Natrani

It was for the first time that I was visiting Natrani, Darpana Academy of Performing Arts. Was visiting the place to see the photo exhibition "PEACE" held by Nazariya. It was a good experience being there, seeing the exhibition and feeling the place located on the banks of Sabarmati. The calmness and the cold breeze of the winters made it more perfect. As PEACE was the theme, a group of students from Australia were performing a mime on Garba dance which is seen during the festival of Navratri in Gujarat. It was good to see the Australians performing here in India and the best part was the audience applauding them through out their performance by clapping and hooting and whistling. It was a good initiative to bridge the gap in this cross culture tradition.I wish the same, Indian students get to feel in Australia. Below is the small video of the performance:

A documentary movie "SHED NO MORE BLOOD" was followed by the mime act, which is based on the various uncertainty that the people of Nagaland have seen. After watching the movie one would certainly feel how safe and sound we're in Gujarat, whereas our brothers in the North-East are the victims of some factional groups. The case does not rest only with the Naga tribes, the same goes with the people of Jammu & Kashmir, Bihar, Orissa and other states were Naxalism is helping to disrupt the communal harmony and the LTTE in the South. Are we becoming the victims of being the biggest democracy in the world?

The next performance was again a mime performed by a group of students from St. Xaviers college and was directed by Gaurang Raval. The act was beautifully presented on the current scenario of the traffic hindrances, cell phone obsession while riding/driving and other typical things that you get to witness while you hit the road. It was quite a good example depicted in the form of "અધીર અમદાવાદી" (Impatient Amdavadi)

P.S. Video's have been converted from HD to low-res.

Visit to Champaner - A World Heritage Site

Children's Day could not have been better than spending a quality time with couple of friends away from the city at Champaner, a World Heritage Site located some 50kms away from Baroda. All of us were happy and to have spent a sumptuous Sunday, roaming around like a child from one place to another completely carefree.
The journey to Champaner began from Baroda on Sunday morning at 6 a.m. Me and Aekam on Yamaha Fazer and Ninad and Ronak on Bajaj Pulsar.
We were wandering to catch the early morning sunrise on Baroda-Halol highway and hit the road for about 20-25 kms to have a picturesque landscape and ended up our bikes in a village called Kotambi on the Baroda-Halol highway. I was bit disappointed as the sun had already started to rise and we're still searching a picture perfect place. From the information given by the local guy we ended up our biking adventure to the so called river of the village, which was actually a water stream. But that was satisfactory as we managed to get some good shots of the morning mist and the sunrise along with the villagers doing their house hold chores by the water stream.

Sun Rise @ Kotambi Village

Women performing household chore @ Kotambi Village

After a bit of satisfaction we started moving towards Champaner and saw some beautiful places on the way and capturing few of 'em. We reached Champaner and visited few World Heritage Sites which includes, Shaher ni Masjid, Jama Masjid, Kamani Masjid and Saat Kaman (7 Bows.)
Shaher ni Masjid is a beautiful location in the heart of the village with some nicely carved stones. So is Jama Masjid, but a bigger place in area having different entries to the place, an octagonal tank for the abulations, and beautifully hand carved stones and pillars with a Picturesque Pavagarh landscape in it's backdrop.
Out of all these the best place to be was at Saat Kaman which is located near Manchi in the ghats of Pavagarh while en-route. We went there after having our lunch at Hansraj Hotel near to the ST Bus Depot. You just don't feel getting back from there. The view of the whole Champaner and it's surrounding is just more than mesmerizing from around 2000 feet or so (just an approximation.)

Saat Kaman (7 Arches)

Panaromic View of Champaner from Saat Kaman

Kalpvriskha Carvings @ Jami Masjid

Foothills of Pavagarh

 







Thanks to Aekam, Ninad, Ronak, Aviral, Rushabh, Ashish, Ruchee and Vaibhavi who joined along made it a memorable trip.
P.S. Others had joined us lately at Champaner.

