Guess who?? V

I know I have got exams and I should study but suddenly while studying, one of you came to my mind and it started telling me, how important you are to me. Enough of suspense now! I know you are eager to know whats its all about and whom! That you ll be guessing and I ll really try to keep it short this time.

Ok then lets start!!

This one is about the one who holds the best place in my life. You can say she is next to my sister and sometimes even before her. I never knew that being friends with her can mean this much to me. When I saw her first time, I never ever even dreamt of becoming her friend as she felt I was kind of shy..Yeah I was but not anymore.. Once we became friends, our friendship flourished like anything. Every new thing which came in my life, She was the first one to know about for example my sis got engaged and so on. She always boosted up my confidence motivated me and helped me alot in many ways. We had so many common hobbies and thoughts sometimes. Yeah we had many grudges but it was all past and I dont want to recollect bitter memories. I always used to feel she ll never understand me unless she herself ll face such a situation, but I always prayed to God that may she never gets to face it all her life. Earlier I never realized that she means so much to me but after she went so far from me I understood it and always asked God to make her come back but never like this!! I hope you got it. I remember whenever her call used to come, that was the best day of my life. I mean nothing bigger and joyous than that can occur to me on that day. Till now I feel that for this chantudi. I love the moments before her call, after her call and while speaking to her. I find my soul sister in her and just want that in next birth we land on earth as sisters. Just a funny thought! Both of us loved reading Harry Potter series and loads of other books too. I always feel that if I get the opportunity to use Weingardium Leviosa spell on myself, I ll fly to you and use Almhora to unlock all the doors..HeHe He. She ll be meeting me soon and I m so happy for that but at the same time I feel is it her last visit. I feel sad about it. We plan out so many things abt attending each other's marriages and if nt possible honeymoon trips together. I hope our plans come true. I really want to become a part of your happiest moments and cherish them for life time.
I know after you were gone you have made so many good friends and best friends too and I also dont know what place I hold in your life but for me you were, you are and only you ll be the bestest friend whom I can trust about everything. I love you sweetheart be as you are.

Had to write more but oops I just forgot so many things. Sorry! :(

Guess Who IV ???

I know I am writing this blog after so many days and I am really sorry for being lost. Anyway this time I am sharing our one more experience at Xaviers. I know each one of you remember this incident. It was Chitra's birthday and Yash, Mani and Chitra were at the ITU doing some washing and cleaning. Mani went out for some work and suddenly a call comes on Yash's cell that Mani has cut down her hand's vein and blood is oozing out. Yash and Chitra rushed to LR 2 and they saw Mani sitting unconsciously with a knife in her hand and crying, 'I don't want to live, I want to die' They both went to her and talked to her but she dint want to get treated or listen anything. Finally Chitra went to get some aid and when she came back she got to know that it was just a plan made by Mani and Yash. She became a bakra :D. All of them started laughing. I just wish I would have seen all that with my eyes. We all went ROFL when Chitra told us how she became a bakra on her birthday. Those were really the best days of my life. Now I feel even at that time I dint look that attractive, charming, also was not so famous but don't know why it meant world to me. Even though now I have everything in my life but something is missing and I know it's my college days and my dear ripples. Now coming to my guess who? column, today I m writing about one of the most versatile member of our group. There are no words to express her versatility. She was our telephone diary as each and every important number was on her finger tip, our road map as there was no gali kucha area in Ahmedabad which was unknown to her. Whenever she used to enter the college area there was not a single person who wont greet her. Sometimes she used to be so busy that she dint have time for us too. But she always tried to manage her time between ripples and college activities. She always made her presence felt, if at all she was absent which she never used to be, we used to feel something is missing. This thing was even agreed upon by our dearest Sudeshna Ma'am. She was an allrounder of our college. She also got an award of allrounder by our Father Principal on Annual day. Be it some core committee work, or be it some ITU work or any sort of work, she was ever ready to do it. She worked so hard in college for the betterment of it. I always wondered why I cant be like her. It was because I was never so confident about myself like her. I still want to be like her. When she went to U.K. leaving India behind, not only did she support Sravya and took care of her as a friend, sister and mom but also finished her Masters. Now she is back from U.K. and we know she will prove herself here also. I know still I have written nothing about her. More and more can be said about her. Lastly I would say we love you sweetheart and you are the most important member of our group. I know guys you know who it is? So, its your turn to guess. Please add on if you want to add anything about her.

