Being A Mother

There were tear drops on his face. His nimble fingers were closed. His body was bent and he was starving. Even the petals were sad. The moment I saw my three month old baby in such a state, I ran towards it and gave him water. And then, it bloomed. After a few hours, he was back to his own naughty self. My baby, I call him Silence! Others call him the China Rose plant.

The day i was gifted Silence, I was so happy that I hugged him and put him in my room's balcony. He has been a wonderful companion. I play with him for hours and I make him sleep with me in my room at night. He is so delicate that he tans in the slightest sunlight. He is very naughty as well. He never lets anyone else touch him. He bites! Only his mother can touch him and give him comfort. I have been so lonely at times, but it all seemed to vanish the moment I saw Silence's laughing leaves.

It was never easy to be a mother to Silence. It meant patience and hard work to see him grow. I had to take extra care of him as I had to leave him for eight long hours with my mom. But, my mom always reported me that he showed no interest in her. Even when I was away, I kept thinking of Silence, silently. Lost in his dancing petals as I frivolously scolded him.

His bright red petals always made me feel proud of him! It was so good to see him grow so fast. Many a times, he fell ill. There were times when he did not respond to any stimuli. Just sat there with a sad face and dejected soul. He often scared me then. But he was my sweetheart.

I was gifted Silence as a part of a prayer. And the day the wish came true, I had to return it. And it came. The day my child was taken away from me. It was heart breaking to see someone else take him with her. She was so ruthless to him. She did not even care to water him. I had cried the whole day. The separation had shaken me from within.

But, as days passed and I was just left with his baby pictures, I moved on. I accepted that he was gone for good and the day he would grow up, he would be handsome and pretty. And there he was. When I saw him after few months, he was as big as the size of my palm. I smiled as I touched his petals. He recognised me and gave me the same feeling of warmth and intimacy!

That day, I came to know, why my mother was so touched the day when my brother left India to study! And today, when she sees him as a grown up man, she feels proud and her smile has such a satisfied glow!

Best in the lounge-Story writing competition

(Just a reminder of the post stephen had posted long back...since we have lots of new people on board...assuming that they dont check the labels on the right and the post at the top gets maximum eyeballs)

Announcing our very first contest called " Best in The Lounge " .This is a short story writing competition and all bloggers are invited to pariticipate.This is a very challenging contest as it will see some sort of rules and restrictions.
Let me brief you about the rules
1) Each participant is supposed to write the story in 2 parts.
2) Each part should not exceed 1000 word limits.(word count should be written after each part ).
3) The Story should contain all sorts of emotions and humour and relevant factors.
4) The author of the story is allowed to use just 9 characters of which 6 characters should be having names as provided by us.The following names can be used for the 6 characters.Alaena,Divya,Rashid,Sandeep,Adrian and Crystal.And the remaining 3 characters can be any names as assumed by the author ,but the 6 characters name should be the one provided by us.The writer can assume any age for the characters and relate them. But no abusive words .Well,this is challenging as the writer is supposed to follow all rules and care should be taken while writing the story.Each Participant is allowed to make only one entry.Each entry will be given a specific code.Entries can be made from now onwards.First part of the story should be submitted by 5th August,2008Second part should be submitted by 18th August,2008.Winners will be given a Badge.
Entries should be mailed to writers.lounge24@gmail.com and attached usign wordpad.From 25th August to 15th September ,Voting will begin.Details regarding voting will be updated later.Winner will be officially declared on 18th September ,2008Happy Writing.