Love

Love has always been a talk of time, may it be permanent or for time being, the tenacity remains the same for what so ever reasons. A friend of mine is in a dire situation of love trying to balance between his parents and girl friend whom he's willing to marry. And the battle has never been as easy as it comprehends. I just tried to gather some thoughts from few friends on how do they define love, to understand them better as it was always out of my kettle:


Amit Sharma: love is nothing but resultant of overlapping of the sinusoidal wave of trust & affection...

Binny Pandya: understanding, respect, sacrifice, commitment, loyalty, honesty and feelings between two individuals is called love...

Umesh Verma: when you feel so much of fear if someone leave you that is love...

Deepak Dubey: can't define dude :P

Neha Kanodia Gandhi: you can't wish unwell for that person no matter how hurt you are due to him then you know you love that person...

Ruchee Soni: love - trust, faith n Bonding between two...

Rahul Verma: when you hug someone and you're lost... don't remember anything...

Aekam Parmar: Love is an unconditional relation in which no materialistic things matters... what matters is two person living for each other...

Amresh Kumar: Impassioned affection, desire for partner's happiness at any cost...

Anushree Jain: Love to me is my own little world...

It seems like love makes everyone selfish and restricts them to only two selves. And forget that, apart from 'em no one matters, not even parents.

P.S. To me it has always been a word of four letters with 2 vowels, 2 consonants and yea of course not to forget 2 idiots who at times are ruined by a 3rd idiot... :)

Shah-E-Alam Roza

Shah-E-Alam roza is some 550-600 years old and one of the famous roza's of Ahmedabad. I was visiting the place for photography. Shah-E-Alam roza has a Mosque, Dargah and Mehndi Roshan ki Haqiqat. Mehndi Roshan ki Haqiqat is also said to be Narsinh Mehta's Chatri (Umbrella) While talking to some people in the roza, they declined about the name which was published recently in one of the articles in a daily newspaper. I had visited the place during the evening and found some interesting things happening at the place. One of them was Lobaan, devotees offer prayer and people who are suffering from illness and who believed that they have deceased soul in them used to roll on the floor. Devotees used to lit up incense sticks, diya's and apply oil on their face and hands to stay away from illness and other bad things.

This was first time that I had experienced some dicey situations while visiting a mosque. Some people were quite apprehensive of us while we were doing photography. I was bombarded with so many questions which eventually were leading to a communal touch. Though there point was not wrong, I couldn't disagree with them. All I hope is let the PEACE prevail.

Muddled Mind

From some good time my mind is not following my heart and seems like I'm saturated with the journey of work. The haste of thoughts are moving badly within me. Mind's muddled up and I don't see any other options as of now (though choice remains with me.) Every night is haunted by the thought that I've to be in office the next morning and same agitation prevails from waking me up. When I look at my retired dad, I'm always surprised and shocked to know how did he managed to work for 35 long years. It's only 7 years for me and I feel I can't take anymore of this crap. He's full of energy, enthusiasm and very much active for the rest of the day just like any other kid. What I feel is we don't have that much patience and vigor what they have.

Don't know what's wrong with me in working or may be I need a good long break for a while. I'm glad my life isn't perfect, this reminds me I'm real, I'm human like others, I'm me......

The Negative Side

Had been thinking of this always the time I read the speech of Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam (Ex-President of ROI.) Media over the time who used to spread the awareness amongst the common man has lately turned into the favours of the inside-outside goons. Most of the time casting the stories which leaves a high level of negative impact on the society, where people most of the time end-up brooding over the illness.

Again today morning, I read in TOI's Ahmedabad edition, one such incident where Sir Steve Redgrave and Kelly Holmes, who are on a visit to India took a sneak peek on the Capital's preparedness for CWG 2010. They appreciated the progress and the preparedness of Delhi, mentioning the infrastructure one of the best and of an International standard and termed it as an engineering marvel and believed that "India should now bid for Olympics".

Both of 'em lashed out on the Indian media stating "If I was the Indian media, I would have done positive stories about the event, about the country's legacy. Not all those negative stories which I am seeing on daily basis in the newspapers."

"71 nations will be participating and 80,000 people will be coming to India. Billions would be watching it on TV. All eyes would be on this event. What message are you delivering to world with negative stories? Holmes questioned.


Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam had once said narrated a story of his visit to a Nation which 24X7 was under the terror attacks, despite of all these he didn't found any of the stories on the front and following consecutive pages. The negation, was though covered and buried somewhere in the last couple of pages of the daily.

The statement of Sir Redgrave and Holmes was at the end of the article, which clearly shows callousness of the Indian media who is interested in concealing good things.

Seems like the only business that media seizes is from the attacks, anger and sadness. The iota of trust that people genuinely have is somewhere inhumed by the negative side of the Indian media.

Dad and the kid

Last I remember, dad carried his son over a bicycle was some 15 years back. And yesterday night the kid got the same pleasure, though this time it was a bike (Scooty Pep). He wanted to ride the motorbike, but the kid, who has now grown up to be an adult had a lot of apprehensions as to how his dad would manage to ride at an age of 60+ with a foot problem. But the kid within my dad always wanted to do so without any fear and care. One of my friend's Scooty was lying at the apartment from more than a month, and as the grown up kid was not allowing the dad to ride his motorbike, dad took over the Scooty and had a merry-go-round in the nearby lanes during the afternoon. As I reached home in the evening after office, I took him over a ride positioning myself to back seat as a kid that used to have fun in the childhood, guiding him through the busy streets, where he rode freely and swiftly. Could see that immeasurable joy on his face which made him fell as he too belonged too this modern era of technology. This dictated a full stop to my apprehensions and gave me the confidence that he too could ride perfectly.

Frozen Mind

It has never been so easy to keep the mind stable, that steady head over the shoulders. It keeps on flowing with infinite thoughts, thoughts that are born and die at the same time. Thoughts that keeps you awake, makes you gleeful and gloomy, thoughts that takes you to the space of no man's land, of unheard and unthoughtful. But still, mind triggers and keeps you thinking of the things that are unrelated and trivial and still you matter over mind. Sometimes we don't mind and yet matter a lot with the hallucinating thoughts.

The time keeps treading and so does the wavering thoughts of the sojourn. Would it ever shutdown the senses of the stupor before marking the almost surreal emptiness.

Want to have that zero-state-frozen-mind, with the myriad moments and the flowing time.

કે ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

Had a late night call with a client, by the time it was finished and we were about to move out from the office, we just heard some kind of noise. As we opened the window it was the downpour of the first monsoon rains. Just noticed quite a few moments on the way back to home while enjoying the happy good moments of the first monsoon rains. Here are some lines in Gujarati.

