Employee no:6201

Sometimes milestones proves to be our reflections.Employee no 6201,a number assigned to me before exact 18 months and 29 days .A no.of newly appointed Team Manager who stepped down on world’s richest and strongest economy with certain aims and goals in mind,both personally and professionaly.Main aim to have some potential savings and go back home after a year or two get settled in life and study for my MBA and support family in a better way.Though nothing hold true after first two months of stay here,but still i am happy ,i would be having mangoes ,which by the way i love most.Carrying away with me all the goodwill and all the godo part and things learnt.

A wonderful boss,infact rarest of rare ,near to impossible to get a Boss like him.I had learnt many tings,professionalism to a more professional extent.Life had shown a 360 degree turn in last 19 months.Today my tryst with KDC came to an end.A happy ending though,feels liek a surrogated mother.From tomorrow will be going to office just for surfung and again a godo thing came on way today when my Boss said me that if in any case afetr 15 days of joining a new job,didn’t find it right,do let him know and can join back again.Itna to apne bhi nahi karte.

From this moment,someone would be using my table,a chair,a computer,laptop,those cupboards where once i also stackedup some important clothes.I will miss that Captain Munir’s flight everyday at 7:30 a.m(Munir is my Driver and i used to call him Captain Munir cozof his driving skills),a return flight back with same captain and crew at 4:00.

Aur phir bahut kuch likhunga,par time is short.

And yes guys there no system of farewell here,so i am gonna msis that scnacks which are best part of any farewell and ofcourse cake.

Chalo guys,aaj se thode din ke liye ek tagless banda  hoon.A perosn without any clear goal in life,what he wants to do and achieve in life.

Bus,Aur kuch nahi badla…aur nahi badlega…

Ek Employee no 6201 ki file hai jo aaj se thode saal tak dhul khati rahegi between somewhere behind the stacks.

Aaj pata chal ,bina portfolio ke “mantriji” ki life kaisi hoti hogi..

TheeRain

My “Wonderfool” World

I wonder-

 

1. Why no matter which side of the street I am on waiting for the bus, there always seems to be plenty of buses plying on the opposite side, but none on my side.

 

1. Why every time I hit the “up” button on the elevator, the one going down arrives first.

 

1. Why the more I study for the exams, the better gets my chances of screwing them up.

 

1. Why every time the professor in class asks a student some question, I always know the answer to it by heart, but when it is my turn to answer questions, I am always dumbstruck and dumbfounded.

 

1. Why every gal I have a crush on has a crush on somebody else, and gals who have a crush on me do not interest me in the least.

 

1. Why every guy from my college who was academically superior to me has a better job, and every guy academically inferior to me has a good looking wife.

 

1. Why every time I try to guess the correct answer to a true/false question in the exams, I end up choosing the wrong option.

 

1. Why every time I check the prices for mangoes(i love it…) before buying them, they are 1 KD each, but every time I forget to check their price, they are 1.80 KD each.

 

1. Why every time I wake up late, I have all the unfinished jobs in the world to do before I leave for job/work.

 

1. Why my fellow passengers have always been uninteresting couples with badly behaved kids throwing a tantrum every now and then whenever I traveled in a train.(Happened in India too and talked to my wifey also)

 

1. Why every time I try to make some excuse for not getting hurt and still get caught by wifey.

1. Why every time I tell myself that I do not have the time to cook, and my body should understand and cooperate and use up all the fat reserves, I end up feeling hungrier than ever. Perhaps my stomach has no brains.

 

1. Why the probability of me meeting my papa everyday always increases a hundred fold whenever I am thinking about his belongings or with his belongings.

 

1. Why when we lived in an era with no call waiting on the phone, every important call for papa came whenever I used to be on the phone.

 

1. Why mirrors in shopping malls are strategically placed everywhere so that every time you pick up a sexy dress, the fatso in the mirror sarcastically laughs back at you.

 

1. Why every time I am done buying something (say a camera, a laptop, a webcam, whatever), its price either goes down or I see a better deal elsewhere.

 

1. Why every time I am the least prepared for task of my project, the bossie seeks my opinion on topics the most.

 

1. Why every time some guy in the group starts going out with some gal, I am always the last one to know.

 

1. Why every time a beautiful girl on the plane is looking lost trying to find her seat and I pray that the empty seat beside me better be hers, she finally goes ahead and seats at the remotest corner in the plane.

 

1. Why lip sticks look great on every woman especially on screen, but when i find it ona girl/women passing by looks like a blood-sucking vampire.

 

1. Why whenever I absentmindedly scratch my hair,bite my nails or dig my nose(which i do least often) in an empty room, someone walks in without preamble.

 

1. Why of all the 15 odd 10 year old kids who were by themselves in Vimal Mama’se’s wedding, I was the only kid who sat on a broken chair and thus fell into the adjacent gutter/drain on a cold, wintry night.

 

1. Why every time I make a resolution of working the most on a particular weekend, I end up doing nothing.

 

1. Why every time i expect wifey’s call most and didn’t get to hear her voice.

 

1. Why every beautiful girl is engaged, married, lesbian, or has migrated to Antarctica.

 

1. Why every time my friend P would call me up back at home, I would be in the loo.

 

1. Why every time I study lead, arsenic, and cadmium, a question on mercury comes for the exams.(It happened most of the times during school days/coolage days)

 

1. If the hypothesis of a good looking person always marrying a bad looking spouse is true, should I prefer considering myself good looking or should I prefer having a good looking wife instead.(Nothing can’t be done now…)

 

1. Why every time I forget the phone and imagine wifey trying to call me up, I rush back at the end of the day only to find that no one called me up.

