Yeh dooriyan

This song is very close to my heart

Yeh dooriyan
Yeh dooriyan
Yeh dooriyan

In raahon ki dooriyan
Nigahon ki dooriyan
Hum rahon ki dooriyan
Fanah ho sabhi dooriyan

Kyun koi paas hai
Door hai Kyun koi
Jaane Na koi yahan pe

Aa Raha paas ya door mein ja raha
Janu na mein hoon kahan pe

Yeh dooriyan

In raahon ki dooriyan
Nigahon ki dooriyan
Hum rahon ki dooriyan
Fanah ho sabhi dooriyan



Yeh dooriyan
Yeh dooriyan


Kabhi hua yeh bhi
Khali Rahon pe bhi
Tu tha mere saath

Kabhi tujhe milke lauta
mera dil yeh khali khali haath
Yeh bhi hua kabhi
Jaise hua Aabhi
Tujhko sabhi mein paa liya

Tera mujhe kar jaati hai dooriyan
Satati hain dooriyan
Tarsati hain dooriyan
Fanah ho sabhi dooriyan


Kaha bhi na maine
Nahi jeena maine
Tu jo na mila

Tujhe bhule se bhi
Bola na main ye bhi chahun fasla

Bas fasla rahe
Ban ke kasak jo kahen
Ho aur chahat yeh jawan
Teri meri mit jaani hai dooriyan
Begani hai dooriyan

Hat jani hai dooriyan
Fanah ho sabhi dooriyan


Kyun koi paas hai
Door hai Kyun koi
Jaane Na koi yahan pe

Aa Raha paas ya door mein ja raha
Janu na mein hoon kahan pe

Yeh dooriyan

In raahon ki dooriyan
Nigahon ki dooriyan
Hum rahon ki dooriyan
Fanah ho sabhi dooriyan

Yeh dooriyan ||4||

‘love is all around us’….quote of a famous movie says… we always talk about how the world is changing…how people r becoming meaner ..how consumerism is engulfing us…true love doesn’t exist and it is replaced by lust..marriage has lost its sanctity…the x,y,z generations say that its better to be single or at the max go for live-in…no commitments ..no marriage…no responsibilities….so on and so forth…

Wait a minute…. If it is so then why do I see people falling in love…why do I still see lovers doing crazy things for each other… why do I see people travelling half way across the globe to be with their loved ones…why do most people join social networking site in hope to find someone special…. Why do people still love the love ballads … why do we still love to see some romantic movie ….

Behind the façade of cosumerism..meanest..lust….there is still a innocent soul in all of us who needs to be loved n give love in its purest form….

y????

tomorrow is independence day, one of the occassions when u feel patriotic and be proud of being indians instead of feelin the same 365 days.....we hav a great heritage and have history which dates back to thousands of years... we have produced great thinkers, artists, scientists..... we have made ourselves proud globally.... but what irks me is after accomplishing so much y are we still so underconfident.... y do always have to look up to the west for appreciation...y arent we confident to have our own dreams... im not a software proffesional...but as a layman i feel confused that even though we hav some of the brightest engineers ...n satistics show that more than half the engineers in the silicon valley are indians [ we indeed feel proud of it] we still depend on the west for outsourcing work.... [i dont want to hurt the sentiments of all the software proffesionals reading this] ... but i want to ask y cant we hav the balls to come up with something like windows...photoshop.. google here...well the same is the case in every field... i myself belong the animation n visual effects industry.... we are so proud to to win oscars for chronicles of narnia [which was outsourced to rhythm & hues, mumbai] but we havent yet made a proper indian animated movie for our children except a few lousy ones here and there.... the excuse is always that we dont have enough budget.... huh! but there are some despicable popular movie wherein crores were spend on a single song... how many of us celebrate bengali...punjabi or marathi new year wid the same zeal as 31st december..... or jamasthami wid the same enthu as we celebrate christmas....we hardly wish neone.... indian festival for us is just an excuse for buying new clothes....gng to some fancy restaurants or pubs.... how many of us celebrate it wid the true essence of being wid our loved ones ..sharing joy and happiness... y r we so bad at taking risk....y do we go after jobs for only the sake of earning money and not personal satisfaction.... we complain about our jobs everyday yet go bak to it the next day widout trying something that we want....we r too scared to lose the security ...the weekend parties...the trip to the malls.. that we keep doing the same old stuffs like robots.... we complain abt out cities not being clean...how many times have we resisted throwing the chips packet or cigg bud on the road....how many times have we helped someone needy...or how many times have we stood up for the cause...be it some terror attacks or reservation other than join some anti terror or anti reservation group in orkut or facebook..... how many times hav we made the attempt to educate a little boy delivering us chais...... how many times have we made a friend widout thinking which state or religion he belongs too....everyone reading this is above 18 but how many has seen the insides of the polling booth....how many of us fought against some injustice or malpractice.....wen the stalls in malls ask more than mrp for a mineral water bottle we dont even bother....we always blame the govt abt imcompetance but are we good citizens ourselves.....how many of choose a ngo..defence job over plush mba and IT jobs...... i remember wen i was a kid in school we had to wear clothes of different cultures n sing patriotic songs.... now its just another holiday wid an exception of buying a plastic or paper tricolor at the signal..... we dont even make an effort to wake up early n put up a tricolor in each of our houses.... well some these days dont even get a holiday... there r a lot of people who hav dont a lot n still doing .... im not pointing out neone wid watever i hav written.... im also included amongst the lot..... but as i think of our 62nd INDEPENDENCE DAY this thoughts come to my mind....... Happy Independence Day friends! JAI HIND