આભ રડયું ને આપણું અમદાવાદ ભીંજાયું

વીજળી ત્રાટકી ને આંખો ચમકી

મન ને તન ના ઉશ્કેરાટ ને ટાઢે પાળ્યું

ને જોયુ તો ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

ચાલી નીકળી સૌની ગાડી

મન મા ઉભરાયો અંતર્નાદ

ને લોકો એ પોકાર્યો જયનાદ

ને જોયુ તો ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

આનંદનગર રોડ એ છલકાયા લોકો

સવ એ માણ્યો વરસાદ નો મોકો

પાણી ભરાયા રસ્તે રસ્તે

હાલી ચાર પૈડા વાડી ગાડી બળદ ગાડે

ને હાલતા હાલતા પછડાઈ તે ખાડે

ને જોયુ તો ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

શ્યામલ ચાર રસ્તા એ સામ સામે આવી ગાડી

આવી ગયો એ તાન મા ને ગયો એ અડી

માણેકબાગ એ છલક્યા પાણી

ને બંધ પડી લોકો ની ગાડી

આપી એક્સેલેટર કરતો ભક ભક ગયો હું નીકળી

ને જોયુ તો ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

અંજલી ચાર રસ્તે દોડી ૧૦૮ ની વાન

આડી ઉભી આઈઓસી ના બંબા ની વાન

ચઢ્યો બધામા એક તાન

ને જોયુ તો ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

દાણીલીમડા એ લાગી ટ્રક ની લાઈન

પણ હતું ત્યાં બધું એકદમ ફાઈન

જોઈ એક ટોળુ થયો હું ધીમો

જોયુ રૈન કોટ પેહરી ભીંજાવા ઉભો તો એક નંગ

ને જોયુ તો ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

શાહ-એ-આલમ હતું સાવ શાંત

કાંકરિયા ના પાણી અથડાઈ પાડે

સાંભળી ને અવાજ પડ્યું મન ટાઢે

ને જોયુ તો ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

પુષ્પકુંજ એ ચાઇનીસ, ઓમલેટ ની લારી એ થઇ ભીડ

પુનીત આશ્રમ ની ગલી મા હતો હું એકલો

નોતા કોઈ શ્વાન આજે પાછળ દોડવા

વરસતો તો વરસાદ ટીપે ટીપે

ને જોયુ તો ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

પોહ્ચ્યો ઘર ની ગલી મા

ના હતા કોઈ બાળકો રમતા ફૂલ રેકેટ

ઘરના આંગણે આવીને રહ્યો ઉભો

માથું કર્યું નીચે ને નાકે મારી છીંક

ને જોયુ તો ચોમાસુ આવ્યુ

વીજ થૈને એમ તારું દૂરથી ચમકી જવું…

The fond over Gujarati literature is increasing overwhelmingly in me. Posting some of the good one's from a well known Gujarati writer Pragya Vashi:

વીજ થૈને એમ તારું દૂરથી ચમકી જવું…

આભ ગોરંભે ચડી અથડાય છે વરસાદમાં
ને ધરાનાં ચીર પણ ધોવાય છે વરસાદમાં

કેમ એની આંખમાં શ્રાવણ વહે વૈશાખમાં?
રેશમી અલગાવ અહીં પોંખાય છે વરસાદમાં

વીજ થૈને એમ તારું દૂરથી ચમકી જવું
તોય મન તો દાઝવા લોભાય છે વરસાદમાં

લાગણી ટહૂકે ભીની આ સગપણોના આભમાં
તો ય કોયલ ભીતરે મુંઝાય છે વરસાદમાં

પ્રેમની સિતાર જ્યાં મલ્હારતી સૂનકારમાં
એક દરિયો આંખમાં છલકાય છે વરસાદમાં

એક છત્તર હોય તોયે કેમ એ આઘા રહ્યા ?
કોરી કોરી આ ક્ષણો વરતાય છે વરસાદમાં

ચોતરફ વરસાદ બસ, વરસાદ મૂશળધાર ને
બેઉ કાંઠે જિંદગી ધોવાય છે વરસાદમાં

-પ્રજ્ઞા વશી

This one is a beautiful romantic poem which builds a correlation of Rain with Love and Lightening, Life, Precious and priceless moments, Feelings and Loneliness....

સમજ

Another one in Gujarati. Lately I've been falling in love very much over my mother tongue and just loving like anything to put down what ever strikes the spikes of my mind. This one just came out of a casual chat with a good net friend:

કોઈને કશુજ નહિ સમજાવાનું, જેને જે સમજવું હોઈ તે સમજે,
અને સમજાવા છતાં લોકો એજ સમજશે જે તેમને સમજવું હશે,
એટલે સમજ ની સમજ મા આપની સમજ ના બગાડવી......!!

First post in Gujarati

Have been away from this for a while, just coming up with my first post in Gujarati. It's just a thought which came to mind while enjoying sleeping on the terrace during the summers (what most of the Amdavadi's love to do.)

ઉનાળા ની રાત ને ઊંઘવાને ધાબુ
મધમધતો પવન ને આભ નું ઓઢણું
થાક ની હઠ ને ઊંઘ ની વાટ
મન નો ઉશ્કેરાટ ને નિશા ની નિરાંત
વિચારો ના વમળ ને અર્ધજાગ્રત આભાસ
એકલવાયું તન ને મન ને મસ્તી
સ્વપ્નો નું સર્જન ને આશાઓનું નું ઉન્માદ
એમનું આવું ને મન ને છનછેડવું
પક્ષીઓ નો કલરવ ને પરોઢ નું આગમન
ફરી એજ સવાર ને કામ ની ઝાકળ ઝંઝટ......

Time Magazine's Quote on Little Master

"When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam. When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the Nehruvian economy. It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will."

Infinity

Infinity, what does it really mean - A totality of time without any beginning or an end which is boundlessness, immeasurability, immeasurableness, inexhaustibility, inexhaustibleness, infiniteness, limitlessness, measurelessness.

