Sunday, December 6, 2015

sometimes all you need is moon and stars and quiet

Whoever reading this,
Have you ever read a novel which you never wanted to end?
Or painted a painting which makes you calm and help you to relax?
Or just stayed awake till 4 am and feel the moon light coming out of window.
Well most of you might not be freaky readers or painters or even late night owls like me :P
Yet let me tell you, it still feels worth it.
Tomorrow I have a big shot placement at my college, and my university exams already approaching so I have been studying late night from past few nights. But today just everything feels so out of way, don’t know why. Its like one of those moment when you feel calm yet you feel why are we stuck in situation like this. Well so I decided to paint something, and I painted a girl looking out from window looking at something which isn’t there probably, blue light filling the room and highlighting her cell, laptop, headphones and books. And all I felt was imprinted on the paper. And on the back side I wrote a quote that sometimes all you need is moon and stars and quiet.
Perhaps that’s what you need…
But I guess it’s a good therapy to relax ourselves. Whenever I put the brush on canvas and it starts releasing its colors making the paper forever his. And it moves and moves smoothly across the harsh surface until it soaks all the tenderness and becomes blue or green or red. I love the way it feels, and as the picture gets complete all that you were thinking or feeling goes away slowly. Just like the ink on paper.

Perhaps I might not be the painter of the decades but wherever I will live my walls will be always filled with these paintings I draw. They just make me realize that this what something you have, which is never leaving you. So hang on there. We are with you. J

Fangirl, Lndline and attachments...

One more book I finished this holiday was fangirl. Well the girl was kind of freaky, at some points I was rolling my eyes at her “not going out for dinner thing”,” leaving school for her father thing”, “and also whats up with her mother ?” but yet… the guy was awesome. Even though I kind of wanted to punch him at first, but later it got better. As it depicts, not every nerd is destined to stay single. :D or not all girls you think are freak are actually freak . I like the story because cath kind of matches my personality, well I have tried very hard to come out of my shell and mix up with people, make small talks and be the person which everyone appreciate and the not the opposite but I am not that bad as cath in case of changing environment :D
Also one thing I would like to mention is the way she has showed the world of fandom. And I was really not so sure about making your own stories and posting them to read for others.
I guess when a writer writes something its actually their work and why should any one gets to invade their world ? I know all the fan thing but cant we just stay fan of whatever they have created? Well whatever.
and also I really loved the part when cath finally gets her way in her new school and her sister is surprised by her new change. J
So that week I got two stories of rainbow rowel who has published them at start of her career. They  were actually set into the adult age, one of them was
“landline”
So the landline is a story of a women who is a script writer for a famous comedy show and who has very important assignment exactly on Christmas day so she cant go to her in laws house that holiday.  But she somehow manages to repair her marriage by a magical phone she has. Which calls to the husband in past only, while her real means future husband isn’t picking up any calls from her(for 10 days. Oh my).
Well I felt the story was all right. I felt some parts were little too explained.  And obviously it followed the good end.

Another story I am currently reading is “attachments” and god I am enjoying it so much. Its one of the books you never want to end. I just want to save the bits and bytes till it finishes. I guess she is really that kind of author which involves you in her stories, I felt the same impact when I was reading hers elenor and park as well fangirl. Her stories are just set in so better environment or just made so beautifully together that you just want to stop it at the exact moment you feel like this should be it, the happily ever after. But story must move on as life goes on J

So attachments is I haven’t completed yet , because oh… I just don’t want it to end :D so i will be writing the review of attachments in next blog. :) 
merci...

so to be continued with the review about attachments. It ended just like I expected, on a sweet note as desert of last course. :) 
I loved the story since fairy tales can take different forms around the world. watching lincoln read beths mail was like watching him look inside her head. very few times this happens as we get to know about what exactly the other person is feeling about us. I think it may surprise us sometimes that how others respects or maybe hate us or maybe adore us without showing us. Well thats where the walls and lies borns. :D
so obviously I felt the end was rushed a little bit, since its just like that lincoln leaves the job and gets back with beth. :P yet I think it will be my favorite novel for a while now. :) 