am i cynical?? hehe

sometimes, i think about it. life. us. being. we.
i think about it and i think about the point of it. why should we live? why should we spend our time on earth, in this life, only to later die and become nothing. what is the point of being something so complete if it is only to end in nothing. how can life, which seems so significant when living it, mean so little. because it does. if we were to look back how many days can we remember? maybe the odd one when something bad happened, or the time that was just so funny. but how many days can we truly, wholly remember?
do we remember the way that the sky shines during the middle of the day, the way that sweat gleams off of hot foreheads and muscles ripple underneath shirts do we remember how the baby looks when he first speaks, the mouth opening, showing gummy teeth, trying trying trying always trying but never really getting there
do we remember the little things like the way her face creases as she beams and beams and grins on her first day of school do we remember?
could we say exactly what it looks like to watch someone reading a book, a truly marvelous book, where they find that the way words flow over each other matches them makes them feel so real could we close our eyes and see perfectly the den of fox cubs behind the garden fence with their little tails and their orange fluff which seems to pick up just the tiniest bit of dirt, their eyes glistening saying look at us, look what we can do look look look. and i don't see the point in it all, because if nothing is remembered than how can it be, if nothing is remembered than how can we know of it, how can it have any importance?
i said once how spectacular space was, how spectacular the idea that there could be someone out there, somewhere out there, who is exactly like us, and he said that they aren't important, nothing is important other than what is relative to us. but what is relative to us?
because when we are decomposing, taking in nothing, feeling nothing, knowing nothing, doing nothing, remembering nothing, what is the point what is the point what is the point of everything that was?

in 'midst' of my sleep

i lost u.......
in the midst of my night

and from dat day I Never slept at night
The every clicking hours of clock

Getting louder wid my mourn....

Every second killing me

As my life's breathing on thorns.....
I lost u in midst of my dreams

and from dat day i never had a dream...

Everyone sees me having sleep

But my sleep begging me for its sleep.....
Day getting thickens;night getting darken

MY beats getting fasten

lights getting dim; my eyes getting close

WID rest of world sleeping

MY mind my soul just boggling.......
My eyes shedding tearless weap

MY MINds rotating deep nd deep

my soul creeping for peace.....

U left me in midst of my sleep

And from dat day i never had the real sleep....

DO every BOOK need to b read ''ENTIRELY''?

Its is so easy to feel compelled to finish every book u start.the book i took out from my shelve ..it then becomes my duty to complete it entirely.otherwise a great sense of guilt fills my mind if i do not reach the end of dat book .
but gradually i realized dat not every book deserves to be read in it entirety. i here remembr one quote:,'' some books r to b tasted, some to be swallowd, n some few to be chewd n othe digested. it just means dat some books are to b read partly,other to be read but not curiously and some few books to be read wholly n with diligence n attension.

i myself used to feel so guilty of feeling the need to read every book from beginning to end. but i soon found it not only made my reading unmanagable but i also begaN to enjoy the pastym of reading less. and then i decided i wud be more selective bout the books i read.i mean if i find that after reading first 3 chapters of a book ;i din gained any worthwhile informmation i put dat book away n make bettr use of my tym reading the next book in my piles

heya freinz

myself sheetal
i dont know y um not able to scribble any piece of poetry these days . so um juss transferring my earlier poetries from my blog http://mylovemysoulmythots.blogspot.com/
here in writer's lounge . but um sure i ll be back wid bang n some new writings .

BREAK UP

TO write 100 words abt BREAK UP
ITs as easy as BIKE GEAR UP
Its AS dIFFICULT as BABY SIT UP
no Matter how committed u are
One day it has to BREAK UP
And ur all logic n fundas abt love remain just PILED UP
LOVE relations are like COFFEE MUGS
No matter abt their high graded quality and amount it HOLD UP..
Just like no matter how deep u r in lov and how hard u WORK UP
One day both has to BREAK UP
Widout givin u a warning sign of WAKE UP
A BREAK UP is just like the BREAK UP OF a long FRENCH manicured NAIl
No mAtrr how huge u pay for it and how long u waitd for it
JUST like no matter how serious u r and how long u handle it
ONE DAY both has to BREAK UP
WIDOUT givin u idea how it get MESSED UP
U BREAK UR PEN....u don feel A BIT
IF SOMEONE breaks it......u feel like givin him a big KICK
IF u break..its my WISH
IF HE breaks...how cruel n unemotional HE IS??????

FEAR !!!

Well all of us have some sort of fears with in us.

My fear is of heights and then off water..

Some time we think about your fears and we are like Oh My God ( Remember Janice from Friends.. ) Whyyyyy me !!!!!

Thats exactly how I felt when I picked up my friend Danilo call me today at 8am.

