Yesterday while travelling I saw a girl carrying a young boy over her back. She was carrying him for some time and then letting him down, again after around 5-10 seconds she would carry him. She might definitely be his elder sister, I could make out from the way the boy was clinging' on her back. This moment was so special & pure. I could see such joy in both of their eyes, they were probably going to the shop nearby. When they reached the shop boy bought a packet of chips and both were having it one by one smiling, giggling, and enjoying the moment. It was such a small and tiny moment but both were so happy. Their giggles and smiles definitely put a smile on my face. And the entire way while coming back I was thinking. What if that young boy would have thought " ohh I am such a pain, because of my injury my sister had to carry me, I am such a nuisance, oh lord, I may be eating her valuable study time, she could have done some important work...
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Saw the mighty tree shedding today heap of leaves gathered on the pathway with agony, I asked they were the ones to keep you alive they were the only once worked for you all the time what did they do wrong? With contentment, she answered Do you think I enjoy this? Some memories have to be sacrificed for the new ones Beautiful pain has to be endured to survive tough times Neither I am wrong nor they It's just the circumstances life trying to slay survival for me adieu to them It's about letting go It's about smiling through the pain It's about bringing in the new magic It's about respecting nature has to offer It's life my babes Don't be offended by the autumn in life cherish the new beginning nature has to offer in your life
I tried running and stumbled I tried walking incapable of even a mile They were heavy? yes They were uncomfortable? Yes They weren't fitting me? Yes Gazed at my feet they were damn ugly Stood there wondering how could he do it with such ease? He could run while sick He could walk regardless of loads He made it look simple with a calm and peaceful face He proved the overrated world of patriarchy and misogyny incorrect by just being in those shoes Stepping into my pappa's shoes was damn difficult for me. This poem is dedicated to my pappa. pic credit: Google images
It was the last day of Ganesh Chaturthi I was wearing a beautiful white chikankari kurta hand-stitched by one of the local tailors. It was looking so pretty and me too definitely 😉. I actually had stitched it specially for Ganesh Chaturthi but for the entire 5 days did not get time to wear it or you could say it was raining very heavily so I was worried about it getting dirty. Finally, on the last day, I wore it while going to my cousin's place. All the time I was just worried about what if it gets dirty, my manstruation date was due so I was worried what if it gets stained. Since it was raining heavily what if some car splashed water on me. Not one but a thousand questions 😏. And to be frank with all these questions I wore it till Visarjan and when I came back home just changed into my old clothes ... started doing all the work wearing that same old t-shirt which has one hole on the sleeves given by a stray dog. My old clothes were already stained with turmeric stain whic...
To know that you will have to read the entire story...it will be short I promise 😉. So recently I shifted to a new place and was taken back by the garden area(I blindly said yes to the place just because it had pretty good ). It was such a huge place where I could do my farming. Yes, farming veggies and growing plants are another of my hobby which I hardly show to the world. In fact, why should I show everything to the world? And just 4-5 days back I was supposed to travel to Bangalore. Now my veggie garden was growing wonderfully well since I was taking very good care of it like my babies. I think only plant lovers will understand what I am talking about here I did not want to extend my stay in Bangalore for the same reason I knew that given the summer heat in Goa and no water my plants would have not survived and the garden land is a little mountain area (that land is really hard if there is no water even for 1-day, plants literally get burnt - my tiny babies were at ris...
A few days back my neighbor's mango tree collapsed... There may be various reasons why the tree fell...but the main reason is since it's mango season their tree was overloaded with raw mangoes...Everyone passing by would look at the tree and would say wooooow...Definitely, everyone had an eye on mangoes which would ripen within 1 month....but destiny had some other plans and that poor tree collapsed... The day it collapsed my heart pinched badly...I loved that tree not because it gave a lot of fruits or it was loaded with mangoes but because I share some emotions with leaving/non-leaving things including plants...Somewhere I felt tree had too many expectations from everyone and even from itself. I see that tree every year give fruits(BTW it's Goan king Manjurad)...every year it would bloom moderately but this year it was just overflowing with raw mangoes. Was it because the tree felt worthless for giving fewer fruits in past years?? was it because a tree had too much of ex...
Vakratunda Mahakaya Suryakoti Samaprabha। Nirvighnam Kuru Me Deva Sarva-Kaaryeshu Sarvada॥ Goa is known for its Nature, beauty , beaches and people , another reason where in most of the tourists don't know is for celebrating its festivals. It may be Ganesh Chaturthi, Diwali, Christmas or any jatra or feast for that matter we see to it that we enjoy each and every moment and also celebrate it religiously. Tomorrow is Ganesh Chaturthi so you will find entire Goa busy in making preparations for the big day . I know its the covid time, some people might say what is the need to celebrate when time is so much crucial but Ganesh Chaturhti is not just a festival its a feeling of each and every Goan individual who belong to Hindu family and I think no one can stop us in celebrating in our own house with family members. Lord Ganesha here is not considered just as the god but as if its a family member, or a close friend who was staying away from us for entire year and who visits...
Have you ever heard that Mitro..... Mere pyare Bharat desi vasiyo on TV and after that did you get a mild heart ache, oh yes I too had that, not a mild but a major heart ache after Modiji announced lock down. Being a Goan and that too IT Person I know the difficulties of working here in goa, which was the main reason for me to switch from Goa to Bangalore, given the amount of opportunities its obvious that anyone will get attracted to the pay check and quality of work in Bangalore but yes being a Goan it will also make you visit every month Goa, similar thing happened with me, I am still not quite adjusted to the city so I often travel back to Goa once a month (I am a home sick person) and when Modiji announced lock down I was having a big night mares of never ever seeing Goa and my people again. After the announcement of 3rd lock down I could not hold back any more. On 1st of May one of my Goan friend told me that we can apply on Goa government website to come b...
