Thane Vashi Train @ 08.40 a.m.

We live in a city that is ruled by Railways. Our time is not in hours. Its in minutes. We are all on a constant run for life. And in this run we have our life-lines, the railways, ready no matter what.
I am a regular commuter of the morning 8.40 THANE-VASHI train. M gonna post the pic of tht trn soon. But till then. Lemme just introduce it to it.

Here is how it goes -

And here starts the challenge again,
Every morning when 8.40 halts @ Thane station,
This thought passes through me,
I recite Gayatri Mantra thrice,
as soon as I see the train approaching from a distance,
And then I put all my belongings in my bag, including my life,
Pack ‘em up to ensure that nothing is lost,
N then the whistle shouts out loud,
On your marks, Get set go..
I close my eyes n m shoved off,
in the empty 2nd class compartment of the local trn,
N thn starts the game, musical chair, except for the fact that the music here is ear-splitting noise of the train roaring, threatening the boarders that if they dnt behave now, it might not wait for the rest of the lot,
Nothing bothers the mob, n in the next 5 secs there’s no space to keep a nail of the small finger of the foot, life’s become so tiny and yet so big,
Its unfathomable, immovable, firm, sturdy, strong, roaring to live, to survive, to enjoy n to rejoice.
I sit in a posn which isn’t doing any good to me or the women sitting next to me,
M trying to read things out frm the newspaper,
N thn starts the stink of the sweat & the shit,
But Mumbai isn’t a city that cribs, it smells fragrance amidst the shit,
Of roses & jasmines & perfumes & talcums,
U see a beggar in the trn, a small kid of 4 maybe asking for food,
U r overcome with a feeling of asking the toddler’s mother to educate him,
But the next moment u see another swarm of people squeezing in the already full compartment,
My nails ache now, m trying hard to concentrate on the tiny fonts of the newspaper,
N there comes an old lady squeezed to almost half her size by the crowd,
I wanna stand up n make place for her,
But luk @ the desperation,
Can’t stand up, m packed, I dnt hve place to move my hair,
I feel sorry, I feel like slapping the old woman’s son for letting her go through all this,
I feel like holding her legs n asking for forgiveness for all the misdeeds that we as youngsters are doing,
I feel pity on myself for being so self-centered,
I see a lady in front of me throwing a chips wrapper out of the window,
I almost scream @ her for the act, I tell her that if tomorrow this small stream turns into a beast n floods ur house n drowns ur child, remember you are responsible, not just for screwing ur child’s life but millions like us,
N she looks @ me aghast, not knowing wht to say n how to react, not looking @ me for the nxt 20 mins till the end of the journey,
I look outside @ the huts n I keep staring @ them, n then I see a child sneering @ me, I m nt sure why exactly,
But tht child makes me smile, amidst the chaos,
I wonder if this chintu can smile without evn enuf clothes on,
I am fully clothed, sheltered, nurtured, protected..
Y do I find it so difficult to smile?
Thts becoz life throws such questions @ u sometimes n whn u dnt knw the answers u tend to forget the smaller joys,
N thn all you do is crib,
N thn I smile @ myself, I dnt want any answers, I knw I’ll get thm if I leave the questions on their own for sometime.
N thts wht I do,
I get dwn @ Sanpada n thn @ Belapur smiling n satisfied with the way the day started,
Praying to God to gimme strength to channel @least one mind my way…..

Anushree H. K.

Oops!! I've been absent for a long time... :(

Hey Guys..

All you there!! I know I have been absent for a long time now & I know thts pathetic. How can some1 be away from her own blog for as long as an year!!

Anyway.. Here's a new year and a fresh start with brand new resolutions.

I am gonna start blogging again and will try to post something every alternate day.

For the first day after almost a year,

Munch on this,
This is something I made recently. I wished I could set a tune for this one. I want to really make this a full fledged song.

