Do you know yourself???I do..

Hi Again..

So, answer my question..do you know yourself or it is your mere imagination or assumption that you are your best friend. I know myself and I am pretty clear what I can do and what I cannot. I have met quite a few people who are unaware of lots of things that can be easily achievable for them.

I have seen people who can be such good orator or writer but they really think themselves as a shy person. What I motivate people to do is to write. Writing is the art which communicates as well as keep the track of it. Sometimes, when I talk to people, their thought process impress me and I really feel that something or somebody or some gadget(??) ought to keep track of this conversation. But all goes in vain..

Some people impress me with their sense of humor and nowadays good sense of humor is one of the extinct species. The adult jokes or the cheap dialogs have replaced the sense of humor. When I meet a person with good sense of humor, I duly note the absence of video camera in my mind(and that sucks) ..I like to compliment when they truly deserve it. Most of the times, we neglect the hardwork in the case of failure. 

One colleague of mine has unending patience. We (read as naughty people) ask him every possible thing about our work just to confirm if we are doing our work in right way. And believe me, he answer us alleven if he has answered the same question a couple of minute ago. His patience is something he doesnt know about. And I dnt think I mentioned it either ever..oops..I will do it right away. 

One friend of mine has this ever-smiling face. His team is known by him and his smile. But he is unaware of this fact. Like wise, one friend of mine is at same time a resposible, polite, loyal and a person with full of life. But he has to know this. And, I will let him know right away..

Sometimes while writing blog , I get the realization of doing some things. How come???No idea..

 

Confused,

Mrunal

Childhood memories!!!relived..

There was a man in our neighborhood, or I dont know where he lived. On every Sunday, he used to come in our colony and sit in the outer porch. He had a musical instrument called EKTARA in his hand. He used to recite old Bhajans sitting there. That voice still rings very clearly in my ears. That rustic still melodious voice of his was a source of excitement for me and my sister. We used to just stare him, as we were unknown to the Bhajans that he used to sing. When we constructed new house at the same place with no porch at all :( , he just disappeared. We never saw him again. But the dedication and sincerity in his voice still inspires me. He was not a beggar, neither he was a person who would go to the streets just for singing. I am still confused what his actual job was!!

When there was any thing which could not just thrown away or some things which were too bulky to be thrown away in normal garbage, we kids were more than happy on that day. Reason is these were things which were sold to 'Ataale wala' and amount was distributed amongst kids. That small amount was so precious in those days, even though we had no needs to buy. But the feeling of having some saved money used to give a sense of pride. All the old newspapers, old notebooks were saved for the 'Ataalewala'. We were so careful in keeping the newspapers in good shape just to keep ataalewala happy. That small thing made us to value each thing and each penny which comes our way

Like 'Ataalewala' there was also a 'Jildwala' or 'Binding wala'. The unfilled pages of the notebooks were torm from the note book, piled up and were givrn to 'Jildwala' who used to bind them all. A new notebook for use in the next session was ready using the pages from the old copies.

Our milkman used to shout for us when he used to come to deliver the milk. Then we used to run downstairs and get the milk from him. He was an old person but still used to ride bicycle carrying the heavy milk cans with him. Even in the winters, he never used to wear sweater. His daily clothing were white kurti and dhoti. When we constructed new house, he stopped shouting for the milk and started climbing stairs to deliver the milk at our door step. I never noticed this change until now when i am writing this. Elders asked us to learn his discipline and honesty.

 So many things changes as time continues its marathon. But the memories itched in the back of the mind never get erased. I can clearly picture these people and I will continue cherishing these memories as long as I live. 

Feeling lost in old days(and loving it),

Mrunal

 

 

 

 

And you should know this..!!!