Why the fear? and that feeling.. ?
Well I don't know how to swim and all my friends from univ ( to be precise my dept or the lab as we call it ) decided to take up White Water Rafting at River Tummel and thats considered like Grade 4/5 rafting depending on the water level let out from the dam which is the highest level allowed for commercial purpose.

And I convinently ( or rather purposefully ) forgot about it.
But to no luck.
Considering I got ppl to remind me about it.
So here I am sitting and panicking oh my god , oh my god.. !!
And it was sooooo early in the morning.. but to no avail.
My friend Ruth came to pick me up on the way and I had Danilo and Flavia ( his wife ) in the same car going dont worry.. you wont die of drowing.. For which my snorting come back was if I did would come back to haunt you and my death would be on your conscious.

Anyways we reached this place which is between Perth and Inverness , a good hours drive from Dundee.
Got our gear , the boat and our Instructor ( very important ).

And we started our journey.. with the water..
And with all the up's and down.. getting stuck on the rocks..
I realised it wasn't actually too bad..

The place was sooo beautiful.. and so calm and peaceful.. with the occasional rush of water.. but otherwise it was justt great.. and a nice way of unwinding and relaxing one-self.

And with that came another realisation , why was I so afraid to be in the water and go for rafting, considering we all had protective gear and the safety was given immense importance..



Guess it was just a thought that cropped into my head wanting me to stop from trying different things..
Just that small word of cautious that sometimes things might get dangerous. But then its cool..
Because no life is without a challenge.
And some time or the other you do have to overcome once's fear.

''LOVE'' standing ahead

a relation standing
ahead of its worthiness
a love existing
ahead of its meaning
a feel enchanting
ahead of its melody
a life breathing
ahead of its identity
not u , not me
just a moment lingering
ahead of its lifetym
a support dat fall down long back
a lacking realism still trailing hope
ahead of its swift n crashing failures
a stop before the end, a blank before the word
but an utter satisfaction standing
ahead of its unresolving n anguish pain

The fighter within me...

My lonely heart, will just not part,
With the memories it has deep inside,
Have lost life's battle, but still hold on,
To the relationships which have died...

Am selfish, just don't want to give,
The pieces of my broken dreams,
To give up on all desires at once,
Is not as easy as it seems!

I may be strange, but I won't change,
The way, my life, I live,
I won't stop smiling, nor loving,
Though my hands are empty, I have nothing to give...

Where there's a will, there's a way, they say,
I want to be happy and I will,
And though people have murdered my dreams,
My soul, no one can kill!!!!

Smiles can do wonders....

A smile can relieve an aching heart,
A smile can encourage you to have a new start,
A smile can wipe a tear off your face,
A smile can lighten you in times of disgrace,
All it takes to smile is hope, a little,
Though tears come out easily as hearts are very brittle,
But still if you try, you can always smile,
And with happiness and cheer, of life, tread each mile!!!!

A Lesson I Learnt

The palms were cold. They were accumulating water, freezing and harsh. And then, I looked at myself in the stained mirror. The mirror, what an amazing weapon of introspection! And the mirror of the restroom was annoyed, bruised and battered. It had scratches all over. It was falling apart. There were tiny water drops on it. Drops which had splashed from my palms. The water was still running cold, but my palms were numb now. Turned blue! My nails, my nimble fingers and my destiny lines-all of it was blue. Water....life and death. You get what you deserve. Everything happens for a reason. God helps those who help themselves. The words of the centuries were echoing in my ears. Each word stabbing me hard. Every whisper putting its hands around my throat. I closed the basin tap and looked at the same mirror again. Still silent and annoyed. Still bruised and wet. And there, right there I saw someone familiar. Someone whom I had lost in the giant world of materialism. Those eyes wanted to say so much. They wanted to tell their story. All they had ever wanted was a companion who could help them let go of their tears. I was still staring at those brown eyes who fought back so bravely. And then, I looked down at my blue hands. Nerves swollen up and ready to come out. Nails shivering out of sheer harshness.