25 random things

1. I miss shillong everytime i have to travel in crowded buses and trains every hot and sweaty summers.
2. I would love to go backpacking around the world....mostly to obscure places wid strange cultures and traditions..
3. Wen i was little i had this weird idea that world would come to an end if i saw a comet or solar eclipse.
4. I had an imaginary friend wen i was a kid.
5. Im an optimist.
6. My mom means the world to me.
7. Good music, good conversation and good wine is a turn on for me.
8. I dont talk to people i dont like. I can be very rude to them. So that means if im talking to u i like u..
9. I love my book, dvd n cd collection n im very possessive about them. if you borrow them n dont return or damage them u r a dead man.
10. Raindrops on petals, sunshine in winters, the sound of drums during pujas, new clothes on birthdays, smell of cake baking in the oven, calls from friends, an evening wid family, playful dogs licking my face, naughty children makes me happy.
11. I love my life...even though it sucks at times...
12. My dream job would be hosting a travel show on discovery travel and living though wen i was little all i wanted to do was open a stationery store.
13. I have a fetish for pens and gizmos.
14. I hate shopping [ i know im girl but still, my guy wud be happy]..i dont shop unless i have to...i sulk if i have to accompany someone for shopping....dont ask me i might say yes to everything you show me.
15. Im moody....same days i might listen to rock n trance next day i might b listening to some mushy hindi nos...or might watch a martin scorsese oneday next day watch a hindi masala potboiler and laugh my ass off.
16. I love daydreaming...
17. I love photography..
18. I love country...even though its imperfect...feel at home with the chaos though it irritates at times....i love the way we are passionate about our cricket and bollywood....love the excitement around festivals...the food...the huge joint family...breaking into impromtu dance at the slightesh joy...the great indian wedding...the majestic himalayas..the serene arabian sea..the angry bay of bengal...the beautiful taj mahal...the little villages n the fast cities.
19. I want to bungee jumping, paragliding and scuba diving b4 im 30.
20. I only have chocolate icecreams.
21. Im not religious....i dont understand the rituals..and loathe at the idea that we hav to pay for a puja...and the washing away of sins depends on the amount spent ..though i hav faith in god but dont have name for him.
22. My happiest moment was wen my nephew was born...im crazy about him...n wish to be the best aunt.
23. Wen we were kids we had these funny games dark night[not knight, lol] , catching the gate, house house and had weird parties like achar [pickle] party, chips party, tamarind pear and guava party...we also had a club completed by my old dog baduh[wat a name]....inspired by the famous five....ohyeah we did solve mysteries...
24. I like partying and sometimes i do useless things like this .. n enjoy
25. I love being me..............

Cheers!!