Guess who?? III

Hi friends! Sorry, I kept you guys waiting for this one. Anyway I m back with one more wonderful memory of our group.Today I thought of sharing about our festival days at college. Yeah, I am talking about youthfest and culfest. Those were the biggest festivals in our college. Ofcourse navratri too was one of them but I never attended it in my three years of graduation due to personal issues. But I always tried to be present during culfest programs morning as well as evening functions. I remember our first year culfest, we all were so excited about the first day which always used to b a traditional day of culfest. All of you were so eager to see me in saree and I was seriously shocked to hear that as I thought it will make no difference to anyone if I wont attend it. That was the first time I felt that yes I too have a group of mine where I have my own place and you gals care for me. Its true after that even I was excited about that evening. It was so much fun, remember Chandu's classical song, Chitra's group song, and so many lovely memories. We all had a wonderful time. We all used to be in Fine Arts committee and AKRUTA was our head :P. We all helped in those wall paintings on water tank which is no more a tradition now :(. We used to make batches for the members and organising everything, wow I really get a lovely feeling when I think about all those wonderful and beautiful days of my life.
Now its time to guess who is she?
She is the one whom I met by chance you can say on our interview day. I could not ve met her if one of my good old school friend shifted to C division. I took her place and there I met a girl so simple, so silent and I never knew she will become so good friend of mine that I will be spending most of my college years with her. Coincidently she stayed just ten min away from my place and we both decided if we both get through the interview, we ll share the vehicle ( as i was afraid of going alone to college ;P). But you ll be surprised to know that I curse her till today for not taking me to college on our first day (orientation day). I still feel she was fully responsible for that but it was noone's mistake as we dint have mobiles in our first, so communication problems made all this happen. The next day her vehicle dumped her and this time I gathered some courage and went college alone as dint want to miss second day too. When she came to me, I was not able to recognise her, yeah she looked so different. I was like how can a behenji turn into such a fashionable gal. I was awestruck by her looks and confidence. In fact I was looking like a behenji infront of her ;D.After that we became bike buddies as we used to go together wherever we used to go, either shopping or for any exhibition. I am very bad at remembering places and roads and gali kuchas even though I m born and brought up in A'bad. But she was fab at that, you ask her anything and you ve the answer. I used to call her my physical road map :D. I really thank you darling as whatever places i know (though very few, yet to explore many more by my own) its because of you. Now coming to her nature, our sweet Sudeshna Ma'am used to call her "THE UNPREDICTABLE". It was so because she never showed her heart out in front of anyone. No doubt she cares alot about everyone but she always want that people should know whats in her mind without her telling them. But gal everyone does not ve such a capability na! I still remember the way she used to sing songs while driving even if she never knew the correct wordings. She taught me how to fool the traffic police when you are caught. She was always late for college and she used to keep me waiting for atleast 20 min daily. Once we both crossed limits of reaching late at college, we were half an hour late for midterm exam :P. We saw so many ups and downs in our relationship but till today we are together. After graduation too, we both did postgrad from the same university. Maybe destiny wanted us to be with each other. I am so glad that atleast from our group I attended her wedding, which was next to impossible for me. Even after being so close to her, being together for seven years, I still dont think i know her completely. If this is the case for me then what must be the case with all others in ripples. There is lot more to write about her as I can pages after pages on her but I m ending it here by concluding that she was the most confident and ambitious gal of our group.
Please comment gals and tell me if m wrong. Thanks for reading. :)

Guess who?? II

Hey, I m back with one more blog on my dearest friends, one of the important part of my life. The first thing that comes to my mind when I remember them is the recess time, oh gosh that 20 min break and we used to have ten or more lunch boxes to finish, n I remember the first one which used to get finish was mine. Within no time, everything in the box was gone. But, it was fun and the wild plants outside the class, which we all grew by washing hands in their pots, I wonder are still there ? (we were so lazy to go downstairs to wash our hands). Yeah, it was 2nd floor where our class was situated ;).

