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PS: I love listening to Marathi Songs. Sometimes there are songs I relate to and derive the meaning for myself, related to what I am doing… This is one such song by Shri Sudhir Phadke… and it goes like this….

 

 


**Aakashi zhep ghe re, pakhara


sodi sonyacha pinjara**

 

For quite some time I have been thinking of becoming a freelancer. I want to write. To be a professional writer, trainer. I also have the requisite skills and motivation. But, I also have a job. A job that provides me monetary and emotional stability. The reason behind why I get up every morning. And yet it restricts me from what I want to do, to become. And so I call it my “sonyacha pinjara”. A golden prison! Yes!.

 

** tujbhavati vaibhav, mayaa

fala rasal milate khaya

sukhalolup zali kaya

ha kuthvar vedya ghesi aasara **

 

At the end of every month, this job provides me a fat ;) paycheck and all the luxuries associated with the paycheck. I can eat the food I want, and shop for the things I desire.

Along with monetary stability, it is a source of my status, of what I am. I often wonder, what am I without what I do.?

But for how long will I be happy with these luxuries. At the end of my life when I ask myself what I have achieved, will these be counted as my success? Years of working and creation of wealth……for somebody else?

 

** ghar kasale hi tari kaya

vish saman moti chara

mohache bandhan dvara

tujha aadavito ha kaisa, umbara**

 

What I consider luxury today, is it luxury at all? Rather it is the poison that is slowly but surely sucking out all my creativity, motivation and drive to succeed.

When I spend close to 12 hours being associated with this, is this how my second home is supposed to make me feel?

And yet every morning I find myself reluctantly pulling my self out of my home to come to office.

 

** tuj pankh dile devane

kar vihar samarthyane

dari, dongar, hiravi raane

ja oalandun ya sarita, sagara **

 

I have the knowledge and the capability to go after my dreams. I know my direction and the path I want to follow. That is where all my efforts and determination should be directed towards. I should take up the challenges and face the world.

 


** kashtavin fal na milate

tuj kalate, pari, na valate

hrudyat vyatha hi jadate

ka jiv bichara hoi bavara **

 

The road is not going to be easy. But then the dreams that I am running behind are also not ordinary. What saddens me sometimes is the fact that even after knowing all of this I still continue to do, what I have been doing and take no efforts to change the situation I am in and end up creating unhappiness for myself

 

** ghamantun moti phulale

shramdev ghari avatarle

ghar prasannatene natale

ha yog jeevani aala, sajira **

 

Just think of what all can happen once I break free from this prison! My efforts will bear fruits, my performance will not be fitted into the bell curve of the company, I will get all the benefits of my work, and satisfaction of doing what I like. I will celebrate each day as if it was an occasion!

What am I waiting for then? Break free my friend…Break free!

 

sodi sonyacha pinjara…..sodi sonyacha pinjara!!

 

 

Determined!

Abha Deshkar

22/5/2013

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Much to my horror I found out that my name was in the late comers list in office. I had come in late 4 times in the month. Upon checking my record, (we have an electronic system) I found out that on each of these occasions, I had been late by 2-5 minutes.

Now I am an employee who takes much pride in the work that I do (All HR employees usually say that. Rather we are hired, to keep saying that). So getting to know (in ways which cannot be termed as sweet) that I have been a DEFAULTER, confused me.

I wondered as to what really defines productivity and although I cannot say what does, I did come up with a list of what does not!

 

 

# 1

clip_image002 The In Time and Out Time

The sight of people waiting since 5:45 to punch their cards at 6:00 is very fascinating. We are still judged by the time we came in and went back home. But can this ever meaure ones productivity at work? Thanks to service industry and with more and more marketing people flouting all rules of In time and Out time, this scenario seems to be changing, albeit for some industries.

Also Indians are obsessed with late sitting, and working on weekends. In most western countries, you will not find anybody in the office at 5 pm on Fridays. Are they not productive?

 

 

 

#2

Time spent at your place/ on the computer:

Now now now… do I need to remind anybody of the “things we do” in our seats? Internal chat, internet, games (I know a few people who stclip_image004ill play solitaire and minesweeper!), facebook, watsapp and ……

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#3

 Meetings

“I’m in a meeting. Can I call you back later?” a colleague from another location forever seems to be in some meeting or another. On one day I ask him point blankclip_image006 “What was the meeting about?”