This song is for all you guys n gals out there who wish to be left alone (almost everytime to want the world bak).. :)

Lemme live my life my own way,
Don’t fuss about, Dnt temme what to do and when to do and how to do and why to do,
Don’t mess with me, don’t come my way,
Lemme do it my own way coz m a bird n I wanna fly n I wanna scream and I wanna love and I wanna dream n I wanna stay alive and then survive in my own way…

Lemme just a breathe a lil, Lemme own myself awhile,
Lemme dance to my tunes, Lemme cry and then agn give a try…
Coz I am not ready to get smothered this way n m not ready to be bothered this way
With your hopes and dreams, with your world and life,
And I am not ready to take it the way you want me to.
I am not a mat and I am not a rat and I am not a slave and I am not a brat.
I am just a girl and I am just so human and I wanna fly and breathe a lil.
I just wanna drown in the sun so bright, in the wild light and in the pale moonlight,
Lemme just bring some life to my life so dry, lemme just drink my passion,

Lemme just fly so high and Lemme just lemme try and lemme just give some love to me.
Lemme just dream a dream and lemme just sing a song n lemme just dance a dance, just lemme free…..(2)

So far I have done what you wanted me to, I have cried but you never saw,
I have hurt myself but you weren’t bothered, I have broken in front of you but you never thought,
It was fine for you as long as I was doing what you wanted me to.
It was fine for you coz I am not you.
I’ve been thrown away and I’ve been torn apart and I’ve been throttled and murdered numerous times.
I’ve lost a lot and I’ve forgotten things and I’ve given up again, numerous times.
But I keep living and I keep giving but you never saw.
Your eyes r closed, and they’re so, so far, you cnt see me anymre getting torn apart.
What am I, Who am I, Why am I, How am I?
There is no, no answer for anything, anytime.
I live here with my fears, with my broken dreams and my shattered heart.
I am trying to mend my mind, And I am trying to mend my life,
I am trying to get back the art, I am trying to get back the voice,
I am trying to love me.

So now,
Lemme just fly so high and Lemme just lemme try and lemme just give some love to me.
Lemme just dream a dream and lemme just sing a song n lemme just dance a dance, just lemme free…..(2)

India keeps shocking me every new day....

I was glancing through the pages of a newspaper the other day, when I stumbled upon a headline that read, "They erected a set worth 9 lakh rupees. And burnt it." I just couldn't stop thinking. Was this worth it? Do the TRP's of a show depend on what amount of bucks are spent over constructing one set? Moreover, what amused me even more was these people burnt 9 lakh rupes to ashes knowing that the same 9 lakh rupees could have given a new life to hundreds out there. One more thing that intrigued me was the fact that all this glitz and glamour consistently happens to be in Indian Television. I understand the need of glamour but I just dont reckon that a set worth rupees 9 lakh was needed just to add a glamour quotient what with the whopping amount that is already being spent on the costumes, jewellery and make-up of the "so-called" actors and actresses of these daily soaps.

I don't think this has ever happened with international chart buster serials(daily series) what with series like F.R.I.E.N.D.S, The OC, SEINFELD, SIMPSONS etc. are reigning for years without any larger-than-life characters. Which character do we relate the most? Tulsi of Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi or Rachel of F.R.I.E.N.D.S? Who do we think is more a woman of today? I am not trying to advocate international stuff over desi things. I am relating both so that we take what is good without copying and realise that the need of the day are characters that we ourselves could go about understanding. People are tired of seeing people cry, That happens on a daily basis in one's real life. Reel life is expected to be a bit more simpler, understandeable and sensible not forgetting entertaining. I suggest instead of spending those 9 lakh rupees over one soon-to-be-burnt set, if you had only spent them showing us the plight of people who are being rammed down on the pavement by rash driversit wuold have been more fruitful. Or probably how about giving a way those ready-to-be-burnt 9 lakhs to those slum-dwellers??

ANU

Maaze Gaaneee....

In Marathi, coz I am a proud Maharashtrian

Kadhi zaley swapna vedi,
Kay zaley nahi thav,
Kadhi haravle majhya,
Swapna madhle te gaav....

Kadhi haravlya vaata,
Ani sodlya me aasha,
Kadhi punha aas dharli,
Door kelya me niraashaa....