Those ten minutes of my life taught me so much! I stood there without uttering a single vowel from my mouth; without a movement. I had been thinking all this while of each and everyone who somewhere in my life had taught me some lesson. My first best friend who passed away at the age of 12 taught me that life moves on and you make other best friends. The first failure in my academics taught me that no matter what, you should never let peer pressure take over you. My break up with my bestest friend over a betrayal issue taught me not to trust girls blindly. The "hot talks" with some of my juniors taught me never to underestimate anyone.

And there I was, standing in the pink restroom of my school. Deathly silence all around me. I was missing my class. But I refused to go back. About thirty five minutes ago, two of my friends had talked about me being a fake who always cried to gain sympathy. I had not cried after that. They taught me that no matter how depressed you are, you have to learn let go of it! You have to dig happiness out of the mountain of sorrow. You have to keep improving yourself. All in all, you have to choose your life, ultimately!

So what's your choice? A life full of giggles and laughter or a life full of tears and misunderstandings?

My Thinking

 ۩ सर्व शकितमते परमात्मने श्री रामाय नमः۩ 

original text posted on
on jagruti
Thursday, July 12, 2007


I believe that i have a versatile thought process...and i find myself quite lucky for this,,,helps to understand different people...different situations
Actually...i have a mix of overdose of western culture and well as our Indian culture
,,,,and here is the brief little story about it...
i was always very fond of reading books...and almost all my favorite authors being English or Americans...their writings had a deep impact on my mind...so it was very obvious that after reading around 1000 books...most of them based on foreign lands....
i had loads of knowledge about there culture...beliefs...religion ..lifestyle...etc. etc.
But then my reading habits are perhaps only very western thing about me...
Rest i am quite a simple desi man...very patriotic..religious kinds,,,also under company of old people in my house i have learned a great deal about our history
culture,,,lifestyle..the true Indian style....and thinking...
So these 2 very important things have embedded in me
that i can look at one situation in many perspectives,
maybe thats why i act as a philosopher many a times.

_________
Jai Shri Ram !!!

InNeR 'mE' $ OuTeR 'U'

How cud ''I''?
How cud ''U''?
'I' mean not my lullable tongue !
Nor does it mean my adamant heaRT !
Even not my winsome smile !
wat d hell um callng it ''my''!!'
'U'' din mean u
Nor it means other 'u's too
Entangled between I and U
Entangled between U and I
YEAH I STUCK BUT STILL I STRUCK
I am dealing wid inner soul n external world dilemmna
I think i got it now!!shud i yell wid happiness?
I got reason for dissection of my heart!
wat the hell i am still struckd........again calling heart as 'me'
Can i ever get thru it?Can i ever find my real me?
'ME''?
Ohh ghosh i am loosing it
YEAH iam loosing
THE INNER ''me'' and THE OUTER ''u''

Spirit

The principle of conscious life or a strong distilled alcoholic liquor, I am intrigued by this word. An abstract thing and a liquid very volatile and quite with mass and energy are addressed by the same word. Spirit - disposition or attitude in terms of vigor, courage, firmness - strong or meek. There you go, another meaning to it - something altogether new. Not really. Do all of them mean the same??

Spirit is used on wounds, to clean up the mess. Make the object pure and free of any vibes - good, bad, ugly, lovely, sweet, bitter, sour...any. Pick up a bottle of spirit, drain it down your throat. If you can't bear the bitterness on your tongue then learn to do so. This would help in the cleaning of your tongue. All the promises that you swore you'd never break - washed. Let all the taste buds get washed away - tasteless. You can feel the fluid burn your chest and drop into your empty stomach.

Period.

Our spirit stirs. I believe the only thing that the liquid spirit does to us is give more inertia to our inner spirit. Now the catch lies in where does the inertia take us. Inertia doesn't take us anywhere, it just goes with us. No looking back. Thats where our third meaning of spirit comes - meek in spirit or 'that's the spirit!'?? Whichever path you tread, you'll keep moving on it because of the inertia that you have gained. It is upto you now - going helically upwards into a blissful trance or drowning spirally downwards into a blinding darkness that even sucks at vacuum!

Spirits...what can i say...

AM i presenly in my PRESENT?

