey of life.........!

School Days - Then & Now....

After long summer vacations, Schools Re-Opens in June.

Being into 7th std., there is a tremendous load on Dhyeya & some times even he complaints of headache. Yesterday Dhyeya's bagpack broke due to fully loaded books/Project materials & while I pickup his bag, I felt like my laptop bag is 10x lighter then his bag....

I went to school for paying yearly term/tution fees & attend PTM. I saw few boards indicating activities of school. Some calculation I made which is as below,

Parents pay school fees for 365 days
Parents pay bus fees for 365 days
Parents pay tiffinwala fees for 365 days + diwali bonus
Parents keep drivers/conductor and pay them for 365 days + diwali bonus

But

In return the school is working for almost 164 days as....
1. Sundays 52 days
2. Saturdays 52 days
3. Summer vacation 45 days
4. Christmas vacation 10 days
5. Diwali vacation 20 days
6. Ganapati vacation 2 days
7. Misc holidays 20 days

So, our kids are off school for 201 days holidays out of 365 days, which is not even half of the year.

And the teachers try to finish the portion/curriculum rushingly in these few days.

So kids with average IQ having tought time & is hardly understands anything in school whereas the speed is extremely high from the teaching staff who are also under tremendous pressure.

I saw couple of parents complaining that their child is not studying properly as they have to pay thousands of money for tutions and classes where the playing time of the children is sacrificed and the child cannot enjoy his childhood. If the child does not understand in school how can he give good results?

Suddenly, I de javu unto flashback & started distinguishing my current life versus my student life.....today mummy didn't woke me up to Get Ready instead even though I wanted to Snooze the Alarm but finally woke up.
I was not sleepy while brushing my teeth but was doing it speedily bcoz I might get late to office.
I didn't felt warmth or cold nature of water but i just quickly took bath.
Instead of checking if my Compass Box is Ready, I was checking whether my Phablet is charged or Not.
Today, I will be wearing a Tie but of course for different Reasons.
Today, Value Education is Replaced by learning ways on how to Value money Generation.
Today, New Design Cartoon bag is Replaced by my Laptop bag.
Yesterday Night, I was not busy Polishing my shoes but i was busy Checking emails.
Instead of discussing with friends how Vacation went, I will be discussing monthly targets with colleagues.
New Lessons from Muktaben/Deviben teachers are Replaced by PowerPoint Presentations.
Today, Maths calculations are replaced by Excel Sheets.
Today, Will not be sharing Lunch in Recess but might have brunches Clients/Vendors.
Today, that Bhupatsir's PT period is now some long Lost Dream.
Instead of fighting for Batting/Bowling. I'm Racing to ahead in racing in heavy traffic on Mumbai roads.
There Monitor was busy watching who is talking in class, here Boss is eager to catch 1 mistake.
Once I was crazy to Open my Mouth in Rains n' try to catch water droplets. Now just thinking how will Rain effect on Road traffic by checking WhatsApp photos shared by friends. .

Date is Same but Years have Passed, so are my feelings towards this date. Might be that time it was bit scary but Today its Sweet Memory.
Today is 23rd June School Re-Opens & I will Love to Go to School n' Share that Small Bench with my Friends of my S.V.Mehta & Radia classes. I miss those Vadapav treat at "Vishwas" where everyday we used to munching 6 Vadapav but pay for only 3.
I met good friends like Jatin(tobu), Urvish, Lalan, Shilpa, Jaini, Mona, Jitu, Brijesh so many ...

Dear School Love You, Miss You....

 — feeling excited With Dhyeya Padhya

My Girlfriend.....

I am in relationship with her from quiet sometime now as I know her from 1991. She is my girl, who is as much educated as I am, Who was earning almost double than me when we tie a knot....

She had millions of dreams and aspirations just as I have because she is as human as I am.

Right from childhood she was in kitchen in her life just like my Sisters were, even though she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to her for their culinary achievements.

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brother, almost as much as I do for 20-25 years of her life.

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt my small home, my family, my ways and even my family name.

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while I sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as I am, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain;
to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like i am as to what I want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that I won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than me.

On other hand, she has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and I never had my irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and my inherent insecurities as we were, together school mate.

Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as I can.
But she never liked it, neither she tried any of it, even I insisted.

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like mine, are to be met.