Ohh yup that lock down started and my head started spinning at the same time. Not because I would miss out on the things but because of so many things which I had not even imagined without peoples interaction I missed office badly. Are yaar I do not have office set up at home where in I can sit nicely on a chair which has back support and a table which is perfect for the laptop to keep on and code. I shifted recently to the new place and I was about to buy everything(read it as me being super kanjoos to spend on silly things). So my back was getting badly screwed with all this wrong postures and all day staring into that stupid screen. I missed my office also because I had joined newly and I still felt I need to work in association in order to get used to the product which I am working on. I missed office badly because electricity and WiFi was working without any hindrance. where as now I had dance calling BESCOM and then WiFi guy. I loved office because I was having fun...
So since last Monday this lock down happened in Bangalore. Today when I am writing this blog its 23rd March 2020 (Ohh that reminds me its Bhagat Singhs death anniversary . May his soul rest in peace). So whats cooking in my brain today? Lot and lot and lot of emotions. I could not sleep entire night and hence words right on the blog. In Goa we celebrate Gudi Padwa its the new year for all the hindu Goans. Its a big ceremony and in my house at least very important. Because this is the time we celebrate shigmo for our dambab( pronounced as dam-ba-b . Root of this god is located in our house). For me this festival always had a special place in my heart. I am bit superstitious so I believe that whatever I do on this particular day I will follow entire year. So mostly I invest on this day, I code, I run do Yoga spend time with family basically all the things which I like and which keep me happy. I never missed this festival even though I was away from home. Every year I made sure I ...
I don't know whats is cooking in my brain today... Just some thoughts which are popping up randomly and not allowing me to sleep Before moving to Bangalore I was surrounded by mostly by Goans. For us anyone and everyone outside Goa is Bhikna(Only Goans will understand this term so don not try to google). Goans normally don't like migrants because we always feel our land will be grabbed again, same like how Portuguese took it from us 450 years back. When I was a kid I personally hated all the migrants, I used to fight with all my classmates whoever where migrants. My kiddish brain never understood the real meaning of Indian Pledge. India is my country all Indians are my brothers and sisters was just for the name sack , just for the sack of saying . When I was in Higher Secondary I understood the real worth of me as Indian . I realized how united we are and how obvious it is to go to any other state without any choice and work there. Every Indian loves its own land abu...
I know what you must be thinking. Its not about running, not about college, neither about friends. Its about my mom. I call her A yee in Konkani and Marathi Ayee means mom. So why suddenly I am writing today about her. Its not a mothers day, nor her birthday neither my parents anniversary so why in the world today. Just because I felt so likh diya yaar . I saw many people posting status with their parent calling them their support system, their queen , their wonder women and what not. But what my mom is to me I think I never expressed it to anyone, not even to her. I am not a type of person who wants to put everything in status or insta stories, only in few cases I do. For marathons I put one post for the sake of keeping track or to thank some people who always helped me or to remember some people whom I met in that particular event or else I am not even interested in putting those pics. And on fb if you find some then it will be mostly shared photo from that event page. ...
Around one year back I wrote my heart out about Ladakh marathon. I really sucked that time in terms of fitness and preparation. I was feeling terrible for not completing those 26 miles. Running was somewhat which was taking a lot out of me at that point of time. But yup exactly year after here I am completing those 26 miles with pride and yes its a podium finish although not my best but good timing. So I ran this AFMC marathon on 11th August 2019, ohh boy that experience was mind blowing. Highest elevation gain was 386 m according to Garmin and route was really challenging. I think in my entire running career this was one of the second toughest marathon I ran after Ladakh. I am definitely on cloud 9 now till I start preparing for next marathon. So how was this entire year in terms of preparations. You will not believe. It started from Yoga to swimming to physio therapy to what not god only knows . I remember my Ladakh marathon till today's date as it is. My condition was s...
So long story short. Let me tell you that whatever I am writing is just from my heart its the storm which is going on at this particular point of time. So what it feels to be like a runner or physically active every single day. It feels amazing. It feels charming, disciplined, responsible sometimes hectic but most of the time relaxing and refreshing 😛. We start our run early in the morning, most of the time day does not even break but we are ready to break the chilled silence with our footsteps . While running there are N number of thoughts storming into our minds. Thinking whether we will able to finish the target run which are decided by us, what will be my pace, what will be the calories burnt, what will I have for breakfast after workouts, what will be my lunch, I should have taken a proper dinner last night probably, I am feeling low in energy, I am feeling excellent. Shall I go by that way? Not sure but will it be a good road? I can just go in this lane may be for more 10 m...
Did you get shocked by reading this title? Don't be because everyone goes through the ups and downs in their life. No one gives a fuck about what is happening in other peoples lives. It's you who has to take charge of your life and roll it like a boss. So this failure is not a big failure compared to my past. I faced the worst failures than this. I think failure makes you stronger. This was just a failed attempt in one of the multiple races I ran in my life. So the story goes back to the time when I moved to the silicon valley of India, oh don't tell me now you don't know this place its Namma Bengaluru . Place where from far way looks as if everything is running fast but nothing runs fast not even Lamborghini. So I got a new opportunity in this city and just planned to move on with the flow. Suddenly an idea of participating in the Ladakh marathon came into my mind. I was already 3.35 finisher in Full Marathon so thought I might do my best because I had improved a lo...