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School Visit after 17 Years

Back to school

 

Sunday I went for a friend’s marriage ceremony at my school Paranjpe Vidyalaya, Andheri.

When I entered into the main lobby of school, I started recollecting those golden days of my life.

I entered in the PT Hall where marriage ceremony was going on, and I remember here I used to come for PT classes.

I remembered those fear, anxieties while doing those exercises. I remember those scolding of teacher for doing naughty things. I remember standing in a Que.

I still remember that day. It was a last time we all gathered in the room for Scout exam.

I was well dressed in scout uniform and ready for the exam in confidence.

We were sitting in the row and waiting for our turn to go in for exam.

Suddenly I noticed that somebody had stolen my cap and other stuff which I kept beside.

I got terrible that now I will not be able to give exam without a cap and other stuffs.

I felt like crying, but I kept mum and was asking everybody to return back my stuff.

When I got my turn, I told my teacher what happened….but nothing happened.

I gave the exam but till date I couldn’t find who that nut was!

After the marriage ceremony we were about to go home. And mom asked me about water. So I showed her where it was.

Suddenly I strike that I can check my tenth class room. So I rushed upstairs to see the classroom.

I reached nearby classroom and lost in the fond memories.

And today I came across a new blog started by unknown.

I am becoming nostalgic.

 

Today I am feeling bit erk!! So much of chaos running on my mind.I need to write it down else it will make me ill. I am writing about blasts happened in banglore and Ahmadabad. As usual my mind is full of questions..WHY WHY WHY AND WHY
What's a purpose of killing or making frightned other human beings. Why just cant they be humans?
What kind of  RELIGEON they wanted to make? How how these peoples mind is so cruel that they put human lives on toss..
Damn with hindu SAHISHNUTA, Damn Indian world peace messenger,Damn buddha's peace. Dont want any of these now..Now its time to STAND and fight with these ugly face of terrorism. Its not knocking your door....now it has entered in your house..
Open your eyes, mind and soul and fight!!
Dont close your eyes if you see something suspicious.............. make alert to other human beings.

Be HUMAN!!

I wanna SHOUT WITH LOUDEST VOICE EVER................GOD STOP THEM!!!!!

Recently I read this story online. I'm sharing here coz I liked it very much.

love and excellence

This is the story of Robby.
He was a young boy who lived with his elderly
Mother. His mother wanted him to learn how to play the piano because
she longed to hear her son play for her. She sent her son to a piano
teacher who took Robby in under her
guidance.
However, there was one small problem
Because Robby was not musically inclined and therefore was very slow
in learning.

The teacher did not have much faith in the boy because of his
Weakness. The mother was very enthusiastic and every week she would
send Robby to the teacher
One day Robby stopped attending the piano lessons. The teacher
thought that he had given up and in fact she was quite pleased since she did not
give much hope to Robby. Not long after, the piano teacher was given the
task to organize a piano concert in town. She sent out circulars to invite the
Students and public to attend the event.

Suddenly, she received a call from Robby who offered to take part in the concert. The teacher told Robby that He was not good enough and that he was no longer a student since he had Stopped coming for lessons
Robby begged her to give him a chance and
Promised that he would not let her down.

Finally, she gave in and she put him to play last, hoping that he will
Change his mind at the last minute. When the big day came, the hall
was Packed and the children gave their best performance.
Finally It was Robby's turn to play and as his name was announced, he walked in. He was not in proper attire and his hair was not properly groomed.
The teacher was really Nervous since Robby's performance could spoil the whole evening's brilliant Performance
As Robby started playing the crowd became silent and was amazed
At the skill of this little boy. In fact, he gave the best
performance of the evening. At the end of his presentation the crowd and the piano
teacher Gave him a standing ovation. The crowd asked Robby how he managed to
play so Brilliantly.

With a microphone in front of him, he said, "I was not able to
Attend the weekly piano lessons as there was no one to send me
because my mother was sick with cancer. She just passed away this morning and I
wanted her to hear me play. You see, this is the first time she is able to
hear me play because when she was alive she was deaf and now I know she is
listening to me. I have to play my best for her.

SUCCESS PRINCIPLES

This is indeed a touching story of love and excellence. When you have
a Passion and a reason to do something, you will surely excel. You may
not be Talented or gifted but if you have a strong enough reason to do
something,You will be able to tap into your inner God given
potential

No more blocks now. I'll be back in full swing now as I have left my old company where I couldnt use rediffIland due to restrictions.

Hurray!!!!

Why it happens, which I don’t want to happen?

Is it true that your worst fear always come true?

The things which I say I don’t want in my life, always happens.

This is weird but truth of my life.

I always took it in this way that whatever happened to me is because of my own decision.

I can’t blame it anything else.

God!! Ya he's always there and I believe his existence.

But then why I just cant take right decision at right time. Or is that the destiny which mocks and sometimes laughs.

I have read somewhere that you don’t have control on the 10% what happens in your life, but rest 90% happens just because how you behave to that situation.

Confusing!! The more I think the more confused I get.

Hahahaa....I got married.....sob sob............sob sob.............. I loose my freedom.

Now I am Single  Married

Writing your thoughts is really fun. It really helps to put down your chaos on the medium.

Whether its paper or NOTEPAD it makes no difference.

Similarly when you meet a Nature in its own beautiful world, you lost your sorrows, errands in its awesome world.

On Saturday 12th of May I decided to go for bird watching at Sanjay Gandhi National park, Borivali, Mumbai.

Early night I couldn’t sleep on time coz some of our relatives had come for night stay. So I was not sure whether I will go for trek or not. But in the morning my Aunty came to say goodbye, I got thrilled. I woke up on proper time. Now I was sure that I can go for trek. Still I was having 1hr to get ready.

I took a rick and reached at Borivali (paid RS.94)

Vinay was already there and waiting for us.

After some time Girish and Vidyut joined us. It was 7:45 by that time and sun was getting warmer.

National Park opens at 7:30am and closes by 6:00pm. It charge you Rs.20 as Entry fee.

We started walking inside and decided to take a Vanrani route. (Vanrani is a small train provided to get you a small Jungle Safari).

We got a welcome sound by cuckoo followed by various other birds around.

It was a nice start for the trek. After we minutes walk Vidyut showed us the large number of jungle sparrows. I had never seen so many sparrows together.

To my shock Vidyut told us the parrots we are looking at are not actually parrots but they are parakeets. Parakeets are very much similar to parrots.

To our knowledge he added that Parrots are not found in Mumbai. So whatever we have learned or shown from childhood were Parakeets and not Parrots.

We saw a dam like structure but riverbed was dry, few Herons and Ducks were moving around.

Girish started clicking with his Canon SLR camera.

Some eagles were kept in the cage and few Deer were also there. I found it bad and ugly to see those poor birds trying to escape from cage.

When we reached in the middle of rail trek, we found one female cuckoo was eating fruits. I checked her from my binocular; she was a stunning beauty.

I got freeze for some moments.

After few more birds, their sounds and some leopards, tigers (in cage obviously), I returned from half of a journey to get back to my routine.

It was least 1 hour journey but I got fresher for thousands of hours.

Three kids from native pada came to drop me till Safari station.

Is it an illusion of thoughts that sometimes we dont see that hidden love in those anger and quarrels and abusive fights between relationships.

"I Hate you" sentence comes for the most loved person.