It has been a real long time since my last post. Its high time that I get back to my writing habits as I am having this strange feeling that I have lost a part of me over a past couple of months.
Alright so here I go…
2010 is over and 2011 has already begun
Looking back, despite the ups and downs 2010 was wonderful year. A few milestones of the last year.
1) I left my job after almost 3 years, as I felt it was the time to move on, bored of being with the same project.. A feeling that creeps in as the time passes working in the same environment.
2) Started blogging much to my own surprise. Well, let me not raise any expectations here though. :D
3) Took up a job in another company and yeah a better opportunity
4) Went trekking to Matheran, was a memorable experience
5) New friends, new colleagues and new work environment. added lot of enthusiasm
6) Lot of little memorable moments be it a birthday celebration at work or client appreciations to mention a few :)
And now looking forward to what 2011 has in stores for me!!
Welcome 2011 !!
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Monday, January 10, 2011
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Unforgettable day - July 24, 2010
We had been trekking to Matheran from Bhivpuri station. We started from Bhivpuri at 8.30 am and had thought we would be reaching Matheran by 12.30 pm. So it wasn’t going to be a long trek but we reached Matheran at 5.30 pm. On the way we walked to see the Pali dam which was actually unplanned but it added to the time and the energy spent.
Personally I am not a regular trekker, though I have always found it adventurous and fascinating. In our group of 10, most of us were novice and for some it was the first trek. The trek was difficult than what we had expected. It was difficult even for the professional trekkers. We all had started with full vigor and enthusiasm, but as the energy levels started going down, the trek was becoming more steep and difficult to climb. Continuous heavy rains were making it slippery and there were land slides too.
We somehow reached the Thakurwadi village and there was still more to climb. The villagers told us it was just one and half hour more to climb, but it was definitely going to take more time for us as we had been walking since 8.30 in the morning and most of us were already drained out. Still determined we continued climbing till we reached a point where there was no way ahead. We were lost. We were contemplating of returning back but that also seemed difficult now as the Thakurwadi village was out of sight because of the fog and we did not remember the exact way back. There wasn’t a plain terrain close by and we were all there holding the rocks and on the edges of the mountain. Also since last few hours there wasn’t any trace of villagers who climb up to Matheran or down to the village in Thakurwadi.
We were all stuck, stuck between life and death. All I could think of was Lord Dattaguru who has always stood by me in difficult times. Me and my sister were already praying and in no time one of my friends who was ahead spotted a villager wearing a yellow raincoat climbing down with jaggery(गुळाची ढेप). He was going to his home for lunch. He agreed to help us reach the top. With his help we climbed a number of steep points and risky edges which I am sure we otherwise wouldn’t have climbed. Finally we reached the top where the first thing I could see was a tree there were photos of different deities (You will find this in many places in India) and my eyes fell on the big photograph of Lord Dattaguru. I immediately folded my hands and my eyes were full of tears, my sister who was by my side since I was getting exhausted quickly sensed that I am getting too emotional, gestured me to control myself. I composed myself and then we walked.
I must not forget to mention about a black dog who accompanied us from Bhivpuri station to Matheran. He climbed with us all the way and was shivering because of the heavy rains. I felt sorry as there was little I could do to help him. We offered him biscuits which we had and I had thought of gibing him hot milk after we reach the hotel at Matheran, but before we reached the hotel he went away.
The reason I have titled this post as an unforgettable day is not because we successfully managed to reached the top or not because the trek was full of adventure and thrill but because I have never before felt the presence of Lord Dattaguru so profoundly and strongly around me. Or I should put it as of all the times I have felt his presence, I realized it more profoundly this time
Personally I am not a regular trekker, though I have always found it adventurous and fascinating. In our group of 10, most of us were novice and for some it was the first trek. The trek was difficult than what we had expected. It was difficult even for the professional trekkers. We all had started with full vigor and enthusiasm, but as the energy levels started going down, the trek was becoming more steep and difficult to climb. Continuous heavy rains were making it slippery and there were land slides too.
We somehow reached the Thakurwadi village and there was still more to climb. The villagers told us it was just one and half hour more to climb, but it was definitely going to take more time for us as we had been walking since 8.30 in the morning and most of us were already drained out. Still determined we continued climbing till we reached a point where there was no way ahead. We were lost. We were contemplating of returning back but that also seemed difficult now as the Thakurwadi village was out of sight because of the fog and we did not remember the exact way back. There wasn’t a plain terrain close by and we were all there holding the rocks and on the edges of the mountain. Also since last few hours there wasn’t any trace of villagers who climb up to Matheran or down to the village in Thakurwadi.