 

1. Why any shirt/tshirt that looks good on me always looks better on my friends.

 

1. Why just when I reach the crossing does the light turn red.(Roz ki bimari hai,since last 1.5 years havent gone back home without stopping at a signal)

 

1. Why every time I stood on the left in a crowded train, the lady on the right always got a seat first.

 

1. Why good looking men always have bad taste in women.

 

1. Why every time I went to a party thinking that I looked the best, there were men who always looked better than I did.

 

1. Why every time someone clicked the camera without telling me, either my eyes were shut or my paunch was showing.

 

1. Why every time I had an important appointment to attend to, the alarm clock would ditch me.

 

1. Why every time I sat down to watch India playing, Ganguly got out.

 

1. Why in school, every time the teacher would seat me beside the dull, irritating, and the most uninteresting girl.

 

1. Why every time I would need my glasses, I would forget to put them in the case.(So abhi mein case carry nahi karta hoon)

 

1. Why every time I would go on for a photo-clicking spree, the batteries would run low.

 

1. Why every time there would be a huge queue to get a platform ticket, there would be a paunchy ticket inspector right at the gate.

 

1. Why I can never determine what spices to put in what food and always end up cooking horrible food with all the wrong spices.

 

1. Why every time I am in a huge family gathering, some aunty of mine always has to recount inappropriate stories (mainly on the wrong timing of peeing,crying and shitting) from my childhood to the other people.

 

1. Why every time I have a nightmare of getting onto a weighing machine and the pointer crazily deflecting to the left, it is actually never a nightmare, but stark, harsh reality.

 

1. Why every time when a girl decides to wear something adventurous and revealing to college,her dad would go to office late or come home early.

 

 

1. Why every time I am on the phone and am required to note down something, maybe a number or an address, I can never find a pen in the radius of some 10 feet.

 

1. Why I can usually remember any persons’ vehicles number once i saw it or telephone numbers how long it may be , but usually never the date of birth.

 

1. Why every time I miss the bus despite running to get is the bus I needed to take, and why whenever I reach the bus stop on time, it is never the bus I needed to take that arrives first.

 

1. Why every time I sneaked into the kitchen at night, I’d get caught by mom. And guess what? Even now I have this habit of looking here and there to make sure that no one is around when I am hogging on food from the fridge, though I very well know that NO ONE IS AROUND.

 

1. Why it feels low and disappointed on the day when i am missing her the most and say her how much she means to me in my life.

So what you are wondering 2day…

TheeRain

Dream’s End:Searching Sky beyond Horizon…

“સમય, શબ્દ ને અર્થની બહાર આવી, બધી ઈચ્છા ત્યાગી ને હોવું વટાવી,
ઊભો છું ક્ષિતિજપારના આ મુકામે, તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે”

I carry myself with a broken heart…
when i find myself…lost in the dark..!!!!

Two persons are true soulmates if they are comfortable sharing silence together” …..

very true …..

Ek,Do,Teen,Char,Panch,Che,Saat,Aath,nau,Dus,Gyarah,Bara,Tera…..

Yes i m learning maths or may be MADhuri’s spirit is in me who makes me dance on this peppy number. I am counting days ,will see mom,bro and especially wifey.BTW(means by the way..he he..u idiots) nerve provoking excitemnet which is there in last countdown from 10 to 1 while launching satelite is incomparable to ;when actually you have bulit or designed it.And yes i went to watch a classical dance programme ,few kind persons gave me a pass which costed 10 KD for free to attend the programme.Believe me ,for the first time i found it interestingand enjoyed the music,till date i used to have impression that those male classical dancers are gay.I really enjoyed it.Developed one more interest in my bag and simulataneously searching for classical music on net for FREE.A confession that really didn’t enjoyed with heart and soul,was somewhere else and was looking at my wrist watch.Addicted to talk to her.She was so firm in her words yesterday and so do i; blindly ,but got her SMS that she will have a nice slumber,which she ususally does and i went back home with a nightmare.I actually was sure off that i will be able to see her and she will be awake.Anyway,doesn’t make any difference.I was furious with myself as on next day R uncle felt bad too coz of my early departure,when he siad i was searching you so that we can have dinner together and expected me to stay till end.Didn’t have anywords except to feel and say sorry about.

Kuwait saga is soon going to end.And happy for that.When i tried to sort out the balance sheet ,it came to a big ZERO(A quantity and quality of no importance,that’s the definition acording to dictionary.)in terms of everything;money,savings,relations,happiness,rants etc…She says will start agin form scratch,but why,isn’t 20 months a good bunch of time.And a gospel truth,yes,things get subsided day by day ,lost all the excitment and enthusiasm what i had and i am  not the same what i want to be and what i was.Aur jab scratch se hi start karna hai to will fill my bags again and hope this time it doesn’t get void.

