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People.

naiksaneet — Wed, 25 May 2011 19:07:19 +0000

As people walk into your life, at times you know in a flash that they are going to strike a chord with you in some cardinal way. They enter your life for a reason. To teach you to love, hate, to help you figure out who you really want to achieve in life, to give you company when you have no one. These people could be anyone. Your benchmate at college, colleague at work, your soulmate, a stranger you co-incidently happened to meet.

Some stay, some depart. Some leave scars while some leave pleasant memories.Then there are a few who make you dance while some would awaken us to a new understanding by passing on some wisdom.

Everyone here is scripting their own journey. But without meeting certain people this journey would be incomplete. Not in the sense that all of these people would complete you but rather some of the most important lessons in life would never be learnt without them.

At first you might feel that the things that happens to you are the cruelest that can happen to anyone. But if you contemplate you would know that you might have never realised your true potential, your weakness, your self without the people who leave a scar on you. After all life is not like a semester paper with a truck load of questions fired at you at once but like small daily assignments that you learn upon as you progress.

And yes, finally, there is one who makes star gazing ever so wonderful and you wish you could hug him/her the first thing in the morning. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. Probably these are the ones that teach you the most important experiences in life.

And finally I would like to add that this is your life, do what yo really want to do. Quit things you dislike or atleast make an attempt to. If you start doing the things that you love then you will most definately find your love on the same road waiting for you.

P.S. I am no evangelist and do not intend to be one.

Just a Wish…

naiksaneet — Mon, 23 May 2011 18:05:08 +0000

Summer jaunt to Mumbai.

naiksaneet — Sun, 22 May 2011 16:10:19 +0000

To put it up in a few & simple words. The plan was simple. Meet up with Pearl. Thats it. Had been a year since I had met my buddy last. The initial talks and rough schedules were chalked in late March and the ticket booked early April. With the return back to Goa (Mode & Day) not finalized I boarded the Mandovi Express.

The journey saw me reaching the end of Jack London’s “White Fang” (almost, 2 chaps left) and staring out of the windowpane time and time again. It would have been an ordinary journey hadnt a person so special to me made the efforts to meet me. It felt so special.

From then on the entire trip was good. At times I did feel like a messenger spreading love across two states. Met Shailesh at Dadar. One of the most amiable people I have come across till date.

My first travel through a Mumbai Local. I got my self a 2nd class ticket only to see human hands clinging on to the handles in the train and their bodies dangling out. The hands were many and the handles few. People jostling their way in and out of the local train. I took a good look at my self. One body, One DSLR, One shoulder bag and one trolley bag.Just enough merchandize to get myself kicked out of the 2nd class, I thought. I had to purchase a 1st class ticket so that the train could accomodate my luggage. I reached my cousin’s place at Jogeshwari where i put up for that night and the one to follow.

I woke up the next day with my cell ringing. It was Shailesh calling. If I reached back Goa as the way I wanted to is only because of him. He booked my return ticket to Goa by rail. Thats like “my favorite mode of transport”. Had to collect the train ticket from him from CST so traveled till there with Neha. Met Shailesh at the station and he showed us around. Thanks bro for everything. Went THROUGH the Fashion Street and had a slpendid Butterscotch Falooda at Badshah’s.

Had really nice conversations Neha and Nishita. Got to know my cousins better.

The next day, the schedule wa fixed. Roam around Andheri and lunch with Pearl and dinner with her friends along. I still remember the time you first told me about them. Only wish tupi was around.Would have had a blast of a time. Met up with pearl at Infiniti Mall where she totally failed to recognise me. :@ :@ And then she was like “Oh! My God!! “

Yeay! Finally two buddies together and lots to talk about but didnt know where to start. hehe. She spots the DSLR in his hand and its all over. Click Click Click Click! From noon till midnight. We did a little shopping and went separate ways only to meet up again for dinner the same late evening. It was fun, like crazy fun being with Bunkim, Abhishek and Sonel (and ofcourse Pearl). “Aadha hi laya kya??” is still very fresh in my head.. LOL.. By the way dear, thanks for the Easter egg. Switched from one restuarant to the other to have a proper dinner. Finally had something very decent at Pop Tate’s. After dinner we went our separate ways and the following day early morning I departed to Goa.

Carried back a million memories, zipped and forever etched into my heart. 22-23-24-25 — April — 2011

Visual

naiksaneet — Fri, 20 May 2011 10:05:46 +0000

“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”

Found it here

Just…

naiksaneet — Sat, 18 Dec 2010 17:19:02 +0000

Having just the kind of feeling as a traveller would have at the sight of water in a desert.. No no, I haven’t been traveling or touring places nor intend to do so in the coming few weeks.

I have somehow managed to abstain myself from a machine that is so close to my heart. As a matter of fact, it is supposed to be close to my eyes and hands too. It aids in making me stand on my feet (not literally). It grips me when I am working on my code so in a way, keeps my brain active too. And since I have to go to my office to do all this, it keeps me healthy by means of regular small walks before and after office hours. Sometimes attending meetings where active exchange of ideas take place, it helps me to know the level at which the top officials think or have to.