Mathematicians say that infinity is one more than the largest number you can think of, but you can never reach it or define it. My life reached it, but alas, I had to pay a price at every nook and corner with all ups and downs which are immeasurable.

From my childhood days, I've always been fascinated by the word "INFINITY" and with due course of time I realized, something that really dilates infinity is nothing but "LONELINESS"

Simon de Beauvoir had said it nicely - "I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity"

All I could comprehend about infinity is - "All you find at the end is yet another open end"

Cricketing Legend - Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar

It’s been 39 years, since the incipience of the ODI format in cricket. Many great knocks have been hammered by teams and so by the individual players. Many teams registered 400+ scores and one did chase the mammoth total of 434. It was South Africa who had chased this successfully against Australia. But this time around it was different; SA couldn’t chase 401 scored by the mighty INDIANS. This knock came with the power pack performance by the little master blaster Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.

Saeed Anwar of Pakistan had scored 194 runs against INDIA in Chennai in May 1997, by surpassing the individual record of Sir Viv Richards of West Indies 189 N.O. Saeed Anwar’s knock was equaled by the less known Charles Coventry 194 N.O. of Zimbabwe against Bangladesh in August 2009 but in vain as Zimbabwe had lost the match.

Everyone was expecting this record to be broken sometime by the cricketing legend SRT. Sachin Tendulkar’s bat speaks more than him and has always proved his critics wrong by the brilliance of his batting strokes. The batting strokes from the blade of the little master blaster don’t blaze off with force but also with the fine finesse.

Immaculate and impeccable performance by the little master blaster came on February 24, 2010 creating the history in world of cricket not only by being the highest run getter in an ODI but also reaching the first Double ton ever. Vengeance is seen in the batting of this cricketing god these days after being dropped out from the Indian squad in 2007 and being booed off in his home ground before 4 years, where his career was about to defunct. But nothing stops the boy within him to blaze his blade. He never lost the belief, which inspires us to aspire his heights.

Nothing stops me from watching the highlights of those mystical moments that were created by SRT in Gwalior. One of the best moment that I recall here is of the legendary hero hitting a ball pitched outside the off stump by Dale Steyn and SRT moving across the wickets, flicking flawlessly between the square leg and mid wicket straight to the boundary and Steyn shrugging his shoulders back on the way. Robin Jackman had only one thing to say during this impeccable innings, that the best thing to do is not to bowl Sachin. This is the only secret that would save the South Africans.

Post match presentation, when Ravi Shastri asked him about how he felt on being the highest run scorer in an ODI and getting the only double ton ever in the history of ODI cricket, this humble and down to earth said “I don’t know how to react to this, I dedicate this double ton to the people of INDIA, all those people who stood behind me during my ups and downs in last 20 years. It feels good that I was there at the end of 50 overs, and would still like to bat for another 50 overs at some stage and see that my fitness level doesn’t drop” The best one was when he replied to Ravi Shastri on being asked that, when would the bowlers get some respect and he nicely mentioned “As long as in my heart I know that whatever I'm doing good for the team at that moment, I'm going to go ahead with that” (in short as long as he stays in centre, all you bowlers out there, don’t expect any respect from this little master blaster)

I envy all those people in Gwalior who watched and witnessed the mystical moments of the double tons that came from the cricketing god.

Such is the Power,

Such is the Genius,

Such is the Class...

SACH is the GOD of Cricket, atleast to US (INDIANS).... he made us all proud.....Hats off, Bows and Salute to "SIR SACHIN RAMESH TENDULKAR"