You are in ur mid 20s ,more or less you have reached somewhere in your life...You have the money to buy branded stuffs, eat more often at ur favourite restaurants and afford a decent holiday to places you always wanted to go. You are happy.After a year or two of this bliss you reach a point where your life is reduced to sedentary drudgery of staring at the same old screens, a movie or two on the weekends followed by beer sessions with friends. Getting drunk whining over your ex love or the love you could have had or complaints about your present love n work. Everything seems stagnant not move newhere.And to add to your woes one fine day you realise your favourite old pair of jeans doesnt fit you nemore and you have started getting tired after climbing two floors to your apartment. You decide no more takeaway parcels, less beer and jogging in the morning. Well the next weekend comes and you procastinate. You keep procastinating until your favourite stores sizes S and M doesnt fit you nemore. Then without wasting time you join the interesting place called GYM. This is an interesting place. They charge u a bomb for hardwork and promise you ll get a model like figure/physique. You get tempted and start daydreaming about all the hot hunks/babes you can date. Feeling happy you dont mind burning a whole in your pocket even the extra charges for locker, steam, massage ,etc. A stern looking instructor [ could have easily been a nazi ss guard] takes your weight and you feel so quilty standing on that weighing machine. Next you are handed a chart of all the exercises you hav to do and what you shudnt eat.Now u enter the shrine. You see people of all sizes and shapes working their asses off. There are different categories. The hunks/babes,they are, really serious about their workouts,are drop dead gorgeous and have an attitude to go with that.They are self obssessed , dont usually interact with others and mingle around their own species.Then you find the wannabes. This is an interesting species. They look good but somehow dont have the attitude to match.They want to get into the hunk/babes species but cant. You dont see them working out much. They either keep checking their body on the numerous mirrors or try to impress the opposite sex. Then you find the huge aunties. They can barely manage to walk on the treadmill and discuss the latest saas-bahu saga. The gym is a place for mini kitty party. Then there are the super thin people trying to gain weight, super fat ones. What an amalgam. The first few days are really painful. All those situps,bench presses and cardios. You curse your instructor with every set. After few weeks you actually feel good and confident. But the weekends come you hav your bowl of deep fried KFC wash it down with a pint. Get drunk and say 'screw you gym and u @#^$@$$ instructor I love my life the way it is.....cheers!!

...I had been lazy for a long time...its not that i had been busy but then i had been sheer lazy....lots of thoughts have been going on my mind lately.But then to put it down was not something i wanted to do.Anyway , 2009 has began and it was fairly good till now.Dont hav much complains as in for now.Lets see what happens.Well i think im going to blog this year. 

few days back i saw this movie TZP.... it reminded me of a heart...all the hidden fears n feelings that it had but never told neone......n only kept to itself...... wen it confided in its best friend it was suprised to find out that it was not the only one but there r millions others who share the same feelings but never share......as a child all it wanted was a sweet family...a perfect family...a bit of pamperin....lovely weekends wid my mom..dad..n sis..but its hard to get wat u want....dad under job pressure...mom under job n house pressure...sis busy wid school work....amist them was a heart which craved for attention n love....but as the cravin was not fulfilled .... it disappeared into world of dreams...perfect dreams...the heart also craved for some appreciation ...even it was some minor achievements....but mostly wat we crave for is never gets fulfilled....birthdays came n went....wid proper parties..n gifts...new dresses...comics...dolls.....but the heart craved for a companion to play wid the dolls..the heart craved for a person to read it the comics at bedtime...the heart craved for someone to share my new crushes...the secret talks.......well this time too the craving was replaced by an imaginary world......wen the heart was in hostel it craved for a ear to listen to all my dilemmas....wen it didnt like nethin in college n every thing seems to be going wrong it craved for someone to patiently listen to all its woes.....it craved for an advice wen it was in confusion about the facts of life....it wanted a consollin hand wen it went through its first heartbreak.....it craved for a proud look wen a nice paintin was done....it was concerned wen the family had problems but never showed it....now it has grown.but still craves for the attention,appreciation.but some how got used to everything.but after seein this movie all the feelings seems to come back.the cravings will never die...it hopes someday.......................................................................

I LOVE THE LYRICS OF THE SONG.....