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success, if I just help her little and trust her.

One, who just wants one thing from me, as I am the only one she knows in my entire house - my generous support, my sensitivities and most importantly - my understanding, or love, if you may call it.

I thank & appreciate "HER"....

 — feeling loved with Shilpa Padhya

Comm'on Folks, Mumbai Rocks !!!

It's been quite smtime, I have left using Public transport but for a fun-ride, i took short-drive in newly inaugurated Metro from my office. Even though it was almost empty during Noon time & happened to observed few kids & people's conversation.
Sample of their discussion that rocks Mumbai and is understood only in Mumbai........its really hilarious. ..

1. There's a minor problem- Arre yaar, "Waanda" ho gaya.

2. There's a big problem - Arre yaar, "Jhol" ho gaya.

3. There's a huge problem..(unsolvable)-Arre yaar,"Raada" ho Gaya.

4. You'll be surprised .- Ekdam "Hill " jayega tu.

5. I am going out of this place - Chal apun "Kaltii" marta hai.

6. Don't make a fool of others - Dekh , tu "Shendi" mat laga sabko.

7. Just get out of here,you oversmart fool!! - Chal e shane, "Hawa"aan de.

8. I am not a stupid out here - Apun kya "ALIBAUG" se nahi aaya.

9. There's some misunderstanding - Arre kuch "Galat Faimili" ho gayi.

10. Do u drink daily? - Tu kya roz "FULL TO" hota hai?

11. See, You are afraid.. - Dekh , teri to "FAT" gayi

12. Shall I bash u? - E Du kya "Kharcha Pani" ?

13. Just take him into a secret place -Use jara "Khopche" me leke ja

14. What a beautiful lady !! - Kya "Zakaas Item" hai yaar!!

15. Don't just bluff. - E Jyaada "RAAG" mat de..

16. Don't take much tension.. - Jyaada "LOAD" nahi leneka kya??

17. Your clothes are very awkward!! - Kya "ZAGMAG /DHINKCHAAK" pehna tune?

18. I don't care about it much..!! - Abe yaar , "Hata Saawan Ki Ghata"

19. Please don't bore me... - Jyaada "PAKAA" mat be tu.

20. All this must be done without anyone's notice.... Sab kaam "SUUMDI" me hona chahiye...kya?

21- Unnecessarily interfering : oongli karne mein bahoot mazaa aata hai kya ?

22- someone expired : woh tapak gaya

Mumbaikars would b having a smile on their face after reading this & u will surely remembered Munnabhai MBBS.......!!!!!!

It’s beautiful to fall in love again...

It’s beautiful to fall in love again...

November 1st 1991….Whether it was Infatuation or attraction, I was keep watching her from the corner of my Math’s books. Neither J.C. Sir or Radia sir didn't even realized my paparazzi sightseeing nor any other student's. It was only her Hawk Eye catch hold me red handed, I was starring at her.......

I started teasing her by telling "I Wanted To Do Friendship With You" but could never crack her for dating with me, I had made-up my mind that Scorpions are tough to knock down in their decisions. It was only 1st April'1992, all 3 couples in group decided to go on date at Juhu beach, Mumbai & we all 3 boys proposed together to their Loviedovies, holding each others hand. 

That's a time & till today, we never departed for a single day…… till today on 27th Nov'2013………… Shilpa departed to USA for Shrenuj's Marriage. 

Yes, I feel like I am all alone now...All though she went only for 10 days, I feel like I need to spend 10 years without her. I am missing her, I cried in my Car, Dhyeya was crying in sorrow as he is never habituated to sleep without his mamma….But on the another hand, I am happy & very glad that they all cried with tons of happiness, surprises & did not believing own eyes that Shilpa is in front of their eyes in USA. She is there, especially to attend Shrenuj Marriage….. this is my surprise Package & my Gift, SHILPA……………. Happy Marriage Shrenuj & Karisma…God bless you……

My Birthday at Orphanage House.

This year on my birthday, 30^th Sep’2013, I had planned to celebrate in different way with Orphanage kids. One of my friend refer me to "A charitable trust maintain by Mother Teresa Foundation." Hence decided to spent a day out with the destitute of Shanti Daan Ashram which is located in Gorai. 

I was allotted only between 4pm to 5pm time slot & in hours time, I was suppose to served approx 210 orphans/destitute.

