Thursday, December 18, 2008

Back on road

I drove my loving Alto on Mumbai roads after so long. Here are the 10 things by which you know you are back on the Mumbai roads.(Note: These are my own personal observations and I do not claim any responsibility if you think it as your own thought in motion)

- Bhaiyya rickshawalas.
- Traffic.
- You honk at least once every 2 minutes.
- You abuse at least once every 3 minutes.
- Your mom(and all females in general) still drives the same horrid way
- You feel a strong urge to break traffic signals and signs just for the sake of it.
- Western Express highway is still jammed because of some road work.
- You see signs reading "Work in Progress.Please bear with us" everywhere.
- People strolling in the middle of the road, and giving a sheepish grin after being abused and honked at.
- 93.5 Red FM....Bajate Rahoooooooo.

For someone who was...

Whenever I am sad,
Whenever I am lonely,
My fatigued mind,
Thinks about her only.

Whenever I am down,
Whenever I am low,
She does something,
Which makes my face glow.

When I fear breaking down,
and desperately need a hand,
Its always been her,
Who makes me stand.

But whenever she has needed,
She has found me too,
I have always done the magic of,
Bringing out her from the blue.

Depression has never reached her,
Whenever I am around,
In my arms she feels,
Safe and sound.

Back Home

This is my first blog from the comforts of my home...yes my home in Mumbai.

It has been 4 days since I landed in Mumbai. And have enjoyed every moment of it here. It feels so great to be back home. I now realize what they mean when they say "Home is where heart is".

I look forward to these 15 odd days here. I already have this feeling that its going to be a too short a trip. But I am enjoying while I am here. :)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008


Countdown has begun.....3 days to go.

Going back home after nearly an year and a half. I am too excited to even write this properly. Last night, I was tossing in my bed till early hours of the morning. I was tired, but had this strange feeling of excitement and energy.

I went on a shopping spree, buying some thing or the other for the close ones and friends. I got a helicopter for my 2 1/2 year old nephew. Sorry Sarvesh,couldn't buy a "vimaaaan". Those guys at the toy store did not have a simple aeroplane. They had all kinds of helicopters and combat planes, but could not find a simple white colored Air India plane.

Lots has changed over the past year and half I have been here. When I reach home, things won't be the same either. There will be someone missing - dad. Dad, I really miss you. I still remember the last hug you gave me at the airport. However, I did not realize it would be our final one. I remember your last words to me. "Know the difference between what is right and what is wrong. Whatever you do, believe in yourself and put the effort. Success will come." Dad, you were a man of few words. But, how I long to hear those few words from you. I saw my friends buying shirts and ties for their father. Even I wanted to buy one for you.....