Right Turn

It was about 1.15 a.m. in the morning when we left from my ex-roomie Kailash’s wedding. Umesh was driving us back to his home. It was about 25-28 kms from Mayur Vihar Phase-III to his abode in Bhajanpura. We were moving from East Delhi to East Delhi and still had to travel some 30 odd kilometers, which once again made me feel how big Delhi has grown and expanded its territory. All this began with a right turn at Mayur Vihar. The next one, again a right turn at New Ashok Vihar or so called Noida mod (turn). We went straight for few couple of kilometers and one more right turn at New Seemapuri. After moving few kilometers from New Seemapuri we’re suppose to take a left turn which would lead us to Bhajanpura through Wazirabad and Shahadra. Right turn was so much on our mind that we started circling over Delhi highways. Around 2.00 a.m. we realized that we’re leading somewhere else. We had completely stuck for half an hour on the clogged highways of Delhi which were flooded with trucks. Delhi now a days is completely dug out to get it’s new look before the commencement of Commonwealth Games. Also, metro rail over-bridges are being constructed to facilitate the commuters. But looking at the current scenario it lives the commuters in dizziness. And this added to our muddle on which way to lead. And unfortunately we traveled almost 50 kms on the same roads and once again we reached to New Seemapuri from were this right turn had leaded us to a night safari of the Delhi highways. Alas, this night safari on Delhi highways we’re able to reach his home by 2.45 a.m. in the morning.

Voices

I was off to ATM to collect some Vitamin M from the machine. On the way I saw a guy sitting at the end of the over bridge. Just stopped for a while to have a sneak-peek at what he was doing. I was in the center of the cross-road and an uncle impatiently honking me to clear his way without bothering for a bit. I found the guy trying to crack the iron rods from the lumps of concrete stone. One mind said to stop him from causing harm to the public property and the second stopped the first one and felt it to be an adage of his life which would earn him a piece of bread for the dinner.

As I reached the ATM, I got off from my bike with a welcoming spit of gutkha from a youngster. I was very much pissed off and was about to react and enter into a brawl with the young man same of my age. But than a thought ran in my mind saying "All I can do is control my reaction and not someone's action". With a cool head I approached him and politely said a hello and inquired about his literacy level. Somehow he managed to speak between his wobbling tongue mentioning graduate. Shy and sweat already covered his face. But that didn't stopped me to help him increase his literacy level and told him whether he would do the same thing standing or sitting at his abode. His face filled with guilt, finding for a scapegoat and managed to say humble words of sorry with a heavy sigh of sin he had committed!!

Vegetables

Getting vegetables from market, a household chore at which I am okay types and is generally done by my younger brother. Whenever I have to get vegetables my dad makes a point to get it from the main market (as I laze around and get it from the near by market) for two reasons, one being for getting fresh and good quality vegetables and the other for the cost element compared to what I get from the nearby market. I don't know which one is driven by the other and most of the time I get 'em from the nearby market :)

P.S. After watching 3 Idiot's I was inquisitive to know the price of "bhindi" which is Rs. 20/kg, 8 bucks more than what is shown in the film. Thank god Raju Rastogi's mother didn't flaunted to the Ahmedabad market else she would have been overtly shattered!!

Down the Decade

Didn't thought of it when I had stepped into the new millennium decade. The years faded away with some good memories, learnings, ups and downs with most of 'em unforgettable and some of 'em being spasmodic burst which are scattered unevenly down their. Don't know if this post is just coming out of some tremendous redundant over-thinking kinda thing which has catapulted me to go through the mental anguish of recollecting memories down the decade:

2000 - Shifted to our new HOME, was very much excited then!

2001 - Secured all India 6th rank during my 3rd semester exams...

2002 - As I wanted to do something good to my close friend, I became the reason of his break-up with his GF which I never regret and repent!!

2003 - Again stood all India 6th and was elated with campus placement for my first job but that didn't went for long.... also had a major crush on the gal I liked the most... was gathering some guts from few months to propose her and came to know that she was already into a relationship just before a month :(

2004 - Was an usual one, nothing much happened apart from a change in job which took me to Baroda....

2005 - Same usual nothing interesting happened though....

2006 - Changed the job and went to Noida, though those were the down days of my life but still learnt a lot... also proposed a gal!!

2007 - Was back in Baroda with a new company and hanging between yes and no!

2008 - Was tossed and turned upside down... but I still used to hang on with optimism and a ray of hope at the end of the tunnel which I had dug for myself!!

2009 - Came with more hopes which I felt would be full filled after 4 yrs... but as usual fortune didn't favored me, but was elated as I came back to my home after like 3yrs with yet another change in job!!

I hope this do not disconnect with the passing decade, CIAO!!