Romance for a life time…

My 1st rendezvous surely seemed to have an initial attraction …however the sparks began on the 2nd meet. By 3rd meeting I found myself flirting and enjoying every moment …and 4 th meeting onwards I looked forward to meet again and again …Well I am talking about my Romance with Goa last 2.5 yrs. I have made 5 trips (3 only last year). Each trip I just keep falling in love more deeply and come back planning my next visit back.



It’s amazing that place …there is so much that it offers that you wonder each time how much more lies hidden …the white powdery sand beaches and blue water of south Goa, the spectacular sunset each one specially made for the day, the fun and adventurous water sports for the sports lovers and a lot and the pub and disc hopping in north Goa, the Carnival, the lazy sun beds at the shaks by the beach, the refreshing monsoons, the small lanes, with warm and lazy localities, the serene churches and temples, the amazing fresh sea food , beer cheaper than water, the tattoo, aimless shopping sprees , the flee markets, the sun tan and much much.

I know for sure that my love for this little city is growing by the day and it’s sure is a Romance for a life time.

Face Off !!

This is a painting from my artist friend Shushma Sabnis. I always liked it. It’s a beautiful visual depiction about my post today and thus i was inspired to put it up here …

I remember in school elocution I had heard a poem which kind of stayed with me at least the spirit of it . It was called ‘Nakli Chero Ki Dukaan’!

Last few days I have been contemplating how we just never get to know people for years to come no matter how close we think we are to them.And yet we have our own views and pereceptions of them. Funnily we even beleive they are true and go on not trying to explore the 'REAL' them.

Strangely I have been meeting people who seem to perceive me differently as well and expressing it too.

There are some who think I am so serious in life that I have perhaps never laughed in life and need to lighten up. They seem to have experienced only my serious side. And there are others who don’t think I could have a serious side and they are amazed when they read my blog. I myself am amazed and amused at my own duality that unconsciously I have been portraying. And yet again each one of us have this duality, don’t we?

At times we wear many masks and make ourselves totally unapproachable. We even take pride in the same. What are we really hiding from, I wonder often? People, situations or ourselves? Or is it just a habit that we have got comfortable with? Honestly i dnt know the answers yet ...But I am just parking this thought here till i explore it further ...

Life and Loss !

I have realized that over the years, with my experiences and time the concept of loosing people and things for me has been changing.

It began with the early years where I was totally carefree and people and things in my life came and went away but it didn’t bother me really. ‘Life just moved on…’

Then came a phase where I was introduced to death…I realized how that loss didn’t bring back people forever, that’s when I was introduced truly to the fear of loosing loved ones and things I cherished. However ‘Life just moved on …’

There came a phase where I realized with each loss though painful and no hope of recovery came with a lot of gain, so unanticipated that over time made my loss feel ‘little’. And ‘Life moved on …’

And now I feel so differently about loss yet again. I recently experienced the feeling of having lost something that I though was dear to me …I felt miserable about it and then with the hope the that loss had something better enstore for me tried to move on with life.

Just then in a strange fashion my object of loss appeared in front of me, miraculously. I was excited and yet numb. I didn’t anticipate it would come back. It left me wondering what would life be without it or now that I had it back, what would life be with it around me again. And I know in my heart that it will leave me again some day…

As I found these thoughts about to paralyze my mind I sensed that I found myself wanting to not bother just enjoy the moment yet I seemed detached with the fear of the future. It was as though the fear of loss didnt matter anymore . It’s a strange feeling and I am some how just ok with it being the way it is for the moment.

I know with time and my experiences ‘Loss’ may change it's meaning for me yet again. Like always 'Life will move on yet again '

It's a 100 !!

It's funny how we give the number 100 importance ! I have still not figured the reason but I presume coz a 100 seems unachievable from where we begin may be.

Neveretheless going with the hype and it's surely a great feeling ...this is my 100th post !! Yipeeeeeeee !

Well I find it an achievement considering that i never thought i could write to begin with, leave alone reach a 100 posts ...and strangely not only have i written 100 posts also got generous appreciation from alot of friends and bloggers friends on my soul stirring experiences.

Like most award / achievement speeches I would like to thank my mom, god, dhoodhwala, my dog, my office receptions etc ... ha ha ha . Just kidding !

Though i surely want to thank a few special people like ...Vineet my colleague who motivated me to start a blog of my own last July (2006) though it was suppose to be a travel blog as he thought i traveled a good amount and that i should share my experiences. Need to thank Nishad a avid blogger yet another colleague of mine who helped me open the Blogspot account. Parikshit (my dear friend Pari ) who doesn't even know that the name of the blog was inspired by a trek i did thanx to him(and without him unfortunately) and during the trek he had messaged me how the the mighty Himalayas were a 'Soul stirring experience'..i experienced the same and thats when i decided to pen down (technically it would be type away... ) all my soul stirring experiences. Thanx Pari !

My darling friend Rayo who encouraged me time and again saying that " Blogs are about beauty of thoughts and emmotions attached" And finally a special thank you to all my regular visitors who read, appreciate and leave their views on my post also special thank you to my dear friends who appreciate my work yet tolerate my grammatical errors and share the views on the same so that i can improvise and write better ! :-)

While my blog has made it's journey of 100 post i too have made my own journey along with it... my thoughts have surely got more peaceful, calmer and mature. I am glad I was introduced to this fun world of blogging .. i have surely made a lot many new friends, gathered different perspective and made new beginnings in life !

Thanx again to all those who made this happen for me and stood by me ...

Imperfection Viz Perfection ?

10th April 2007

The beautiful moon has a flaw in it yet poets and lovers can’t seem to stop appreciating it’s beauty and using it as an epitome of beauty.

