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Gudhipadavyachya Shubhecha

Guttu — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 20:35:27 +0000

गुढी उभी दारात
रंगली रांगोळी अंगणात
श्रीखंड पुरी ताटात
नव वर्षाचे स्वागत करुया,
हर्ष व उल्हासात

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Live Like A Butterfly

Guttu — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 14:50:43 +0000

“A Butterfly lives only for a few days,
but it still flies joyfully capturing many Hearts.
Each moment in life is Precious.
Live happy and win many Hearts”

One more time there is Butterfly in my post. And this time it’s teaching us how to live. Pretty much true are the above four lines. When you have happiness share it. Make someone else smile. That smile will surely come back to you when you need it. Life is short. You never know when is your last day. But whatever you live take some moments out and make others happy. And you’ll always live for them.

When flying from one flower to another if a butterfly finds a flower with bad taste, he leaves it and moves to another without leaving the taste of previous flower on the next one. This way the flower also loves the butterfly on it. So the next time you see a butterfly recall this message. And pass this message to someone else.

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The Disappearing Smile

Guttu — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 18:08:33 +0000

A couple of days back, I went to the capital. Like every capital, there was rush. Lots of noise and you can’t hear yourself. I cannot define that rush. It’s for anything, everything and nothing. You don’t have time to help an aged person climb three steps. You don’t have a minute of time to talk to an old friend of yours whom you crashed into. Just a minute it all takes. If not a minute then a simple smile does the job. One second and seven muscles is all you need.

It was a hot day and I was thirsty. There is a dairy booth where you get milk products. You get Lassi, Flavored milk, toned, high fat and all that stuff. Everything is packed. Take it and run. Many prefer flavored milk because you don’t have to wait long and then you don’t have to stand in one place. Cut it, put a straw and rush. I bet you’ll find one who can win Gold medal in sprinting for India in this crowd. Maybe they get the strength from the flavored milk. I love flavored milk and is much better than to drink some cola or soft drink.

One aged person, probably in late fifties or early sixties, runs that booth. I ask him for one packet. I wait. Busy with other customers, He probably heard me. The pendulum swings very slowly(like the hero and heroin running in slow motion towards each other) when you are thirsty. As if it’s purposely slowed down for this little girl. This, looking like a five year old, girl gently pulls my shirt. One of those beggars dirty… Stinking. Her face subtracted from innocence. I normally close my eyes or go away but not this time. I turn selfish. I want at least one smile in this whole crowd. A genuine smile. I don’t give her money. Instead I handover the flavored milk packet to her. An expressionless face. She takes it and disappears. Smile never gets to a selfish person. I drink one more packet, pay him and back to my search.

Like a normal human being, tension, sadness, failure surround me every now and then. Whatever it is, I try to bring smile on my mom and sisters face(I am still struggling with my Paa). I love to see them smiling. Whats good is, I try to make them smile and they do. A part of my strength fighting with my problems comes from here.

What inspired more to write this was a small chat session with a girl. Actually a married woman.
She Thinks: A married woman smiles less and can’t even practice smiling in front of bathroom mirror if she has forgotten.
I Think: As a mother she should be able to transfer the curve from her face to that of child. And to do that you need to….

I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to prove anything. And whatever I wrote above is not fiction, It’s reality. I am just trying to find smiles… The disappearing smiles in crowds..

If you search for the smiles then…
Till you find them…
Think Nonsense…

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Two Years Of Nonsense

Guttu — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 18:10:27 +0000

Today my blog turns two. I am very happy to see the blog celebrating it’s second anniversary. Thanks to all the readers, my friends and the search engines who have helped my blog to turn two.

These days I am blogging less due to lots of reasons. In spite of telling again and again, Can’t post frequently. Hoping that your love for the blog pushes me further.

Till next year…
Think Nonsense…

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Guttu — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 07:39:38 +0000

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My Happy Valentines

Guttu — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 18:08:10 +0000

Two years back… Valentines day. It is the most memorable valentines day so far.. To make this day exciting, I didn’t plan it. The only thing I had in my mind was to be with her for the whole day. So I picked her at 11 in morning. Then we went for shopping. I gifted her a dress and a ring. She gifted me a Cowboy hat. I look like a joker wearing that. I accepted it and was on my head. Just for her. I felt as if I am Clint Eastwood in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.

It was lunch time when we finished our shopping. Few minutes later, we were in her favorite Restaurant. She ordered some continental dish. I am not a foodie. So I forget the dish names. Whatever it was, it tasted quite good.

After lunch, we went for a movie. At that time they were screening Definitely maybe. It’s still my favorite movie in Romance genre. Just outside the multiplex, there was a beach. We started walking on footpath. I saw a woman selling lovely teddy bears. She loved Teddy’s. I asked her to pick one. Then my hands went for wallet. What the heck!! Only cards and no cash. Quickly realized about cash advance feature of my card. Collected some cash from an ATM on other side of road. The smile on her innocent face was priceless. Best thing happened on that memorable day.

