i was abt to write yet another blog... wen i heard few fire engines rush by... i didnt bother... my indian mentality doesnt let me bother with all this petty things... there must be a fire somewhere my instincts told me... my fingers kept typing... anotherengine passed by.... big fire...my fingers kept typing.... another along with a ambulance this time... big fire...my fingers kept typing...i heard someone saying there is a blast at borivli station which is three mins away from where i was typing..... again my indian mind told me... rumour, this people dont have better things to do.....again my fingers kept typing....somewhere i heard the news channels being turned on ...this time my fingers stopped typing.... i strained my ears tohear wat they had to say.. well a bomb blast had really occured n not 1 but 7.....my fingers stopped typing... i kept hearing..one at borivli station... one at santacruz station... man!!! had i not bunked today i could have been at both these places...my fingers stopped typing....i got up n started watching the news... there was blood ,disfigured bodies laying everywhere...i couldnt think nething....my mind went blank... my hands were shivering... i got out on the street.... it was more crowded than usual... most of them had worried look on their face...." mein malad se chalke aa raha hoon" a middle aged man said to the other".... im i dreaming or this is reality... i couldnt think nething.... took my cell n dialled my home...mom picked up.. i said mom there has been a blast near myhouse...mom said ok n did u attend ur class... i said to her mom there have been a blast , people have died...well this time she took it seriously n didnt not see it as an excuse for bunking college that day... i went to the atm n got some money...n bought some food...survival...thats the top priority in everyone s mind at all times...wat if the shops r closed... got a call from my aunt,my friends,everybody....
till date ihad seen such situation in movies or in news, but forthe first time experienced it...................................

mind says it all

".......as i look thru the window i see the rains descending from the sky like big tear drops"

i love looking out from the window when its rainin....its rainin today n im looking out of the window....but its not the same....here in mumbai rains bring chaos not fun n coziness.....i see people running for covers ..the cabs splashing puddles on everybody....the sky looks angry....the bldgs looks dirtier.........
but when i used to look out of the window of my room in shillong i saw the rose plant all wet..with new leaves..looking greener....the new bud coming out...the fragile little thing shaking with fear as the tiny drops fall on it.....further away in the garden the lawn looked greener ....every blade of grass looked fresh as if just washed.....in a distance there was the pine tree.....there in the distance i could see the wet mountain....wearing a cover of green ferns.....the grasshopper hopping with joy...joined by the happy butterfly.....i saw colorful little umbrellas carried by the little children returning from school who were happy that school is over.....youths carring pakoras n momos in their hand to have a cozy evening with their coffee mugs or whiskey glass......
is it really different i dont knw....maybe its just a psycological thing that makes me think that everything in shillong is beautiful n here its not ..... well but then u always need a beautiful mind to see beautiful things....n beautiful mind is developed in a beautiful surrounding n beautiful people with beautiful heard.....which u get only in places like shillong...here at all times there is so much ugliness.....that even beautiful things like the rain becomes ugly n chaotic....................
just develope a beautiful mind to appreciate the beauty in the world n make every thing beautiful with ur touch or just ur smile......................