So, today m going to jot down some points on the sweetest girl of our group. And why not she should be called sweet, she used to love sugar so much, be it a cup of tea or curd, she wants one extra spoon of sugar for everything. :)Honestly speaking, her name should be sugary sweetheart. Our Ma'am used to say about her that she is as straight as a jalebi! :D. I still remember how she reacted when she saw me looking into her cell and that too her outbox. Instantly her first word to me was "BADTAMIS". Whoa! that was something i wont forget in my lifetime and after that have never ever touched anyone's cell phone :). Usually we say thanks to someone for some good deed but she used to say dhanyawad (loved that;) ). She used to instill such habits in us too. She was the one who coined "CHANTUDI" word. Its a sweet replacement of yaar or u can say baka ( in gujarati). Till today we address each other with that sweet chantudi. Also, she was the only beautiful girl in our group but, she used to stare at my nails throughout the class ;P. She is the princess of Limbdi, maybe the reason of her beauty :D. She is so fond of her "dadabapu", indeed, he is a great painter and this is from where she has got the great heritage of fine arts. She is so creative that she can make something so interesting from waste too. Mind well, its really hard to escape from her line of questions like why, what and where. She never allows you to leave unless and until her thirst of knowledge is fulfilled. She is just the same today too. Many guys could have been in her feet at the wink of her eye but unfortunately (for guys) she had already chosen her Mr. Perfect. The girl was amazing, as no one can top a college when one is going to get married in few months. Hats off to you gal. And, she looked so beautiful at her reception, till today I have never seen such a lovely bride. She made her parents and in-laws so proud. We all were so happy when she gave birth to our next generation of ripplite, her sweet little daughter who is going to be sarvakalabhushni!! right Chandu!!
I hope her daughter fulfills all her expectations in future, though that little gal has started doing that already.

I think I have covered all the points, girls if u feel like adding please add to it. This one is not that tough as u all know who is she...waiting for ur comments.

Guess who??

I have always been boasting that I can relate things every now and then, but today I am going to blog about those with whom I feel related. Its very wrongly said that Friends are our First Relatives In Every Difficulty. For me thats not true as my every difficulty ends from where my group RIPPLES start. Yeah, ripples, you must be thinking strange name right! But it has its meaning in itself and each and everyone in it has her own identity and value. The foundation of this group was laid way back in 2005 when we all were in our teenage. Ripples are created when we throw stone or something like that in stagnant water right! Have u seen that beautiful pattern that ripples make, their effect on water.  A particle of water within a wave does not move with the wave but rather it moves in a small circle between the wave crest and wave trough. This movement of water molecules is the same for all water molecules effected by the wave. May be this is the reason we all are still connected with each other. 

St. Xaviers College, a heaven on earth for us where we met for the first time and dont know what happened but our group was formed and we dint even know about it, after few months we started calling it as ripples but for others we were scholar group :P

Coming straight to the point why my blog title says guess who? its because I am gonna write about each one of my first relatives and lets see who guesses it correctly. :)

This is for the one who is very very simple, not only by heart but also in her appearance. She loves to read and write and is one of the gems of our ripples. Knowledge flows right from her heart through her tongue :P and she never ever leaves a chance to enlighten everyone with that. Whenever I ve visited her place, just one thing has come to my mind GREAT THINKING AND SIMPLE LIVING in all means. She is not only a knowledgeable gal but she dances well too. She believes in looking simple but the glow of confidence on her face shows it all. She is one of the intellectual person of our group but she is not proudy. She calls me affectionate darling and i love her with all my heart. She can convince anyone with her witty talks. Sometimes she has lost the balance but we had never let her fall. You may think that you know her all but will be surprised as everytime you meet her she is the new person for you. If you need some help she is just a phone call away, her soothing voice will make u feel that nothing has ever happened. We have always thought that she is so mature but have forgot to see the small child in her eyes who doesnt want to see the practicalities of life but wants to fly high no matter what! One more thing on her, once u make her laugh, u can not stop her from laughing out loud. 

All the ripples out there, read the blog and give ur comments and guess who is she among us.. and after guessing write the unsaid thing and if something I ve written wrong about her then plz comment. More to come......

Maa - sagarika

Dhoop Mein Chaaya Jaise,
Pyaas Mein Dariya Jaise,
Tan Mein Jeevan Jaise,
Man Mein Darpan Jaise,

Haath Duaaon Waale Roshan Kare Ujaale,
Phool Pe Jaise Shabnam, Saans Mein Jaise Sargam,
Prem Ki Moorat Daya Ki Surat ,
Aise Aur Kahaan Hai ,Jaisi Meri Maa Hai...