Though it was my best valentines day, I would like to tell you one thing. Never fear to express your love and don’t wait for valentines day.

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The Definition Of Night

Guttu — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 18:47:36 +0000

It’s almost 11 pm and I was about to enter my room. Just then I thought of looking up in the sky. Wanted to check if the moon was still there. This curiosity was due to lunar eclipse held on 1st January. The moon was not there (Did Rahu swallowed it for real?). I tried searching the sky from back and sides of my house. It was nowhere. Darkness was trying to conquer the whole world. The fluctuating street lamp was fighting like a brave injured soldier.

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Within seconds, I started traveling back in time. Why for sudden I was back in time? Curiosity increased as my flashbacks rendered an incident when I was five years old. I am in my bed aside my parents and sister. It’s dark and my father just switched off radio. Few minutes later, cats started fighting on the roof making strange sounds. Their meow was now meOOOOOOOOwwww. Fear was dominating emotion. My parents convinced me that cats won’t hurt me. I closed my eyes and never knew when I was covered by blanket of sleep. At that age, Night meant fear for me.

Now I am ten years old. I am naughty and mischievous child busy in playing and planning mischief. I made good friends in school and was enjoying every bit of time. Time was insufficient for my activities. I don’t want to sleep. Night, at that stage, was a big spoilsport.

A few years later, I am in higher secondary. I was just getting serious about my studies. A time when I was surrounded by the mystery of chemistry. I was fighting with chemistry and it’s allies during the night time. Night meant a teacher who was teaching me how to fight.

Now I am in my most beautiful days of my life. Yes the college days. Bunking lectures, chit-chatting, making fun of one another, GMgiri and what not. In between all these, there was study and assignments. Time was insufficient once again. Copying journals, tracing drawings, completing notes was the job during the night. Night was a savior.

Out of the college, I am on a job. Life started teaching what life is. I was making new friends. But the fun that was in my college days, disappeared. Whole day it was work and work and work. Night was the only time for enjoyment. Night meant joy now.

Here I am in my present on a different job. Lost somewhere and trying to find my path. Sometimes, I loose my confidence for not finding this path in the mist of emotions, attachments, failures. Hope is everything I have and it’s a part of my soul.

Things change drastically with time.
The Night which meant fear for me
The Night which was a big spoilsport
The Night which meant a teacher
The Night which was a savior
The Night which meant joy changed it’s definition again.
Night is now just a part of the day.

Till you find your definition of night…
Think Nonsense…

P.S.: 1)If you don’t know what is GMgiri then visit some college.
2) Don’t confuse my story telling with Raaz Pichle Janam ka.

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Happy New Year 2010

Guttu — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 04:41:27 +0000

Wishing a prosperous new year to all my friends and readers. Forget the failures in 2009 and work towards success in this year. Make sure you get enough sleep to fuel your dreams while working.

I would like to thank all those who commented, criticized, liked, disliked my posts. I will try my best to improve and post more this year. That’s a promise I don’t want to break.

Till the next year…
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Footprints

Guttu — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 15:17:10 +0000

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Have you ever walked over sand? Then, have you noticed the footprints behind you? They are not just footprints. They are silent teachers. You have to be a good student for them to be your teacher. Don’t recall your mark sheets… I know they are best suited lying dead in that folder and locked in a locker. They don’t say a thing about how good student you are. Just try to listen and read the footprints. You’ll be proud being a good student.

So what do they teach you? When you look behind you’ll notice that some footprints have faded. Those footprints is you, some moments back. That tells you, time will never let you be the same person. That’s why, You never meet the same person again. It becomes difficult to find yourself, what you were in your past. Add to it our memories, which too tend to fade with time.

They teach us to find happiness in small things and that your low time will be over soon. Just as they fade as the time passes. Be careful and be true to your conscience as someone else may be stepping over your footprints and following the same path as you.

You’ll never be alone all the time when you walk. There will be a stage where the path will be full of footprints. So much so that you won’t be able to clearly distinguish between them. You won’t be able to see your path. You are lost. This is the stage when you have to discover yourself and discover your path. Find a way out of these chaos. Create your own path.

While you walk, there will be footprints which may act as a guide. Trust yourself. Trust your instincts. Walk with those footprints to find whether they are guiding you or misguiding you. But remember, A guide can only show you the path. He will never teach you how to walk.

Throughout the journey, you’ll find few who will leave footprint on your heart (Don’t worry. They won’t be stepping on your heart). Never ever let these footprints fade away. Then, Even if you are walking alone, you won’t be alone.

Till the footprints become your teacher
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