Monday, November 16, 2015

As if that’s what it takes to love someone :D



And in the middle of the risk mitigation, monitoring and management plan preparation I start remembering anna and the French kiss bits and bytes. And that is the moment you understand you are totally screwed by the effect of teen adult novels and the freaking paris and the freaking terrorist attack on paris.
I read the novel twice, thrice and many times as much as I can not count, and yet it feels like I haven’t got the best out of it.
I wonder what people think of the corny novels which has the happy ever after ends. Or whether people think that reading such novels is craziness because they keep you away from reality or makes your thinking very shallow. God forbid when I read my book review about “gone with the wind” I felt it as if I was in dream and I was reading a review of some another person. Well I have to admit it, I have got better in writing reviews. Yeyieee…
Well forget it. Suddenly I thought of the some things from Anna I felt whether its really worth finding the love of your life falling for you so easily. Absolutely I adore the happy ends, and I adore stephnie perkins for giving many girls like me a hope that that can happen(Atleast in a book) but even then it makes us kind of sad too I guess. That in reality we don’t land up in SOAP or meet the love of your life in the most freaking romantic city of the world, or find the boy next door your lover or even find the artist boyfriend whom you adore so much.
But we can and definitely can visit the point zero of notre dame, and see the grand bassin. Maybe in 2 years from now, or 20 years from now… :D
But I gotta give her this, she makes amazing trio of classic tales which are beautiful in own way. Movies, art, and illustration in everyday through clothing or automaton or décor it’s just overwhelming. Maybe that if why I like her writing, because I have interest in all these things which makes us different than others. I have my entire wall full of paintings and sketches I made, in my hall. I have a wind chime made by me hanging in our window. And when anyone visits our little flat and they always admire the creativity. Its like a tonic to keep going on.  To make something beautiful out of something small, and see the sparkling praise in people who admires me.
Well subject got carried away, but after reading anna almost 14th time, I felt I should write something.
Other than that, things going great. I got a job offer, on the way of internship training, and yes…
Risk mitigation, monitoring and management plan is still there, looking at me with a glare, so gotta complete it. Ha ha… J

Merci…

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Gone with the wind

           And when I finished the last page of the book which had been haunting me from last couple of weeks, I felt as if once again I am having a experience of something which has been so amazing.
Many a times when some things you like beyond limit, they stay in your thoughts for longer time. And the same happened with me with this one. I couldn’t take it out of my mind for two days, thinking about the consequences, happenings and my own opinion of this.
“gone with the wind”
I think many of you may have not read this book, as it’s a very old piece of literature, set in 1860’s and published in 1936. But I find myself very lucky that I started reading it , finished it and learnt so many things from it.
So here I am providing a link to Wikipedia page which will shortly tell you what the story is about.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gone_with_the_Wind

The first thing which hit me after I was rereading the last line of the book,
“she will think about these things tomorrow, not today. After all tomorrow is another day”
And then it slowly came to me, that whatever scarlet had done her entire life, whatever wrong decision she had done, she hadn’t thought about them. She always kept them for thinking for tomorrow. But her tomorrow never comes to her. The pile of things goes on in the list to think about them in tomorrow and she never ever gave a second thought to them and in the mean while everything was destroyed , just merely “Gone with the wind”.
When I first started reading the novel, I found scarlett very amusing at first, doing things on her own, as they pleased them giving the hell with the world look to everyone, even to those who had cared about her honestly.
Her this attitude comes with her early widow hood, and her struggle for life, a struggle to keep the people alive for whom she is responsible.
She makes a good heroin by being fierce, and confident and not afraid of anything but fear of losing something. Till the middle of the book. She carries on her mischievous behavior by her attitude driven by the unending urge to satisfy on something.
But then for all I understood, the real heroin of the book is Melanie. Often mistaken by us as the saint women who is little crazy to not be able to see how scarlett behaves with her, and how she never ever had appreciated her for her kind heart. And did things which were done only for the promise she gave to Ashley.
Melanie who seeks everything good in everyone, accepting people as they are and even keeping their images in her head intact even if she hears any wrong doing of them. The biggest thing she does is that, she never ever judge by the things people talk about them. I was crying my eyes out when she defends scarlett and Ashley even after she hears that her husband and her sister-in-law betrayed her. How can be someone so faithful on their own belief that people they love can never betray us.
We rather do the exactly opposite thing as we seek for the reasons that, when and how our own people may betray us, and that will be the end of our good behavior towards them. But Melanie… Oh Melanie. She shook our beliefs by being so blinded to her faith and trust, that the people who have betrayed us feel ashamed of their behaviors.
Melanie, who looks pale and small but has a heart of lion, brave enough to be ready to kill a person who is threat to her family. Melanie who is not really beautiful but believes that her husband loves her, no matter what may come.
Melanie who is sweet enough to even talk to a bad women, just because she thinks of her as nothing more than a person.
And even after all the up and down she goes, she stays steady as the rock on her love towards people, even when they betrayed her, even when they are bad by their reputation, even when they make her feel a little frighten, she still seeks for the soul in them. The soul of the person which lies deep within, hidden under the layers of the pretending, or show off of what they are not, often resulting into their bad reputation, she look at them as clear as the clear drop of water, even when they are mutilated by the wrong things they have done.
Rhett who is a non-gentleman who speaks only of truths, even when its bitter and far too naked for the people to hear. I loved the way he make us see what scarlett really is. He reads her like a slate, even guessing her thoughts right. But still loves her deeply regardless of her childishness, her lack of interest in him as her lover, her tantrums and inability to understand how to handle people without hurting them.
Another most important thing which book depicts as, how love can be complicated and how we often misunderstand what lies in our heart actually. The moment scarlett agrees that she was in love with a person she just made up, she looked at Ashley as mere actor acting the character she made up.  But reality is far from what she had thought and it startles her at the end, when he sees what Ashley really is. And all her imaginations, love leaves her the very minute when his real person get revealed in front of her.
And here scarlett and Melanie displays us two different sides of a same coin. As Melanie tries to love what people really are, and scarlett is loving how she want people to be.
And at the end, of course Melanie wins as she seek the truth.
We often make our own assumptions about people who meets us, and try to cling to them as gradually we understand them. I have often experienced this that many a times, the people who we hear bad gossips about turned to be as pleasant as a person can be, or even opposite side as the people we thing will be having the good nature but they turn out to be the exact opposite.
I think for this the melanie’s way of looking at everyone as a clean piece of paper, and even though our opinions get violated by any situation we shall write only the good things about them on the paper. Then there will be no two sides, rather it will be plain as the truth and also acceptable.
 I enjoyed reading every bit and every line of the book, suckling it as a candy, taking in its beautifulness and understanding. To a great piece of literature. “Gone with the wind”.