Jab Bhi Andhera Cha Jaye
Woh Deepak Ban Jaaye ,
Jab Ik Akeli Raat Sataye,
Woh Sapna Ban Jaaye,
Andar Neer Bahaye ,
Baahar Se Muskaye,
Kaaya Woh Paavan Si,Mathura-Vrindavan Jaisi,
Jiske Darshan Mein Ho Bhagwan ,

Aisi Aur Kahaan Hai,Jaisi Meri Maa Hai.... 

Tribute to all the mothers...love u maa!!!

Few days back, I went for some shopping at hobby ideas and brought some papers and all to prepare some artistic thing. When I showed it to my Mom, she instantly said, "Why do you waste money on such things?", I replied, "It's called art, not a waste." After sometime suddenly my mom was like ya you are right, you always do some artistic work every time. Something happened to her and she said that she has wasted all her life and done nothing great in her life. But I completely disagreed to her statement and replied that you have made us and have done every little thing to make our life comfortable. You have done so much for your family and according to me its just a very big thing to do. She instantly replied, "Everyone does that, nothing great in that." This statement of hers made me realise how we treat our mothers. We just take them for granted and never make them feel they are so special and will always remain special forever.

This is just not the case with my mom but with many other moms. So, guys don't take your mom for granted but make them feel special. The smile which will be on her face after that will be your reward. I am not saying we don't love our mom, everyone love his/her mom. But, how many of you compliment your mom once in a day?

In my post graduation days, one of my friends used to say that my mom is so sweet and he used to say so many things and I just used to laugh that what's great in that. Now I understood what was great in that sweetness of his mother. Yesterday only I was talking to my mom and was observing her really well and I found her so sweet as if I have not seen such sweetness in my life. I just felt like giving my mom a sweet kiss. Love you Mom. This blog is for you.

Have you guys heard the song Maa by Sagarika. Its a lovely song. I m posting the lyrics in my next blog. Do read it and also watch the video of the song on Youtube. I know you will love it.

Please let me know about my blog and your mom. Would really like to read how special your mom is!!!

SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

HE among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,

A Maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love:

 

A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!

--Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky.

 

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and, oh,

The difference to me!

An introduction - Kamala Das

I don’t know politics but I know the names
Of those in power, and can repeat them like
Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru.
I amIndian, very brown, born inMalabar,
I speak three languages, write in
Two, dream in one.
Don’t write in English, they said, English is
Not your mother-tongue. Why not leave
Me alone, critics, friends, visiting cousins,
Every one of you? Why not let me speak in
Any language I like? The language I speak,
Becomes mine, its distortions, its queernesses
All mine, mine alone.
It is half English, halfIndian, funny perhaps, but it is honest,
It is as human as I am human, don’t
You see? It voices my joys, my longings, my
Hopes, and it is useful to me as cawing
Is to crows or roaring to the lions, it
Is human speech, the speech of the mind that is
Here and not there, a mind that sees and hears and
Is aware. Not the deaf, blind speech
Of trees in storm or of monsoon clouds or of rain or the
Incoherent mutterings of the blazing
Funeral pyre. I was child, and later they
Told me I grew, for I became tall, my limbs
Swelled and one or two places sprouted hair.
WhenI asked for love, not knowing what else to ask
For, he drew a youth of sixteen into the
Bedroom and closed the door, He did not beat me
But my sad woman-body felt so beaten.
The weight of my breasts and womb crushed me.
I shrank Pitifully.
Then … I wore a shirt and my
Brother’s trousers, cut my hair short and ignored
My womanliness. Dress in sarees, be girl
Be wife, they said. Be embroiderer, be cook,
Be a quarreller with servants. Fit in. Oh,
Belong, cried the categorizers. Don’t sit
On walls or peep in through our lace-draped windows.
Be Amy, or be Kamala. Or, better
Still, be Madhavikutty. It is time to
Choose a name, a role. Don’t play pretending games.
Don’t play at schizophrenia or be a
Nympho. Don’t cry embarrassingly loud when
Jilted in love … I met a man, loved him. Call
Him not by any name, he is every man
Who wants. a woman, just as I am every
Woman who seeks love. In him . . . the hungry haste
Of rivers, in me . . . the oceans’ tireless
Waiting. Who are you, I ask each and everyone,
The answer is, it is I. Anywhere and,
Everywhere, I see the one who calls himself I
In this world, he is tightly packed like the
Sword in its sheath. It is I who drink lonely
Drinks at twelve, midnight, in hotels of strange towns,
It is I who laugh, it is I who make love
And then, feel shame, it is I who lie dying
With a rattle in my throat. I am sinner,
I am saint. I am the beloved and the
Betrayed. I have no joys that are not yours, no
Aches which are not yours. I too call myself I.

