Angel in the Cloud

Here I am … sitting on the cloud….. confused …sad…wondering what my near and dear ones are doing. Wondering how will they get in touch with me again. I want to go back….back to all the fun and frolic….back to wiping a tear shed by someone….back to wishing a Happy Birthday to someone….Back to POKE someone !!!!

 

Yes Poke!!! .. No I am not dead….I just deactivated my Facebook account yesterday.

 

And now here I am missing it.

 

Infact the feeling might be similar to dying…I really dont know if one who is dead faces the same feelings, but yes, I am worried on Day One…worried that I might miss out a lot.

 

Facebook addiction for me has been very bad, so bad that twice I have tried to detox myself from it, but was back on it with all my time whenever I have competed my self set detox period. So decided to permanently deactivate my account(though Facebook has been kind enough to inform me that I can just reactivate by entering my user name and password again )

 

Come to think of it, did I not have a life before Facebook. Were not my friends in touch with me on phone, on email. Then why think that this is the end of life. For those whom we really mean something have other ways of being in touch always. There are a few for whom I believe my posts are just like the newspapers they read in the morning, to be informed, to be amused, to be entertained. Apologies if anyone finds this offending. I have nothing against such people, because it was I who was posting , they never asked me to post thus.

 

Anyways…now here I am sitting on the cloud like an Angel…singing my lonely song…..till I get over the feeling ……..

Present Tense

You are doing everything right in the Present. You are unstoppable. Your Future is shaping as per your Ideas. Then….BANG!!!! Something from the Past crops up…..you start wasting your Present to correct it, you know in your heart this is going to delay the Future….

Happens…happened with me this week in terms of work….a few bad decisions in the Past suddenly decided to pop up, began working to correct them, but surely took away a lot of time, my Present time and set me back.

Sorted it out, but thought me a lesson, never forget your bad decisions of Past, and while working for a better Future, work on correcting the bad decisions simultaneously in the Present.

Currently to sort out my Past, I had to make a few decisions, which like I said will delay my Future plans, but have decided to work towards correcting that too in my Present work…..Currently my Present might be tense, but want to assure that in Future all of that is Past…….

Musings Of Life - As I perceive: The Green Thing

Musings Of Life - As I perceive: The Green Thing: It all started with a mail chain that got fowarded and set me on memory lane. Initial story as below:  Courtesy Little Green Blo...

Confused Human race….

When we are kids, we want to grow up

When we are grown up, we want to be kids again

When we are in school, we want to be in college

When we are in college, we want to be in school

When we are single, we want to get married

When we are married, we want to be single

When we dont have kids, we want kids

When we have kids, we dont want kids

When we are living, we want to die

When we are about to die, we want to live….

Confused race … arent we?

Keep pedaling the cycle….

Happened to meet a friend’s dad after ages. Now about to reach 70, his zeal for life is amazing. A very successful entrepreneur, my wife asked him why doesnt he retire now, considering that his two sons are also doing good, he refused to retire.

He says,

“I enjoy my work, I love my work, Its like riding a bicycle, the day I stop pedaling, the cycle will fall off.

I like meeting new people, discussing new Idea’s, which in turn I discuss with others. If I retire, I will not be able to do this, will not be able to discuss new topics, and then people will get bored of me, because I will just keep on sharing my same old past experiences. I like to move on, to new things.”

Amazing thoughts, which have made him very very successful…may he keep on pedaling his cycle….and wish him all the best for his future projects also…

Potty karro Saaf karro….

Come  Mumbai elections and the hopeful candidates who already think that your property is their Jagir start using it more for their election campaigning. Setting up tables near your building gates, putting up hoardings, visiting your premises at odd hours, asking for votes.
Last week was so bugged to see that at least two political parties had used my Housing Society Lift as a Notice Board to stick their campaigning stickers. Infact had even twitted about it.

Jayant R. Gajria @jayantgajria

Dear Political Parties, My building lift is not an Election Notice Board to put up ur candidates stickers. #fail

8 Feb 12

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Today again one more  tweet caught my attention….here a Car Windshield Glass was used to put up a Sticker!!

PoojaS @PoojaSolanki

Vijaya Kanti Dhulla... What gives you the right to paste your face on someone else's car windows? Seeti party #sucks pic.twitter.com/SFzyYxxH

14 Feb 12

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These candidates, they put up stickers, hoardings etc all over and once the Elections are over, for the winner they are replaced with Congratulatory Hoardings and for the Losers, conveniently forgotten.
Why just elections, even otherwise, such political hoardings displaying congratulatory messages during religious festivals are conveniently forgotten and left for the Municipal Corporation of Mumbai to bring them down at the cost of tax payers money.
I have my doubts if these culprits are fined. Its like Potty woh logg karre…Saaf koi aur…aur saaf karne ka paisa bhare koi aur….!!!!