My papa always said that remember one thing “You can’t clap with one hand”.Perhaps i lost today my most precious treasured possesion , a pen which was mightier than every penny on planet.So an era came to an end after almost 11 years.Will get the same new one if i can afford it !But,it’s O.K someday it would have been,bit earlier.Now i am left with  his another Hero ink pen,a Titan watch given to me on my 14th birthday,his 2 shirts and few of his mails which we exchanged when internet just took birth.I remember me paying 100 bucks for 1 hr in cybercafe.Lots of blessings,good teachings and preachings  and his professional paperworks and files.Ahhh list is more than enough for me to keep him alive in me.

My laptop is giving me trouble these days coz of connection problems.As post title says i am waiting for the time where there will be no biasness,no diplomacy,no self centredness,a world of commitment and dedication.If it seems i dream on a starry day,yes i do.I have lot of work to do,lots of things still unexplored here.Now i feel tired and exhausted.

I am being tagged now to write on a sereas note leaving humour beside what actually i want to do or i wish:

So now , just to fool god into thinking I am not such a bad guy , I need your help.This is serious now.

I want to sponsor a kid/ child , but -

-> Given the nature of my work , I cannot make regular visits , hence I intend to extend help , financially and otherwise, through correspondence .

-> I do not want it to be a mechanical cheque writing exercise , I want to know about the child , his progress , his life on a regular basis . I want to know him as a child , not as an address I send some money to.

-> There are many such programs on the internet . But I want the kid to be actually helped , hence it would help if any of you has been involved with any such work or can guide me to a program which achieves what it promises .

My experience with any such thing is zero , to be precise . But I definitely want to make a start now , and I do not know anyone who can guide me . If you can , please do mail me at dhiren.sshah@yahoo.com I would be grateful.

I am not a millionaire but atleast i can sponsor for his education,i don’t mind if i doesn’t make potential savings.My experience in kitchen is being moulded now to a good chef.I prepared omlette,maggi,dal(RTC),corn chat,macaroni,kellogs corn flakes.I didn’t have any complaints for my wifey or for anyone but what i have is everything with me.I can’t deny that i many times expected that one fine night she will call me and ask what you had in dinner or whether you had your dinner or not?Feels good,;uske bina bhi it feels good too.Anyway its not a  grave issue to poner upon,so thought  discarded.And i said her today that please think its ours when she had asked for certain things ,not with other intention especially just to think and act like that especially for the matter which she said.Aur ha my wifey says if i get angry for anything related to her just be angry on her and scold her.Kya karu,even if i want to.Suggestions welcome.

And one last thing . Earlier this day , while browsing the net for something young single(for time being) men generally browse in their free time , I read that Mandira Bedi has apologized for wearing a saree with the Indian flag featuring below her waist.I mean , we Indians really need to find something to do , or we will just keep harassing girls who are brave enough to host a cricket show without knowing anything about cricket .

Soemthing to leave you by,something touchy and true.

પ્રેમમાં દિલની વાતને સામેના પાત્રને જણાવવી ખુબ જરુરી છે. પ્રેમમાં માત્ર ભાગ્ય પર વિશ્વાસ રાખીને બેસી રહેવાથી કઈ ફાયદો થતો નથી. જો કોઈને ખરેખર પ્રેમ કરો છો તો તેને કહો… દિલ ખોલીને કહો…! ‘ના’ સાંભળવાથી ડરૉ નહી…!

ખોટું ન લાગે તો વાત એક કહું
હું થોડા દિવસ હવે તારામાં રહું?

કામમાં હશે તો હું વાત નહીં માંડું
મૌનમાંય કોઈ દી ના છાંટા ઉડાડું
સમણાંનો કાયદોય હાથમાં ન લઉં… હું થોડા દિવસ…

કોણ જાણે હિમશી એકલતા જામી
વૈદો કહે છે: હૂંફની છે ખામી
કહે છે તારામાં લાગણી છે બહુ… હું થોડા દિવસ …

રોજ એક ઈચ્છા જો સામે મળે છે
આંખોમાં ભીનું થઈ નામ ટળવળે છે
તારામાં તારાથી આગળ નહીં જઉં… હું થોડા દિવસ …

રસ્તામાં પાથરેલ કાંટા જો મળશે
મારી હથેળી પછી પગ તારો પડશે
વેદનાનો ભાર હું એકલો જ સહું… હું થોડા દિવસ…

કહેણ મોસમનું કોઈ મને ભાવતું નથી,
મને સાચકલે મારામાં ફાવતું નથી.
આમ ટીપાની ધાર બની ક્યાં સુધી વહું?… હું થોડા દિવસ

Love you so much may  whatever it be…

TheeRain

Inexperienced: Four Months Later

Episode 6. This is the final episode in a series written about a couple of months ago that get married without the benefit of sex education. The nature of the series causes it to be a little explicit, even if this particular episode isn’t, so if you’re easily offended, you might want to read something else.)

Four months later, at a hospital.
“So, what did the doctor say?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“What?!”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”

(silence)

“So we really have been doing it right.”
“Apparently.”
“Hmmm.”
“You know that friend of yours?”
“The one I finally asked what goes where, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“What about him?”
“Could you beat him up for me?”
“But why?! He helped! We should be thanking him!”
“I don’t think so. If he really wanted to help, he would have told us about contraception.”

-tHEErAIN

Chao…

Perchance elucidations…..