Monday, September 28, 2015

Winter is coming... And so is the Game of thrones...

The first time i ever saw Game of thrones was its making. One of my friend had this in his laptop and i watched it but i thought of it as boring as what am i seeing.
After few months the first season stayed in  my laptop, and suddenly one day i opened it and watched And then i couldnt stop myself from it, I watched entire season withing 2-3 days, told him to give me all of those seasons and then the amazing journey began. 
First when i searched it on internet, i found out that its based on novel named 'the song of ice and fire'. and my happiness kind of doubled, as i was damn sure that this much rich content cant be pulled onto screen just by script writing. I downloaded all 4 books available and started reading them, but damn... it was a tiresome work, and i wished it could just give a short summery at the end to know what the entire book says, but yet i was curious and excited to explore the world of Martin. 
After finishing the books, i felt as this man must be a legend or something, otherwise how can he write such vast story and each and every moment of it is like magic. And i became obsessed with GoT then...
the first thing about Fantasy novels is that , sometimes you feel why are we wasting so much time of something that is just imagination of someone, but then we get an answer as its not just fantasy man.. its meant to be written, the greatest works are of imagination and we must be a part of its legacy. 
and now after the most successful show on hbo run, the game of throne is proven to be having blend of of, the magic, the curiosity, the kings and the politics, the wide range of characters, the moments which leaves you upset, the moments where you laugh , and still cant get it out of head... Like a curse... but a beautiful and powerful one though.
The way it is going, and the way martin says "I dont know why people are waiting for the next novels, as they are just going to cry." but its alright, we will cry by wish. and still eager to know where it all ends. As all men must die, yet we know they also live... 
I shall come back to GoT, and i will write one more blog on this, the day i will find who the hell is Jon's mother and father... :D 

but still... To my most favorite show... 

The Game of Thrones... 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Krishna and 64 Qualities

my very own creation of calligraphy of Shri. Krishna! :) containing all 64 of his qualities of supreme soul...


Tuesday, August 11, 2015

The one

He, who believes in me! be with me all the time...
Who accepts my apologies, my anger, my devotion
All in the same manner, with a smile
I owe him the greatest respect of all.
Who made me, and the world around me so far
He made the sunlight, to let me see the beauty he holds.
He made the speed and void to make me feel the depth.
He, who made the sorrow and the happiness,
So I could see the difference,
He never expects neither angered,
Who only wants me to remember his presence…
He, who is beautiful as all the beauty in the world,
Who creates the moon and the stars,
To remind me how small still I am.
He is the one who made me and made me what I am.
He is the one who knows what is better for me.
The one who knows what cause harm to me…
He goes on, filling my life with unexpected changes
Still I believe He is my true believer,
He knows what I am capable of,
He gives me challenges so I can know what I can do,
He gives me happiness, like the rewards we give to children.
He is my everything, the father, the mother, the sibling
The friend, the believer, the companion.
He makes me feel as large as all infinity could be,
He makes me feel small as all the negative infinity could be,
He is the one, who made me, who drives me, who ends me,
They call him God. I don’t know what to call him.
He just smiles, he doesn’t need a name to call.
He just needs me to remember him.
In all my times…


