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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 09:16:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>S'Lee</title><description /><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Supersayali" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="supersayali" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-1199272443870663298</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-13T04:34:12.208-08:00</atom:updated><title>माझ्या जुन्या घरी</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uygq7woybCc/Tr-z-vZVwkI/AAAAAAAAPeQ/UWCNYMTfiPM/s1600/24072010212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uygq7woybCc/Tr-z-vZVwkI/AAAAAAAAPeQ/UWCNYMTfiPM/s400/24072010212.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;माझ्या जुन्या घरी जाऊन आले मी आज...&lt;br /&gt;
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आता तिथे कुणी नवीन लोक राहतात... पण हा सगळ्या जगाचा गैरसमज आहे.... :)&lt;br /&gt;
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कारण मी गेले तेव्हा ज्या दारात , पायऱ्यांवर बसून मी आणि माझी बहिण भातुकली , "बाई -बाई " खेळायचो त्या दाराने खुणावलं मला ...&lt;br /&gt;
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'किती दिवसांनी येतेस...मला वाटलं ह्या घराशिवाय कशी राहशील...आज ४ महिन्याने आलीस...ये .. '&lt;br /&gt;
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माझी कुठलीही मैत्रीण तिच्या घरी जायला निघाली की ह्याच दारात मी उभी राहून तासनतास निरोप देत राहायचे...&lt;br /&gt;
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नकळत हसायला आलं...आईची हाक सुद्धा ऐकू आली.. 'अगं कितीवेळ दारात गप्पा मारताय ...आत या..' :)&lt;br /&gt;
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मग गेले आत...&lt;br /&gt;
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सवयीच्या ठिकाणी ना आमचा पलंग होता , ना चप्पल stand ,ना घरी येताच स्वयंपाक घरातून बाहेर डोकावणारी आई ... ( आणि कुणी ओरडलं सुद्धा नाही ... चप्पल आत टाक ) &lt;br /&gt;
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पण माझी खिडकी होती तशीच.. :) तिच्या समोर ऐटीत डोलणारी कडूनिंबाची फांदी.. बागेत अवाच्यासवा वाढलेला कडीपत्ता ... तशीच मंद झुळूक , तशीच हवीहवीशी सकाळ...&lt;br /&gt;
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पुढच्या एक मिनिटात मी अनेक वर्ष मागे गेले... कधी ह्याच खिडकीत परीक्षेची शेवटची उजळणी...कधी बाबा ओरडले तर बाहेर बघत रडणं...कधी गाणी ऐकत एकटक बाहेर बघणं ...कधी धो धो कोसळणारा पाउस... आणि पावसाच्या दुसर्या दिवशी अधिकच सुंदर दिसणारी अर्धी भिजलेली झाडं... :)&lt;br /&gt;
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त्याच खिडकीत बसून दूर चालत येणारे बाबा ...आणि 'बाबा' अशी जोरात हाक मारत कोण आधी पोचतंय अशी शर्यत लावणाऱ्या आम्ही दोघी बहिणी ...जाणाऱ्या पाहुण्यांना 'टाटा' करायची हीच खिडकी..आणि कोण आलय हे बघायची सुद्धा तीच...&lt;br /&gt;
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स्वयंपाक घरातून आईच्या हातच्या साध्या भाज्यांचे , आमटीचे वास येऊ लागले... :) तेव्हा का बरं हट्ट करायचो आम्ही...पाव भाजी हवी , पिझ्झा हवा...दाबेली हवी...?? &amp;nbsp;तिथेच कडेला दिसली आमची कामवाली ताई ... दीदी म्हणायचो आम्ही तिला... आणि खरच तशीच होती , प्रत्येक दिवशी आमची तेवढीच काळजी...तेवढंच प्रेम... नोकर-मालक हे नातं कधी जमलंच नाही आम्हाला ...आईनं तिचे खूप लाड केले आणि तिने आमचे ... आज तिच्या जागी ती नव्हती आणि आईच्या जागी आई... ह्या खोलीला मी स्वयंपाकघर कस&amp;nbsp;बरं म्हणू... :)&lt;br /&gt;
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आणि मग आमच्या इवल्याश्या घरातला एक कोपरा ...आमची&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;तिसरी खोली....बेडरूम ...ती आमच्या सगळ्यांची होती...आई बाबांची...आमच्या दोघींची...अभ्यासाची...पाहुण्यांची...computer ची.. नव्या जुन्या कपड्यांची...पुस्तकांची...मोठ्ठ्या महालात सुद्धा मावणार नाही इतका सुख , समृद्धी आणि चांगुलपणा भरलेली...&lt;br /&gt;
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कुणाचा राग आलं , काही वाईट झाला की इथेच रडत बसायचे मी एकटी आत... आयुष्यातल्या बर्याच जाणीवा इथेच झाल्या...कळत्या वयात आणि आधीसुद्धा ... आजारी असल की इथेच झोपायचं...घरी कुणी आलं असेल तर अभ्यास इथेच... नवीन कपडे घालून आरश्यासमोर इथेच तयार व्हायचं ...इथले खूप फोटो कुठे असतील आता ? माधुरी दिक्षित , आगरकर , शाहरुख , तेंडूलकर अश्या सगळ्या फोटोंचा पण एक काळ होता... झोपता झोपता त्या फोटोकडे बघत स्वप्नात 'Interview ' देणं... :) &lt;br /&gt;
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५ मिनिटामध्ये बाहेर पडले...पण कोण जाणे किती वर्ष पुन्हा जगली...बऱ्या-वाईट , हसर्या , दुखर्या अश्या किती गोष्टी आणि वर्ष त्या ५ मिनिटामध्ये आठवली ... दारापाशी आले आणि ठरवून टाकलं...नकोच पुन्हा यायला ...किती दुखतं इथे...! &lt;br /&gt;
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चार पावलं चालले ...आणि अंगणात आले... ओळखीची माती ..झाडं , पटांगण , टेकडी आणि शहरीकरणाचा लवलेशही नसलेलं माझ्या घराला सामावून घेणारं fergusson चा आवार (कॅम्पस )... एका झाडामागून लहानपणीची मीच मला भेटले... तर मी गप्पं... ७-८ वर्षाची ती मुलगी मनसोक्त हुंदडत होती... हळूच लपत होती..."ishtopp ' ... असा आवाज झाला आणि हिरमुसली... निरागसपणे जाऊन राज्य घेतलं आणि शोधू लागली...&lt;br /&gt;
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"धप्पा" .... वयानी धप्पा दिला .... माझे डोळे ढगाळले आणि पाय काही हलेना ... "येणार मी परत ... सरळ&amp;nbsp;साधं&amp;nbsp;जगायला आणि निरागसपणे आऊट व्हायला इथे येणार...माझ्या 'जुन्या' घरी..."&lt;br /&gt;
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नवीन लोकं इथे राहतात असा जगाचा गैरसमज आहे...खरंच ... काळाच्या गर्दीत हरवून जाणाऱ्या माझ्या निरागसते सारख्या अनेक गोष्टी अजूनही राहतात तिथे... :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-1199272443870663298?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uygq7woybCc/Tr-z-vZVwkI/AAAAAAAAPeQ/UWCNYMTfiPM/s72-c/24072010212.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-5683779010111009970</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 06:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-09T23:01:24.141-07:00</atom:updated><title>हरवलेली नाती ...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;आठवणींच्या जगात पाय ठेवला आणि ह्यावेळी भेटली ती काही नाती ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;हरवून गेलेली ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;कुणाच्या ह्या जगातून जाण्यामुळे काळाच्या ओघात हरवलेली...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;तर काही गैरसमजामध्ये गुरफटून मला चिडवणारी ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;काही जुन्या गावची... काही जुन्या घरची ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;काही जुळून येण्याआधी निसटून गेलेली .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;काही मी तोडून टाकलेली , आणि काही समोरून नाहीशी झालेली ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;काही सुखावणारी , काही दुखावणारी ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;पण दुखावणारी असली तरी हवीहवीशी ... हसरी दुःखं जशी ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;काही क्षणात जमलेली , आणि काही वर्षानुवर्ष असूनही विरून गेलेली ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;काही आता फक्त आठवणीतच भेटतील अशी ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;आणि काही धूळ झटकून नव्यानी फुलवता येतील अशी ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;काय करावं बरं ? हव्याहव्याश्या हसऱ्या दुख्खांना तसा धुळीतच पडून दयावं ... की नव्या उमेदीने त्यांना आपलंसं करावं ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;हळुवार ,&amp;nbsp; नाजूक नाती तर कायम मनाला आनंद देतीलच ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;पण मनात टोचत राहणाऱ्या ह्या नात्यांचा काय करावं बरं....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;इतकी वर्ष उलटून गेली , मी त्यांना तसंच ठेवून दिला ...गुंता वाढवला...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;आता तोः सोडवणं , त्याला नाव देणं कठीण झालंय. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;एकदा वाटलं , जाऊदेत , कुठे आता पुन्हा .... ती कटकट , ते रुसणं , ती मनधरणी &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;पण मग दिसली काही नाती ... ज्यांनी मला आयुष्य भरभरून जगायला शिकवलं ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ज्यांनी आला दिवस हसून जगायची युक्ती शिकवली ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ज्यांनी निरपेक्ष प्रेम करून तसंच करायला शिकवलं.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_k27e4p="127"&gt;माणूस आहे ... चूक होणारच की... समोरच्याची असो किंवा माझी ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;काळाच्या ओघात प्रसंग पुसट झाले ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;राहिला तोः अहंकार ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;झटकून टाकायला हवा...&amp;nbsp; शोधायला हवं मी , हरवलेल्या नात्यांना ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_k27e4p="130"&gt;एकदा का हा अहंकार गळून पडला की&amp;nbsp; कदाचित ही नाती प्रत्यक्षात उतरतील , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;आठवणींचं जग सोडून वर्तमानात येतील ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;आणि नाहीच आली ... तर ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;मी प्रयत्न केल्याचं समाधान कुणी कसं बरं हिरावून घेईल माझ्यापासून... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-5683779010111009970?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-3433637369533613764</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-25T10:27:52.920-07:00</atom:updated><title>Desi Girl :-)</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_sahftz="123"&gt;A friend forwarded an article written by Chetan Bhagat ... The article was basically about stress levels of Indian women and related analysis. But that pretty much triggered&amp;nbsp; to write this...&lt;/div&gt;So all these years there is a question that haunts me , amuses me , pauses me and what not ! What does it take to be "Ideal" or "Sensible" or rather "Acceptable" woman in my country ... ?&lt;br /&gt;
I love putting my thoughts through the a few imaginary (?!!) conversations and I will do the same this time! Would love to read the comments and views by rational men and women !! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: Hush , I am tired! &lt;br /&gt;