“Regular Monday Morning meeting. Thankfully got over in two hours”

“2 hours?”

“Yeahh… One hour we hear about the Weekend Adventures of Amit (his boss) and then get fired for the work we were supposed to do over the weekend”

Management Gurus have since time immemorial, stressed the importance of meetings. But people don’t know how and why to conduct a meeting. Without a fixed agenda, meetings become a place for internal gossip and tea ( with Co. sponsored biscoot)

 

 

#4

 No. of Mails you receiveimage

I called up a senior colleague one day to find out why he had not been sending employees from his team for trainings. “I get hundreds of mails each day. Probably I missed yours.” Hundreds of mails? Time for some delegation of work I say! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am sure you can come up with so many things on which we judge our employees.. the question then is if not this then what?

 

For me a productive employee is on who :

  • Delivers on time
  • With Minimum Revisions required
  • With Quality that is appreciated by Internal and External customers.

 

 

Whaaadsay???

 

Abha Deshkar

20th May 2013

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(This post is unlike me. I hardly write such personal posts. Don’t know why I wrote this. Just spur of the moment!)

 

We met after a long time.

We few, we happy few,we who battled through the 4 brutal years at Engineering and survived! :)

Some we met after just days, some after months and some we met after many long years.

We revived our old memories, went back to those old lost days, We tried to sit together in that College Foyer!

We giggled like children, made fun of each other, laughed till our stomachs ached and tears rolled down our cheeks.

We were settled, well almost everyone of not all. Some were doing jobs, some free lancers and some were just trying to set up their business!

We had met because one of was shifting to Dubai, one of us was getting married!

How fast time had flown away! It seems like it was yesterday that we were in Engineering! We had gone to our IV a few days back and our farewell had gotten over just yesterday!

Now people were getting married, having kids, buying cars and houses!

 

It was late night when my best friend bid me farewell and caught his train at Vikhroli Station! And I crossed the bridge and waited on the other platform for my train – lost in thoughts…

 

Alone I was the Last Man Standing on the platform waiting for the train. Somehow I felt very alone in this world.

People were getting married, going for jobs abroad, getting “settled”. They were doing everything that people do when they “Grow-up”(Not that I wanted any of those things…)

Me? I was just me I felt.

The same old me who had just watched these times flash by. The same old me who was not yet “settled” probably because it didn’t matter to him what people thought…

 

Some crappy music was playing on the phone. Just as I changed the music, the train entered the station. The music track started

Jodi Tor Dak Shune Keu Na Ase Tobe Ekla Cholo Re”

( Bengali for : “If no one responds to your call, then go your own way alone”)

Talk about Irony!

 

And it brought a smile to my face. A smile which was somehow both Sad and Happy. I just don’t know why!

 

Living in Memories of Past,

Pranjal Wagh

 

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A Review of the debut novel by Aneesh Gokhale

Reviewers are not supposed to have emotions. They are supposed to be neutral in their evaluation of any book. Sometimes they are required to be brutal, to be unforgiving in their judgement of the book that they review.

I am generally neutral while reviewing any book. But it was difficult in this case!

The subject of the book was the rise of the Maratha power in the 18th Century and its reaching its peak – flying the Saffron high from the walls of the Attock fort! This was a subject very, very close to my heart and I would be very ruthless if someone messed up this book. Hardly any good English novel has been written about the Maratha history. This young author was doing something I had been longing to do, to write Maratha history in English and place it in front of the world!

And by God’s Grace, he succeeded in doing that!!

Sahyadris to Hindukush starts off fast like the Blitzkrieg Cavalry of the Marathas and takes you as the Saffron treads the barren lands of Central India, the fertile Gangetic plains, the lush fields of Punjab and finally the rocky terrain of the Indus Valley – the very cradle of the Hindu Civilization!

The author’s command over the English language used in the novel is what impressed (and inspired) me the most. The flow of the language is superb and the construction of the sentences to make them sound like they were spoken in the local dialects in the Medieval times. Attention to detail in various parts of the novel – including the Geographical accuracies – will surely take the reader on a roller coaster ride of the Indian sub-continent!