Saturday, August 8, 2015

The pheonix and Lincoln

A few days ago one of my best friends was feeling depressed and tensed about some of the career related issues. We talked about them in the night and then at morning when I woke up the first thought I had been of this thing. I instantly what’s apped him and told him some things I could tell to cheer him up.
As I went of talking I remembered a story I read about Abraham Lincoln in “chicken soup for the soul”. And I felt it will better cheer him up so I typed the whole thing and sent him. which goes like this.
Abraham Lincoln Didn't Quit
The sense of obligation to continue is present in all of us. A duty to strive is the duty of us all. I felt a call to that duty.
Abraham Lincoln
Probably the greatest example of persistence is Abraham Lincoln. If you want to learn about somebody who didn't quit, look no further.
Born into poverty, Lincoln was faced with defeat throughout his life. He lost eight elections, twice failed in business and suffered a nervous breakdown.
He could have quit many times—but he didn't and because he didn't quit, he became one of the greatest presidents in the history of our country.
Lincoln was a champion and he never gave up. Here is a sketch of Lincoln's road to the White House:
1816 His family was forced out of their home. He had to
work to support them. 1818 His mother died.
1831 Failed in business.
1832 Ran for state legislature—lost.
1832 Also lost his job—wanted to go to law school but couldn't get in.
1833 Borrowed some money from a friend to begin a business and by the end of the year he was bankrupt. He spent the next 17 years of his life paying off this debt.
1834 Ran for state legislature again—won.
1835 Was engaged to be married, sweetheart died and his heart was broken.
1836 Had a total nervous breakdown and was in bed for six months.
1838 Sought to become speaker of the state legislature—defeated.
1840 Sought to become elector—defeated.
1843 Ran for Congress—lost.
1846 Ran for Congress again—this time he won—went to
Washington and did a good job.
1848 Ran for re-election to Congress—lost.
1849 Sought the job of land officer in his home state—rejected.
1854 Ran for Senate of the United States—lost.
1856 Sought the Vice-Presidential nomination at his party's national convention—got less than 100 votes.
 1858 Ran for U.S. Senate again—again he lost.
1860 Elected president of the United States.

The path was worn and slippery. My foot slipped from under me, knocking the other out of the way, but I recovered and said to myself, "It's a slip and not a fall."
Abraham Lincoln After losing a senate race
Source Unknown

We talked so many things related to this story. And we came up to the bottom line as Lincoln had even the worse obstacles than us, and even after that he became the president of America . The most powerful man in mankind. We have rather all the things we need , parents to care, support us, enough money to keep us going. And our aim is not even high as him, we just have to earn a job which gives us satisfaction and excel in it. My friend felt better after that and we decided to move on from the past failures and look ahead with our efforts.
Then after this incidence I went for a campus drive and couldn’t make through the first round. I felt so disappointed after coming home since I had prepared for this and I felt maybe my luck wasn’t with me that day to get me through it. My parents consoled me when I started crying over this and regretting the thing. And my father (who does not really talk much ) said that “if you get something easily, you never get its value. Your success will even matter more when you will strive more for it” and I felt the contradictions of our situations again. As  just few days ago I was telling the same words to my friend and now they were coming back to me. Just in another form.

I always prepare one question for my HR interviews as “how do you handle a failure?”
I would say that “I actually don’t believe that there are books which will change our life in one day. Or the people who will change our thought process in a day. I believe that inspiration for our win has to come from within. I believe that the confidence and spirit you need to achieve a grand success has many days and nights spent by arguments with ourselves. And then you get a one aim and then you start doing everything you can to chase it. Chase it until you finally have the moment of victory. So that’s how I handle my failure, by seeing what were my mistakes and what went wrong in my past attempt. And I would overcome those in my next attempt. Once I heard a really good line, “ commit as many mistake you want, but do not repeat them…”
And that would be my strategy to overcome them.
When we are on the verge of something we go through lots of thoughts, some of fear for failure , some for imagining the moment of happiness, and some utterly horrible visuals of not getting something we want. But we need to control them at least till we have given our try.
Opportunities are coming again now. And I have to be prepared for them. J
Since Abraham Lincoln didn’t quit, We cant either…

Wish me luck everyone… 

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

A LITTLE PROGRAMMING...

Tomorrow is my persistent aptitude for internship program, and while preparing i found some of the programs which took me little time to cover up. but somehow i did them . i am posting them here, so people can use them in future.. :)

1.  program to copy one file content to another, by removing extra spaces.