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Aai: Il make you some tea (mom is back home generally by 630)&lt;br /&gt;
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Me : han , will love it...&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: I am so hungry...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aai : come help me , you make some rotis and I will do the rest..&lt;br /&gt;
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Me : Rotis...no m tired .. I will make daal and rice... please&lt;br /&gt;
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Aai : What will you do once you get married ? This is not acceptable . I was 21 when I was pregnant with you. You know I too worked . Look at you. Once you are married how will you manage ? I am really worried.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me : Mom I know all this...This might be the 16785th time ..&lt;br /&gt;
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Aai : This is not a joke. You need to seriously manage this now. Education , job and related things is fine but as a woman you need to look after family , house and other things too.(Then comes her fav dialogue) . You were best outgoing student of your college , but thats in past. You should be best incoming family member in a new family . Thats important for rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me : Aai , What is your definition of or criteria to be a good wife !&lt;br /&gt;
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Aai : You should be able to balance. &lt;br /&gt;
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Me : Balance means ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Aai : You will have to be good at work but at the same time cook for your family , keep your house clean , look after every member of family , be active and helpful in family functions and events and (She continued )&lt;br /&gt;
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Me : But Aai , So where are my hobbies in picture ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Aai : Hobbies will be there in ur free time (Where is the free time ???)&lt;br /&gt;
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ME : hmm , I dont agree somehow ... The kind of jobs about 20 years back were different from what we do is what I feel. Aai , Did you feel a constant competition around ? Did you worry every day what will keep me in the job ? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div closure_uid_da34nq="92"&gt;Aai : So our jobs&amp;nbsp;were not really important ;&amp;nbsp;is it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me : No dont even get there , I am just talking about changing times ... M just trying to tell you that its not the same now a days. You need to understand..&lt;br /&gt;
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Aai : I will understand. But what after marriage ? See its my duty to tell you what matters in different phases of life , rest is upto you...&lt;br /&gt;
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B : Aalok. How ru ?&lt;br /&gt;
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A : Nice name , M good , same old job , same old routine. How abt you. Last time we spoke you were pregnant , you started working again ?&lt;br /&gt;
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B : No re... I want to be home till he starts going to school.&lt;br /&gt;
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A : Thats really creditable. &lt;br /&gt;
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B : Ya , We dont want our child to suffer and leave him at day care. I cant even think how people can do that.&lt;br /&gt;
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A : Ya , depends , its a personal choice isnt it ?&lt;br /&gt;
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B : I dont think so , All career minded females do that , then why produce babies man!&lt;br /&gt;
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A : (Thinking what to say as A has spent significant time of her life at day care around 20 years back) Well , Id say personal choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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B : Hmm , looks like you want to follow the same path.&lt;br /&gt;
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B : He is 2.5&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div closure_uid_sahftz="154"&gt;B : Lets talk about it when you have a baby. Its easy to say all this. I dont get time for anything !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A : Yea , sure. Chal I will catch you soon . &lt;br /&gt;
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M : So what do you have today for lunch ?&lt;br /&gt;
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F : umm , today my cook dint turn up and I had a meeting at 8 .. So couple of sandwitches...&lt;br /&gt;
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M : Oh so what did your husband do ?&lt;br /&gt;
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M : No way , I cant survive on s/ws , I told my wife that I need a proper lunch , cant do with s/ws...&lt;br /&gt;
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F : I think its fine to adjust for a day or so.. does your wife work..&lt;br /&gt;
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M : No way , I dint want a working girl at all... &lt;br /&gt;
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F : What so wrong with them ? I mean I am a working girl&lt;br /&gt;
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M : Ya but I wanted family life ( Means what !!)&lt;br /&gt;
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M : No , may be ur husband is okay. But I always wanted a wife who will cook for me , will be home and take care of everything ..&lt;br /&gt;
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F : Ya , its great to have a partner who likes it that way. I always wanted to work and wanted a husband who will understand that...Specially after a professional course..&lt;br /&gt;
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M : Meri wife bhi toh Engineer hai aur woh bhi achche college se (My wife is also an engineer and from a good college) But I told her when I met for the first time I want a housewife , working wife is not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div closure_uid_sahftz="155"&gt;M : I really appreciate your husband . How can he survive w/o food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_sahftz="142"&gt;F : ( I am eating food and so will my husband) I really appreciate your wife who can cook for no matter what happens to her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_sahftz="142"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_sahftz="142"&gt;And the list of incidences go on....&lt;/div&gt;I always feel that working / not working , cooking / not cooking and related things are individual choice. &lt;br /&gt;
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1 .One can be very happy looking after family , cooking and not working. Its rational and valid . But does that mean the one who works loves her family less ? Are children not important to her ?&lt;br /&gt;
2. Why are a few words like "Gharelu" , "Careerwali" , "modern" are conveniently used to categorize females ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_sahftz="147"&gt;3. Till about 21 , girls and boys go thru the same routine of education , competition and activities. Then why one fine day a girl is suddenly expected to perform all the duties !!&lt;/div&gt;4. Yes. Females produce and males dont ! :-) No one goes against the nature's laws ! Leave the "Stree Mukti" group out of this ! I personally feel no one needs any "Mukti" club when basics are clear! There are a few things that are meant for guys and girls cant do it and Vice-versa. Yes ! We do understand these facts !&lt;br /&gt;
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5. No , no female in the world can excel in every aspect of life. She needs understanding men (mind you , not just husband) around her to let her be!&lt;br /&gt;
6. There is no rule which says , Men should not cook or share household work. And those who do are not hen-pecked ! They are rational !&lt;br /&gt;
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But all I wanted to say is don't judge and define an ideal woman ! It doesn't exist. It all depends on the family that she comes from and she gets into ! I do not mean to say that we women are all perfect. But most of us try and spend a lot of time to be one ! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_sahftz="152"&gt;We want our husbands to feel happy about the fact that he has a wife who loves him and earns just like him ! Happily cooks for him but sometimes has no energy to even make tea! Is happy baby sitting but expects you to understand that you need look after her "career-break" insecurities ! Wants to be a good mother , good wife but expects a considerable respect at work ! and so on ! :)&lt;/div&gt;To conclude , do not define and discuss "ideal woman" , Just respect and love "your woman" :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-3433637369533613764?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2011/07/desi-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>26</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-8650273280460983038</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2011 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-05T22:39:41.458-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dont touch it Beta , Its India , everything is dirty!</title><description>And so I was standing and waiting for my turn at the immigration @ Mumbai Airport. Thinking about the rain , trees , "marathi" conversations etc etc ....... (significant if you are flying from a desert to India :P)&lt;br /&gt;