Kadhi lotlaa andhar,
Kadhi saarey sunna zaaley,
Kadhi kalokha madhe hi,
Ek chandane hasale....

Punha ubhi rahuni mee,
Chadhu lagley ha ghaat,
Ek sarli ni dusri,
Suru zali vadalvaat...

(Translation) For my english and hindi counterparts,
I dont know when I lost myself in my dreams,
I dont know what happened,
I dont know when I lost the village in my dreams...

I got lost in the roads sometimes,
And then I became so hopeless,
And then again I enlightened myself,
And heaved away the hopelessness.....

There was a time when everything darkened and nothing could be seen,
Everything was silent and haunting,
But there was also a time when in the same darkness,
There lit a star, high up in the night sky...

I stand up again,
To tread this winding road,
One stormy lane has just ended,
And here I am facing the next one.

what do you think abt this??

Guys!!

You all might have heard this one if you people watched "Lage Raho Munnabhai"..

Shaher ki es daud me daud ke karna kya hai?
Jab yehi jeena hai dosto to phir marna kya hai?
Paheli barish me train late hone ki fikr hai
Bhul gaye bhigte hue tahelna kya hai?
Serails ke kirdaaro ka saara haal hai malum
par maa ka haal puchhne ki fursat kise hai?
Ab ret pe nage pao tahelte kyu nahi?
108 hai chanel phir dil bahelte kyu nahi?
Internet ki duniya ke to touch me hai,
lekin pados me kon raheta hai jaante tak nahi.
Mobile, Landline sab ki bharmaar hai,
Lekin jigri dost tak pahuche aise taar kaha hai?
Kab dubte hue suraj ko dekha tha yaad hai?
Kab jaana tha shaam ka woh banana kya hai?
To Dosto Shaher ki es daud me daud ke karna kya hai
Jab yahi jeena hai to phir Marna kya hai?


Isn't it so true?

What do you ppl think abt it?

You also might have no time to think abt yourself,be in touch with ur loved ones, try out stuff that u always wanted to? If you have ne such thing u want to do desperately becoz of some constraint, y not share it out here?

Waiting for ur responses guys!!!

CHeers,

Anu

Interpret this one they way you want to.......

Hey guys...

Come on now...

We need to make this interactive, isn't it?

I m putting a thought I just read over here...And I hope all the people who come here would respond...

The thought goes like this-

"The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are screaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun....."

Come on now, Discussions are welcome as alwayz....How do you interpret this one?

Cheers,
Anu..........

Teach and Learn.....That's what I call LIFE.....

Hey Guys n Gals!!!!

Sometimes its so difficult to avoid feeling hurt, even if what hurt you was a very small incident. See the irony of life - What we love THE most, hurts most, makes us cry the most although that's the only thing/person who can bring us happiness. Huh!!! That's a tough one.

Life sometimes makes us cynical of all things we believed in till we were hurt. For e.g. When one is hurt by love he thinks n re-thinks hundred times before saying "I Love You" to someone else again. He/She doesn't remain sure of himself. He/She stops trusting people.He/She refuses to beliebe in good luck. All this as a cost of one broken relationship. They say it takes years to build a relation but not even a moment to break it. One shot of distrust and the relation and the people involved all shattered into pieces. We try and mend it and
another blow. How do we stand up amidst all this?

"A successful person is the one who lays a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him".

Well.....Thats how we stand up. Ever heard of phoenix?? Its a mythological bird which is said to be reborn from his ashes. Guess what this represents? Us, Humans. This is how one needs to stand tall. Broken doesn't mean something that cannot be mended. We need to stand up from our own ashes. And grow up to become even more stronger. Never ever regret decisions that you take. Coz good or bad, they taught you the rightmost things you wont have ever learned had you not taken them. Say thanks to God, yes, but say thanks also to those who came and left your life on THE RIGHT TIME. You learnt your lessons from them. Dont hold grudges. They only make you negative. Learn from situations, dont keep cribbing over them. Just remember. You need to learn and teach.

"The greatest of teachers are those who themselves are the best of learners."

Cheers,
Anu...........