I know that loss of memory and cognitive function comes with BP and some meds, but this is too much.Can’t be so pretentious,yes i miss her to an intolerable extent.Seems something is certainly missing ,feels like a secluded soul in between amass.I am certainly feeling so restless and above all a feeling which is difficult to pen down.My favourite pastime especially in office is being surfing net to fetch answers of thousands of answers,which usually is senseless.IN one of the site i came to know about Agony Aunt,those colums being written by so called ” expert”(bloody shit) and answers about perosnal problems related to relationships,health,personality,lifestyle,sex and etc …Now this seems to be so funny to me.and funniest part is people do ask.I cant include some weirdest questions asked by “junta” and funniest answers i thought off.I am palnning to write down on certain rules of life,interludes to live life.

Ahh and a sereas confession to make(Sorry darling..i cheated you…you know can’thurt you but need to say you someday…)i have fallen in love with someone so special i have been looking since last many years…the presence ..the charisma..the smile…(hye mein marjawa chole bhature khake…) everything of hers is been perfect…she doenst bring herself ..she brings representative sample of god’s perfection…her “NATURE”(nature samajte ho na bhai…) self reliant,extraordinarily innocent ,flamboyant looks,understanding ,intelligent…(lagta hai kuhc jyada hi ho gaya) ahhhhhh…uhhhhhhhhhh..okie okie..talking about LISA RAY… infact i am in love with her…i watched ball and chain movie of hers thrice in 2 days and hollywood bollywood twice in 2 days…sacchi…i m totally fida on her..collected all the possible snaps available on net(u dirty minds..snaps pure kapde mein hain…aur harek ke liye pure kapde ki definition alag hoti hai..right)wifey,i am a good boy.Abhi time nahi hai els would have written a book on her.Office mein aur bhi to kaam hote hai blogs likhne ke alawa.

Hey darling,

“Lidho hato janam mein saune prem karva mate ,

vachma tame,jarak vadhare gami gaya”

Yes yes i know,brahm gyan to muje hota rehta hain.Even one more personal experience of mine so that you all can’t deny my intelligence.

“Women have a bad habit of getting their hair cut JUST when it’s looking good.”

-TheeRain
Is sentence ka papa mein hoon.

Hey My love,

Come soon….

Missing you….

And yes i have been thinking to rename my blog or start a new one…

any suggestions?

i thought of a name : the life and loves of an Irreverent Reverend

Aur ha mere gol mol stumbling kids ka bhi naam bhi aya hai…

Shlok

Angira

Naiya and Navik

(I m not shanno mausi…)

Chao(MTV per VJ ko bolthe huye dekha tabse mein bhi sikh gaya)

The horrid thing about the world is that you’re constantly being made to be someone other than yourself. The nice thing about life is that you invariably, can’t help being yourself.

Dho Dala!!

Disclaimer:This post is dedicated to all those Dhobis and Kamwali Shaku Bai’s along with mommy’s.
I talked over more than 40 minutes to my friend(s) and shared our “dukhdard”.i was said that
” Yaar , tera jaisa banda akela reh kaise sakta hain ? Tu to aisa tha jaise tune paida hote hee nurse se gappe maarna shuru kar dia tha..tu bahut badal gaya Kuwait mein jaa ke ?”
Now,my friend does have a point.Aaj mein Rakhi Sawant ke Kapdon ki kasam khake kehta hun ki i had changed a lot in last 20 months.From a lazy student to a lazy manager.
The boy who landed in Kuwait leaving mommy and bro back home (who never had left his home) on the 10th of Oct 2005 was possesed of nothing more than seven minutes of cumulative experince in the kitchen , had ironed a total of three shirts , seven chaddis and one handkerchief in the 24 years 8 months of his life , had no sense of a biological clock and did not know how a man in different country looks like.
And today , on the kaali amaavas ki raat of 17th April 2007 , I can proudly smirk and claim to be a man who can prepare maggi , sandwiches , neembu paani and an occasional thick brown liquid which I call coffee . Mujhe pata hain aap mein se kuch kaafi shakki mizaaz ke hain , unke liye maggi ki foto bhee chipka bhee dee hain .bilaady disbelievers.And I have washed enough trousers , shirts ,t shirts , chaddis and other chote chote kapde to get a wildcard entry into the All India Dhobi Association of India .And i know now how muct strainous healthy exercise it is.Mommy i miss you.Now i know how much pain you had to bare coz of me right from day i was born till date.Sorry mommy for everything.mein sharminda hoon.errr not a movie title you bunch of idiots..dil se nikli huye awaz hain.
But all this seems as precious as SWISS Bank’s locker ka password once you move away from home. Beta door yahan Dinar aur Pertol ke desh mein jab office se wapas ek ‘kabristaan sa sunsaan’ kamre mein aaoge , when no one will be around to care if you are seven minutes away from dying a maut due to starvation , when you have to watch every cricket game alone(also point to be noted meeelord Ma(n)dira Bedi’s curvatured asets ) and when Geoffrey Boycot tries to do some indescent proposals and all those indescent “ishare” i feel to kill him with bandook , then you realise what a family means .So while you are with your family , relish every moment , walk into the kitchen and try to pick up a hot “bhajiya or dalwada” while your mommy scolds “Uff ! Thanda tho hone de ! Yeh ladka bhee na bass !” . Watch every match with your dad (i want to.please papa come once atleast ..wud have loads of fun )and argue if sachin should have left that ball outside off stump alone . Fight with your brother for every thing he does . Because kya pata , kal ho na ho .( Uee ma , karan johar mujhe sue karne aa raha hain , bachao ).Sereasly guys,i miss my mommy infact am too sharminda for everything.I was a beelady fool.Infact i am.I need mommy too but anyhow ..jane bhi do yaron…why to rant.
But some good things have also popped out of this tanhayi tanhayi ki mp3 which has been playing in my life over the last twenty months . Umm..like I have read more books than I ever had . The most intelligent piece of literature I had read before coming to Kuwait was “Super Commando Dhruv aur Pratishod ki Jwala” . ( It was the one where “Grandmaster Robo” kills Dhruv’s mom and dad when they strayed in Robo’s garden playing chupan chupai , which in turn , forced Dhruv to turn into a “Super Commando” from a nanha munna boy who used to watch Pogo all day ).But now I have read books which involve more than parental murders and revengeful kids . Also , I have learnt to be comfortable with myself . I can spend 120 years in a dark dungeon locked up all alone now , although the company of Mandira or Mallika would not be a problem . And I have learnt to eat stuff which is called “Mutter Paneer” but looks more like Fried Ostrich balls ( Eyeballs , you insensitive animal hater ) floating in the blood of Jackie Shroff . ( You dont believe me ? I never ate mutter in my life,i still read comics and watch cartoons)
Anyway , chalo mere gol matol desh wasiyon , i have been spending time these days in office reading all the newspapers on the net,along with gossip columns and all obituaries.Orkut devi ki jay.Reading all my rare collection of Gujarati poems and Ghazals.I said to my bossie,please don’t give me work.give me salary.Sounds cool ha.Ofcourse wrote something ofr my wifey,said to her.bahut sare “kyu” ka jawaab abhi bhi baki hai?Things got worst today while talking to my wifey.Infact all my frustration comes over as i haven’t shared with her how it feels like ….!?Will talk to her for sure.There seems to be no need to say what you do for people or for everyone,it reflects without saying but most important is somene undertsands what you are doing or rather what you did and reverts back with same dedication.
And yes,after going back to India want to watch loads of movies ,prepared a list too.Most of the time in night or rather midnite goes in watching Friends ,and as usual that can make me laugh like a hell along with Tom and Jerry.I have been tagged to write about 3s and 3s.Here it is:
Three things that scare me:

Blood.
Rejection.
Hurt feelings of person(S) i love

Three people who make me laugh:

Popeye.
Tom n Jerry.
The kids.

Three things I love:
Writing.
Reading poetry.
Looking up at the starry sky.

Three things I hate:

The fact that someone is self centred or only thinks about one side even when you have given up everything.
My married friends ranting about mallikas curves.
Rejection.

Three things I don’t understand:
Biology.
Women.
Women who studies/studied biology.

Three things on my desk in office:
The dictionary.
Lots of pens and pencils and paper.
Bits of stick on papers with deadlines written on them that I never seem to read.

Three things I am doing right now:
Wondering where my life is gonna take me from here.
Thinking about lot of why’s and searching for their answer.
Drinking water and having biscuits .

Three things I want to do before I die:
Travel all around the world.
Watching my own baby ,my own bundle of joy being brought in to this world.(Bhagwan muje shakti de)
For that want need to get married and spend a lifetime loving wifey with all love,passion,commitment and dedication.

Three things I can do:
Manipulate people- that is what they say.
Cannot ccept the things or person . That is what they say.
Dream. That is what I say.

Three things you should listen to:
The heartbeat of the person you love.
The inner voice.
The mirror. It seldom lies.

Three things you should never listen to:
Palm readers. Am still searching for the fraud who told my folks that am gonna die a spinster.
Seminars. They are meant for free food and naps.
Friends who call you up all excited on 04/01 and tell you they are getting married. That is a lesson well learned.

And of course- parents. Stop borrowing their experiences, go get up and learn things on your .Do on your own rather then being a handicapped without someones support !!!!

Three things I would like to learn:
To keep her happy without hurting.
The basic art of sketching.
Biology(All the biological processes are still unclear and difficult to undertsand).

Three beverages I drink regularly:
Coffee.
Milk.
Apne Gum(Not fevikwik)

Din add water as that goes without saying.

Three TV shows I watched or love to watch:
Tom and Jerry.
Friends.
Swabhiman.

And abhishek is getting married.I will too.my lips are sealed , my fingers are tied , and all I can say is what it would be to see my love ,meether and be with her.talk to her.Sorry ladies , first Abhishek , now me . And for me , she is way far far far better than Aishwarya .
And my favourite gujarati poem dedicated to my love:

આન્ખ બન્ધ કરુ, તુ સ્વપ્ન થા,
અન્ખ ઉઘાડુ, તુ સાકાર થા.
હમેશા તને પાસ રાખવા ઇચ્છુ છુ,
નયનો ઉઘાડા છે, તુ કીકી થા.

સજળ નયનો છે, તુ અશ્રુ થા,
અશ્રુ સરે છે, તુ મોતી થા.
ખજાનો આ જતન કરવા જેવો છે,
મારા દિલ ની પેટી મા તુ બન્ધ થા.