Are we free yet?? Just give it a thought!!

Today while watching television, a thought just came wandering from somewhere in my mind. Suddenly, I felt a deep urge to share it with all of you. Please give it a thought after reading it. I was watching some serial which obviously had a strong female character, which is a trend nowadays in daily soaps. The serial had a really very strong point about the society and their behaviour towards women, which according to me has not changed till now in our country. The question was again and again arising in my mind that is this really true? I mean whatever they show on television. This is the way we are still treated in this so called male-dominant society? The answer dint strike in my mind instantly as its in my mind till mow since then. But, I had one more question that are we free yet? Do answer these after reading the blog.

For the answer I searched in my mind and my mind said lets look around ourselves and our society. So, I did some research and found that partly the thing is true. The women are still not free in our country. They are yet not suppose to express their opinions and give some ideas regarding crucial issues. As we all know the ratio of female:male is being diminished day by day and due to this mainly girls are facing problems. I don't know what the modern male mentality is upto, they just feel the girls are the objects of their entertainment. The way males look at a girl as if he just wants to possess her. Nowadays its really hard for a girl to look beautiful, as this beauty is her biggest enemy. No wonder there are two sides of a coin, similarly good guys do exist but the majority of the male population just wants to have fun. No commitment nothing!!.

Television also wants women to look up to these serious issues and stand for herself like Rani laxmibhai. Serials like Maryada-lekin kab tak, Kali- ek agnipariksha and many more are not just for fun or rising TRP business.These show the things which actually occur in our society. These are not for mere watching, but for taking a stand and to show we are not an object or your possession, instead we have an identity, a self respect which no one can steal from us.

Have you guys read the poem An Introduction by Kamala Das, its a must read poem. Please read it I am posting in the next blog after this. You are really gonna realize how she must have felt about being a woman and how she was treated, its a pity and many women are still living a life like this. There was one more poem, I dont remember the poet, its "The purdah". In that too women are so ill-treated and they are allowed only to remain in purdahs only. I know many of you will say that purdah system is gone now since ages its abolished, but no thats really not the case. I have recently seen women still wearing purdahs and carrying out this ritual daily. This topic can go on and on but is there any solution for this? In my opinion, yes there is a solution unless and until we women will stand for ourselves....

Finally thank you for reading this blog. Suggestions needed for more improvements....

Just started writing blogs.....so bear me....;PP

Recently, I have developed a habit of relating things with each other. For example, if I had seen something earlier or experienced in past and if that very similar thing occurs to someone or to me after a few days, I can very well on the spot relate both the things,,,

Don't know how did I develop it but I can't help it... psst  I know this is getting boring...wait wait have a lot to tell u guys...

Few days back I went to visit Akshardham with ma cousins...had a lot of fun..and enjoyed all the rides...if u guys remember there is one ride where its like a boat and it will turn upside down...and for 1 min we ll be upside down hanging on it like anything...although there are many things for support and we wont fall as its safe....

For me it was a lifetime experience as unintentionally I took ma clutch with me in that ride and was not knowing where to keep it so I tucked it up in ma jeans....I was not knowing that when i will be upside down it can fall...

As soon as it started everything was in its place but suddenly our legs were in the sky and head down to earth....Oh gosh ....I was like what this ??? and all the bile was just about to come in ma mouth...eeeewwww!!!

It was just the beginning, due to such a range of motion, ma clutch fell from ma jeans and  I din't know whom it ll hurt or something like that...
At that very moment I forgot all the fear of that ride, but the only thing in ma mind was the movie "Final Destination"...if u guys must ve seen that flick u must be knowing how so many ppl died in that just becoz of the same foolishness of taking things in the ride...In that flick a boy took the camera and due to that some short circuit occurred and disaster happened....

Same ways I was afraid that please God no one should get hurt just becoz of my mistake of taking ma clutch with me...

But thankfully clutch fell directly to ground without disturbing any of the wires or grills or motion of that ride....

And this thing taught me a lesson that we should take experience from all the things and like this we learn so many good things...
So, one advice to all ...start relating and learning things like me...

This blog is an inspiration to me from ma very good friend Varsha...so I would like to acknowledge her....thanks Varsha....

This one is ma first blog.....so please comment guys...I know lot of improvement is needed....