... carrying thought fwd.

thinking more on it I REALISED that abusing the needy/poor is done in several subtle ways.(wont discuss that here)
we all also dont need to experience that,but as human being should we ignore it as it doesnt concern us??

........HMmmmmmmmmmm. WE ALL MUST LEARN TO BE PART OF "HUMAN CULTURE."
( i think......essence' of any culture of world lies in its approach to humanity.)

thinking HUMAN CULTURE.... is a big deal.
need to do more brain storming for it. so vl impart time to it later.

~~~njy understanding culture.
these thougts mgt mould our character in future!

discussing 'CULTURE !!

...I am not gettin where to start from???

______________well v read,analysed and tried to digest the gist/substance of the 3 definitions of 'CULTURE' today evening.

correctly marked by ankit...culture emerges out of human behavioural pattern.

devanshi intellegebly explained it,carried it forward....and gave brief conclusion.(wch i quite appreciate!)

gopi.... for herself made clear picture/set of learnings during the whole discussion.
..........n i??? observed them. :)
...but rethinking the words__'implicit and explicit patterns of and for human.'(cnt recall rest)...does it mean that implicit patterns of human behaviour can be easily modified?? viz. In INdian culture, it is implicit behaviour to ''respect''(nt nly mercy) the needy(not beggers).(we also call them'daridranarayan')...then when we understand it but cant express it(as implicit quality)do we have right to abuse them ??here we are modifying the implicit manner ........

I Am not questioning you all, but putting fwd the thgt that occured to me!

I was there, last year...

Had drafted this blog long back... but became lazy of uploading the pics... without which the write up would have been incomplete... but finally astha made me too nostalgic about our paradise of 4 months... so here i am with my cup of memories to share with... 

    

This is the pic of my virtually the last day in bombay! or with all due respect shud i call it MUMBAI! A day before we came back home for diwali...we had our formal farewell to each other by cutting one pastry for smita's bday that we were gonna miss( coz she wud be back home in yavatmal on her bday) and other pastry for all the good times we had together... and my cam captured this Random Moment of Life... last diwali had been different from this... in a lot of respects...

With the end of the year... it was an end of a lot of other things.... most importantly our 4 months stay in the glamorous city marked the ending... with that it also marked end of one phase of my relations with my friends, aquaintances, and even with my ownself... but simultaneously it also marked the begining of the phase II of the relationships once i was back... but it was totally a different scenerio as compared to the experience of those 4 months of my life...

It has always been my habit to relate instances of my life with people involved with it... so if i think of Those Four Months Of My life... (sounds like the title of some chetan bhagat book :).. ) the first images appear of my newly invented friendship with some always known people... following the images of the queens necklace, chocolate divine, carter road, that dhaba on the office lane, adventure travels in a local train, bandstand or even the bus stand where we used to go after lunch... god! the list is never ending...

 

It was also an end of a series of experiences that we wouldnt have experienced other wise... travelling in a local train dressed in a saree is one such experience... he he he

 

 

 There have been some such memories that have made a permanent impression over my life... and there have been some other that will wither away as we will get busy with our so called professional lives... but i believe everyone of us who was a part of this journey of four months... spent the most beautiful time of life...

Well, i could write pages over this... but let it be some other day... on a closing note... this is the following are the words i wrote on 24th Oct 2008...a day before departing... again wrote them while returning back from office in a local train...

Departures are always painful

And endings always hurt.

I wish this could go on...

but all of us have to move on...

I wish i could live this

just a moment more...

I wish I could feel the freedom

just a little long...

i want not to cause u hurt

but i need to say a good-bye

There is something in me that needs to die...

But before i leave

I want you to know,

What a great mentor,

you have been to me!

The moments we've shared

will always make me smile

But now we part in seperate ways

& with others spend our latter days

Still in our wealty memories

let others see that part of me

the part you'll always have

the part of me that made you laugh...

In time you'll see, much of you is me

Our friendship thus was true

And before I go, the world will know,

how much of me is you...

P.S.: On reading this, one may find it ends on a sad note... for me it doesnt... in true sense it just doesnt really end for me... but if you try reading between the lines... its just the longing for the fun time i shared with the most amazing people on the face of earth! Three cheers to all of us!

    

cont.... on MMBAI.

Want to live exclusively in that virtual world..... bt the harsh factual present doesnt permit me.

still would like to share my journey to the past wid you all