It is very clear that the author has toiled very hard and has studied and researched thoroughly before sitting down and penning the novel. Even the smallest habits and customs of the Marathas and also the Pashtun tribes seem to have been studied in great detail! I congratulate the author for completing this mammoth task!

However, in my personal opinion I would have been greatly pleased had the author increased the size of the novel. The novel is an odd 187 pages and I would have loved if the author had made it 500 pages!

Inspite of its small size, Sahyadris to Hindukush dazzles you! It makes you imagine each and every scene and battle depicted in its words. You wince at the dirty politics played in the Mughal court and also rejoice when the Maratha banner flutters on top of the Attock Fort walls!

A must read for any one who is interested in the happenings in India in the 18th Century. A sure fire engaging novel, I will surely recommend this one!

- Pranjal Wagh
30 Apr 2013

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Review of the Novel by Ashwin Sanghi

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I am not going to write this book review in the normal manner. I will not make sections titled “Plot”, “Analysis” & “Verdict” as is the usual protocol world over. I want the readers to have a flow. Try to take them on a roller-coaster ride, thrill them because this is the same manner in which “The Krishna Key” is written! Though the book has some shortcomings, it definitely leaves the readers  wanting for more!

First and foremost, I am extremely grateful to Ashwin Sanghi for highlighting ancient Indian Culture and telling the Indian youth (And Old people) the extent of our prosperity and scientific advances when the rest of the world was still struggling with Stone Age.

For those who have come across Ashwin Sanghi for the first time, he is the author of the best-selling The Rozabal Line and award-winning Chanakya’s Chant. His third book – which by far seems the most deeply researched to me- is The Krishna Key.

Sanghi’s story starts with the introduction of the most interesting character of the book – Taarak Vakil, the poor little rich boy – who believes he is Kalki, Lord Vishnu’s 10th Avtar and is here on the planet to destroy all evil. I would have loved this character to be explored a little bit more but alas some sacrifices have to be made for the sake of the story.

Taarak’s first victim is Anil Varshney, a brilliant researcher who has stumbled upon something very mysterious, something which leads to the secret that Krishna – the Govardhan Giridhaari- had locked away somewhere to keep it safe from those seeking power. Anil Varshney’s death enters the protagonist – 45 years young Ravi Mohan Saini who teaches the history of mythology at St. Stephen’s College.Saini becomes an unlikely detective who uses his vast knowledge to track down his friend’s killer and solve this amazing riddle left by our beloved Blue God – Lord Krishna!

The book then takes you an amazing ride across the country and includes locations like Jaisalmer, Mt. Kailash, Somnath Temple and so on. The the trail is dotted by some more murders by none other than Taarak. Some more very interesting characters enter the fray – Inspector Radhika Singh, Mataji and Sir Khan being the prominent ones. I really wish, Sanghi had been able to color these characters more.

Although the story does get a bit complex due to the amount of information that this book contains it is definitely worth a read. There are some errors in the printed version which maybe due to careless proof-reading but I guess such errors will be rectified in the coming editions.

Sanghi follows the similar style of narrating the story as employed in Chanakya’s Chant – that of running two stories parallel to each other. One set 5000 years ago and the other as it happens in the 21st Century. However, this style seems unnecessary here as both the stories have hardly anything in common unlike Chanakya’s Chant. It does sometime seem that we are being re-told the story of Mahabharata in the parallel narrative.

However, according to me the real reason for reading this book is not the story and mystery that surrounds The Krishna Key, but the magnificent history of our country! The reason I say history and not mythology is because these incidences – Mahabharata, Ramayana have actually happened in this country, evidences of Pushpak Vimana and the possibility of Indians having the knowledge of Nuclear weapons have been found. Moreover, due to various external aggressions that took place over a period of time and the bad habit of not recording many historical events, the knowledge has been lost in the pages of time. But I am sure, on reading ‘The Krishna Key’ some proud Indians will definitely delve into the pages of history and strive to find out more about our civilization! And for that one should read ‘The Krishna Key’!

And for that, I thank you, Ashwin Sanghi!

- Pranjal Wagh

 

PS: A special mention has to be made for the man who drew all the wonderful illsutrations/maps in the book – Rupesh Talaskar! Great Work!!