We were all stuck, stuck between life and death. All I could think of was Lord Dattaguru who has always stood by me in difficult times. Me and my sister were already praying and in no time one of my friends who was ahead spotted a villager wearing a yellow raincoat climbing down with jaggery(गुळाची ढेप). He was going to his home for lunch. He agreed to help us reach the top. With his help we climbed a number of steep points and risky edges which I am sure we otherwise wouldn’t have climbed. Finally we reached the top where the first thing I could see was a tree there were photos of different deities (You will find this in many places in India) and my eyes fell on the big photograph of Lord Dattaguru. I immediately folded my hands and my eyes were full of tears, my sister who was by my side since I was getting exhausted quickly sensed that I am getting too emotional, gestured me to control myself. I composed myself and then we walked.
I must not forget to mention about a black dog who accompanied us from Bhivpuri station to Matheran. He climbed with us all the way and was shivering because of the heavy rains. I felt sorry as there was little I could do to help him. We offered him biscuits which we had and I had thought of gibing him hot milk after we reach the hotel at Matheran, but before we reached the hotel he went away.
The reason I have titled this post as an unforgettable day is not because we successfully managed to reached the top or not because the trek was full of adventure and thrill but because I have never before felt the presence of Lord Dattaguru so profoundly and strongly around me. Or I should put it as of all the times I have felt his presence, I realized it more profoundly this time
|| श्री गुरुदेव दत्त ||
Monday, May 3, 2010
Good people in my life.
This post is written to acknowledge all the good people in my life who have been with me and care a lot about me. It is a human tendency to complain about the not so bright part of your life and keep cribbing about it. But each one of us has something in life which we should be happy about. I am living a blessed life full of so many good people who care and love me.
The most important are my family. My mother who will come up with an instruction set for me right from cooking to shopping. She is a complete disciplinarian. Be it her anger or the selfless care, its all for my benefit. Then my father who is cool, understanding and always supportive in everything. My two younger sisters with whom I have spend a few years of my life fighting on trivial issues (they seem trivial now). Be it about watching a television channel or reading a book, we have fought on almost all things. But the bottom line remains that they do care.
My close friends with whom I have spent my college days helping each other with assignments, studies during exams. They know my absentmindedness when it it comes to using a cell phone. Most of the times I am unaware that the phone is ringing (as its always on vibrator) and end up missing all calls. They know I am never on time when we decide to meet up :-) . They are the ones who just call up once a while to know what I am upto.
The most important are my family. My mother who will come up with an instruction set for me right from cooking to shopping. She is a complete disciplinarian. Be it her anger or the selfless care, its all for my benefit. Then my father who is cool, understanding and always supportive in everything. My two younger sisters with whom I have spend a few years of my life fighting on trivial issues (they seem trivial now). Be it about watching a television channel or reading a book, we have fought on almost all things. But the bottom line remains that they do care.
My close friends with whom I have spent my college days helping each other with assignments, studies during exams. They know my absentmindedness when it it comes to using a cell phone. Most of the times I am unaware that the phone is ringing (as its always on vibrator) and end up missing all calls. They know I am never on time when we decide to meet up :-) . They are the ones who just call up once a while to know what I am upto.
I must not forget to mention about my pet cat in this post. I know she isn't a human being but does show human traits. By human traits here, I mean she is extremely moody. Sometimes she would respond when you call her by her name but otherwise would act deaf no matter how many times you call. When I talk to her she either walks away, yawns or gives me a blank look wondering if I make any sense to her. At other times she would do 'meow meow' non stop for couple of minutes throwing long sentences at me which I fail to understand.
Well this post doesn't end here as I am looking forward to make new relations and I am sure I would be meeting a lot more good people.
Ciao!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
School Days
Did we ever notice that though the days seem long, years pass by quickly?
Just a few days back, looking at the school children playing, I remembered my school days.Those were the best years of my life. The time we enjoyed, studied, made friends.
Those were the days when
- we used to prepare the bags, finish off the homework with great efforts the day before
- summer vacations, diwali holidays were a reality and regular part of our lives
- the homework during diwali was always started at the last moment and completed somehow just the day before school reopens
- summer vacation meant a trip to my native place with my cousins.
- by-hearting tables was a big time activity
- we had a time table to follow the subjects to be studied during the day. Maths and Science were my favorites :)
- we always had a welcome song in the annual gathering. I remember participating a number of times. Also I vividly remember my sis all dressed in yellow and was a mango in another song... those were the early school days
- waking up early morning on a Saturday and having a PT session at the school was no big deal
- we had a school bus to pick and drop home
- we all played Holi on the way back home in the school bus during the festival.
- Antakshari and Name Place Animal Thing were the most popular games
- there was a ban on having cable TV and we used to watch DD1 and DD Metro. I remember waking up early to watch Rangoli on sunday mornings
- there was always a class monitor
- school picnic meant a visit to National park, Chotta Kashmir, the then Goldspot company, Vihar lake etc
- we were asked to write an essay after almost every school picnic.
Life has moved on and so have we. But still I miss those days when life was so simple.
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