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Familiar faces in the line as all of us were in the same flight for last 3 hours...Behind me was a mother of two really really cute kids... They were playing around , observing the queue and one of them touched the steel&amp;nbsp;stand and the belt used to separate the lines...The very Indian mom shouts , &lt;br /&gt;
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"Beta , Do not touch anything here , This is India , Everything is dirty , &amp;nbsp;you will fall sick if you touch this..."&lt;br /&gt;
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Pulls&amp;nbsp; out a tissue (Not even wet) and rubs on his hand ! &lt;br /&gt;
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For the next few minutes I was thinking , hating her and wanting to remind her of a few things... Counter No. 14 , the officer&amp;nbsp;requested and I had to rush...&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not want to sound biased but every place has its positive and negatives for sure. But if a mother (greatest share of upbringing) teaches such things to a kid I am speechless. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am just glad I had upbringing where loving your country , respecting it (no matter wherever works takes you) , using / knowing / applying your own mother tongue was not downmarket ! I can go on and list a thousand good things against ten bad things about my country. But I will not do that . Because respect and affection is something that should come naturally , one can not force it on to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wish I had the power to kick out such&amp;nbsp;people then and there out of the "Dirty" India. I guess even this exercise would improve a lot of things in my country !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sayalee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-8650273280460983038?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-touch-it-beta-its-india-everything.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-7068605266935803217</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 10:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-23T03:20:10.891-07:00</atom:updated><title>PDW , Guess What !</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is a lot said/written/proven about time management... I am not writing this to prove any point but I just want to raise few questions and not directly , Just want to list few experiences/conversations...&lt;br /&gt;
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Conversation between two ladies in a mumbai local.&lt;br /&gt;
A : Do you know what Apeksha is upto ?&lt;br /&gt;
B : Last I know is she changed her job....&lt;br /&gt;
A : Oh I thought you must in touch with her... after all you were together since school...&lt;br /&gt;
B : Absolutely , best buddies...But you know how it is once you get married... &lt;br /&gt;
A : Oh sure, &lt;br /&gt;
B : And Apeksha isnt married as of now..she keeps sending messages , but I ve hardly any time to reply man!&lt;br /&gt;
A : Forwards is it ?&lt;br /&gt;
B : No on mobile , just to say hi hello...But everytime&amp;nbsp; I decide I will reply once M free and then forget abt it...&lt;br /&gt;
A : Oh I see...&lt;br /&gt;
(To reply to a message does not take more than few seconds , even if you reply to 5 SMS s perday it wont take more than 120 seconds , just 2 minutes.. Few seconds to say hi to an old friend , is that expensive ??)&lt;br /&gt;
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A : Do you have a facebook account?&lt;br /&gt;
B : Ya , had created it long back... &lt;br /&gt;
A : Oh kool , let me add you , atleast I can see your pics or visit your profile to see what u upto ! &lt;br /&gt;
B : Ya But I hardly login , I dont know how people get time to check FB...&lt;br /&gt;
A : I think its a personal choice... I am happy to see latest pics of my relatives , friends , their new cars, houses , relocations...makes me feel connected , makes a lot of sense as long as&amp;nbsp; I am not addicted ...&lt;br /&gt;
B : Makes no sense to me, why update ur location and photos , who cares...&lt;br /&gt;
(Its perfectly alright to be socially inactive and keep to yourself but avoid double standards by demeaning people who are fond of it!!! There is nothing wrong or right , and being on FB or not being on FB is in NOWAY related to how "Busy " one is... )&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It is a trend to feel that your are performing well when you are most busy at office/business . I beg to differ... ! "Being Busy" , "I dont have time for anything but work" has nothing to do with how well you perform! It is very obvious to feel if a person is calling you a few times , "God , looks like he / she has no work" !! Why deny , I have thought on these lines&amp;nbsp;if someone close is trying to reach me ... We all need to realize , if someone is trying reach us , means , that person is able to take out time from his routine for you and manage his relations well, unlike you ! :P&lt;br /&gt;
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It is not downmarket to initiate conversations :))&lt;br /&gt;
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I can go on and write thousands of such conversations...&lt;br /&gt;
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But in this fast paced lifestyle , we all really need to sit , relax and think for a few&amp;nbsp; minutes , &lt;br /&gt;
So many people , compromises , incidences, moments&amp;nbsp; have gone into making you , what you are today... ! I was busy all my life only to realize that it did not enrich me a bit... is not what I personally want when I am 60 and I look back ! I d rather be rich in terms of my love , relations and positivity , After all money wont buy me either of it ! &lt;br /&gt;
Ok now&amp;nbsp; , I agree this is turning totally philosophical but it is all about choices and preferences... Its a safe way to end this I guess ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
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By the way , title just meant , Public Display of Work :P&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-7068605266935803217?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2011/06/pdw-guess-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-8241094835705897687</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-27T21:46:59.804-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Past-full Smile :-)</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It is when I left my comfort zone  and moved to another country to start a new life I realize and cherish every  relationship that&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;thought I&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt; had &lt;/span&gt;left behind :-) No , I have not left  anything&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;It &lt;/span&gt;exists and now I am aware ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I do not know whether this happens to everyone  who leaves a comfort zone and moves into a new life but it certainly  happened&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; me. Many things , many people  and many places&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;mean a lot to  me&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; they meant a few months back ! Few  refer to it as "nostalgia" but I refuse ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Frequent contacts on my phone list are now "in  touch on emails" , I keep thinking how the hell did that happen! My car , the  road which I took , place where I had chay , favorite table in office cafeteria  , smile of a colleague in office that made my day is now thing of past. Nothing  new actually , happens to everyone , just everyone ! "Give it some time , you  will be comfortable" , I hear...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Well no ! I do not want to give anytime to forget  it :-) I will be comfortable only if I do not forget it...Each and every  relationship with things that breath and with things which do not breath is not  a thing of past. Deep in my actions and my memories I would love to refer to  them. I would love to know what they are upto. I would love to revisit them few  times( in absence and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;presence ) While  I attach myself to thousand new things and enjoy them fullest I would remember  things which added happiness to me and my surroundings sometime back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No it does not matter to anyone what I do with my  relationships with people and things :-) But give sometime to remember things  which made your day complete&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; few days  back or&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;few years back ... Do not feel  bad about the "H2O" that naturally rolls down ;-) It is fine :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Here is to every memory , every attempt to  memorize that memory And to every mail to the loved ones or a call of few  seconds that brings sunshine And to&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;your  &lt;/span&gt;visits in your dreams to your favorite hang-outs and to everything that  brings a meaningful , bright and "past-ful&lt;span class="778044004-28042011"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;" smile to your life :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-8241094835705897687?