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Part of a Travel Series of my Phaltan-Khatav-Maan-Karad Trek10 Forts in 4 Days

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“We have to reach Pune by today evening!”, Anup Bokil’s (Bokya) familiar chat window popped up on my screen. I had just reached my office and it was 1100 Hrs in the morning.I was definitely not ready for this! I immediately called him up!

“What the…!!??”, was my obvious stunned reply to his surprise attack on my Pearl Harbor!

A typical Bokil laugh followed through the speaker of the phone before Bokil told me, “ Can we leave at 4 pm? Ajay says if we can reach tonight we can leave early morning tomorrow morning and cover one extra fort!”

“How is possible, Bokil? I have just reached office!”

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We were scheduled to begin our road trip/trek of 4 days at dawn on 15th August from Mumbai,reach Pune, pickup Ajay and Amit and proceed. From there we would travel over a thousand kilometres and cover 10 forts, some temples and a museum in a span of only 4 days!

Today was 14th August, 11 am, I had just entered my office  and had not even reached the ‘p’ of packing when Bokil sprung the surprise attack! He was suggesting we leave at 4 pm for Pune!

“No way! Lets leave late at night around 10pm!”,I negotiated.

“Arre try to understand, if we reach Pune tonight and leave early tomorrow and maybe cover one extra fort. Plus, the ‘pilot’ can get a good night’s sleep before the long drive the next day.And yes, all the people in Ajay’s house sleep early!”, Bokil put forth his terms.

Valid points!

Bokil 1 Wagh 0

“Ok Bokya, but I can make it 6pm, not a bit earlier!”, I said in the style of a typical negotiating shopkeeper making it sound like, “ This is my final offer! Take it or leave it!”

Luckily,Bokil agreed and we shot off in my Indica (रणगाडा- Tank) towards Ajay Kakade’s “Kakade Vishwa” in Pune.

 

Our route from Mumbai to Ajay;s house in Pune

 

Our ride was pretty smooth, the only exception being the malfunctioning windshield wiper blades which reduced visibility to zero when the heavens opened up in a foggy Khandala Ghat! Thanks to Pune’s traffic we reached, Ajay’s house at around 1130pm where he welcomed me with a traditional “Namaskar Saheb!” and my mouth just fell open seeing his awesome collection of books and knives!

“ We will pick up Amit in the morning and then leave for Phaltan via Saswad!”, is what I thought Ajay said as my attention was diverted by a Gerber Bear Gryll’s Knife complete with a sharpener and  a Magnesium fire starter! This was really great stuff! I would love to shoplift here! ;)

After a hearty dinner and some talks about the route we were going to take, we finally decided to sleep around 1 am. I don’t remember when I dozed off, but the first sound of Bokil’s alarm opened my eyes at 04:45 am. I saw Bokil rise like The Undertaker through my groggy eyes in the dark and automatically looked at Ajay to see if he was awake.

A negative on that! I felt like I received a bonus when the company was about to be liquidated! I smiled to myself sleepily. It meant 15 more minutes of sleep till 5 am when we had to actually get up. Only sleep lovers like me will understand, the importance of those ‘2 minutes’ extra time in the morning! :)

We finally woke up after a ‘good’ sleep of 4 hours! Ajay brought us a really delicious and absolutely necessary cup of tea which I gulped down like a parched dog! With the Tea shaking awake our brains,we loaded up our vehicle with our bags and most importantly –Cameras! We also ensured we took the right road maps and books for reference (Courtesy: Ajay Kakade :) ) and were, finally,ready to go but there was one more thing to do – Clean the car windshields! In this operation, Bokil’s natural altitude above sea level was of a great use as it provided that extra reach to clean the windshields! ;)

We set off for Warje, Amit’s House and after having another cup of tea, set off towards Phaltan via Kondhwa and Saswad. On the way, we would stop at Saswad to have a look at Sardar Purandare Wada, Godaji Jagtap Samadhi and Peshwa Balaji Vishwanath Samadhi and from there we would move forward to Santoshgad via Phaltan and then onward to Varugad. Thereafter at the end of the day, we would reach Loni, Ajay’s village and would reside at his house, more popularly known as Kakade palace!

To speak frankly, while these guys were rattling of names of villages and places which we would pass on our way like priests recite mantras during poojas, most of them were greek and latin to me! As I turned on the ignition key and my रणगाडा growled to life, I made a mental note to study all the maps whenever time permitted and get up to speed with the others!