All 210 destitute/orphans were divided into 2 Category, Category-1 were 45 mentally challenge/destitute kids within the age group of 15 years & Category-2 were mentally challenged/Physically disabled & abandoned male destitute both young and old...

Since the number were huge, many people like Mr.Charlie, help in taking care of these Orphans/Destitute by rendering 2-3 hours a day as social service. Mr.Charlie suggested me that I should feed them with Frooti & Chocolates as their favorites item.

On reaching there, I was greeted by 12 year’s boy named Harshavardhan. He started looking at us as if we were 3 astronaut getting down from Space shuttle but he immediately started helping us to pull-out all foods from my Car. There were few children like Jassu & Mrunal of Kolkata who came hold my hands. It looked as if they were longing for love from me, I hugged them & gave them Frooti\Chocolates. They smile & called others.

The moment, me, Dhyeya & Papa entered in open hall, all 45 kids surrounded us as they were well informed about their gifts. Dad & Dhyeya were in surprised what to do & immediately, one of helper named Gopal rushed to our help. Without wasting single moment, we started distributing Frooti to all of them. To my surprise, couple of kids were not known what is frooti? How to open? & how to drink via Straw etc.

Most of kids in category-1, were either mentally disabled or physically inactive & they were abandon by their parents or pulled from streets....   Some kids were natural blind & few had cripple legs...& some kids were in vegetable stat.....They can't move their body w/o someone help. In Category-2 all males including Physically disabled & abandoned male destitute both young and old. While serving, I could sense dad in disturbed situation as he is not used to this kinds of social activities but Dhyeya, with the smiley face, very confidently distributing items to these people….

I was feeling their pain, their actions, their damaged life, their blindness & incapability to fight with this cruel world……I am crying but God please give me strength so that I can serve them whole hearted & never let these things happens to anyone’s life…..

"We make a Living of what we get, but we make Life in what we give."

BHOOT AAYA
During childhood times, all kids were notorious & I was no more exceptional not only in my family but also in my building of 140 flats. Over a top of it, I was youngest in my family so have an opportunity to be most pampered kiddos... ...my injuries like 10 stitches on my bum, tons of stitches on my skull & forehead, multiple fracture in Wrist, tailbone & both legs are witness to my silent solder attitude.

Mom had left for heaven abode when I was merely 12 years old so I was grownup seeing Papa doing job in 3 shifts & my bother/sister taking care of me. But I never remember, (other than studies) I was ever scold by anyone in my family. Yes, I was very much afraid of Darshana as in studies, she was my teacher....

In today's time, I see lot of parents fire their children with different ways. Recently visited one of my relatives home, who was making his 3 years old son afraid of "bhoobhoo". With curiosity I asked him the meaning & significant of name - "bhoobhoo". He referred me to Lord Ganesh Pandal's speaker Testing patterns as "bhoobhoo" roaring to this infants."HELLO MIKE TESTING. HELLO ONE TWO THREE TESTING". That small tiny boy was in puzzle & started crying as he doesn't know that sound come from loud speakers & he was been told that "bhoobhoo" is in sky & firing big crackers on him .....poor boy...

Dhyeya is now 11 years of age, I never remember, I must have ever fired him or maybe I am just following bonafide chain from my parents. I never raise my voice or hands on him. To make him understand of good & Bad....Every night I share "KRSNA Katha" from "Bhagavad-Gita" which I learned from ISKON & I keep him engage with puzzles & stories of Akbar-Birbal etc with hilarious name as “KANHA”.

From past 3-4 morning, I observed he was intentionally dropping his "twins “Almond at home. Per kg of 'MAMRO' Almond cost me Rs.950 so thought to make him realized the importance of each Penny. ...so I told him that "this year's Daddy is going to celebrate his birthday with Orphanage kids who are either without parents, physically handicapped or mentally disorders. I am going to celebrate my birthday with them with Birdy's Almond Cake, wafers & one day meal on 30th September 2013."….. The moment I complete my statement, I see his face became pale, looks like in Comatose & within nick of time, he gallop both almonds in his mouth & started chewing like an bubblegum as if he is enjoying each particles of Almonds. .....

This instant reaction of Dhyeya fire an idea in my mind to celebrate my 40th birthday at Orphanage house.