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my
own Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain


Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

The world scares u ..the worl makes u feel lonely...behave like the rest is what the world makes u do...but my heart likes to do the untrodden n the untread...im i wrong or should i follow the rest...the question arises ....wat is right n wat is wrong is the question to be asked...but can any mortal answer that...y should i listen...y not do wat i feel...ITS MY LIFE..... why should i be countable to others for my actions...WHY? WHY?? do wat i feel is wat i want to do...STOP and let me be ME....i dont want to be lost amongst the millions...thats not wat i want... i want to be MYSELF.. thats all i want.....

do i tell others wat to do...NO....then y shud they...hey ppl stop preaching stop judging....STOP coz i might not take it...
give me space...give me the time....
give me the world of my own.....
THATS ALL I WANT.....................
THATS ALL I PRAY FOR...............

there is a world inside me ...i want to explore it ......i want to do it alone ...give me the chance to explore it...give me the chance to see it.......
give me the chance to feel it.....

i dont want a thing from u.............

i dont want a saying from u.......

but give me the space

MY SPACE....

thats wat i crave for ....thats wat i want....
me and the space .....dont disturb and be disturbed by me......but is it really possible to have this in this world...or is it practical thats the answer im looking for....the answer i want.....
having ur own thought and to implement them....its needs courage to face the world..... to leave urthought...isnt it a compromise.... sorry i cant ..... think watever.....or call it impractical i cant part with my thoughts..... an individual thought..... A PURE AND ORIGINAL THOUGHT.......NOT INFLUENCED BY ANY MORTAL.............................................

the day was out and night drew in...
the petty feeling was over...i knew i could held
but letting go was wat i felt
hold it tight...and it will flow....
open the fist and it will glow
come back was the rare call
but wanted not to fall....

happy was not wat i felt
but grief was not the feeling that crept...
strange r the ways,which strangely pays

you were the one the heart had said
but not for me meant...............

....thoughts

(sitting in this beach alone this is wat was gng in my mind)

me n the nature...

or me and GOD

this GOD wat im seeing.... ??

or is it HEAVEN wat im seeing.... ??

this is where im at peace...

if this is not heaven...

then no place is....

nature is GOD.....

or GOD made this......

but only the ALMIGHTY S hands can be so perfect ..


im in peace after years........

no luxuries can make the feelings so rite.....

priceless....!!! oh priceless!!! that s wat i feel....


beside me is a solitary kingfisher...waitin for its prey....


or not alone.......

with water wetting my feet....

the golden sand around....

the roots of rhizophores spouting out....

the sky thats blue... of the perfect colour.......

the sun shining to its might..

the perfect rhythm of the waves...

few boats but without their sailors....

the tunder that i hear......

the row of trees around...

well am i really SOLITARY..... ??

I ALWAYS CRAVED FOR PEOPLE BUT NOW I WANT TO BE ALONE

ALONE WITH MY COMPANIONS....

yes i crave to be lonely now.......

far away from the maddenin crowd....

the mind is finally at peace............

but adieu now dear friends....ADIEU

till the nxt time i visit u again.............

but will u remember me....

will u remember the footprints that i left on

the wet sand......

which will be washed away soon by the waves.....

dont wash away the memories of this lone traveller.....

coz u ll be always there in hers...........