#include<stdio.h>
#include<conio.h>
#include<stdlib.h>
#include<iostream.h>

void main() {
   FILE *fp1, *fp2;
       int i=0;
   char ch,ch1;
   clrscr();

   fp1 = fopen("Sample.txt", "r");
   fp2 = fopen("Output.txt", "w");

   while (1)
{
      ch = fgetc(fp1);

      if (ch == EOF)
break;

      else if(ch==' ')
{
   if(i==1)
   {
   }
   else
   {
   fputc(' ',fp2);
   i=1;
   }

}
else
{

fputc(ch, fp2);
i=0;

}

}

   printf("File copied Successfully!");
   fclose(fp1);
   fclose(fp2);
   getch();
}


*if u are using turbo c, please do this program by keeping into bin folder, I dont know why but it idnt worked properly on other folers.

2. Program to give output as aabbccee if the input is given as abceacbe.
#include<stdio.h>
#include<conio.h>
#include<iostream.h>
#include<string.h>

main()
{
char str[10];
int i=0,j=0;
int count[127];
while(j<=127)
{
count[j]=0;
j++;
}
clrscr();
cout<<"Enter a string\n";
cin>>str;
cout<<str<<"\n";

 char c;



while (str[i]!='\0')
{
//cout<<int(str[i])<<"\t";
count[int(str[i])]=count[int(str[i])]+1;
i++;
}

j=0;
while(j<127)
{

int k=count[j];
while(k>0)
{

c=j;
cout<<c;
k--;
}
//cout<<count[j]<<" "<<" ";

j++;
}



getch();
}



3. Program to display a matrix in spiral way.
ie. if the matrix is
1 2 3
4 5 6
7 8 9

 then output will be: 1 2 3 6 9 8 7 4 5



#include<stdio.h>

#include<conio.h>
#include<iostream.h>

int main()
{
int r,cl,i,j,k;
 int mat[4][4];
 clrscr();
cout<<"\n enter rows and column of matrix";
cin>>r>>cl;


 cout<<"enter elements of matrix";

for(i=0;i<r;i++)
{
for(j=0;j<cl;j++)
{
   cin>>  mat[i][j];
}
}
cout<<"\n matrix:\n";
for(i=0;i<r;i++)
{
for(j=0;j<cl;j++)
{
    cout<< mat[i][j];
    cout<<" ";
}
cout<<"\n";

}


int x=0,y=0;
int a=0,b=0,c=r,d=cl;
//cout<<matrix[0][0];

while (a < c && b < d) {
while (y<c) {
cout<<mat[x][y]<<" ";
y++;
}
x++;
y--;
while (x<d) {
cout<<mat[x][y]<<" ";
x++;
}
x--;
y--;
while (y >=a) {
cout<<mat[x][y]<<" ";
y--;
}
y++;
x--;
while (x > b) {
cout<<mat[x][y]<<" ";
x--;
}
y++;
x++;
a++;
b++;
c--;
d--;
}

getch();
}

Sunday, May 3, 2015

A memorable Sunday service…

A memorable Sunday service…
“So I say to you, Ask and it will be given to you; search and you will find; knock and the door will be opened for you.-Jesus Christ”