અધબીડાયેલા હોઠ છે, તુ ચુન્બન થા,
હુ આદમ થાઉ, તુ ઇવ થા.
પ્રેમ ની પરિકલ્પના સાકાર કરવા,
હુ સર્જક થાઉ, તુ સર્જન થા.

જિન્દગી એક સફર છે, તુ મન્જિલ થા,
હુ રાહિ થાઉ, તુ હમસફર થા.
મારા સ્વપ્નો ને સાકાર કરવા,
મારા હોસલાઓ ની તુ બુલન્દી થા.

અન્ત નક્કી છે આ જીવનનો, તુ સજ્જ થા,
જીવન રુપી ફકરા નુ તુ પૂર્ણવિરામ થા.
મ્રુત્યુ બાદ નુ જીવન જીવી શકુ માટે -
મારા શરુઆત નો તુ જ અન્ત થા.

“Kuch to tanhaayi ka ehsaas
Mujhe kam hoga…..
Mere saaye se, agar mujhe
Mila de koi.”
TheeRain

Reminiscence or Rennaisance Man

It’s been an aeon i had blogged.Woke up from hibernation period.My joy has no limits when i woke up and think about my repatriation.Yes, i am going back to my own country between people whom i love.Recently since many days i am literally passing my time at my workplace on net(Pls don’t say tomy bossie and my mommy).Google devta and orkut devi came to rescue me.Started orkuting and now addicted to it found 51 treasures and waiting for few to log in to their PC and see my name in their mailbox and get excited as i was when i found them on orkut.Meanwhile,i too had a shirt stint with bharatmatrimony.com and searched for a good match.Was fun although.I never understood the demand and supply chain for the niche market of matrimony.I need to say first abhisek and then me.By the way ,finally my list came down to 39 on Orkut and so i can boast that i have reasonably good no. of friends on this planet ,but was not able 2 get 2-3 of my bestest buddies .Anyway the idea of orkutting was suggested to me by my buddy “S” and the first thing i tried my hands on was to search for “her” and Voila!There “she” was.There was no limit to my excitement when i saw “her ” name .And more than that was excited to write a testimonial but later on after opening “her” profile dropped down the idea.Things were already written by” her” friend and yes i know i don’t need words to pen down but wanted to see the surprise check in her mailbox and  ajoy on her face if i had written the testimonial and hope she would be too astonished to get a mail from my side especially from Orkut.The matter was just a simple surprise.As usual i am normally being mistaken or taken granted for disliking things/persons at “her” side.Anyway the stuff wrote for “her” and wanted to be on Orkut will be published just now.Bhai logo..zara nazar niche karke dekhna,mil jayega.Infact i was tagged to wrote down on few things i want to do before i die.Would follow later.

                                      Recently i have been reading Erich Segal’s Lovestory(Ofcourse in my office,again don’t say to my bossie).Erich bhai likhte hai ki”When you are in love you don’t need or feel sorry for anything”.Sahi hai mamu.Anyway ,my thoughts goes like this:Everyone wants a person with whom he can share and say everything,a person who undertsands you without even uttering words,who knows everything about you and that person is said to be a “SOULMATE”.This is what i always wanted ; a soulmate rather than a life partner.And by the way in last 20 months i can say that the thing whihc i alwasy hated ;to get clicked(meelord humein pata hai hum kaise dikhte hai).Yes,my list of snaps have came to 358 ,of Kuwait,Saudi and Dubai along with few places i visited.Infact there came a change of 360 degres in me(see the title of this post) after i commited my life for “her”,after “she” came in to  my life.The first thing i thought when i decided to go to India last year for getting engaged to “her” was would get myslef clicked in this or that way before and after getting engaged.But unfortunately i lost all excitement and enthusiasm.Everything went wrong…almost everything..No comments please on causes and effects.This time will be sharing many things,words,ideas,thoughts and feelings and hope atleast “she” would listen and ask me the reasons why i felt so.

I m missing “her” to an intolerable extent.Bus aur koi line aa nahi rahi hai….

uhhhhhh..now my list of things i would love to do before i die:

1)Listen to “her” heartbeat everyday and forever ,whom i love most ,more than anyone else and anythng else on this planet.Really guys,the feeling to listen heartbeat of the person you love is beyond any words to express.

2)To call “her” in the middle of the night and say how much i love”her”.

3)To be awake and still dream being with “her”.

4)To just think of dropping and giving up everything on planet as i act ,rather than worrying about tomorrow and setting limits.Worth a try atelast.

5)To feed my kid(s) and watch cartoon together while sitting on a sofa.

6)Say sorry to mummy for neglecting her.(Sorry mommy,you are worth more than million of joys and regret and repent for what i did to you for….)

7)Love “her” madly and beyond limits.

8)To get the love somehwat to an extent  along with respect what i got form my papa.Papa i miss u everyday and everymoment and yes,infact of my eye burning search to search you,all things gone invain>i am sure i would not have felt what i am feeling since last 1.5 years if you would have been there.

9)To spend time with “her” and only with “her” without any contacts and disturbances from anyone.

10)List may be endless ..better to finish it up here…

And yes JAAN..something dedicated to you…..