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2011/04/past-full-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-8984272008347828799</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2011 09:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-16T02:01:30.383-07:00</atom:updated><title>Inspired!!!</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Here is a small post I just had to pen down... :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Was &amp;nbsp;watching another talk-show (in &amp;nbsp;marathi : that is my mother tongue) ... &amp;nbsp;Mr.Vithal Kamat was being interviewed. Now normally talk-shows are about people from the glamor world so I was really wondering what is the discussion about!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Let me not get into each and every question that was popped !! But I would just like to mention couple &amp;nbsp;questions that were asked and the "Very Inspiring" answers which made me think &amp;nbsp;and act !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Question &lt;/b&gt;: Sir , We have heard that you don't travel by business class and still go for economy , is that true ?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Answer :&lt;/b&gt; Yes , Many banks have invested in the hotels that I am coming up with... I m big because they have trusted me ...I can not use their money for a luxurious lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Fact : It was just not about traveling by business class but this man traveled by train and then took a riksha when Orchid : 5 * hotel was coming up!!!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Question :&lt;/b&gt; Sir , you have traveled all over the world for your business ( Please search for Orchid hotels / Ecotels ) , Is there something that you think should change ?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Answer :&lt;/b&gt; Nice question .. I have been really looking out for a good opportunity to say this... Today I will... We Indians always keep complaining that &amp;nbsp;we are not treated "normally" or respected by citizens of few countries... But let me tell you the fact that what we really need is treat ourselves normally !&lt;br /&gt;
Value yourself if you think others should value you ! The only thing that will make you feel inferior is your confidence which is not up-to the mark !&lt;br /&gt;
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लव्ह लेटर वाचून मला असं वाटलं की जणू काही मला गणितात शंभर मार्क मिळाले ... तू काल जेव्हा सायकल वरून माझा पाठलाग करत होतास तेव्हा मी खूप घाबरले होते ... पण तू हे पत्र मला ओंकारेश्वरच्या पुलावर दिलेस , मी लहानपणापासून त्या देवळात जाते ... &lt;br /&gt;
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मी तुला हे पत्र देईन की नाही माहित नाही , पण तुझं नाव मी सरांना सांगणार नाही ह्यातून तू काय ते समजून घे ... &lt;br /&gt;
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उमजेना, गवसेना... !&lt;br /&gt;
मनाच्या आत, दिशाहीन वाहत,&lt;br /&gt;
दिसेना अन कळेना&lt;br /&gt;
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अर्थ त्याचा कळेना&lt;br /&gt;
माझे स्वतःचे होते जे जे&lt;br /&gt;
हिशोब काही जुळेना !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-3587794744437876452?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2010/06/poemafterages.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-1913626619917708716</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-19T03:12:12.878-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mumbai Local - One Afternoon</title><description>1 : wer did u get this bag from...looks branded&lt;br /&gt;
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1: Super..Next time you go...get one more for me ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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3: (On Mobile) : Kay sangtes? vatlach hota mala kaal...kal jina chadhtana bhadnana aikalich hoti meee...Joshyanchya sunene rang dakhavale akher... tula kasa kalala ? Kay sangtes! tu bai agauch ahes, yein na , ho , sandhayakali...ganpatichya devlabaherach bhetuya..better nahi ka...dev darshan pan hoil ani mug mast gappa maru! Joshi puran...bar chal , station ala vatata...bhetuch&lt;br /&gt;
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5 : (On Mobile) : Pata nahi Aunty , main kabhi nahi travel kiya hai...Abhi ek station gara...ghatkopar...aur kitna dur hai sion...Oh...nahi main left main khadi hun...Ghatkopar left main tha aur right main bhi tha...Oh achcha platform...left main tha shayad...nahi aunty...Sion kahan aayega...han poochti hun...Rikshaw kahan milega...oh thik hai...aur ek station aa gaya...vikroli...utaru ? kyu ? oo...ulta gayee...han aati hun...byee&lt;br /&gt;
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9 : sach main... husband kaise jate hai ?&lt;br /&gt;
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10: nahi re..bus hum dono hai..lekin unko ghar ka khana pasand hai...chal fir kabhi , inka phone hai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-1913626619917708716?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2010/05/mumbai-local-one-afternoon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-5976489923911246277</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T05:08:07.923-08:00</atom:updated><title>Myth , Facts and "Social" Work...!? !...</title><description>I met my school friend the other day! Here is what we shared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I met her in a very posh area in Mumbai , she got down from her car , asked her driver to park it , i struggled to find some space to park my car on my own! :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hey , i cant blve its u! U have changed so much ! You ve put on a bit (m a girl , don't blame me for this!! )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Ya ! sup with u ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : M working with "XYZ" as... (She dint allow me to say a word after that !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Oh...another IT girl...! So amazing perks , hifi office and all ! Do u think u belong to this society ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (M meeting her after 8 years , i don't what to say! ) Dint get u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Nothing yaar! Leave it! U wont understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay , ssup with u ? wat u doing these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : I got married and i stay in Juhu ! I am doing social work ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh that's amazing ... working for any NGO ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : No ya ... i mean not directly , but i participate in "Burn a candle for blast victims" and similar events....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh okay...really nice (I dint mean this at all! what do u get out of burning a candle for blast victims!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Ya , even you can participate , Neways i don't think you IT guys do anything for society...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Umm (Do i tell her we do better things than burning a candle or do i keep my mouth shut!!) Ya...you have a point (With my political correctness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : I know ! You guys earn so much and dunno where to spend... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (A very disgusted smile. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Neways il catch u later , we have meeting about decorating a wall for people in dharavi ... &lt;br /&gt;(She calls her driver and leaves for her meeting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah , take care and keep up ur good work ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two points i want the readers to note and think , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are two things about IT . Myths and Facts . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People like me who contribute rarely to this society need to revisit the fact that we own a lot to this society AND People who are actively involved in "STUPID" and "GLAMOROUS" social work need a reality check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-5976489923911246277?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2009/11/myth-facts-and-social-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-331755671216687094</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T09:58:47.193-07:00</atom:updated><title>Life did it to me...</title><description>I have this sick habit of thinking 24*7 about something or the other ! Most of the times it is about if something , someone or myself were right or wrong ... Or maybe about i could have reacted in a better way , or sometimes consoling myself with "its OK , this is not end of life" ...And yes how can i forget the dreams ! Yes they also are part of this 24*7 thought process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know everybody thinks , maybe not 24*7 but everybody does ! When i look back i realize few days , months or years back i never thot so much ! or maybe i thot after i did \ said something . Somehow everything i say , do , react is planned recently. I not only think about what i have to say but i m ready with possible set of replies too ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime back i dint know how to act political and now i am an expert ! Earlier friendship just happened , now i am so damn careful about it! I loved eating junk food and now every now and then i am damn conscious about it! Earlier i thought there has to be a "happy ending" and now i start thinking with "what will i do if i fail or if this doesn't work ?" ! Small things no more bother me , but accident news about a stranger in newspaper make me cry ! I think someday i will own an "AUDI" but i think sooo much while taking a Rik for long distance!I hate someone in office but i still smile at him\her whenever i see him\her... I somehow do not trust an old frnd and go on sharing my feelings with newest frnd! Even when i am in a very important meeting i keep thinking about when will i sleep today ! :P I know few things are part of my duties but i still avoid doing them just coz i think and decide it doesn't make difference ! I have soo many things and incidences to share but i think this much is sufficient to convey the "confusion" or "thot process' whatever u choose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing is after all this i feel now i am all the more mature :) Now it is not that funny ! I know things like "take it as it comes" , "live the moment" , "Do not regret" and other "gyan" too! :) But somehow i find it easy to use al this when i am supporting loved ones... But when it comes to me this "thought process" bothers me...! God what happened!