Well I can say that this was one of the most memorable Sunday I had in my life. Few months ago I discovered that one of my friend is Christian and he goes to church on Sundays. I felt like I should try this time to attend church with him once, because where my home town is, we don’t have many churches and the one we have, I always felt something mysterious about that place. I had always an attraction of church, because unlike any other regional place, it is not filled with other sounds and loudness making us deafen to our own voice. I rather loved the sound of softly clinging bell, and the beautiful voice of people singing hymns with the piano.
 I declared to my friend that I want to go to church someday, and he too agreed that of course we shall. The days went by and we somehow found this Sunday to go to church. We accompanying with one of our professor who is also a Christine and always takes my friend with him to church, whenever he is going. It was absolutely a beautiful brisk summer morning, and roads were filled with golden sunrays. and I was sitting in the backseat how visiting church would be.
Well its not that I never went to any church, I have seen churches at Goa, and some places, but yet this one was not like visiting a tourist destination, it was more of an important something for me. Like proving our theories moment o something…
I thought to myself as maybe pune looks more beautiful when all people are sleeping , tucked in the lazy summer morning. and we reached to the army campus where actually the church is.
My friend showed me the school behind the church and then I saw a familiar building which could be termed as the church. I heard the soft murmuring  of people singing and trailed with the piano playing with it, and a smile escaped though my lips. I felt happy for the reason I don’t know. I was feeling like this is it. This is what I was waiting to be felt, when you reach a place and its entire aura fills you inside out. I didn’t stop smiling till I reached to the stairs of the place. And my ears were still listing to the beautiful sound.
Our professor asked whether the service has been over, but the person replied as its still there. And we entered in the building. I saw people standing, holding small books in their hands and singing their hearts out. I saw the beautiful glass painted exactly in front of us. Although I missed the entire view as we got place in one left corner. I stood besides my professor unsure of what to do next. I just stood there and looked around, people were looking in the book and singing something.
Later the priest told us to turn to page number something, and I saw two books lying there, I picked the wrong one and my professor corrected my by showing the actual one.  I heard the number, and found the book everyone was singing. It had the hymns and some lines of the rituals. We found each one after another as we go further. And I just started humming the tune. It was even fulfilling
After some minutes I lost the page count and just started staring around. I saw the golden cross hanging at the middle of the church. And felt as how many years it had been, and the cross still holds its beauty along with its sacred purity and the touch of god. Like it had been running for thousands and thousands of years till it reached us.
We finished with the hymns and then everyone started going further for prayer. I thought I should go too, so I just got up and went straight through aisle and reached to the middle of the passage, I saw people leaning against their knees paying and priest was giving them something to drink. I didn’t know what do we have to do, so when my turn came I just went there and leaned on to my knees, and closed my eyes.
When I am praying to my god(I am hindu by religion), means the usual morning or evening prayer, I always have something to talk about. I talk about my day, or even something I want fixed in my life, or even thanks for giving me already something I wanted. But here I got totally blank, I couldn’t think of anything to say , I just closed my eyes and stayed there for a second or two. The priest was in front of me now, he asked me something but I couldn’t hear. I looked at his glass and a white round piece of something I didn’t know. I just blurted that “I don’t know, what to do”.
He asked me again, “Are you Christine?” I nodded as “NO”
And he said okay , and draw a cross on my forehead with his thumb. I felt it more strongly for no reason maybe. I closed my eyes again for just a second, and returned to my seat. We sang one more hymn and then they declared as the service was over. We saw people getting up one by one and leaving church, but we sat for some more minutes and then headed out.
I saw one little boy trying to put 10 rs. Note in the money collecting box, but it was shaped as sharp cross and he couldn’t fit into it. Even so somehow he did, but couldn’t push further with his fingers so I pushed it inside with my pointed nails. :D
We went out and had coffee served for the people.  I saw around and found the area surrounded with the trees and the yellow blossom flowers covering the roads. And then I remembered what I had to say to god in there.
“Thank you!”
J
I just wanted to thank you for letting me see you, and embrace you in another form. I am always seeking for some kind of spiritual enlightenment, and this was one of the most beautiful experiences I had. I wish I will visit so many churches over the year because it’s more calm and subtle way of prayer.  I thank you for such a beautiful morning, for the sun and stars thy gave us, and the courage to discover the truth of our hearts, and the strength to achieve what our hearts seek for.  Forgive us for our sins and I shall love thee till I find out where we all going .
 To the Christ , whose door I knocked and who opened it for me… J




Saturday, May 2, 2015

And the Best sketch award goes to....

The best things about awards are that they feel more attractive till they are not in your hands. :D
Today we had annual award ceremony at our college.  and I received two awards in category of best Research project and one for best sketch award in our college magazine. That was amazing feeling when we bow to get the medal from dignitaries and hearing the crowd cheering for us. :)
The most important thing about the ceremony was the Padmashri Leela Poonawala. who was the guest dignitary for the ceremony and who shared really valuable thoughts with us for the function.
One of the thoughts she said which was outstanding as do not say that sky is the limit, rather say as I will define my own sky. And to reach that sky, keep your small goals and try to fulfill them. 
Celebrate your small achievements , if you don't celebrate your won success who will have value of them? 

she told about her life as a student, and how she struggled through to get education complete. and then she decided that when she will be earning enough money she will help other girls to get higher education. and she did found the foundation later which helped the young girls to get high education who are from low economically background.

One of the students asked her that she has received these many awards, what is the ultimate motive of her life. She gave an outstanding answer as "As I said you define your own sky. I decided that my happiness lies among the girls I help. I get the most happiness when they call me to tell that they had got selected in MNC's and having lucrative packages. That is the my ultimate motive which gives me immense happiness. "

Then we all enjoyed the photo session and the day was absolutely filled with enthusiasm.
well it was just a small ceremony and little award function we had achieved , yet it matters as we never achieve the bigger success with one jump, It takes so many small steps to reach there. :)
 and I guess this was one of them... :)

Anna, Lola, Isla... and its the tale of true love...

 First when I read Anna and the French kiss I was instantly in love with it. Although it still awkward to tell people when they ask me What are you Reading?  and I have to think twice before telling I am reading Anna and the french kiss... :D because they look at me like, "And I thought she must be reading serious books!" :D
I Initially I was really ashamed of this comment so i tried reading serious books like War and Piece ,or even Hitlers biography, but then after few pages I felt as what am I trying to prove and to whom? :D I don't think anyone reads these books now a days, I mean no offense to those who might have read too. but its just not my cup of tea.
I can read continuously for hours and finish 1000 pages books but still they had to be filled with emotions, drams love and of course passion.
So later I decided that If this is what I like, I will read this. Later I completed 4 books of song of ice and fire too. :) which was amazing experience.