I have tried experimenting with embed tweets in this blog…but did not succeed much..will learn and rectify soon

Interesting Number Plates

How often we find some interesting number plates, no I am not talking of a series of number, but the way the numbers are made to mean something.
Here I will try and put forth the number plates which I have seen either myself or in photos….DO NOT MISS THE LAST ONE ;)
4141 in marathi font to read दादा (brother) in marathi

8055 written in such format that it looks like BOSS
4129 written in marathi font to read दारू (alcohol)

One of my cousins car has 6C in its number and she loving calls it Sexy

 

7171 written in marathi font to read नाना

 

 

5171 written in such a way to read SAI

This one takes the cake B491 !! meant to read Badava!!

 

 

This was provided by a reader in the comment…but the link is not clickable so am adding it to the main post….Thanks Hiren

 

There are many more….but was not able to put up all….maybe next time….or maybe you could add your own :)

Disclaimer : All Images courtesy Google 

Bhaag Bhaag……

Idhar daud hai, udhar daud hai, yeh jina yaro daud hai, koyee aage hai, koyee pichhe hai, bas bhagam bhag hai daud hai

While going to my bank, happened to see school children, women, men just run…run for the bus….running across the road, running on the footpath, lest they miss their bus. I just stepped aside and let them pass. This gave me an opportunity to look around and see that almost everybody is running…either for the bus or to reach his or her destination on time. Even I for one was walking at a brisk pace to reach my bank, though now that I think of it …I really did not need to.

So what is that makes us run…run for standing ahead in the queue, run to catch the bus, run to catch the train, run to reach our goals, whom are we competing with? Certainly not the people who are running ahead, behind or besides us, but we are certainly trying to compete with time. Time…one that waits for no one. And what will we be winning in the end. Nothing…we will just be just losing the time and opportunity to pause and look around us , to absorb the beauty of life around us. We are running in our lives, trying to earn, and in return losing out on quality time to be spent with our family and friends, before we reach a retirement age.

I paused today…I waited there on the side for a few seconds, if not minutes, and saw the hurried looks on each and every passerby…everybody just running at his pace…racing against time…bas bhagam bhag hai daud hai….

"Poor man runs for his daily food,
While a Rich man runs to digest his daily food"

Sell yourself on the Blog…

Not an apt title, but thats the first thing that came to my mind. A friend wanted to know how to be a successful blogger, how to ensure the maximum readership, frankly I have no answer to that, because I myself am not aware of my position as a blogger. I believe in “Dance like no one is seeing you…blog/tweet like no one is reading you”.

But then why the title of the this blog??….If you start any business, you first have to sell your product, and then the product should be good enough to sell itself.

Similarly for your blog you will have to market yourself, and there should be no shame for that. Else how will the readers know that there is a new blogger. And then the future success as a blogger will depend on the quality of the content of the blog.

Nobody can define what content you can adhere to, variety is the spice of life. But nothing wrong in trying. I like reading a lot, blogs are one more source for me to carry out my passion. Every writer has his/her own style of writing, I might or might not like the blog, but then respect the sentiments put by the person in writing his ideas, emotions and putting it up publicly.

Just go and start selling your self to begin……blog your heart out…..

Death and the organized mind

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure – Dumbledore (J K Rowling)

Came to know of two deaths recently, one of a person who had crossed his 70s and one who had just crossed his 40s. My sympathies to the family of the second one because he has two school going kids.

Why no sympathies for the first one?? Because he lived to such a huge age? No….not for that …but because I happened to read his farewell letter to his family. Yes, a very beautiful farewell letter and that too now now but 18 years back.

18 years back, he had organized everything, and was ready for his next great adventure. Though (like he himself wrote in the letter) , not everybody would agree to his way of handling certain things after his death, but was laughing and amazed at such clear thoughts. I am not sure if the letter was written at a time when he might not have been well, but the clarity of thoughts certainly prove otherwise.

Death is inevitable. It can come anytime, anywhere, out of the blue. It is upto us to organize ourselves before our death, so that certain things or people are taken care of. When we have time, when we are clear in mind, organizing at such times will certainly help.

This letter was in no way a Will or distribution of assets….but it was distribution of love and thoughts, and ideologies. My personal interacting with this gentleman has been very minimal, infact might have met him hardly twice or thrice in my life, but my respect for him has certainly grown manifold.