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking too much sometimes dominates natural instincts is what i feel !But i still love that domination ! I have no reason for that ; actually for many things ! Not that i was not aware that its changing ... I was completely aware.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may think its "artificial" , some may think "so what if u think 24*7" . I do not have answer to why did that happen , How is it helping ! and but i am pretty sure this happens to many of us in our respective lives! I am not sure about the purpose of this blog , lemme confess it here ! But i am loving this terrific graph of my thinking process and just felt like sharing it ! I don't know if u call it "madness" , "maturity" , "nirvana" or whatever ! But yes , Life did it to me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-331755671216687094?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-did-it-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-4225772427033544646</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 10:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T03:21:19.762-07:00</atom:updated><title>Click a Panoramic Snapshot - wikiHow</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Click-a-Panoramic-Snapshot"&gt;Click a Panoramic Snapshot - wikiHow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-4225772427033544646?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2009/06/click-panoramic-snapshot-wikihow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-245256935888872155</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T05:53:08.953-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Quota Question" !</title><description>Today i am writing something which i wanted to write long back... One thing which bothers me a lot in our education system the cast based admission procedure.&lt;br /&gt;      I understand students coming from adverse "ECONOMICAL" background need a special quota.&lt;br /&gt;      I understand students coming from remote villages need a special quota as they do not have enough facilities and infra during their primary education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But everytime i think i fail to understand (I SAY I FAIL TO UNDERSTAND) why a student who learns in the same school i attend , who has each and every facility that i have , who lives in the same type of apartment as mine , who eats what i eat , who has all those luxuries that i have too...HAS A RESERVATION ??? !!!! ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I refers to every individual who doesnt produce any caste certificate to get into a college!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Why why why!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-245256935888872155?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2009/06/quota-question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-7471180678292056760</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 06:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-02T23:57:59.907-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Conversation</title><description>A Conversation ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am chatting on gtalk . I am just goin thru my chat list as always to read status msgs... I see "her" status busy as always!! ;) Its been around 2 years since we spoke. I decide to ping her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey , Busy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She replies after 10-15 mins...Oh ya , busy ;) )&lt;br /&gt;Her : Hey sorry , i was on phone...how ru doin ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I m gud...long time ya! u are so busy these days...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Ya Kinda...I dont get time to catch up with neone ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh..lotta work pressure ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Hmm yeah...Just trying to save my job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :  y so ? i mean recession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : yeah thats one factor...But generally u have to work really hard here ! not like apna India! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : (work hard "here"!!! toh hum log idhar fukat baithate hai ?? :D)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me  : Oh is it...btw am i disturbing u ? so sorry if i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : No ya , im glad u pinged , i never do..i just dont have time man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh np , i understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : hey il just grab a cup of black coffee , brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : ("Coffee" was gud enuf...but mebbe "Black coffee" added "X" Factor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Hey m back , aah coffee is just assom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : is it...i cant even imagine it wo milk ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : See u have to develop a taste for it...u shud come here and try it man , ul love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : (Come here to have black coffee !! :P  Neways!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : yeah ! i shud!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : So hows ur job ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Going good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Why dont u take up an assignment here ? 4 saal india main baithi hai! waste!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Waste kyun ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Are life here is soo good! i dont even feel like coming back man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Kool , good for u...i cant even think of settling thr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: O u nuts! thats coz u ve never experienced it here! life is so easy ... everything is just in place...Life is kool. I remember our college days...so much pollution..that traffic ...cming to college was like hell man! god knows how i spent 4 years of my life in that hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : (OMG , Why the hell i m in touch with her!!)&lt;br /&gt;Me : wat ru saying! i loved college days! submissions , cultural stuff ...i miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : ya , its obvious in ur case...I mean u were so inetersted in all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : ("in my case" !!!! @#$@#$ "All That" !!!! Crap Crap Crap)&lt;br /&gt;Me : yeah mebbe thats why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Han...I toh was waiting  just to get that degree man...and leave india as soon as possible! Im glad now i just come for my visa stuff and chill out in dec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : (wish they did VISA stuff thr itself! ...such people are neways not welcome!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Me : oh ya...i saw ur snaps on orkut ! u had nice time in india...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Ya...i visited a resort in some village near pune...Village was fun man , but i must say such things are good just for  day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : (Village was Fun!! "some" village near pune ...no comments , no comments!)&lt;br /&gt;Me : hmm yeah... (Im almost blank and failing to think of a topic which i can discuss) , So do u plan to settle thr ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Ofcourse!! No doubt! we have "maharashtra mandal" here ...so u know i can catch up with cultural stff and all , so life is quite kool! and parents visit me once in an year ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : (catch up with cultural stuff , i say get lost!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Me : nice ya! ladka wahan ka hi dhundogi kya ! ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Absolutely! Yaar woh senti vala ladka nahi chahiye jo 5 saal baad india lautana chahta hai and all!! kya rakkha hai udhar yaar , i dont understand...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : (Hum jaise Senti Pagal rakkhe hai! )&lt;br /&gt;Me : hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : U shud come her man ! then ul have fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I dont mind visiting all the places or working their for a while , but i want to come back in any case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Oh i c , "sWades" and all!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : That movie is such a boring thing man! documentary abt social issues...! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : (Shut up u freak!)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh u dint like it...Its my fav...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : no i dint...and neways i dont watch hindi movies nemore! they are sick man! i prefer english serials and movies...they are brilliant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : (I am blank , how can sm1 generalize!! )&lt;br /&gt;Me : hmm... I dont really classify them as english or hindi movies! Its just a movie for me! Langauge hardly matters! Neways so wens ur next visit to india?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Im not sure...depends! But this time il def give u call...Its entertaining to listen to a honest deshbhakta like u!! just kidding! :D :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : ( Insult and then use "Just kidding" , "hope u dont mind" ...! Grow Up!!!!!!! PLeasE!)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hehe (I am red !!@!#$) deshbhakta is by default honest my dear ;) Neways (I cant wait to cut this conversation here itself!!!!) Nice talking to u after soo long!! (I wish we dont talk for lonnng now!!! ) U tc , cu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Yep sure , il cu next time i come for visa thingie! Cu!! Kisses to ur sister..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thots : ( keep them with u ! there u need them often ;)  ;) just kidding!!)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sure thing! bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOG OFF !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-7471180678292056760?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-6915032354058912543</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T21:23:24.975-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mad for Mad</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/SbCzPIAaVsI/AAAAAAAAEGY/LTA4NGkjgj8/s1600-h/mad+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/SbCzPIAaVsI/AAAAAAAAEGY/LTA4NGkjgj8/s400/mad+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309941033098434242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was watching Q-sera (Madhuri's song in pukar) and i felt this time i must write about it!&lt;br /&gt;      I am going to make a statement which might create controversy or hurt some people , but all those who know about dance will agree !!! I feel "Madhuri Dixit is the best dancer we have ever had... And nobody ever can reach to her level in future too!!!"&lt;br /&gt;      I have seen dancers who are technically strong , good in expressions , very graceful , with terrific timing ,amazing chemistry with co star! , who use their eyes a brilliantly , who know what type of dance needs what style , But , Unfortunately EXCEPT for her never came across anyone who has all of this and much  more!!!&lt;br /&gt;     There is one quality as a dancer i feel a "good dancer" should have! and thats connecting to the audience and making the dance look really easy when its damn diff and complicated ! And blve me she is a master in this... I am not writing something new i know , just revisiting what all her fans think about her!!!&lt;br /&gt;     To sum up! I stand by my statement abt her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have nothing more than this to write , just wanted to say , NOBODY IS PERFECT , and MADHURI IS NOBODY :)) Love u Mads!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-6915032354058912543?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2009/03/mad-for-mad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/SbCzPIAaVsI/AAAAAAAAEGY/LTA4NGkjgj8/s72-c/mad+3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-3809026739743157079</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 04:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-07T20:55:04.802-08:00</atom:updated><title>SIGNAL...</title><description>Ek divas mi sakali laukar uthale  , :) [ Lekhanatil kahi goshti kalpanik ahet :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tar mi sakali laukar uthale ani majhi bike kadhun nalstop la nighale....Pahila signal lagala deccan cha...Sakali 8 chi vel ani mi pahate tar kay , swachcha kapade ghalun ek MAMA ubha choukat....to hasat suddha hota...ani vinamrapane (-&gt; Munnabhai effect) sagalyanna suchana det hota , MAMA che pot baher ale navate...flat hote :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Rastyavar loka vegveglya lanes madhun gadi chalvat hote! indicators chalu hote....ani magcha indicator pahat hota....ekahi horn vajat navata!!! madhunach ekhada vajala tari tyatun nehemicha karkassh avaj na yeta "sanai" cha avaj yet hota :) itkyat majhi gadi signal pashi pochali...mi savayipramane agadi choukatach jaun thambale....&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   MAMA kade confidentaly as usual pahat hote...itkyat najar ajubajula geli...aaj kuni competition ch navati signal la....mage rastyavar white lines disat hotya...tithe ka bara paint vaya ghalavtat asa vichar manat yeun gela....pan Naval mhanje loka tyachya mage thambali hoti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Itkyat MAMA ala..."madam gadi thodi mage ghyal ka" ...Ek kshan mala cultural shock basun mi udale (manatlya manat) , tyavar mi , "pan ata signal sutatatch ahe" ase sangitale...hyavar , "mala manya ahe , pan ase ithe yeun gadi thambvane chukiche asun apan thode mage vhave hich namra vinanti.." iti MAMA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sadharan PJ sangitlyavar hoil tasa chehera karun mi mage gadi ghetali tevha white line chya mage asalele sagale parat vinamrapane "dhanyawad" asa mhanale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Pudhe don teen signal la hich "paristhiti" hoti...Te pahun majha jeev talmalu lagala , na horn che avaj...Na pavati fadaychi dhamaki , na signal la maramari , kunich hat na dakhvata valena...Mala bhayankar manasik tras hou lagala...Mi tharavala hya sagalyapasun mukta hou...ha vichar karun mi SM joshi pulavar gadi ghetali...tar Titehi ekahi gadi ani tyamage dogha asa kahich navata....Dishaheen valavantat jitka khachayla hoil tyapeksha thoda jast khachle...khup gham futala  , Dole Gachcha mitale ani mi oradale..."kunitari toda ki niyam...." "Todun taka" !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Dole ughadale tar tyach choukat mi ubhi hote ani signal sutala...Shejarcha car vala rasta cross karnarya kakunna  vinrampane mhanla.. "Aho dusari gadi shodha ki , majhich milali ka" , Hushhhhhhh..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Majhya jeevat jeev ala....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EK MANASVI  PUNEKAR :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-3809026739743157079?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2009/01/signal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-7886829726135404377</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T04:46:56.644-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mind Your Mind</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/SRBEGGplQmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/iqq7ufbNju8/s1600-h/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 2px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/SRBEGGplQmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/iqq7ufbNju8/s400/think.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264782836051034722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some questions i ask myself all the time...umm...no i should say , i "used to" ask myself !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i have this habit of listing everything i cant resist to list down things which are so close to my heart and emotional too...&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry in advance for those (almost everybody!) who will think how can she actually number these thoughts??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point was..:) These are the questions i used to ask myself ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is this thing called "life" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When will my state of mind be stable , satisfied and happy "PERMANENTLY" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do i do about  mistakes in  past...Not only my mistakes but few mistakes by them who matter OR mistakes by them who do not matter at all but unfortunately "the" mistakes matter! All in all its about that helpless-ness/guilt or watever u call about the past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What will happen to me after 5/10/15/20...n years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When will i get back in touch with one or two frnds whom i really miss!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Things really dint go well with some people..sometimes it was me , kabhi situation or mebbe the other person in picture...will things get back to normal before i die...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Life is only once...should i list down the things which i should not miss..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How much money should i save ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is it wise to live life as a composed , "never hyper/angry" types person...Or is it okay to just freak out once in a while...