As I put the car into gear and put the foot to the accelerator, I realized that today was 15th August, India’s independence day. In a way, we too were getting freedom today, that it was only for 4 days did not matter. The chance of being in the outdoors to us trekking fanatics, even for a day is enough. We love to be away from the civilized life, be away from the buzz of the cities, deep in the forests,valley! We love to  get lost inside the beautiful, thrilling and terrifying arms of Nature. For we believe, that getting lost in such a way will help us find ourselves in the depths of the mountains, find our lost ancestors who fought here making these very mountains their armor, who made the people rise like a glorious phoenix, fight for their rights, break the chains of slavery and achieve Freedom!

Sometimes, finding more about your country’s glorious past is, indeed, attaining Freedom!!

- Pranjal Wagh

01 Sep 2012

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“The Journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”

I remember reading this thought a few years ago in a Johnny Walker print ad in the newspaper. I always thought Johnny Walker Scotch Whiskey was the maker of this thought until I googled it before putting it on this blog.

Turns out, it was Lao Tzu, a Chinese philosopher, who penned it! :)

Anyways, our journey of a thousand kilometers – 1182 km to be precise – began not with a single step but with a chain of countless emails flying back and forth between us. Most of the times these emails had little to do with the planning of this trek/journey and more to do with making plans that would capsize like paper boats in a rain-water stream. We set out to plan something else and in the end, we ended up doing a totally different trek! (But atleast, we got something done! Move over, Montek Singh Ahluwalia!)

Our planning phase was like riding a roller coaster. Ups and downs made up the very soul of the plan. A team member quitting to go on another trek, an injury to someone, family issues and a thousand other problems made sure the days before our expedition were like an cricket match with India in it. Nail biting to the finish – no matter who the opponent is! We made sure the trek almost never happened before it finally happened!

So after many discussions and debates, we decided that we would set out to explore,experience and endure the shorter range of Sahyadris which spread out through Satara District.

We decided to visit the following 10 forts:

  1. Santoshgad
  2. Varugad
  3. Vardhangad
  4. Mahimangad
  5. Bhushangad
  6. Macchindragad
  7. Sadashivgad
  8. Morgiri – Gunvantgad
  9. Dategad
  10. Vasantgad

Here is a primary sketch of our route drawn by Ajay:

Hand drawn route of our trek

 

These forts are spread out from Phaltan which is south-east of Pune and then onwards move through Khatav-Maan regions and the chain ends at Karad.

To give a geographical description, the mountain range in this region known as Mahadevache Dongar – Shiva’s Mountains – is not high nor is it continuous. The mountains are scattered, some have plains on all sides as far as the eye can see. Since they are situated on the Deccan plateau they are already at MSL of about 1500-2000 feet and they do not rise much high in the sky nor do they have tall cliffs. Now due to this geographical characteristic of the mountains, the forts on them are heavily fortified. Almost all forts have a continuous wall along the perimeter and huge bastions, a feature which is absent in forts in the main Sahyadri range as the mountains there offer natural fortification in the form of vertical rock cliffs.  Many of these forts have an history ranging back to 1500-2000 years.

Finally, 4 of us were ready to set out. The team included Ajay Kakade, Anup Bokil, Amit Kulkarni and last but not the least, Me! ;)

Our Team @ Vasantgad on the last day!

(L2R : Ajay Kakade, Anup Bokil, Amit S. Kulkarni) 

My posts in this series will share with you our experiences and enjoyment while exploring a whole new region in Maharashtra.

Do watch out for updates soon!

- Pranjal Wagh

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An Indian Journey – Charles Foster

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Usually, I do not read travel books. Although I have read some across English and Marathi but those that I have read would be rated as one of the best in their category. I would definitely classify ‘In the Hot Unconscious’ in those ranks.

You feel this book. You feel you are in the same place where Charles Foster is. When you read it, Charles Foster ensures that he takes you with him on his travels to find something. He himself claims that sometimes he does not know what he was looking for. Foster is in India supposedly to collect and study leeches. But as he travels the nation, his experiences from the southern and northern extremities of India ensure that he finds something more as well.

