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Just read a mail on earth hour initiatives promoted by NITIE..and then my wierdly fertile mind yielded out some deviant and strange thoughts which i cant hold back ..so lemme scribble them and trouble you :)                                                            SCARE THEM Go green,Green Building, Save the earth,talk and walk, eco friendly products..eco  this…eco that..earth this ..earth that …OMG OMG !! All these activities – YES  but are any of these pushing anyone to repair the ever leaking or rather ever flowing tap in shiroli,a small village in India ? and I am pretty sure there must be thousands and millions taps like these in the world. Are any of these initiatives pushing Ms Tina in Hiranandani complex to stop using superfluous amount of water while bathing ? Are any of these initiatives pushing meee to switch off the lights at night before sleeping ? BIG NO ! These initiatives are absolutely fine ! But absolutely NOT ENOUGH !! All these activities are perceived as tasks,

You have no clue how much elated i am to post this after such a loooooonnnnggg time. You have no idea how much my hanky got wet when i pressed the edit post button I am bacccckkkkk !!! I have manny things to post about ..Mumbai,my lost mobile, the local, my classmates, my exams, my teachers,emotions and many more ...but hold on your horses . Lemme post what i feel strongly now :) Again a disclaimer ..its not a poem  n neither a prose i dont know what it is ..n dont ask me i wont be able to. Dont try to find the rhyme scheme ...there isnt any :) With horizon in my eyes Spreading my wings Taking a leap I wanna fly high Looking down at the earth I wanna laugh at my past Taking a turn then I wanna get lost Soaring in the sky Over the unknown sea I wanna befriend the waves And make lotta noise Then succumbing to the gravity With speed I wanna fall Getiing hit by the breeze I wanna get tired Then Sitting at the coast Listening to the splash Feeling the cold breeze I wanna feel

This post is regarding a lecture @ Welingkar's foundation fortnight.So I apologise to my non Welingkar readers if they are not able to connect :( “Don’t miss Moradian Sir’s session! He will make you forget to go to the loo!!” said one of our seniors one day “Since then I had been eager to see who and how this Moradian fellow was ! I waited n waited to hear his name in next days speaker’s list. After the long wait on second last day of the fortnight they announced his name.I was super delighted…then they announced the time..8.30 -2.30..”Wahttt !!” I thought “Never ever sat in one place..for that loooong ..and that too on a Sunday!!”I panicked silently..feeling sad for my but*s :) But you see..'sala I had no CHOICE  na :) :)' Next day when we entered the auditorium, the fair Parsi* was setting up his laptop.He was ½ n hr ahead of his time. The scene was like the guest speaker was welcoming the audience :) When laptop was checked..presentation was checked …very neat

Guys before you start reading the actual post let me clarify some things... I absolutely have no idea why i am writing this post I also dont know who told me to write it then I dont feel that anybody will understand what i have written... In case if anybody does....lucky you ..you will be eligible to apply in NSA (National Security Agency, America) to crack those mysterious codes ;) lol. Guys, Its neither a poetry nor a prose...i dont know what it is Maybe it is my mind's lingo.... I know i am sounding insane but i cant stop my mind from thinking n ya.....please dont unfollow me after reading this insane post...it sometimes happens to the wierd inside me :) so bear with me this time n here i go......                                                             From NO to YES Woman of substance u think are you ? I shouted quietly n asked myself once... Being surprised as to why on earth the question asked i waited for myself ...as getting an answer was not at all an

One dear friend, some days ago said ‘You know what,I am going to call Mumbai as Bombay’ .I produced a fake smile(awkward discussion) and said ‘Ya sure u can! Bombay sounds much cooler !!’.’Oh nooo’ he said ‘Its not the question of acoustics.. i’ll do this with a purpose to hurt some elements in the society..” Now,me being in a mortal body,bound by stupid manmade boundries,and a certain instilled emotion called ‘feeling of belonging’ for a particular state(Maharashtra) made me feel a bit gloomy. But then he quoted some facts and I was left with “AGREED BOSS..YOU CAN !!” The facts were… • Mumbai were soggy,desease-prone,deserted,wastelands and of no ones interest. • First they were possessed by Sultan of Gujarat..he dint want them and passed these soggy islands to the Portuguese. • The Portuguese dint want them either ..so they gifted these islands to the British. • The British were not that interested so they passed them on to East India Company. • Parsees,Gujratis,Suratis

I read two axioms today... 1. A woman dresses up to impress men. 2. A woman’s wardrobe is characterized by pinks and floral prints. Read them again ... Firstly do you agree to the two ? If you dont, then read furthur... Secondly just think what u can derive after you combine these two ??? If you cant then read furthur .... As you aaaalll know that I have a bad habit to think over any crap,I thought over these two axioms and came up with an interesting analysis.... Axiom1 Women dresses up to impress men. As for me, currently this axiom is a holy shit as I never wear anything to impress anyone!!! But, But,But  if I think generically this cliché  is absolutely TRUE . I remember my aunt saying once while buying a saree “Owww! I like this this color but your uncle doesn’t :(  so I wont opt for  this one” One of my roommate once said “I know, I wear this top like a thousand times !!Actually I hate it but my boyfriend loves it “  and everytime I shouted mutely …“Hellow ladies .

Now I know after reading the title,most of you must have scrolled down to see the photos …Well If you haven’t, then hats off to your patience !! Now don’t scroll to see OK.Let me explain…. When I say weekends, its always about sleeping more,exercising more, shopping,fighting over Sunday times with d roomies,watching dozens of movies ,cooking food at home and reading quarter or half a novel… But this weekend was quite different..Quite quite quite different ..Since I work as a content writer for Art Of Living website I got a golden opportunity to visit Chimbli, a small village near Pune and and write a report on it.It was an experience of a lifetime to listen to the joys and sorrows of those innocent and sauve villagers.It was wonderful to know their lifestyle .It was great to come out of the goodie goodie urban lifestyle and be among those villagers ..understanding their work, listening to their grievances and getting connected to the roots (India is a land of villages.) Life