Well so my review about Isla and the happily ever after.
First of all I really liked the concept of linking characters through the stories. I was really shocked when I read about saint clair being friend with Cicket, and then again they being together in the third book as well. Its like you knowing that your old friends still together and happy. Still its fairy tale and I loved it.
But , well this but came after finishing the last book of series so far, that are we really that matured always to make something work out... The Heroin is always so darn in love with hero, and finally hero too appears to be taking interest in her, and then they meet, find that trigger, and fall for each other. Even so I LOOOOVVVEEE this concept of fairy tale and then happily ever after, still the truth hurts as not always our crush takes mutual interest in us, and thats where everything sucks :)
you don't get the equally interested partner when it comes to reality I guess. :P even so I enjoyed all three stories, I felt little annoyed by the fact that love is not always that easy that you find at the cafe in DC. or living in front of your houses, or in your classroom. :D
I so darn wish I will at least meet,
either One Cricket Bell-crazy for automatons and entirely driven by the girl living next door, who eventually becomes his child hood sweetheart and the love of his life.
or One St clair- Extremely charming and handsome guy, who talks in British accent and have charismatic persona who finds the true love of his life at age 19.
or One Joshua -A handsome guy, who has realllly good taste in art and has crush on the same girl who has crush on him too...
:)

well I gotta appreciate Stephanie's art interest. for which I loved Lola, and Joshua... :)
 So to the Happily Ending Love Stories... to Isla, Lola and Anna... and of course their respective love. :)


Sunday, March 29, 2015

BirthDay Bash!!!

Birthday seems always a happy day in our life. It is the day when you can expect all people to treat you good no matter what you do. :D
I have had many birthdays, celebrated with friends, family, some just with family and some with memories but yet every birthday seems the amazing one.
So I am writing this blog on one night before my birthday when I will be completing 21 years of my life. Well its lucky number for me because it’s my numerological number.
So here are some few things I am thankful to god, thank you for making my life beautiful and filled with never ending happiness. Thank you for giving all the good things I wanted.
Thank you for letting me a part of this life where I find myself as this is where I belong.
Yet many birthdays to be come, and the lucky ones out of them would be my 30th birthday, then the 60th birthday and then ultimately 90th birthday maybe, where I will be living in an entirely different time span. Yet Keep me myself always… Let that little clumsy and creative Rutuja still inside me, even though my looks will change, even though the people around me will change, even though life will change. J
Finally being a part of adulthood, where now perspectives change, views change, opinions change… Let the upcoming years make me wise and give me strength to fight for what I want, and also wish me the best of luck so I can persuade what I want.  

Happy 21st Birthday to me! J

Saturday, March 21, 2015

The Unplanned Happiness!!!

        Whenever I am among my friends I always feel like I should do something to preserve the moment right now. I really started believing that time is relative. It goes on and surprise us with its extremely astonishing characteristics.
Today we had a lunch meet at my home with few of my friends and my sister. We cooked meal for all of us and ate it together with fun and enjoyment.
Sometimes I feel what I'd do after few years when on the same day  I will miss the same moments. It hurts to even think about that someday this all will be a past and all the enjoyment and fun we had will become just a fragment in our memory.
Still its yet amazing that We still have beautiful memories to cherish. In few years we all will be somewhere  working in companies and having an entirely different lifestyle that todays.
I always get this feeling or a voice in my head saying that pick up the most out of the incidence so I can remember it more clearly after few years.
In eat,pray,love at one place Elizabeth says that she has a friend who always say whenever she go at a good place that "I will come back here later"
Elizabeth says that by saying this her friend starts making plans of future but she forgets whats right now. but I think just saying live in the presence is far more difficult than it seems.
You cant stop the thought process which says that look how happy you are right now. The next moment may not be the same. :)
Still the good times are always there, With or without the same fun, with or without same people. Yet it matters. It matters how much we enjoyed, how much we miss all this. :)
I will miss each and every moment of my happy time. I will miss all of you...
I will miss the amazing campus of my college, I will miss sitting in the sunlight there at the bus stop, I will miss watching rain hitting the trees, and the beautiful roads dampening with rain, the sunlight uplifting shadows from the trees making everyone look happy and cheerful.I will miss staying awake late nights making notes or struggling with a piece of code which is not running, and then looking out of window and looking at the plane blinking and moving slowly in the air. I will miss looking at the starry sky on the cloudless night. I will miss the rain hitting the windows making the most beautiful noise.  I will miss having coffee and kuka with my friends after the college hours, having lunch with them, walking in utterly silence when we don't know what to say anymore. I will miss laughing uncontrollably on silly jokes, having silly talks on our lives as well serious talks on our lives. Taking in the fresh air in to feel this all is as real as it gets.
I will miss everything and everyone out of these days...