I search deep within my soul…
To find a piece of you within.
What I feel inside has grown,
Reached the level of something I can’t control,
where before I’ve been.
I search deep within my heart…
Beating slowly…
And I know with each heartbeat those memories stay behind,
They become the past as they release me.
I search deep within my thoughts…
Sweet lingering thoughts of you…
For I have you to thank…
(You know my dream ..whisper in your ears and say I LOVE YOU for n no.of times)
You’re the only person I had and will ever love more than anythng else on this planet.
Then I think about us
And I’m glad I can call you mine,
For now you’re a part of me…
And that’s how it will be…even beyond the end of time. I love you  madly and thanks for coming in my life…. TheeRain

(L)earning Basics of Existence of LiFE

Nowdays i am learning few basic which i was totally ignorant about.Or can say i haven’t bothered to gain knowledge on that part.I am thankful to “her” for listening to some of my weird questions and clarifying my doubts.But i can say only to “her”.And really she explained to me evrything.I love you Wifey.One more reason in my basket.I think no one can clarify doubts the way she did.
Things are still complex to me to an extent,but learnt now and as a man i should know also certain things and i am taking interest also .I don’t think there is anything wrong in it.Or if anyone feels so,i care a damn about it.
I had even crossed the limits of my madness for “her” to live with “her” ,to be with ” her” for eachother.To express and ooze out everything that is in my heart and soul.
I think there’s no other way to express feelings for each other which we had dreamed off.It matters to us and our love and reality of being 2gether for each other.
I am running short of words,distracting from even a midget thing .The only thing i need is “her” ,The only one i want to be with is “she”.The only one i want to be mad for is “she”
Let our madness supersede everything.
Just had to say : I Really Love “You”.
Waiting for the day when you will be forever mine.
Thanks for everything wifey.
TheeRain

It’s all about money Honey!!

I remebered the advertisement showing cricket meastro Sachin saying “In life there are certain things money can’t buy.For everything else there’s Mastercard”.Vit M is most important to keep everyone happy,i think every relation.
May be i have gone insane today.
Actually i hate people’s attitude when they count bucks.Especially in few relations where even you can let go the things and can bare even,if one has got so finacial crisis.Yes,that doesn’t mean i don’t want to pay it.But as far as i know, relations i had developed and maintained none of our sides are in to counting how much i had to pay or he has to pay.
Mein to apna hi hoon na,fir mere liye bhi ginti.I think i should be also calculative.Or may be i get frustrated with “her” as i had never counted even if i had to pay or for the firrst time i saw and even felt that one counts money and says without any kind of thin line on cuntenance.I had problems with this attitude and mentality of people.I really do hate that.I feel i am an idiot no 1 on this planet.
Ever since last 365 days some or the other way i have changed, also my attitude towards many things.It’s okie now i know marriage is a kind of copromise,but to what extent?Whatever i had stopped saying about my expectations!I had accepted things would never be the way it should be,one has to think and act on own rather than driven by someone who guides always for evenr small small things and to decide on your behalf,what to do where to go and what to say.So better not to pester or complain about.
But one thing i am proud to say ,the bringing and things which my mummy papa imbibed,is far more incomparable then any other child among persons i know.When i had thought of ” other” relations first ,i was always turned down sating things are not expected from my side.Now,i am not able to feel the same charm.
I think i did the right thing when i came to know i am under a heavy debt ,just made a draft today and sent to “her”.infact i could have said to my mummy that pls give money to “her” as i need to pay “her”,but i think that would even hurt her and also come to know the things which she should not.So if i am hiding few things,it’s perfctly allrite.Certain things are need not be shared and that doesn’t mean that i am not atached with her.We don’t show and that doesn’t make any difference.
Yes ,i don’t expect from now anything from “her” or even for my family.The way she forgot the thing recently on big occasion,i too could have made an issue and said ” i don’t expect anything for my family”.I too could give my verdict and still her judgement pinches as i had given first preference to others rather than my own people.And even when she has “so much” trust on me,i think i had too became pachydermic.
I love Sanjubaba,coz he gave words of wisdom:
“Sapna tuta hai to dil kabhi jalta hia,ha thoda sa dard hota hai par chalta hai”
I don’t know what to do ,may be i am mad for “her” and don’t give second thought for anything.It’s true,things should not be superfluous ,it should be within limits.
i wish i could not have pre pictured the portrait of person whom i want to live my life with ,whatever it may be Life still goes on.I would give 100% and as i had ceased my expectations ,although i rant a lot ,but i think at some hidden corner there is and still remaions,as time goes it will get buried down and decompose for a better scot free happy living .I certainly can’t be so brave for such acts or even say to a starnger too.
Hat’s off to you “Life”
There’s nothing to say.I wouldn’t mind saying the things which are technially and socially incorrect ,but one has to understand and accept that too.
May be i talk the things when “she” has few problems,but without any ulterior motive to hurt her.I think sometimes i get hurt too.I am not finding faults in anyone but certianly the maturity is what, it shows and reveals the attitude.
God just praying to you for only one thing.I hope i don’t have to take anything from anyone in my life ever,even in any case i have to,i can rely on persons whom i think they are certainly part of my life and who understands me.
One after one i have survived shocks and heartbreaks,so will continue too.Or it doesn’t give much pain ,i forget and forgive easily now.
Small things did made a difference in life,coz small drops makes a reservoir.
Even certain things comes naturally even without staying under one roof.And that’s wat is all about so called “Sanskars”.However modern you are but should not forget the roots.
After 365 days ,all i have to do is to make up my heart and soul to say “Theerain ,scot free this and forget”.
And yes i had decided to drastically cut down on phone calls.It’s my hard earned money too.But i am not able to.Neither i am trying my will power ,for which i am over confident.But i never thought of anything.If money comes so hard for others,it doesn’t come so easily for me and that’s certainly a fact.Money is the pen i need to write down the script.I felt “people” are worried about pen more rather than script.And as far as i know i wont rely on them even in life i had to ever face a time or penury.Especially from “her ” or “them”.I would better die rather than begging.Still i have self respect.
I am calling everyone nowdays whom i know that our bond is beyond any “hisab-kitab”
I am good on maths but not at all good in calculations.Atleast that should be known by now .
I expected many things ,but now this was the final thing that oblitrerated my dreams and may be my myths.
Reality is so difficult to digest.
Money rules everything.
Mummy and Papa ,what you taught us i think not even a highly qualified person can teach.
I love u and miss you so much.
Certainly life moves on.
I tink “she” never tried to experience how it feels and most important is understood how it feels.But i love her madly and keep on loving her for rest of my life.
Still I think I flunked after 365 days of pouring my heart and soul.May be i didn’t knew the basics of relations right which i understood today.
I think i would say “her” to forgive me as she is right.I think so.
“
Manzilein Bhi Uski Thi Rasta Bhi Uska Tha,
Ek Main Tanha Tha Kafila Bhi Uska Tha ,
Saath Saath Chalne Ki Sonch Bhi Uski Thi,
Phir Raassta Badalane Ka Faisla Bhi Uska Tha,
Phir Aaj Kyun Tanha Hoon,
Dil Sawal Karta Hai Log To Uske They,
Kya KHUDA BHI USKA THA????
“