Exploiting my future
scribbling my past
BY THIS
am i suppressing my present??
Scrathing my past
itching my future
BY THIS
am i sacrificing my present??
Foreseeing promting of my destiny
controlling forces from my past
BY THIS
am i destroying my present??
Provocating my past
complelling my future
BY THIS
am i concealing my present??
Magnifying my past
risking my future
BY THIS
am i terrifying my present??
Expecting my future
in posession of my past
BY THIS
am i presently? not living my present?not leading my present??

Excerpt: The story of Other.

The story of the other:

A man runs into an old friend who had somehow never been able to make in life. "I should give him some money" he thinks. But instead he learns that his old friend has grown rich and is actu7ally searching for him to return the debts he had run up over the years.
They go for a bar they used to frequently together, and the friend buys drinks for everyone there. When they ask him how he became so successful, he answers that until only the few days ago he had been living the role of the 'other'.

"what is the other" they ask.

"The other is the one who taught me what I should be like, but not what I am. The Other believes that it is our obligation to spend our entire life thinking about how to get our hands on as much money as possible so that we will not die of hunger when we are old. So we think so much about money and our plans for acquiring it that we discover we are alive only when our days on earth are practically done. And then its too late".

"And you? Who are you??"

"I am just like everyone else who listens to their heart; a person who is enchanted by the mystery of life. Who is open to miracles, who experience joy and enthusiasm for what they do. Its just that the Other, afraid of disappointments, kept me from taking action."

"but there is sufferings in life" one of the listener said.

"and there are defeats. NO one can avoid them. But its better to lose someone of the battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for."

"Thats it?" another listener asked.

"yes, thats it. When I learned this I resolved to become a person I had always wanted to be. The Other stood there in the corner of my room, watching me, but I will never let the Other inti myself again - Even though it has already tried to frighten me, warning me that it is risky not to think about the future.
From the moment that I ousted the Other from my life the Divine Energy began to perform Miracles".

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In spite of the fact that my friend had long ago expelled the Other from his life, he still wasn't having much luck finding us lodging for the night. But I knew he hadn't told me the story for his sake - he had told it for mine. He seemed to be talking about my fears, my insecurity, my unwillingness to see what was wonderful because tomorrow it might disappear and I would suffer.



Pg 56-58
By the river Piedra I sat down and wept.
Paulo Coelho.

Best in the Lounge - story writing competition

Announcing our very first contest called " Best in The Lounge " .This is a short story writing competition and all bloggers are invited to pariticipate.This is a very challenging contest as it will see some sort of rules and restrictions.

Let me brief you about the rules
1) Each participant is supposed to write the story in 2 parts.
2) Each part should not exceed  1000 word limits.(word count  should be written after each part ).

3) The Story should contain all sorts of emotions and humour and relevant factors.
4) The author of the story is allowed to use just 9 characters of which 6 characters should be having names as provided by us.

The following names can be used for the 6 characters.
Alaena,Divya,Rashid,Sandeep,Adrian and Crystal.

And the remaining 3 characters can be any names as assumed by the author ,but the 6 characters name should be the one provided by us.

The writer can assume any age for the characters and relate them. But no abusive words .
Well,this is challenging as the writer is supposed to follow all rules and care should be taken while writing the story.
Each Participant is allowed to make only one entry.Each entry will be given a specific code.

Entries can be made from now onwards.
First part of the story should be submitted by 5th August,2008
Second part should be submitted by 18th August,2008.
Winners will be given a Badge.


Entries should be mailed to
writers.lounge24@gmail.com

and attached usign wordpad.

From 25th August to 15th September ,Voting will begin.
Details regarding voting will be updated later.

Winner will be officially declared on 18th September ,2008


Happy Writing.

Who am I?

Sitting by my window,
One lonely night,
Silence haunts me,
for there’s not a soul is sight…

“Who am I?”, I wonder,
What am I here to do?,
Of my identity,
I just don’t have a clue…

When God created all of us,
He surely had something planned,
He wanted to sculpt mighty statues,
Out of mere grains of sand…

So why is it that some of us,
Just mingle with the dust,
Some shine like gold and silver,
And some just lie and rust…

And then it finally struck me,
What’s inside his master mind,
He’s hidden talents inside each of us,
Which he wants us to search and find…

It’s just a matter of trust,
And believing in one’s dreams,
With a true heart and the right spirit,
Nothing will impossible seem…

So here I am now,
All set to be “me”,
To work hard, rise and shine,
And make my identity!!!