:)
SO Take Care Of All Your Memories! For You Can Not Relive Them!-Bob Dylan!
:)

Monday, January 12, 2015

A's miracle!

Well the name of post is miracle, because I think it is a miracle.
I have a friend at my college, let’s call him A.
He is just my recent friend! So few days ago we were just sitting in our campus chit chatting. And then the recess time was up and everyone started going towards mess and canteen. But A said he isn’t going to take lunch, for a week.
We asked why? And he said that his friend is doing this diet thing, and so he decided to follow him too.
I asked what exactly you do? He said he doesn’t take lunch in a day, only dinner. For a week!
I said okay! I felt this must be something diet craziness.
Then after almost a week, he told me the real reason.
He told me that, his one of the best friends who is living back in his hometown, was upset about his job issue and all. He was getting frustrated over this, so he decided to keep fast of day for a week.
So A who doesn’t believe in this fast and all stuff, but decided to keep fast like his friend kept. (Without telling him!)
After two days, his friend quit, but A continued his fast for his friend.
He didn’t take 7 days lunch meal, even though the person who had decided to follow this gave up.
He told me this and I was like! Haaaa?
Whyyy?
And his answer was for his friend. I was really surprised by his this answer and whatever he did for his friend. I said, tell your friend to give up this stupidity, and register for some job profile sites and start actual working on things which might help him to get job.
Well A told this thing to his friend, and he did register for the sites.
(I also urged him to tell his friend what he did for him, but he refused to do so saying that he might not believe him.)
And then the miracle happens, one day after he finishes his ritual of 7 days fast for his friend! J
I got a call from A, and he said,” Hey, my that friend got a job today!”
And again I was shocked! Man??
Personally I am so much of a believer in this karma stuff. I do believe that good things happen to those who behave and think and do good deeds.
But this was like a real time example I just witnessed!
Even though his friend quit, but A continued this ritual with a sacred mind and god gave its results! Isn’t it amazing?
This might be the coolest coincidence, but A still refusing to tell his friend what he did for him, saying that it might not feel right.
Well the purpose of writing this post is only that it made me feel great.
When I try to tell something, I feel always proud of myself for thinking others over me. Its not one of the right thing to do. But yes, I am selfish here, to make myself feel better by thinking that I think about others before me!
But today A made me realized that this is how a selfless deed is done, Not just by his attitude towards this thing but it got approved by the god’s own symbol of miracle!
And I can’t even imagine what happiness he must be feeling when he heard the good news!
So to the selfless deed! J To the infinite happiness we get by looking others happy!
To A! A and to his devotion! And To the miracle!J







Sunday, January 4, 2015

In health and in sickness!!!

Well i actually don't know what I am going to write about, but I am kind of frustrated over situation and I think it will be better if i wrote something about it.
Once I read somewhere that pain is the best gift a man kind has, this sentence was further explained as we see diabetic patients loosing their legs or any other part of body because they couldn't realize the pain they have to feel when there is some wound, and then it becomes more and more serious until one day you have to loose the part which has been effected.
In our entire life we get through pain, a physical pain, a mental pain, a pain sometimes we cant even explain, and a pain sometimes we cant bear.
Recently one of my good friends was experiencing such a vigorous pain because of some health problem he had, and i was unable to console him by my words. I tried to tell him the above sentence and later as much as I thought about it, I felt like how true this is.
A pain is a feeling which makes us unable to think properly, unable to control our anger, frustration and every bit of our senses making us feel pity on ourselves. But on the other hand, what if we didn't had any pain feelings in our entire life?
We would be the senseless robots, feeling nothing and living in senseless surrounding, world would be so different than it is now.
There would be no pain of failing in something, the pain of heart break, the pain of getting rejected over something, the pain of falling from the bicycle for the first time, the pain of loosing the person you loved the most, the pain of so many unlimited things which makes us feel uncomfortable and vulnerable.
What our lives would be if we never felt the pain of loosing in something? There would be no world conquerors who woke up after that never ending pain of being no one. There would be no feeling of care among people unless there would be the pain of loosing them.
For our entire life we do only things that Cursing our pain and trying to get rid of it as far as possible and that what we call the happiness. An utterly relaxed feeling of having no pain, but it is like a mirage making us feel detached from the pain.
So I think our pain must be the really greatest gift we have achieved from whoever made us, which makes us realize how great our happiness is and why it is great.
To the pain! In health and in sickness! :)