....... after months of surviving i wanted to take a break ... gng to blore was an impromtu decision... had a friend in IIM K who invited...n without thinking i made the decision to go to bangalore n then to cochin/kozhikode.... i think sometimes the best decision comes wen u dnt think too much....
i just went out n got the tickets for blore done...luckily i got the tickets for the nxt day... came bak home at around 1.30 am.... n dumped some clothes n provisions on my bag n there i was ready for the tour... some times u r just 2 lucky.... i think luck was in my side this time... i had ticket for sleeper but then i was given berth in a/c..... rest i dont remember but bcoz i slept all the way...
nxt day mornin i reached bangalore...i had been to bangalore b4 so i wasnt all that excited.... but was feeling good as the weather was ..infact all kind of weather is good after mumbai heat n sweat....heheheh!!! but really bangalore has a real kool weather.... aft freshin up took a rick to MGroad.... the most happenin place in blore well its just another place with a lots of branded shops...cafes...pubs.... n all the places for the urban youth which u find in ne other city..... well but looking at the crowd n the places u ll at once knw y it is called the software city... no pun intended..... sorry if i hurted the sentiments of ne blore softi.....
met my friends went to cafes...pubs...malls....just like ne other youth...but it was ok coz im so used to these places that i dont realise that its another city... i mean u to a mall in ne city u ll find a ccd or barista...macd n pizzahut... a westside or lifestyle...a crossword or landmark..... n last but not the least pvr or fame..... oh !!! this had an exclusive jockey store...i difference...not that bad....
nxt day i made the rounds of malls n pubs....hey n a cafe tooo....
day aft i wanted to do something different.....wat wat wat.... ok i took my backpack n camera .... n started clicking all the way to MG road.... got down at the junction of brigade n mg road...got stares as if im a foreign tourists.... coz they r the only ones expected to do this.... well i felt good getting the stares n all that...come on im a human too.... do did a lot of clickin business... but my battery went off so had to shut the shutters.... aft this experience got a bit adventures n got a ticket for cochin done...
the bus was from a place called kalasipalayam(hope the spelling is correct)...... it was a sidey place but still wanted to try out everything... had some dosa n coffee in an even more sidey place....heheh!!! ok at last i got into the bus...... well seeing a lonely girl my co passenger were trying to "be friendly" in there words.... i tried to avoid...but a mid aged man with moustache....i loath them as it is came and sat nxt to me.... gave a slimy n said just friendly... i was uncomfortable but then still said yes... aft some time his hands were on my side of the seat... to which he again gave a slimy smile n said..."just friendly" ....this was heights of friendship n i said "no friendly" he frowned n went n sat in his place.... the rest of the journey was uneventful...except they had to change the tyre in some place....n they stopped the bus in the middle of nowhere... i wondered y ... soon i saw aherd of elephants crossing the road.... me being from a place called MUMBAI not used to this got excited but other s had bored kind of expression in their faces..... seeing my excitement an elderly lady said that it was a common thing n that they delayed their journey.... man!!!! i sat on my seat n went off to sleep again..... the nxt thing i knw is the conductor waking me up n sayinfg something in mallu.... i didnt understand wat he was saying n got irritated as he disturbed me from my wonderful dream.... oh!! i realisd that i reached the IIM K gate.....
as i got out of the bus i realised that it had been rainin....which is again a very common thing in the whole of Kerela....there i saw my friend waitin for me at the gate with his umbrella.....so started my KERELA TOUR.........................(to be contd)

........dream i was into

hi it been quite some time since i wrote..... well u can say that i was preoccuppied...... not with work ... with friends.... well with a dream........ that was helped to dream .... a perfect dream a perfect world......... me n him....no one else nothing else..... just dreams ...just fantasies.... just love ............... transported to a world of heaven..... which i have never dreamt...... i s there one?? i always questioned..... naah!!! i never thought ...coz i was so busy with myself.... my happiness .... never wanted neone to penetrate deep with that me.....not my friends...not my parents....... but now i had lead the door open..... open to someone whom i hardly knew...dont know y i did but yes i did it...n i never realisd it....wen the door opened wen he came in...... yes it was opened..... n once it was opened there was no looking bak..... the dreams were shown n i followed without hesitation..... to the world were everything was perfect ...where i was the princess.... where everything was bright n happy... was it heaven.... yes i thought heaven must be this ......dont knw practically whether there is one but then i was experiencing one in this life it self........ loved every moment ....the human inside me craved for more n more ...n i got more n more.... humans r greedy by nature specially wen it comes to love n happiness n i was no exception...... i was greedy .....yeah i was......... but who isnt..... i left everything behind in tried to reach the stars thats wen my dream broke....... thud!!!!! i fell to reality again.......to realise that i was chasing a dream ...a fantasy.... which is not possible to get in reality..... or might if im lucky or with GODS grace..... well that im not sure.... now that im bak to reality ...... im bak with responsibility of my self...my friends... my family....my love....... work for the happiness.... work for the love...... harsh reality but cant help ..can i........ but the dream was good.... i thank atleast i saw the dream... atleast i was perfectly happy for sometime in this imperfect world..... n i ll cherish it for the rest of my lifetime..... hope i get that again but not as a dream but as a reality..... im ready to work for it.......thank u for the dream...... hope it forever.... but i want to say that fantasies n dreams do happen in life if u work for it..... let s c.... i have trust in my GOD.........n i have trust in myself n u..... dreams is over n reality started..... huh!!! so much for a dream.........

hellooo

.............hello to me....yeah to me...writing this to myself...for my space...