With all this presently being in the passive state, I realized how important this one machine is in my life.

This whole thing kind of recoiled me. A transition. Back to writing letters, reading newspapers more than the news from the internet, back to jogging early morning and late evenings to keep those bones fine. Routine has changed its form. But nonetheless it is a routine again. Its like a substitute for the things which happened at the rate of clicks, sub-consciously, without any extra efforts.

Ah yes, I completed reading Ayn Rand‘s legendary classic – The Fountainhead. It is a profound book.

Some of the quotes from the same

“It stands to reason that where there’s sacrifice, there’s someone collecting sacrificial offerings. Where there’s service, there’s someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.”

“Kill reverence and you’ve killed the hero in man.”

“Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received–hatred. The great creators–the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors–stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The first airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.”

“I can accept anything, except what seems to be the easiest for most people: the half-way, the almost, the just-about, the in-between.”

Road Not Taken

naiksaneet — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 16:26:43 +0000

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

–Robert Frost

Thanks to Spiffer

Run for Peace?

naiksaneet — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 06:38:56 +0000

Early this morning I was on my to office on my scooter. The ride was very steady till the end of the new bypass highway at Agassaim.
Just at the end of the bypass where it joins the main highway, there was a traffic congestion and me being far down the line could only see some police officials trying their very best to contain it.
I somehow managed to make my way to the front by crisscrossing through the vehicles only to see that some king of marathon called “Run for Peace” being exercised. If my guess goes right, the marathon was for school children who were running to the finish line.
Good initiative I thought(Even though I dont know how running like this will remotely help in Peace). That aside, if someone could explain to me, How safe is running on a National Highway? And that too the stretch from Aggasiam to Bambolim via Siridao.

Some of them were happily chatting and walking, some were jogging and a handful seriously going about the marathon.
This is not an issue. The issue was, everyone running parallely in a batch of 3 or 4!! High possiblity of anyone getting knocked off by a vehicle. And since these children were running on the left hand side of the road, none of them would have any idea of vehicles approaching from behind.

And the lastly, there were stalls on the way distributing Mineral Water and Glucon-D to the participants. Very fine. But the same were seen littered on the Highway (along the side/on the middle of the road). Since i was commuting I dont know if the organising authorities have had measures to clean it all up. Hope that they had. Else I see No point in running for Peace at the cost of environment.
It gives a feel that we want ourselves to be in the comfort zone at any cost.

And to end this, I thought, just a thought that is, that such marathons should be organised broad highways or where there is less traffic. Putting a life at risk for peace is also I think, not desired.

World, when my eyelids unite – I

naiksaneet — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 17:28:47 +0000

For some god damn reason I have to board a train to reach some XYZ destination (cant recollect). So I am all set to board this train. But yeah, not from any railway station but by jumping off an overbridge onto the train. (I very well recollect asking myself in the dream whether it was necessary to do it this way because I had the cash to buy a ticket)

But I have company. Apparently there is whole group of people who share a similar mindset like mine. And in this whole saga, some dumb bloke blocked me off and I didnt get to jump on the train.

Then I start fighting off this chap and beat him up. But then, this chap has 2-3 friends who charge towards me with sticks to beat me out. And then I had limited resources. I was neither a bollywood ka actor nor Rajnikanth. So i had to run for my life.

Run?? not exactly. I suddenly realise I have this pack of rockets tied to my back. I activate them and fly off. (:) so happy I was). But we live in a democratic country. Equal rights and all.. I think thats the reason these blokes also had rockets. So there they were chasing me..

( Darn!! Cant the world be unfair in my favor even in my dream?? )

N yea, thats it.. Dream over.. Cellphone beeps… One message received

Hope the chase continues someday.

(P.S. I think I was spaceman spiff )

Silence..

naiksaneet — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 16:24:59 +0000

He was seated by the window and clinging to a cup of coffee. The window overlooked a local street and a beautifully moonlit hill. The streets though were partially dark and all the more filled with void. An occasional vehicle would pass and lit up the street and make the potholes and the dirt on them more visible.

The sky in front was magnificently lit. He loved starry nights but tonight wasn’t going to be one. He felt so open, so vulnerable, so insecure. May be thats the reason why he always loved the dark. The silence..

“Sometimes, it nice to be in the dark. Not to be known fully. To let a certain part of you unlit. To wait patiently for that someone who would hold you close when you are at the wrong end of things.” he thought.

Parting Ways..

naiksaneet — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 12:52:59 +0000

Colony friend, spiffing mate, God friend… shes been all..

Got all those golden memories of winter morning walks talking about CnH, guttu and most importantly the facebook updates to share once we reach home.

The occasional morning walks then became more regular from where it branched off to the table-tennis games. I remember beating her the first and the last time we played.. he he… And all the time in between, yes, i lost them all… Your chances of winning are slim when your opponent is GOD..

Eventually, we became COFFEER buddies… Breaking Hearts over Coffee on Sundays and sometimes Thursdays… ;-)

Wishes Bubblez all the luck as she heads North. Take Care buddy, See you soon…. SPIFFER is still on..

P.S. Sort of a testimony this, who the hell uses ORKUT now… Thats why it is on my blog..