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am always chirpy...excited (sometimes there is a reason , most of the times there is not! :D), reactive (sometimes it sucks , i know) , ready to help ( when asked for / when not asked for ) , outgoing and social...But when i look at some people who are reserved , quiet , mature (not always :P) i feel ...Ohh i should be like this...away from the world...not so much into conversations and all that types...Should i change myself ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Am i thinking too much ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is it gud to just move on and not luk bak ever and ever ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Should i forgive those who have really hurt/ignored me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is this what i wanted to do in life ? (currently its IT! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is it okay to lie once or twice in life or you have to 500% honest to everyone in life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do i have to plan my life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When will i find answers to all my questions ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who decides what/who is perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. who decides whats maturity...and whats not! ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was travelling the other day...and as usual all these questions started killing my peace !!!&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided today i m gonna get all the answers...Just today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out my answer...and it works! (the dots mean a lot!!! I promise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But umm ...before i talk about the answer i want to talk about all these questions and the answers that i thought will work for me or mebbe in general also...But they never worked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will talk about each question in "coming soon" posts...:) But for now its just the questions for you all...I hope no body minds!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-7886829726135404377?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2008/11/mind-your-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/SRBEGGplQmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/iqq7ufbNju8/s72-c/think.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-5901112979436215128</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-22T03:28:57.511-07:00</atom:updated><title>Shopping...! (Language : Marathi)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/SP8AWD3bHCI/AAAAAAAAAxs/i6RQdUqASjY/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm...itke divasan pasun blogs lihun pan mi hya vishayavar kadhich kasa lihila nahi...ha aaj mala padlela saglyat mottha prashna ahe...!!! Kasa asata na kahi goshti hya aplyala swatahpasun veglya karta yet nahit!!! Kadhich nahi! Majha ani shopping cha pan tasach ahe...Sadhya soppya shabdat sangaicha jhala tar mi shopping shivay jaguch shakat nahi..."jeevala shantata milne" , "majja yene" , "antim sukh" , "peace of mind" , "refreshing" , "motivation... (?? :))" ashi ani anek visheshan(Adjectives ! ) mi shopping sathi vaparu shakate... Shopping mug te kontyahi prakarcha asudet...majhyasathi asudet kivva dusrya kunasathi...mall madhun asudet kivva rastyavarun...tyachyasarkha dusra sukh nahi ;)... Khup hindun , khup shodun , khup firun ek chotttiishi kharedi karnyatala sukh jyane janala tyala ayushyat "vel kasa ghalavu" ha prashna nahi padnar!!! :) Bara ashisuddha condition nahi ki tumchyakade khup paise asayalach pahijet...agadi sadhyatali sadhi goshta suddha 10 dukana firun ghenyat jee majja ahe tee tyach manasala kalel jyachyasathi "shopping" ha far jivhalyacha vishay ahe!!! Aso ... Majha ek mhan-na ahe...Jya manasala khali lihilele prashna padtat to ubhya janmat shopping madhun sukh milavu shakat nahi :)1. Majhyakade khup kapade ahe , ata he kashala ajun...2. Evdhya chappal astana ajun ek nako buva....3. Hya vastucha mala tasa farsa upyog nahiye...4. Paise shopping madhe vaya ghalvanyapeksha ... Ase vichar asnari loka hya sukhacha anubhav abhavanech(rarely) gheu shaktat...Its not abt what u buy...Its abt how u buy..:) asa ek siddhant ahe... Khup aswastha vatat asel..kivva ekata vatat asel..tar saral ekta gharabaher padava..disel tya dukanat jaun sarva vastu pahun kahich na gheta parat yava...he mi anek vela kelay , Thodyavelakarata ka hoina apan eka veglya jagat jato...Navya vastunmadhli navalai , tyabaddalcha kutuhun , pudhe mage kadhi tari mi suddha he vastu ghein asa sagala planning yat apan barech haravun jato... Khup orada khaun suddha majhi hee ek savay (Kahi loka tyala vyasan ase mhantat) kadhich geli nahi...Khara tar mi kadhich jau dili nahi...Karan tyatun milnara samadhan he khara tar shabdat mandata yenar nahi...ani te jyanna jyanna milta tyannach kadachit he patel...Bakichyanna patava ashi majhi apeksha nahi...Karan ha anubhav kunihi kunala deu shakat nahi...to aplya aplyala ghyava lagto hech khara..!!! Mi khup vela swatala var lihilele prashna dekhil vicharale ahet..nahi asa nahi!!! Pan manatlya manat majhyakade mi tyachi uttar pan tayar keleli ahet , ani mhanunach darveli tharavunahi pahile padhe panchavanna..!!! ashi avastha ahe... Aso..ajun lihinyasarkhe far kahi nahi hyabaddal..Shopping kashyachi ani kuthe karavi hyabaddal kahihi mahiti havi aslyas ...Bheta agar liha... :) Me ek shopper...Ha ha ha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-5901112979436215128?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-language-marathi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-1717946937677625678</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T10:39:33.425-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rickshavale...IN MUMBAI!</title><description>Rickshavale...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        I had to write this some day or the other..I dont care if hurts nebody...But the Rickshavala's in  Mumbai SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;I am actually writing a blog on them and wasting so many resources , but i know this is the best way to take it out...!!!Else i dont know what will i do to them...!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Time : Any time&lt;br /&gt;Location : Sakinaka andheri east (Those who don't know this area , this an area which has 300+ companies , not only IT companies though..)&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost 1 hr daily here searching for a rick...&lt;br /&gt;There will be many empty ricks...Normally Rickshavala is suppose to take u where u wanna go...But wait guys!&lt;br /&gt;Here the rule is different!...Its where they wanna go!!!&lt;br /&gt;and if u still insist here is the list of reasons they have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for not giving u any bhav :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mera shift khatam ho gaya hai...&lt;br /&gt;2. CNG ka OIL bharna hai...(now please lemme know what that is!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Blank (This is like u talk to them but they look in different direction)&lt;br /&gt;4. Nahi aana hai bola na!&lt;br /&gt;5. Ghatkopar nahi aaunga..mujhe malad jana hai!! (Wth...directions are opposite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell they do with empty rickshas!!!?? I still dunno!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they mumbai public transport rocks..Sorry it doesn't!!! Its hell out thr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then guys...I have a solution which works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how u go abt it...&lt;br /&gt;    rickshavala (RV) : (Just a luk with an atitude as if hes driving a ferrari)..&lt;br /&gt;    Me               : (begging) Ghatkopar station..&lt;br /&gt;    RV               : (without saying a word says no :D)&lt;br /&gt;  dont say anything..sit in the rick..and ask for ur destination and&lt;br /&gt;    Me               : station chalo nahi to police ko jake batao ki tumko nahi jaana hai ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuantely this works...!!! so all those who are helpless with these RVs here is one solution i have..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe this not something which is worth reading but the satisfaction i have got after taking it out from my system is smthing which i cant express in words :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers RVs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-1717946937677625678?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2008/10/rickshavalein-mumbai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-5623031833254967310</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-13T22:40:58.195-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happiness Mantra….</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I always face a question … (Note : “Face”)….:),,,What is easiest way to “permanent happiness”….And lemme be honest…I never get an answer for this…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are few moments when I am happy….but there are many when I am not ….There are many when I just wonder why everyone around me is so happy…and why the hell…I am not able to enjoy this moment….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Ok..The obvious &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thing I always do is I define few things for myself which make me happy…like dancing…eating bhel…etc etc…But sometimes even this doesn’t work…Mind and body are not at all in sync….! So few hours back I thot&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to come up with a happiness mantra…ASAP….I want to be happy for rest of my life….