just sitting and just typing away few words if that means nething. well this is titled helllo coz this blog contains my childhood days . when i said hello to the world. when i was born i dont remember that but than my earliest memories of myself is lying on the bed and staring out of the window ...trying to discover the world..i remember looking at the pine tree in our compound...well that time it seemed gigantic to me..well thats my earliest memory ....i dont remember how old i was but then i was really really small.....i dont remember wat i was thinkin or was i thinkin at all...dont remember nething..just that i was lying n lookin at the tree....well i really am amazed at times how our mind works....or how just some incidents remains in our mind like photographs...
the other memories of mine our when i was a little older...i was at my grandmas house in cal...i was with my cousins who had come down from canada n they were trying to converse with me..but i hadnt started my schooling so i didnt know english..n forget understanding the heavily accented ones..i was trying to figure out wat they were saying....but somehow they in their accented english n me in my bengali foundout a unique way of conversation...they wanted to act out a fairytale for our parents but i didnt have a clue wat the story i s abt n wat im supposed to say ....neway i was made the tree ..i was just supposed to say "shake my apples..shake my apples" at the rite cue..well that was my first taste with acting...a role of a tree...later on wen i started going to school n reading fairytales..i understood the story ..n my part....
i must have been 3-4 yrs...we used to stay in a joined family..my grandpa was around 88 yrs then..he was still agile and had a sharp memory ....he used to keep this hajmola bottle in a cupboard which was almost equal to his age next to h is bed....we all cousins were always tempted to steal it...while my cousins n sister stole hajmolas from the cupboard ..i used to go with an innocent face to my grandpa n ask him to give me one...he used to feel happy that i was atleast decent enuf to ask..so happy he used to tell me take one..but little did my granpa knw that instead of one i used to take 5-6...while my cousins used to steal just one.....c i was improving on my acting...which got better with time......

amchi mumbai

MUMBAI----- the lands of the glitz , the glamour......the land of dreams...wat sets this place apart from the other metros is the energy...day n night ...24*7 this city generates energy... the ppl out here never seem to tire.....its crowded still u can be lonely....the big cars...the latest discs...as well as the overcrowded chawl everything seem to co-exist without disturbing each other...............

the land of dreams...every small townie come here with dreams in their eyes to make it big......and soon gets pulled into the magnetic force of the mumbai culture....soon u start spking in its tapori language n enjoying the batata vadas n pav bhajis...its a city of magic.....in a night club somebody spends around 50000 bucks a nite on drinks for somebody its entire lifes earning........being from a small n quite place everything in mumbai amazed me......from the simple bargaining in fashion street to designer jj valayas boutique.....i really like to be a silent spectator in this land of dreams n enjoy the everyday drama of this forbidden land called amchi mumbai

i .me myself

........I sanjukta......sanju so lovingly called......my wishes ..my dreams ...my SELF.........my dream is 2 b a designer ...an eutrepreuer........my interests...im interested in everything liffe has to offer...i never got bored ...how can i there r so much to do ...so many experiences....so many ups...so many downs...so how can i ever get bored ....im just in love with life...i love living it inspite of the ups n downs it has to offer...it would have been so blank without the downs.....how would we experience the highs if we didnt know the lows....i mean if there r 2 canvas one white empty n the other one with black strokes which would have caught our attention....the 2nd...y coz thats different thats more interesting than the blank one......i want to enjoy everything..i want to go thru every experience....y not ..i dont know whether i ll be living another life or not........i love my freedom....i love being a loner.....how can u enjoy the finer things in life if u dont observe the minute details....n how can u do that if u r talking 2 someone or thinking abt someone...i love the different shades lfe has to offer...im in love with the colours....im in love with nature which GOD had so beautifully created....imgine the details.....im a dreamer but tell me who is not....who doesnt dream....for a better future...a job.....a better world.....everybody has there own dreams.....no dreams ...no life.........how can a person life without a dream....i dream of a place...i dream of a person......i dream of a love....i dream of a work...........im an idealist but tell me who is not......im a patriot........im in love with my country.....im in love with its imperfection....i love it mountains,its river, its seas, its desert,its vastness,its diversity n its rich history.......thats me sanjukta .........its a name for u ..........but for me its a compilation of all i aspire,dream and love

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......................