Hi,

When you start following some body, you actually feel inspired by that person or you care so much for that person that following him/her becomes like a necessity.  The end result takes you either to the path which leads to something good or you end up being fool for blind follow up.Call this my ego or weirdness but I followed nobody, just learnt from many. One person followed me, don't know why. There is nothing much inspiring in me so the next option is that he cared for me that much. If I asked him to study, he did that.  If I asked him to sleep, he did that. I told him, i dnt like cursing anyone or making adult jokes in a group, he stopped that. He was so into this following stuff that some good things became his habits. The end result is he achieved what he dreamt of and made his family proud. The proud family gived him the credit of this achievement and he foolishly gives me the credit which I do not deserve. The thing is even if you are following something, your own attitude matters. You ought to give yourself the motivation to follow the right,no matter how much you need to change the original you in the process. If you are following something religiously, there is no barrier to achieve something good out of that. I cannot follow something in this way, I dont have that guts to blindly trust anyone(Read ANYONE, really, not even my parents). But he did that and he conquered the world. And I am so proud of him..

Sky is the limit for you now..Go and increase your limit Bro.

Love,

Mrunal

 

Feeling so grateful that cannot express!!

Hi,

Please avoid reading this, it's kinda very boring but since these are thoughts of my mind, so penning those down.

Thanks to the people who are always backing us up; no matter what happens. Some of them are not even aware that people are able to communicate thorugh a thging called Internet. So, first I express my gratitude to the people who are guarding our borders at each moment. Even if we are not facing any war-like situations but they are there in hard conditions, far away from their families and risking their lives for us. We cannot even imagine what we will have to offer them to repay their sacrifices. If thoughts can travel without the boundation of internet facility, those people can probably hear how we pray for them and respect them.

Next I wanna thank the farmers of our country. They work very hard in rains and summers to provide us food without any fail. We call them illiterate workers who are not aware of the current situations but they go on sowing seeds, watering them and harvesting them so that we can get food. Whereas we believe that money is edible(Don't make faces, we behave like this), they believe that farming is the only thing they know well and they should continue that. Their work is uncomparable. Imagine what would happen when all farmers decide to come to the cities and ask for jobs. I shudder even at the thought of it.

Now comes the people who are continuously working behing the screens to help our work goes smooth. I am referring to the people who manages our banking transactions, all the internet secured transfers. And this is for both private and government banks because even if higher people at government do nothing, these people work round the clock to protect our transactions from hackers.  Also the people who manages our electricity, water and fuel supply. We are so used to getting these amenities on our duty that we often neglect the importance.

I am grateful to all the people who are doing great things behind our back and keeping us in such a comfort zone that we often go in I-am-the

-creator-of-my-world mode. But Good morning people, come back to reality..If you can and most importantly, if you want..

 

Feeling humble,

Mrunal

 

 

"Need of good people"

This is written strictly for those who still consider themselves to be in queue to achieve perfection. For those who are already either perfect or consider themselves to be the precious creation of God,this isnt for you and I am too negligeable in front of you to be writing this,kindly ignore..
So,now and then, I refuse to say anything nice just because of anger,jealousy or pride. And I feel very satisfied after doing that but then some good warm eyes(according to my theory,those belong to good people) bore into mine and ask questions. That's where I need some good people around. Even if I refuse to be entirely wholly good at heart because this world denies that kind of existence,I surely search for these kinda people..For what?? To keep me grounded,to find n drill down some hidden good things in myself. Even if I cannot find a person who is nice in every aspect, I try to find the nicest things in him/her.
What more to add is sometimes the person really is unaware of all his qualities. And a little awakening call for those people proves healthy,believe me..Try appreiciating your loved ones,it will work like magic. Even if they dnt show it,they will definitely smile over that.
And smile,my friends, is one the best thing you can gift anyone.
Go ahead and appreciate this blog if u liked it and gift me a smile..