Foster is initially in remote area of North India, stuck in a lodge due to the world famous red-tape of the Indian Babudom – The Bureaucracy of the Post-Raj India. Stuck inside the lodge he continues his work of collecting leeches and has a few encounters with the deadly diarrhea. Foster’s travels take him across North India as far as the Nepalese border. He meets various people on his travels, makes friends with few of them, despises some of them and goes on moving across the Indian lands.

Foster’s enchanting yet lucid narrative is laced with cynicism and followed by an honest opinion. The humor in his writings and also the lessons that we learn as a reader are based on the Zen philosophy. Foster does not view India like the rest of the West does. Foster dissects each situation and puts it and the people involved in it to the test of his sharp sarcasm and crisp cynicism. It is only after that he takes us to the opinion he forms about them.

As an Indian his cynical view of looking at things stings us at first. All of the West always raves about the mystical land that is India and never in any travels have I heard anyone take up this critical view – may it be related to religion, the people or the cultural aspects of life here. But as you proceed you indeed find out that what Foster observes is true!

Soon enough, the leeches disappear from his writings and the he takes us on a wild ride across India and allows us to discover it once again. He tells us true stories of Bob, the guru who detests Foster at first sight but who weeps because he can only assure his devotees and not actually rid them of this misery and then makes an attempt to like Foster later on. He tells us about his Sikh Friend of a Cheese farmer Jagjit, a true patriot who accompanies the author initially in the book but later gets bored of constant company of Foster. His writings also tell us horrifying stories of people losing their lives in search of Nirvana – the tale of an engineer who ties his hands and legs and drowns in a river is particularly chilling.

As T.S. Elliot has quoted –

The end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time

- Foster explores India and finds spiritual essence of the land and of himself. As the author himself says, sometimes he himself does not know what he was looking for.

In the hot unconscious An Indian Journey by Charles Foster
Published by Westland Tranquebar in India

- Pranjal Wagh

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आज अचानक घरी जाता जाता,

भरून आलेलं आभाळ फाटलं,

सरीवर सारी बरसू लागल्या,

आणि मनाला एकच वाटलं!

 

मला हवं तेव्हाच पाऊस पडावा,

मी सांगितलं, "जा!", की तो निघून जावा ,

पण असं पाऊस कुणाचं ऐकतो का?

जा म्हटलं की जातो का?

 

पाऊस येतो तो एकटा येत नाही,

तुझ्या आठवणी तो सोबत घेऊन येतो ,

जुन्या आठवणीत मी हरवून जाताच ,

माझे अश्रू हा पाऊस समावून घेतो !

 

पण ह्या पावसाचा जोर काही वेळापुरताच असतो,

थोड्याच वेळात सूर्य आकाशात हसतो,

पण तुझ्या आठवणींच असं थोडंच आहे?

पाऊस गेला तरी मी तुझ्यातच हरवून बसतो…

Picture Credit: Sambhaji Chopdekar

 

- प्रांजल वाघ

०२ जुलै २०१२

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Today I forgot to wish a friend on his birthday… Somehow it just slipped off my mind, and then when Facebook reminded me, it was already too late.

This was the same friend, for whom 2 years ago,  I along with my gang, had planned a surprise party, gone in the rains and got a personalized gift and cake and celebrated with all the paraphernalia.

Sadly this is not the first time that this is happening to me. In the past 2 years I have failed to keep in touch, forgotten to even call on birthdays and missed soo many of the group meetings, that I am surprised as to how close I was to soo many of them just 2 years ago!

After Engineering some of us decided to study further, while others chose to work. Busy schedules, different cities and changing telephone operators kept us apart.

“Yeh dosti… hum nahi Chodenge…todenge dum magar…tera saath na chodenge…”.. I remember the day distinctly like it was just yesterday…. we all sitting together.. singing songs proclaiming our friendship until eternity….

 

Just one year ago, as a new joinee in my Company.. we were sent on a 21 day induction.. In these 21 days I formed great friends, some really good people… but again, all that has remained are some facebook acquaintances.

“So, like whats’ your problem?? You cant expect to keep in touch with 600 friends (my fb count ;) )”, somebody asks me.

Well nothing. Its just that……….

I sweared it would never happen..

I proclaimed it would never happen..

I hoped it would never happen..

I wished it would never happen…..

And yet it did…

Well I guess… pal do pal ka saath hamara.. pal do pal ke yaarane hai … and I better get used to it….

 

Abha Deshkar

22/4/2012

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