My favorite from - My notes to Myself

There is a part of me that wants to write, a part that wants to theorize, a part that wants to sculpt, a part that wants to teach... To force myself into a single role, to decide to be just one thing in life could kill off large parts of me.

My career will form behind me. All I can do is let this day come to me in peace. All I can do is take the step before me now, and not fear repeating an effort or making a new one.

- Hug Prather 

Gratitude VI (Ba-Dada)

We have been so blessed to be able to spend our childhood folded in the warmth of your love. It was you who told us stories which today enable us to fight our problems; it was you who had sung the wonderful lyrics to teach us the culture; it was you who made us understand the real meaning of protection and shelter. We now don't have those caring hands to catch us fall, that loving eyes which roll down tears when we are in pain but we have the lessons that you taught always in our memory. We have inherited the character and culture that you have imbibed in our being. You will always be alive in our actions and deeds...

Thanks for being there always and I am sure you are still there somewhere to be with us in all odds and evens.  

Gratutude - V (Hardik Shah)

My six year younger sibling. We had no single day without a fight when we were young. We were enough for each other not only to fight but also to enjoy the experiences of life together. I can never forget the bike rides on the road of Ahmadabad. He is my friend, philosopher and guide. He is the first person I call in case of all problems in my life. We have a stronger bonding each day amusingly contradicting to the strong arguments which we have against each other. We can argue and fight for hours with each other but no one else can dare speak any thing against the other one. In such a case we unite. Amazing relations....and the best is ours...

Will need you always.

Gratitude - IV (Friend list)

I will try not to miss out on putting the names on this list. In case I miss out I regret for that in advance. They are the everlasting relations I have earned through years.

Purvi: She is always there to care the emotional side of mine. She shares her wonderful experiences at the other side of the globe. She makes a point to call and just say hii once every 15 days. Some relations need no extra maintenance efforts. Ours is of that kind. Thanks for being there.

Hiral: She is the one who has always exemplified and imbibed the sense of responsibility. A daughter who has actually taken up and observed the responsibility of a son. Thanks for being a part of my life and teaching very important lesson of being a responsible person.

Shivani: Four years younger than me although, she has taught a new dimension of friendship. I can never forget the selfless gesture of being with me to the doctor cancelling the movie show with your fiance. It is very rare these days specially because we get very less time to spend with our dear ones. Thanks for being there and I will always count on you :)
Jay: He has always been a source to satisfy my intellectual needs. I cannot miss thanking him for the rich discussions we have. The facts and figures we share. The talkative walks we all have when he visits Gandhinagar. I have learned to love my work and to be sincere from you. Its a pleasure to have you in my friend list.

Gratitude - III (Bansi)

It's very important to find someone who is exactly like you to share your feelings and get an echo back with the same enthusiasm with which you are talking. Bansi is such a gift in my life. My friend form standard 8th, i.e., since 17 years. We have a same strange nature which rarely matches with the common girly nature. We need not go to the happy ceremonies of each other, like we have not been to each others marriage. But we can never miss out to be together in grievances.  We parted 15 years back due to our geographical locations but we never parted from hearts. Our relation don't need the connectivity. But when in need the other always senses and calls. It's strange but true. Dear Bansi you will always have a very very special place in my life..I will always cherish the memories of the boat ride, the horse cart ride, the scooty-activa rides, you driving car for the 1st time and hitting it to a pole right near my house. The all night long talks, the silly mistakes that we shared, the book reviews and importantly the bites that I gave you during the class hours....The dreams, the desires, the happiness and the sadness of life wish we keep on sharing throughout the times....

I am always there for you and will always need you in my life.

Gratitude - II (Mumma - Papa - Nirav)

I always have words pouring out of my mind somehow when I start writing but I just had tears when I think of what my parents have given to me....rather what not!

With no intimate blood relation my life partner is truly taking all the load of partnership every single moment. He is the ultimate husband in the world...It's not an exaggeration that he has been my mom and dad when ever I needed them after marriage.

No vocabulary is helping me out to describe how incredibly they are a part of my life, the reason behind my existence and the only arms on earth so warm and soothing.....

Mumma Papa and Nirav, I just can say two simple words for all that you have given and are giving since years that define my life...

.My dearest Mumma Papa and Nirav from the bottom of my heart...

THANK YOU!!!

