Am I scared??? hell, I am..

What scares me?? Answer will take numerous posts but I ll stick to one because I don't want to depress myself.
The voilence around us, the scarcity and depletion of natural resources, the growing diseases, pollution, etc etc...what scares me most is the thought process of us which nowadays is impulsive,impatient and always urging us to prove something. I see a 3 year old kid playing with high-tech gadgets; unaware of the harmful rays and diseases which comes with gadgets uninvited. It isn't the kid's fault, it's of his parents which are either buy in some critically important work or are trying to prove their capability to buy such expensive gadgets-turned-toys. Here comes the desperate need of proving.
Now I see a young boy of merely 10 years of age, asking his dad about cigarettes and alcohol and his dad slaps him hard. Kids are bound to ask questions but we nowadays are so impatient that without giving a thought about reason of kid's question we jumped onto the fact that he is under bad influence. Maybe the reason is the work pressure or inflation or politics whatsoever but is it worth of blaming your kid..
Then I see an old couple waiting years for meeting their grandchildren. What a depressing it must be to wait to meet a child whom they have raised and then wait to meet his children. .Is it not a right if them, which is not jotted down in constitution but morally?????
Some of these questions will always be unanswered but I don't care. I have written these down to remind myself to dodge these problems in any possible way.

In a problematic world,
Mrunal

What makes me cry. .

Hey..
If I want to judge a person or make an opinion about a person, I look for their behavior in vulnerable state. And according to me, a  person is vulnerable when he is hurt or sad and close to tears. I personally hate to cry just because I don't want to portray myself as vulnerable creature.
But I am a girl, nobody can snatch away my universally accepted right of crying. The feeling of being hurt does not make me cry, it's the apology of the person after hurting me that makes me cry. It's not the bad day at office that makes me cry, but concern of my colleague about me does. It's not the headache caused by shrill noise of traffic makes me cry, but smile of small baby in that traffic does. I guess the way my mind works is weird.  Maybe I am so acquainted with the wrong and sad things in this world that a small deed of goodness melts my heart  and makes me cry. So the people whom I ve blamed for making me cry, are actually the best people in my life..

Feeling blessed,
Mrunal

Not my thing...

There are many examples where I find myself unsuitable for this generation. I hate speed, I love writing letters,  I prefer punctuality,  I rarely let my anger go out of control and I hate loud celebrations. May be many of you will nod in agreement but sometimes I go on blabbering about my ideals  in such brazen way, it's scary. I was told yesterday that I have very strong opinions n I stick to them, my elder brother went into shock mode hearing this..I rarely get vocal about my opinions when the other side consists of my elders; whereas my discussions gets very lively with the same age people. Right from childhood,  I was asked to be friends with the people with high intellect but I was never specifically told to be friends with good people. Maybe my folks knew that I ll find good people. This thing always confuses me when ther comes a fork for choosing path to intelligent person n good person. Combination of both in one in quite rare. And I try to be one of those rare minds, even though I know that I am not intelligent but I can be good..:-)
Tell me what you try to be..

Will be back again soon.
Mrunal

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