Truly… life is really about discovering our inner self, and loving each bit of it… each one of us is special n unique in our own way… let each of us discover the gift of life n cherish it forever!!!

Rampant Corruption in India - who's responsible?

An obnoxious hindrance en route to India’s economic development is Corruption. It’s indeed disappointing to witness this monstrous practice all over the country for which, the country’s retarded progress bears the brunt. Indian Citizens’ incredulous attitudes to culpability and annoying recriminations have severely retarded the country’s economic growth over the years. Any strong building must have a well-built foundation and likewise, for every process to prosper, things must be hassle-free at the grass-root level. The latter is what is alarming, and the citizens have, at the grass root level, been very supportive of this devil ‘Corruption’ ever since its unfortunate inception. When I say grass root level, I really mean and it starts right from a child’s admission to nursery school where parents are forced to shell out a lump sum under a dignified term ‘donation’. To see a middle class population donate money to financially rich convent schools should be an indication of a very high standard of living prevailing in the country, but do the Indian middle class really lead a luxurious life? The instigation that sets up at nursery continues and intensifies when the student takes up a professional course at an age, he/she should be exercising franchise to decide the country’s political prospects. Another atrocious act of corruption rampant is the unpleasant relationship most citizens, in the form of motorists, share with the traffic policemen. The former seldom comply with the rules and regulations and the latest, overrule of the ‘compulsory wear of helmet’ has made traffic policemen work over-time for their perks. This situation is much worse in Regional Transport Offices where citizens, over the years, have been encouraging this offense thereby making bribery, a customary practice.

What citizens basically lack is moral discipline to conform to guidelines, and instead, they carry out horrendous practices as alternatives, unaware of the deadly repercussion. Corruption reaches its zenith at the time of elections when the electorates, especially in rural areas are wooed by the MLAs and MPs-in-waiting, to vote in favor of them. The Election Commissioners, also in a way, citizens, turn mere spectators on most occasions, failing to unshackle this illegitimate transfer of money and their credibility is certainly questionable. After assuming office, the sitting MLAs and MPs turn the tables on citizens and the latter are forced to be at the mercy of the former for the provision of basic amenities. The crux of the above statement is the citizens’ reprehensible exercise of the Universal Adult Franchise, thanks to their indefinite greed for money unaware of the fact that politicians are craving for more monetary gains when power fall into their hands. Now, the gaffe on the part of indulgent citizens is twofold – apart from accepting bribe, they promote the same at the highest level. Five years hence, the politicians’ atrocities move into oblivion in the eyes of the electorate and the process continues to be a vicious circle. Though corruption is perceived in almost all public departments, the root-cause for its conspicuous perpetuity has been the country's own citizens. Indulgence in corruption despite knowing the recklessness is like hitting one’s forehead at cornerstone, sighted miles ahead of approach.

Categorically, the youth of today, lenient toward corruption, thereby become the Police officers, Councillors, MLAs and MPs of tomorrow. Eradication of this contagious practice is not a facile task but it shall definitely be made feasible if citizens sincerely work towards it. Long terms goals are achieved by setting up of short term ones at different stages and achieving each one of them in a phased manner. Here, I refer to the cleaning up of one department followed by another as the short term goals and as we continue this good work, we shall live in a corruption-free India in the near future. In this era of political ambiguity where citizens’ antagonisms against politicians’ double standards are most often viewed with contention, it certainly makes no sense to expect politicians to lead by example. The need of the hour is to stop recriminations, accept blame if one is culpable and take the extra mile to lead by example, and I’m sure, the rest in higher echelons will follow suite. The next generation of well-disciplined citizens holding moral values is the forlorn hope for a developed India.

Let’s strive to achieve this daunting task. Jai Hind!!!

The Importance of English

My First post with the Writer's Lounge and I am damn nervous as I don't think I am much of a writer.It's because of my brand new Blogger Friend Stephen that I am here.So thanxs Stephen it's a huge responsibility which I hope to fulfill.

