Kasturi's Blog

Oh Fissssh ! Nooo ! Our bus was in the middle of traffic jam !! Just 10 mins more and I would’ve seen myself sipping coffee at home but hell.. this traffic ! Past 35 mins, parking myself on the middle seat of the last row of the 8 pm bus I had been cursing ….. •The civil engineer who constructed the road which made our bus bounce like a ball •My neighbors on either sides who were competing b/w themselves to squeeze me like a lemon. •The heat in the air which made me feel like a potato in the cooker •The radio in the bus which played the song “Panchi banu Udti phiru mast gagan mein..” ( Errrrrr ..how I felt like hammering it till the springs in it sound ..DWAIING DWAIING :) ) •The Indian population who managed to own so many vehicles which caused the traffic jam. (I bet Mr.Ratan would’ve never thought of the NANO if he would’ve been in my place ). •Lastly …I was cursing myself for the reason that I was cursing others . Before things got worse and I started cursing GOD fo

I was told to describe the monuments that came in the way from one famous place to other..but I chose to describe the monuments which came in the way from Nasik's Bust stand to my home..(they are famous places for me :) and the monuments are very close to my heart :) ) So here I go... The horrifying BUS STAND After the patience-testing 5 hour boring journey (Pune-Nasik) I lay my tiny feet on Nasik’s bus stand . Its not a horrid one, but it horrifies me so I scoot out from there as fast as I can, coz the only memory associated with it is how in 5th Std I had slipped over a banana peel and had safely landed flat on the ground in the sea of PAAN spit . And then I remember…. How my father had spent crores and crores of rupees on the bisleri bottles to wash me instantly (We still are repaying that debt ) How I had dehydrated myself and increased the noise pollution by crying. How my mom had struggled for days together to wash off the mosaics of Paan stains from my frock.(Yes I

Just today…. i read “Your Thoughts get converted into Reality..So dream BIG” and a shiver ran down ma spine ! I was terrified and petrified for if it turns true, then for sure, my future… is endangered !! Why ???Go on..read furthur. Yes …….I know there are goals …there is passion …and one should dream big.  n for that matter I also have them …I also posses one ..and …I practice it. But,But at times…holes appear in my goals :)..My passion goes for a tos n I cant help dreaming smaller :)     I don’t know whether it happens to everybody or not…but ..this happens to me very frequently (I know 'very frequently' is wrong but  the word ‘very’ is there to show the intensity of the frequency :) so carry on …   To give you some instances when my dreams attenuate .... Recently …while watchin Fedrer-Nadal Australian Open final …   I din’t dream that i should be in the vvip box watching the match…neither did I see myself in Fedrer’s girlfriend’s place (Can any one tell me he

One fine day a small little girl (me) of 10 takes  the utensils in the house and starts playing them like a tabla. An ideal mom (my mom) sees that as an interest and puts her in the tabla class with  great dream of seeing her as a great tabla percussionist. The girl attends the class .. without knowing whats passion of music. She reguarly attends the class ..does no riyaz ..practices tabla only when moms scolds or mom forces or only when exams are near..gives five exams and one fine day without any regret ...leaves the class and feels absolutely nothing. For the next 4-5 years Tabla is out of her life..She is off to a different city busy with her academics..with exams. THE TABLA WAITS... One fine day she listens to a  classical concert in the college  and tears roll down her eyes. She realizes what a treasure she has with her. She realizes ...what great opportunity she has missed ...not everyone gets a chance to learn an instrument. But academic responsibility,expectations overc

Being a Tom boy , rarely when I tell my collegues “that Guy is  nice na ..or he’s cool na ”they stare at me with appreciation and say Hmmm“ D Girl’s Improving !!” But people today..i declare i am in love with him..Madly in lov e with him :) So here goes…for what I feel.   4 years has real been a long time dear, But nw my feeling 4 you have bcome crystal clear.  I can surely tell you that its not your success or money, But I can’t tell you what exactly I look in you honey. You win or you loose I don’t care, But my love will always be there 4 you, I do swear. Unlike millions, I watched you from a distance and observed your every move and stance, for sure, this love has been tough and is not a matter of luck by chance. I know there were and will be many like you, But I dint or will not love them as I love YOU. I very well know that you are married, But my feelings for you cannot be buried. I also know that soon you are going to be dad, But that doesn’t make me

Ya.. I know that hardwork goes in for preparation for CAT and all those mba entrances n I am ready to slash my butter...but preparing for the exams is not an easy task ..at least not after leaving the job at hand.There are so many thoughts which interfere in the midst of all those mathemtical calculations and gramatical rules .Sometimes they are the anxiety of future.Sometimes its about the lonelyness in the room around.Sometimes its about the view of the goal.Sometimes its about the stupid fights and arguements with the family members and sometimes its like a blank filled with vacuum of melancholy. Sometimes the thoughts made me MAD...It was really very essential to divert those thoughts ..so I thought why not just jot them down....and get rid of them at once. But to jot them down in form of words made me think of them more ..and was time consming as well......so i decided to use ms-paint and let and let my mind flow..so heres the way my mind flowed........ ITS A LONG LONG WAY

Hi guys, Found this bell interesting ... The picture is clicked with a very artistic view revealing certain details and hiding certain details. but something more caught me. The initials written on the bell are very very special to me. Since I am one of the tiny followers of Sri Sri Ravishankarji ...... S. S. R stands for nothing other than him . I just couldnt think of anyone or anything else... so indeed..He is there everywhere. I always experience him in the sound of music ..so this bell in indeed near and dear to me :) Jai Gurudev :)