Gratitude - I (Nikit Shah)

Recently I started catching time for myself from the schedule that is getting hectic with every single day and while pondering I felt that I have not thanked my dear ones for being there since a long time. We never forget to argue back when we can, we never miss on talking about the bad habits of others, we also love to advice and we are always #1 critic for others. But we always somehow miss out on showing the gratitude towards the people who make big difference in our life, who makes our lives worth living. So a few next posts I will devote to all my dear ones.

Today is a special day for a very dear friend Nikit and his better half Mansi. Sometimes people staying a thousand miles away give a soothing seconds of hearty communication. This is the only medicine while you are tired, frustrated and on your nerves. Thanks to the cyber technology advancements that now the distances are kind of virtual. This made a friend of my college times to be my best friend after 8 long years of passing out from my B.E. in 2005. There are times when we need a friend, only a friend with no burden of any other relationship. We need someone to just listen and not react. Someone whose advice can be looked upon and not just heard and forgotten. Nikit has given me such a friend who is always there to listen to me with my everlasting stock of ideas and dreams and all silly problems and still not laughing at them. May be today we share a much mature and much more worth retaining rapport than the silly willy friends of college. Thanks to the latest technologies that I got to be in touch with a wonderful friend like Nikit. And thank you very much Nikit for being there through years. 

Mansi is a new addition to my friend list. A sweetoo lady with an even sweeter smile. I am so happy that today they are starting off with their journey of togetherness. I wish God gives you both all that you desire with all that you deserve. 

I believe together you will turn the life to be beautiful....

Wish you all the luck to prosper. ..

Lot more to pen...

Sleepless Nights

Since a past few days I am coming across incidences that have raised the levels of compassion for my fellowmen dramatically. One of them I had jotted down in my last post. I am not able to sleep since a few nights as the thought of people spending their nights on the footpath keeps striking my mind. 

Just read an article on http://bhushan.quora.com/How-to-live-on-Rs-26-a-day-the-income-of-officially-poor-in-India. I would like to rewrite some question that the article poses:

"It disturbs us to spend money on most of the things that we now consider excesses. Do we really need that hair product or that branded cologne? Is dining out at expensive restaurants necessary for a happy weekend? At a larger level, do we deserve all the riches we have around us? Is it just plain luck that we were born into circumstances that allowed us to build a life of comfort? What makes the other half any less deserving of many of these material possessions, (which many of us consider essential) or, more importantly, tools for self-development (education) or self-preservation (healthcare)? "

Finally, early this morning I drove my car to a garden where I spent time with myself and thought how I can get rid of these sleepless nights. Seems soon I will discover the very cause of my life....will need wishes and lots of support soon...so that together we can make the world more worth living not for us but for ALL.

Lot more to pen...

We all will be old some day...

It has been too long since when I have not tried catching time to write here but today I felt to share one more experience.

The morning was as fresh as always has been on 5/4/13. The same preparation of lunch kit, a cool shower and then I climbed the bus and soon I was among my favorite crowd of students. The lab session it was when two old rather very old men came searching me. They were members of the old age home just opposite our college and were searching for some student. They had been told that I would be able to locate the students they were searching for. I did help them locate the student. Things were going great till I started talking to them.

They shared many things about them and their lives. One of them was from my district. All his family members had shifted to the USA but he was some how here in the old age home.We talked about my grandfather and his grand daughter. He was talking and talking with us and something was hurting hard in my eyes. My students showed a video which they captured when they visited the old age home as a part of their campaign. And sadness was crawling in my heart and soon the cloud cracked into rain. I cried a lot. I don't know why? but I cried. Very first time in my 8 year carrier I had tears on my work place. May be I remembered my "Dadu" who had enriched my life with all compassion and good virtues I carry today. Or may be I really felt bad about the situation, about the current state of elders and about the growing number of old age homes. I took permission to visit the old age home next day from my HOD.

I valued my family a little more then ever after this. I always want to do my niche for the suffering in the society. But I have concluded over the years that without money we cannot do any thing solid for the betterment of sufferers. It will take time to earn that amount but meanwhile there is a humble request to all the young readers that DO NOT LEAVE YOUR PARENTS ALONE. THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN YOUR STRENGTH. HOWEVER THEY ARE, THEY ARE THE REASON BEHIND YOUR EXISTENCE. YOU ALL, WE ALL WILL BE OLD SOME DAY....

A lot more to pen...