Smiling,
Mrunal

"You are annoyingly Honest"

My blog "Annoyingly Happy" seems to hit many people and in reply of what I wrote, I got the comment quoting "why dont you write on title Annoyingly Honest because that's what you are." Then I introspected and found out that I am really freakingly Annoyingly honest..
I go crazy with even a thought of breaking a simple rule, be it a traffic rule or returning a single penny of change to shopkeeper. It took ages for my friends for convincing me to bunk a lecture in college. In any exam, I stop writing after stipulated time even if the invigilator do not collect my paper. Now when I m writing this, even I am finding myself a little annoying. Sometimes, I get the comment that you are born in wrong century. Now that's little out of line comment because I can quote numerous examples from all centuries where people were doing dishonesty..mmm..Now that concludes that I don't belong anywhere,huh?? Shit,really??
So,what to do, its who I am. I wont call myself weird yet again. Been there,done that.
May be I am not from this world!
Anyways, I declare myself freakingly annoyingly Honest.

From another world,
Mrunal

"Happiness around me"

Honestly saying, I dont see myself laughing a lot but i definitely see myself smiling a lot..Whether it's because of good weather,good people,just a pretty flower or a smiling kid. Often I dont realize that I am smiling unless somebody point out. Earlier in this month I was asked by my friend why I am smiling when I was looking at a small girls fighting over which game to play. And then finally they concluded that they should not fight,instead tell each other their favourite colors. So the discussion went in different direction all together. This was so innocent act.

Some time I smile at some things thinking that this is a part of a bigger plan..Sounds like a detective..Can't help,though..Part of my weirdness. Like if I find a thing at not its usual place, I keep on thinking why its like this and then I conclude that this is a part of a bigger plan.. See how I resolve things. I am proud of some things which I own like Resolving things in this way is my favourite..

Tell me yours!!!

Be back soon,
Mrunal

You have any problem with my name??

Hi..
You must be wondering why my blog is called as MrunalRashinkarAndWRIRINGS..and you may have concluded that it is a typo but let me tell u that you are wrong..What happens is when I think of something or create a theory for myself, I feel an urge to document it..and that thought rings my mind at each moment until I write it down..Ya,that's weird,so what??huh??..Some people have weird things..The point is I combined two words-writing and ring and originated the word-WRIRINGS..
Thank for the applaud,I ve given this world a new word!!!That feels good,no that feels great..

Will be back with a new discovery..

Love,
Mrunal

Eyes speak Louder!!!way Louder!!

Hello..
As the title say,its quite obvious that recently I.found out a great tool(which was there in market from millennia) to identify the things which are not disclosed by speech and i.e. EYES Thank you,applaude appreciated..:-)
So,be it the raw dark eyes or warm chocolate colored eyes,they speak a lot especially when the person is bursting to say somethink but can't. Also, I created a theory that the way of seeing something or the drop/fall of eyelids say a lot. If someone's eyes bore into you while talking, expect a quick analysis report. Also, the wide opened eyes are of naughty and cunning person. I can now find the person's core nature from the eyes. The warm eyes are those which has a soft liquid surface. And warm eyes possessing people are generally good at heart. Of course,these are my theories. Those who know me can tell what my eyes convey.
You are welcome to reply ..

Will be back with a new tool..(hopefully which is still undiscovered)

Love,
Mrunal

"Annoyingly Happy"

Hey.. Hi..
So today I came across one term 'Somebody is annoyingly happy'..So listening to that, i was like Oh what the heck..A person is happy and it is annoying for some person, that's too bad..Nothing can be too valuable than making your self happy but it's too precious when some person is atleast trying to making you happy . This is rare these days .. SO next time , you feel like crying but some other person is trying to get you back ur smile, be courteous and smile back even when u feel like screaming and yelling from inside...Dont ruin the feeling and charm of that person because next time if he/she tries to console or make somebody else laugh, he/she would remember ur face and think 'Didnt I make her/him more miserable with my stupid jokes..I need to  stop this."..

Now I can think of like 500 incidents when my friends or sister were trying to make me smile and I slammed them.. Also, I can count like 5 incidents when I tried to make somebody smile..Oh Shit, that's making me feel guilty..I should start a serach of unhappy people and try my super happy ' sorry Annoyingly Happy' charm on them.:)

Will be back soon with a good count..

Mrunal