Celestial Converstaion o 8.10.06(Job Description)

Me: God?
God: Yes?
Me: I was just thinking…
God: Yes?
Me: God, what is it that You… You know… do all day?
God: Excuse Me?
Me: I mean, You know, as You said earlier, You didn’t really make the universe, it just happened.
God: Right.
Me: And creating matter is not really worth the effort.
God: That is correct.
Me: And anything that disturbs normal laws of physics is probably not a good idea.
God: Yes.
Me: Well, then what is it that You do?
God: I’m sorry?
Me: I mean… I don’t know how to put this…
God: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Me: Well, do You have anything to do?
God: To do what?
Me: That’s exactly what I’m asking You.
God: What should I do?
Me: How am I supposed to know? People think that You make the world go round…
God: Me? Not at all. Love makes the world go round.
Me: Really?
God: That’s what Madonna says.
Me: Oh. No, I mean, people think that You make the sun rise, and You cause night, and everything that happens, happens because it is Your will…
God: They think that? Why would they think that?
Me: Because You are God!
God: What does that have to do with it? You people have invented science, haven’t you?
Me: Not exactly invented, but yes, You are correct…
God: Then why would they think that I would be responsible for any of these things?
Me: People just believe. But anyway, what I was saying was that if You don’t do all this, then… then… I mean, God… Why are You there?
God: Where? Bosnia? I told you. I ran out of real estate. I’m thinking of moving to Bangalore next, though. John Kerry seems to think it’s a model city.
Me: You can think of Surat too.
God: Surat?
Me: It’s a 4 hour drive from Mumbai.
God: Any good, this Surat?
Me: Well, it’s somewhat like a metro, for one. And people here are pretty religious.
God: Alright. I’ll think about it.
Me: Well, anyway. I actually meant, what is the reason for Your existence?
God: That’s quite a strange question. But it sounds like I’ve been asked it before.
Me: Really? Who was it, God? Aristotle? Descartes? Moses? Stephen Hawking?
God: No, no. I think it was George Bush. I believe he wanted my job…
Me: Oh. Well what is Your job, then?
God: My job? To be God of course!
Me: And what is it that You do?
God: Why should I do anything?
Me: Every job has something to do.
God: Good leadership, my boy, is knowing the art of delegation. And I have delegated even the delegation.
Me: Oh. So You do nothing at all?
God: Actually, ever since the internet age started, I’ve been spending a lot of My time on email.
Me: Oh. What do You do about spam?
God: Spam? What does canned meat have to do with email?
Me: No, no! Not that spam. I mean junk mail. You know. Mails advertising Viagra, and Cialis, and weight-loss pills, and Valium, and longer (You know…) – and stuff?
God: Oh. Is that spam? And I thought those people were genuinely concerned about my health. You mean you’re not supposed to read all of them?
Me: Of course not!
God: Well then why don’t they say so in the mail that you’re not supposed to read them?
Me: Because they want You to read them.
God: But you just said that you’re not supposed to read them.
Me: Yes! You’re not supposed to! That’s why it’s called Junk mail.
God: I think you are definitely in need of some Cialis or Xanax or Valium, whatever they are. You’re not making any sense. I’m going to log off now. I’ve got three thousand six hundred and twenty nine mails to read. The mail server people have been kind enough to create a special folder for these mails since there are so many of them. They call it the Bulk Mail folder.

[God has logged off]

Me: (sigh) Why Me?

To be Continued…