Sitting by the ocean is such soothing feeling yet at times the ocean crosses it’s boundaries and shows it’s ugly face taking away lives of many innocent victims

Just a little rain and sunshine makes a beautiful rainbow and yet again just too much rain or too much sunshine feels like such a pain.

The Taj Mahal, the 7th wonder of the world and India pride gets glory for the display of love and perfect craftsmanship yet seems to be built on the sacrifice innumerable peasants who lost their hands by the ruthless ruler.

When there is so much imperfection in everything yet to each own eye it all looks so perfect.

Then why do people seek perfection and justify how imperfection needs to strive and get perfect.

Why is it difficult for perfection to accept the imperfection of it’s so called imperfection and try too seek beauty in it’s ways too

And why is that imperfection though frets on the perfection’s need to perfect the imperfect yet feels bothered and low on it’s non acceptance just the way it is.

And what is really imperfect or perfect ? To the so called imperfect it is perfect in itself !

On this note here is what my my blogger friend 'Gaizabonts’ http://gaizabonts.wordpress.com/?s=Imperfection decribes his view on the subject which i totally love ..."When perfection and imperfection come face to face, it seems that the frustration emanates from the perfect side. If perfection is so susceptible to being disillusioned, it’s not perfect, is it? "

Coming Home !

8th April 2007

Last 2.5yrs I have moved 3 houses (2 in last 3 months it’s self ) as my building was under redevelopment.

Last 3 months specially have been a nightmare packing, unpacking, shifting, carrying heavy load, getting the new house ready, chasing people, begging literally to get work done, and swallowing the ego and being patient with people who have taken complete advantage of our situation, running around and fighting against time, angry, sad , upset, being each others strongest support (my family that is).

Most often being like a ball of energy that keeps on rolling and never seems to stop, emotionally breaking down many a times wondering ‘why us ?’, at times finding myself fighting with the supreme being funnily questioning ‘Why was I created in the woman form when I am constantly expected to display the physical strength of a man’, practically cut off from the world, wondering when it will all end and life get back to normalcy. However in midst of all this 6th April 2007 we finally moved back to our own home, though it a complete state of mess as yet, with only 1 room ready where we are surviving.

The feeling of being back to our own home is so very beautiful, fulfilling and comforting.

The best part of the stay last 2 days has been the most heart warming welcome we got from Mother Nature.

Considering we don’t even have curtains up yet I woke up with a very feeling of a warm touch of sorts gently waking me up…it was the touch of the most spectacular warm, refreshing sunrise I have ever seen. I normally got to see such beautiful sight only when I went on a vacation.

Can u imagine an enchanting sight such as this every morning by my window pane. So energetic. makes me feel as if ‘Suraj Devta’ or ‘Surjo (The Sun - as a dear friend likes calling it and himself too :) ) himself wakes me up with his loving warm touch filling my day to come full of hope, love and a promise of a great day ahead. I don’t know if my post does justice to the experience I feel each morning.

While things yet are quite tough and shall take a few days to settle down however this feeling of ‘Coming Home’ is giving me fresh new hope of beautiful new beginnings…Thank you universe for bringing us to this new beginning.

I trust this beautiful new home will open new doors, bring only loving and divinely beautiful people to our lives, manifest all our long awaited dreams and fill our lives with love, light, warmth,togetherness and happiness. Thank you once again UNIVERSE for our beautiful home !

Down Memory Lane !

Had left you far behind ...
Had broken open my heart, released you forever

Wonder then, how you still roll down my face as innocent, forgiving tears

At times as an unanswered question you rise in my lonely moments ...
Only to make me wonder what really got us together and enventually got us apart

All there is left to the ' US' that once there was ...
A myterious silence and the distance never to be bridged again

You moved ahead long ago, on the journey you called your own
I too have walked a few miles since, learning to walk by myself again...

When I do look down memory lane...
All I cherish is 'You' as a beautiful dream...

A dream that did see a glimpse of reality though as short as the night could last ...

Knots And Crosses, Stars and Stripes ! A Solo Exhibition

Bloodlines

I stand with open arms,

for the universe to fill me in

I am the heart of love,

I am the womb of creation,

I am the celebration of life ..

I am the Universes bloodlines.

I am proof of God's love.

Birth of Venus

And Beauty she rose, from the depts of the human soul,

An inspiration to love, to live , to create for the mankind.

And innocence she was in her radiating being

Pure and warm and Peaceful

Untouched by evil, protected by the Divine.

Her eyes speak of wisdom,

Her existence is Hope

Her heart knows only love ..

And beauty, she rose from the depths of the human soul...

Above are just two of the many soul stirring paintings from my artist friend Shushma Sabnis who is having her 5th Solo in Mumbai. I just visited her yesterday. While i have seen her work before and know how deep her thoughts are the paintings and the poetry along with it has left me speachless at the depth of her knowledge and how she relates her self and her artand life to spirituality.

Her paintings and poetry inspired me to explore the depts and the silence of my soul and understand and live beyond this superficial world we make so much noice about. Each painting is a brilliant expression in it's own way. I donot understand art too much but her work stirred my soul for sure. Thus i wished to share it with all ...

Sushma and me..

I wish her all the the luck and feel blessed having her as a friend.

If your in Mumbai plz do visit her Solo Exhibition at Kohinoor Continental, Andheri ( E) , Near Jb nagar signal between the 1st to 15 th April 2006.( 11 am to 7pm).

And do chat up with her to know more abt her work, you will be stunned my her simplicity that mask the deep ocean of knowledge and positivity.

To know more abt her work visit http://www.flickr.com/photos/artalways