In my memory lane I discovered that,out of the galore reasons to go back to mumbai,I will go back to Mumbai to meet those lovely people,who have added various shades to my life.I have started believing my dreams as they demonstrated it thro their life.

Its far more than gratitude or love i feel for them.I owe a lot to them.

Cant do injustice to anyone,so naming them will be offensive on my part.
But right from my concerted office mates to the lady who supplied me with (amul) milk, i cant dare to forget anyone!

Recalling few incidents________it reminds me of the watchman in office appartment,who directed me safe way back home on flooded day of 1st july.
Attending ceremony at my friend's place(eating awsum 'puranpoli'and mahrashtrian food),visiting the art shop in the "Irla-masjid gulli",hunting for bookmarks,and wonderful gifts,going to prithvi theatre directly from office,sharing books and movies,recieving treat at Red Box,listening to jahnavi.... and dicussions during office lunch break.

how recent it seems, yet its a year now!
.........time is slipping off,but memories are engraved, so wont ever be lost.
wanna tell All these wonderful people that i miss you all!

On Mumbai....

Right since I left Mbai, I felt an urge to write about the city.
But I demotivated myself saying,reading and hearing a looot about the enchanting city by many people like me(NRM)or Suketu Mehta or a mumbaikar!!

Saw "Wake Up Sid" few days back,retrospected MY LIFE THERE and _____ memories started oozing out.


Honestly confessing "while writing acoustic jrnl and watchin movies simultaneously....my mind was laddering me back to days in mmbai.!!

ITs not only fun part of it that pulls me back,but a potpourri of experiences and learnings gained from it.



let me live in that barracking past for some more time! (virtually tho!)
~~sshhhhh.... dnt disturb.

not fair...

guys! this is so not fair... am the only one writing in this section of the blog... :(  il still follow the ritual... he he he... spent the whole day writing acoustics journal... though we didnt write much... the best part of the day was sharing a 5 star... my fav. chocolate bar... and ofcourse the innumerable sequence of movies that were played on laptop while writin... (dont evn remember how many we saw!) Talking chocolate the following is a piece of interesting information i just read abot the ever so YUMMY, STRESS BUSTER CHOCOLATES...

10. The Aztecs drunk it

Chocolate was originally a cold drink whisked from cocoa beans by the Aztecs - and women were not allowed to drink it.

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9. It was more valuable than gold

When Cortes conquered the Aztecs in 1520, he found that cocoa beans were prized higher than gold.

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8. It was named in the 17th century

The word 'chocolate' was first recorded in English use in 1604.

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7. It helped found the British Museum

The British Museum owes its very existence to chocolate. It was based on the personal collection of Hans Soane, who invented milk chocolate.

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6. Chocolate bar an English invention

The bar of chocolate was invented by JS Fry and Sons of Bristol in 1847.

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5. Expensive egg

Last year's most expensive chocolate egg was encrusted with more than 100 diamonds and made for La Maison du Chocolat with a £50,000 prize tag.

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4. Royal approval

On New Year's Day 1900, Queen Victoria sent 100,000 boxes of chocolates as a personal gift to soldiers fighting in the Boer War.

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3. Brits can't get enough of it

The average person living in the UK - man, woman or child - spends over £1 a week on chocolate.

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2. The King loved it!

The last food Elvis Presley ate comprised four scoops of ice cream and six chocolate chip cookies.

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1. Egg-cellent selection

Woolworths is this year selling 170 varieties of chocolate Easter egg.

its over... yet it goes on...

ye submissions ka silsila kab khatam hoga... ???? ek khatam hua nahi ki dusra rah hi dekh raha he... our structures submission just got over... but acoustics is in waiting for day after tomoro... well... not much happened except this...

traumatic journals

The thought of writing journals has always given us goosebumps... it has been the most traumatic situations in these last 5 years... a day before submissions one would harldly kno the course... the unending calls from classmates... G.C. tables... missing pens and pencils... whoa! wat a "BEAUTIFUL" MESS it creates... so much so that this blog is also ever so awaited baby of all this havoc that we are induced to impose on ourselves... but these random moments of life will be cherished by us all life...

overlaping thoughts...

confusing charachters gifted by the mighty Romans... @#&*()( 189876 i ii ix.... GOD! this is so infinite...)

gloomy faculty faces...

shooting dialogues from movies...

hearty purposeless roars of laughter...

thrashing & pampering each other every now and then...

handling mood swings...

throwing tantrums...

tempting food...

hunting for refrences to TOPO from...

and finally the all time tag line... "jaan pe ata he... yaaarrrrr..." dominates our minds...