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;To be very honest,…the first thing which came to my mind…was as soon as I start not caring so much…about anything and anyone…..i will not crib…not complain and then I will be happy….But uff….”Cribbing is integral part of professional life”….and I know even if all goes abs ok in office…I feel like “hushhhh” when I leave from office….I seriously dunno why…If all goes well in a typical day in office I end up saying…”are today nthing went wrong….im shocked…is this an indication for smthing worst …”…So…Not cribbing and not complaining is surely not my happiness mantra…In a way…Cribbing and caring to comment on things I don’t like “coolofies” me…&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So this option is gone…!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Then what…???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Then I thot maybe I will not take anything seriously…just nothing…not my work…not career and all…and just do wht I feel like doin NOW..!But blve me….It needs real courage to carry that attitude of “living the moment” in life…And I do not have that courage….So…&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;In all…u just cant be happy always…&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…so in the end I thot..mebbe happiness is not a state in which you will always be….No one is…Its always gonna be mix of variety moments…Life is this way…But still…after so many thots….so many solutions…(I mean which don’t work)…&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I still…want to my find out….What is my mantra of happiness…&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-5623031833254967310?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2008/05/happiness-mantra.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-8733403475345802459</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 05:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-27T23:00:08.087-07:00</atom:updated><title>SSR...:)</title><description>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://nononsensenononsense.blogspot.com/2008/04/ssr.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;What is SSR...? :) hmmm...Thats smthing which bothers me a lot..ever and ever...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Whenever i plan to do smthing to which my heart and mind both agree...these SSRs play a vital role..They stop me...pressurize me...try to change me...and they work man...! i dont do what i feel like doin the most !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a suspense story..So i better tell u what SSRs are...They are "Society Satisfying Rules"...:)) Now if u read whatever i have written before is so much similar to what u all experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is society ? According to me its not everyone around...There is a group of people around us who know us and we know them and their comments matter...For each person society is different...So what we do is...after having these pple in our mind...we define some rules...May be we assume that if i do this "xyz" might say this...and blve me this is true...!!! This "Society" of ours keeps on increasing in size as and when we meet new people..hence the rules too!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest..we also discuss few pple..their styles..their behavioral patterns...We comment on that...i wonder how many times i find out..If smthing smone did was weird according to me..then why was it so normal for him/her...Do i think about the reason at all?? No i dont ...My honest answer is no...So for many ..I am part of their society and many times my comments become SSRs for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...I was so wrong...I never want to become Society for anyone...Let them have the freedom of living and ruling there own life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          And coming to the main point.."Hey my society....Live and let live "....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am waiting to live life without SSRs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayali&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-8733403475345802459?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2008/04/ssr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-3685708889057798017</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 10:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-15T03:30:50.301-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mala kay pharak padto...?</title><description>Mala kay pharak padto..? ha keval tumhala mala padnara prashna nahiye...tashi ek jamat ahe....jicha nav ahe.."mala kay pharak padto ? ?  ?" mhanje ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuni mela tari...jagala tari...&lt;br /&gt;Kuni padala tari..hat pay tutala tari...&lt;br /&gt;kuni radala tari...jhagadala tarii....&lt;br /&gt;harala tari...jinkala tari suddha...&lt;br /&gt;ashi kahi loka astat..jyanna swatachya ayushyat kahich pharak nahit....tyanna kahi aikala tari...."ohh..bapre...ho ka? ...hmm...asel buva....kahihi...." yashivay kahich vatat nahi...to vishay tyanchyasathi tithech sampto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           "Initiative" kivva "proactiveness" navachi vitamins ashya lokanna lahanpanapasun kami miltat..."politiccal correctness" cha vitamin matra bhar-bharun asta...!!! mala koutuk vatata ashya lokancha khara tar...Samorchyala kivva samorchya paristhitila apali garaj ahe he olakhunahi tasa dakhavyachach nahi....bhayankar motha skill ahe...mhanje...:) "bhayankar" mottha skill ahe...:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    aso tar ashi he jamat ahe...tya jamatit apan rahaycha ki nahi ha jyachya tyacha prashna ahe...pan jagat jithe kuni kunala vicharat nahi..tithe ashya jamatila samul nashta karana khup khup mahatwacha ahe...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-3685708889057798017?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2008/04/mala-kay-pharak-padto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-306348678781939392</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 06:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-01T02:31:51.196-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jab We Met!!!</title><description>ek asto tuna.....to rahat asto first floor var....&lt;br /&gt;ani ek aste tina ...ti rahat aste second floor var.....&lt;br /&gt;ekda tuna nighto gachchi madhe jayla...karan tyacha mood jato....tyacha mood jato karan tyala aai oradate...karan to aaila na sangta gharabaher jato....."gardichya veli".....aai mhante "accident jhala asta tar....&lt;br /&gt;aso...&lt;br /&gt;tar mug tyala aai oradate mhanun to gachchimadhe jat asto.....&lt;br /&gt;ikde tina cha pan mood gelela asto...karan tila pan tichi aai oradate.....tila modelling karaicha asta....tila tichi pahili assignment milate...."mortein Rat kill" chi....aai tila ek dhapata dete ani mhante...asalya jaahirati karaichya nahit.....&lt;br /&gt;aso...&lt;br /&gt;tar asa mood gelela tuna ani mood geleli tina....doghahi gachchit jatat...&lt;br /&gt;tuna eka kopryat...&lt;br /&gt;tine eka kopryat....&lt;br /&gt;tuna wonders..."are he kon ahe majhya society madhe...mala mahitach navata...shes soo prettty..."&lt;br /&gt;tina tar tyala baghun ekdum cute smile dete...ani tila lagech swapna padta...ki ti pan preity zinta sarkhi choti chaddi ghalun gana mhanat ahe "my dil goes....."&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;mug asa rojach chalu hota....&lt;br /&gt;tuna ani tina cha mood sarkha jato ani te sarkhe gachchi madhe yet astat...mug....&lt;br /&gt;ek divas paus padato....&lt;br /&gt;mug tuna haluch tina chya javal yeto....(tina obviously tyadivashi sadi ghalun aleli aste....ani tuna chi chatree aste...mug te eka chatreet thambtat...)&lt;br /&gt;pan paus thambtach nahi...:)....&lt;br /&gt;mug tina gana mhante...."tip tip barsa pani...."&lt;br /&gt;mug tevhapasun ...tyancha "love" hota.....................khup divas "love" hota......&lt;br /&gt;mug ek divas tyanchya ghari kaltaaa..........&lt;br /&gt;pan........kahani main koi twist nahi........&lt;br /&gt;      doghe same caste che astat.....ani ekach buliding madhe rahat astat..........&lt;br /&gt;mug tyancha lagna hota..........&lt;br /&gt;ata tuna ani tina doghepan eka floor var rahtat............:)&lt;br /&gt;ani mood gela ki gachchi var jatat.....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now guess whos tuna ani tina.....undir :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-306348678781939392?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2007/10/jab-we-met.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36891449.post-6184207452104004892</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-30T06:26:23.138-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rang de basanti......</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/Rycw9fitiqI/AAAAAAAAABY/8AeldcRhOkQ/s1600-h/P9220017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/Rycw9fitiqI/AAAAAAAAABY/8AeldcRhOkQ/s400/P9220017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127120533781842594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/Rycwz_itipI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GcN2gABLsNc/s1600-h/P9220018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/Rycwz_itipI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GcN2gABLsNc/s400/P9220018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127120370573085330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location : kanyakumari express....&lt;br /&gt;he pora viktat rangit rangit mala.....:) pan tya malanpeksha tya dolyat khup rang disale.....khup jasttt :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36891449-6184207452104004892?l=supersayali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supersayali.blogspot.com/2007/10/rang-de-basanti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S'lee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQrjEAITaPA/Rycw9fitiqI/AAAAAAAAABY/8AeldcRhOkQ/s72-c/P9220017.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