English is a language that now has a global recognition.Infact,after hindi it is supposed to be the national language of our country.But despite that,only a handful can speak the language the way it should be spoken.The obvious reason for this is that 70 % of India's population lives in the rural part of the country and a fare majority of our population is lower-middle class (if such a term exists).But even if you discard them,there still remain only a handful of them who have a proper command over the language.We,in this cosmopolitan world tend to ignore this particular fact.

I am writing this post for a particular reason.There are these two girls in our class.Both stand 1'st and 2'nd respectively.They are brilliant in whatever they do,be it C- Programming,Technical Quizzes,getting prizes in fests and ofcourse scoring high marks in every semester,and yet they don't seem to get placed in any single company.Now without being judgemental about them,I can only find one reason for their plight.Their Spoken English is well,Pathetic.They seem to eat up their prepositions and conjunctions whenever they speak.But the worst part in all of this is that it is not their fault.They both have studied in a Marathi medium school and then had to make a transition to a "English" driven Junior College.I really feel sad for them.As easy as it might sound to make a transition from Marathi to English,let me tell you it's not !!.I mean the trouble I had to face in learning Marathi in my school,I guess the same trouble these girls might have faced in learning English in a Marathi Medium School.My Friend who volunteers for the Teach India Campaign(http://www.teach.timesofindia.com/ ) tells me how fascinating it is to teach English to the people who don't know it properly.He feels elated when he passes the same knowledge that he learnt from his English Teachers.

I would like to conclude by saying that according to Raj Thackarey,Marathi should be made compulsory in every English Medium College.I Completely support that,Please do....but at the same time kindly also make English more stringent and use it more often in a Marathi Medium School as only the latter will be used to enhance and build India' Future globally and not the former :)

On life....

I always say- Stop , stare and eventually move.
Life's like a roller coaster(this analogy just coz i was at wonderland last sunday, had an awesome time). For all you people guessing what that is, wonderland's an amusement park. Content with the patterned structure of life, if there comes any twists and turns, we, at once, react.Sometimes with shear happiness, sometimes with not so much joy. All in all, this is what i got from it- whatever it is, stay there, live it, experience it. The ride doesn't last forever, nor does life.


Hello guys, has been a pleasure to be associated with all you talented people. Fairly new to bloggerville, I thank stephen for this opportunity. Not a Pro at writing yet, will try to put in my best and remain active.

Looking forward to share and gain some gr8 insights from writers Lounge!!

Enjoy!! Have a gr8 sunday!!

Heyloz

 ۩ सर्व शकितमते परमात्मने श्री रामाय नमः۩ 

First of all, I love Lounges .*Perfect spot for lazzzyyy Fellas*
This is The writer's Lounge. I Wish to Thank Mr Solitary Writer
aka Stephen, for inviting me to this prestigious platform. Dude, change that solitary tag, we are so many of us
here. I am not that great writer folks.I just glanced *rather insecurely*, that we have some great pool of writers here.
Oh!!! By the way, Myself Tshhar Mangal, I am pursuing my graduation in business administration.Prior to joining this blog,
I was the creator/administrator of, *and i still am*
1) My Musings [my personal blog]
2) Jagruti [ A social initiative]
3)Voyaging through the blogosphere [A blog's blog]
4) The Reader's Paradise [ Books Blog]
5) Enlightenment [ A compilation of some forward mails etc.]

So, the point is, I was thinking and planning about retiring from blogosphere, and here came this wonderfull oppurtunity which i couldnt miss.
Thanks once again Stephen. Hellos again to everyone [ *Especially the girls* :P]
I Feel honored, to be invited, to write on this blog.
Lets Hope for a great time together.
Jai Shri Ram !!!

Something to think about.........

I always wished that people around me should be happy and should be free from all sorts of troubles and worries,but do you think it is possible to keep people around us happy.I always have the habit of making fun and joking in front of friends,but who knows someone around you may be having some problem.Every day as the sun shines ,the problems in life increases.In this small world we are much frustrated that every second we think about ourself and our family members and not about others.There are millions of people in India below poverty line and others who just dont know what they are doing and take life as it is.People dont know how difficult it is to live in a city like Mumbai,Chennai or may be Delhi.They come from their village to cities in search of jobs .If they dont find any job ,then they get into activities that may not be accepted.I am an Engineering student from Mumbai and I always wish to help poor people ,I could not see people begging just for the sake of living.I know a place called Kurla where there are around 20 to 30 people who sit aside the ticket counter and beg for money .Some people carry small babies just for asking money .
Sometime I often feel ,how lucky we are to get a beautiful life ,our parents just give us things that we would never expect ,there are many who love us and take care of us but what about these people ,they live in such an extreme condition .New born babies who are known to be free from tensions are being used as a resource for begging in India,what will these innocent kids know.Its even worse when I see a 16 year old kid carrying a 5 day old baby.I used to get shocked and as of now I am used to all such things.An aunt of mine was so generous that she used to give 2 rs to these beggars and imagine giving 2 rupees not only to a single beggar but to all present in that particular place.I asked her, "why do you do all such things?".She replied with an answer that inspired me a lot.She told me that we have people to look after us and at times there are people who understand us and help us at times ,but for these innocent people there is no one to help them and they don't even know what they are doing.If they'd knew what they are doing ?they them self would be disappointed.Everyday I go to my college by train.It is the mean by which all people in mumbai get to their work place,college,schools etc.Train is another place for these people to get into their job.I remember a lady with two kids who may be around 4 and 2 years old singing songs in second class railway compartments.The mom used to sing and the two kids used to ask every one for money.We always used to travel in group and we group of friends always make fun of people present around us.When these kids used to come to used to ask money then we would just close our eyes as if we were sleeping.I sometimes felt bad doing this and I never expect to do such things ,so I used to give them 1 rs .The kids give a smile and go back for their collection.I would rather feel that I have made a child smile.What exactly are we Indians doing??
Beggars in Uk and other countries are not called beggars because to don't beg and they impress people by playing some nice musics or may be dance and get some money from the mobs.But on contrary here in India when did beggars do such things?? they were just lazy sitting at railway stations ,traffic signals and markets and just chanting "allah ke naam pe do rupaiyya de do sir" which means please give me 2 rs by the name of allah .Even almighty allah would not suggest them to beg.Try to be innovative ..just come with a new idea and one day even they will be happy.Lets see how the government approaches with this thing and please don't neglect those people and help them .Because even they are Indians and it is the responsibility of every Indian to help his fellow citizen. It is something to think about...................


(This is written after seeing the worst condition of beggars in mumbai especially in kurla region )

My first baby with writers lounge

Writers.....the only known species of homosapiens who conceive and deliver at will. When it takes 9 months of labour for a woman to concieve, writers can deliver their babies in 2 mins flat....here in writers world, we consider any baby born within 2 mins as deformed. 2-10 mins is the range where babies are suggested to be kept in observation for a week. These babies either draw a complete blank from the neighbours, who in our case is our audience, or awe. World has shrinked to a diaper's size, which means everyone is everyone's neighbour. Anything above 10 mins is judged over a period of time...i wont get into other categories now....i just clocked 5 mins.....my first baby fathered by writers lounge is hereby kept under observation....

Everyone who writes is not a writer. I, for one, do not consider myself to be a writer.It is quite another matter that everytime I chance upon a keyboard my hands begin to itch and my eyes revel in the scent of new paper. I'm not Harry Potter, so quills are really out of the question but it's not like I've never picked up a crow feather,sharpened it's edges and tried to make a quill out of it. And it's not like I haven't told myself unending fairy stories and dreamed up entire worlds when my math teacher was trying to explain geometry to me.

I write because that is the only thing I know. And I think that it is important to share. Everyone has feelings and emotions and information to impart. Sometime's I feel like every one of us is a Pandora's Box-waiting to be explored.

Not everyone is a writer. I, for one,do not consider myself to be a writer. But I love to dream. And that's what eggs me on.

WELCOME..

I welcome all my fellow bloggers in this new blog.The name of the blog itself suggests that its a bog related to writers .So , all writers are requested to join in .
Do post your stories ,essays,poems and thoughtful things etc.

Do interact with the fellow bloggers .

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Cheers!!!

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