Kuch na kaho...

Pineapple pastry, strawberry smoothie... and a weekend filled with lots of happiness. I am amazed at how good life can be when you want to sit back and reflect.

Almost 4 years of marriage , i donno how much i have changed.. or how much life has changed for me.

In a state of denial i would v said i am the same.... Miss mmumbai, miss home , miss friends... honest with work. still watch cricket...

Fact is times have changed.. friends dont call as often.. some never call... i am sure nothing has passed between us but just that all are engaged in their lifes... and we know every body will be there when required.(hoping for best , right !)

Dont miss mumbai as much... i have moved on and in a state to accept that. Honest with work... i think that line is untouched.

Bulz wont believe but, she is the only reason i could move on from mumbai.. although i never spoke too much about it to her also but fact is she has ensured life is the way it is now so due credits to her for that.

Would love to play cricket still... guess i am gonno die with that wish in my mind...just not able to move on here.

Kahaani

Loved this movie... i think its first time after "A wednesday" that some thing like this has come up on screen. Best part is there were no songs.... Not because i hate the songs, because they were not required in the plot.

Vidya balan plays the role of a wife who is hell bent in denial that her husband has not abandoned her... and gives everybody the impression that she is desperately searching for him... in shadows the culture and lifestyle of Kolkatta is smartly captured... Kolkatta is so soooo vintage... You walk into the town and there are just so many remains of the British raj. Everything is just so retro and gives you the feeling of being in that town of story books.

Couple of weeks back i visited Kolkatta and i had same feeling , i think Delhi, Bombay , Kolkatta are all uniquely different... and have their dark sides, i have heard a lot about food in kolkatta but last time i dint get the time at all. I would be visiting 2 weeks later and plan to capitalise this time around.

It was worth every penny spent... an amazing story also taking us into a new city for 2 hours. A great package with twists and an unexpected end ... totally an award winner for 2012..

Moneyball

We saw this movie yesterday... its not a typical sports movie... its more about managing teams. Brad pitt has acted really well.Sometimes i wonder if thats how all the top bosses are ... Decisions in split minutes and crazy ones too... Fact is not all can be like that. Sports is about analysis and models these days... so i am glad hollywood touched that aspect in this movie...

Loved the line "I hate to loose more then i like to win" just summed me up totally...I have never celebrated victories but i remember each losss... so clearly . Not that i like it... just the way i am carved out.

Brad pitt works hard at re inventing things... he does re invent but never wins the series which is his ultimate aim.

Its worth a watch definitely this one... although is slightly dragged in last half an hour.

To a suspecting Wifey... from same ol...Husband !

It has been a super duper hectic month. Attending business conferences across regions ... getting drunk at end of each conference and early morning flights... Last sunday was a real struggle, i was not going to get back home for valentines day as per initial plan... clearly bulz was turning red in heart and making no effort to keep it to herself.

2012 has started on a note of going all out to prove things and honestly its me against not just myself but a lot of people in organisation. Where i dedicate myself to win the war putting hours and hours on the job, i will not disagree that all other aspects of life have come to a standstill. Unfortunately self respect continues to be a high priority, clearly i have set a mission for myself and will not leave any stone un turned till objectives are met.

Coming back to topic as i came back home from the meeting, wife kept telling me that she mapped me in Dharwad on valentines day(VIA GPS ) and not pune... Although there was no K-serial fiasco she kept laughing about it and at same time saying it again and again...guess just trying to make me feel guilty for not being home on 14th.

Well, so i thought tonite is the time to come out of all the other priorities related to work and and dedicate this post to my suspecting but still loved and adored wife...the next few lines are for thee....

Love is blind...Love is everything and Lastly, love is forever...



Gnite...
Lots of Luv...
K.c....

Death -The mystery of Life...#1

Hi all, i am back after a really long break. 2011 has ended on a worst possible note... dad passed away one day prior to X mas. For first time loss of somebody struck like a bolt of lightening....and all the formalities that follow death of a loved one were performed and understood by me...

Before i start with all that... there are memories i would like to record here today..
- Being the youngest son in the house i have been the loved and pampered kid... always,
i was always a mamma's boy since childhood... i had several misunderstandings/arguments with dad as a teenager/youngster. Once we never spoke for a year almost after engineering when i took a drop and studied for getting an admission into MBA... dad was clearly unhappy about the drop... and we dint speak although we stayed in same house..
The day i got an admission into MBA, my father was the proudest man i had ever seen him in years... we never had any tiffs after that for last 5 years.. He never questioned me and i never argued any thing he asked.
I dont quite know how to put that moment into words... but in my soul i know that day onwards everything changed for both of us towards each other...
# Dad used to love delicious food(home made) and junk food 2... as kids we used to wait eagerly every sunday as he got us aloo wadi and boondi sev from D-Damodar.
# Dad was extremely supportive and happy when i got into school cricket team(which till day is one accomplishment that makes me feel most happy about myself). he used to eagerly ask how practice went everyday ... In days when we were in a really bad financial shape he had given me money to spend on whites/gloves inspite of several resistances from mom...
# Dad was a big fan of watching cricket matches and both of us have spent numerous hours and we have seen many many victories /defeats... and discussed cricket for hours during matches... On working days he used to call home and enquire the cricket score from me always.
# There was a very soft moment just few days before my marriage when i was going to change my decision to get married to Bulz... he was the person who had explained me that how big a step it was for her and there fore it was important that i should understand the situation... reminded me how few days back when i had told him "that i would marry her coz we both had loved each other like no one else could have loved us" Today our married life is a heaven , but had he not guided me on the delicate moment donno how things would ve gone.
# Dad was a government employee in finance department and could have made tons of money in wrong ways... inspite of corrupt colleaques he never resorted to those means although it meant lots of mental stress to him and several transfers coz of dislike of seniors on his stance....he was the most honest person i have known.... as i work today i know how difficult his situation must ve been and i wud ve never been able to maintain such a stance if i had been in his position...
# dad passed away when i was not near him... i reallly really really wish we cud ve had a last word... My heart just sinks and eyes get heavy every time i remember this i miss u dad... I wish we cud ve had just that one final word...
# ..............

Ghazal Nite...

I was in Kolkatta on an official trip couple of days back ... well no comments on how the trip went... but surely there was something worth mentioning.

In evening after a really tiring day an unusual Ghazal nite was organised in a banquet amidst darkness only candles glowing all around with the ghazal artists sitting on a gaddi like movies along with there instruments..

Evening began on a low note as initially when they were singing nobody was listening..as the evening gathered momentum eventually all of us were loving the music accumulated on same table glasses of wine really helped...

It was a really relaxing end to the day as they sang old classics from Rajesh khanna/ dev anand / kishore kumar/Raj kapoor/mohd rafi... era late into the night.

At end of it all... people were drunk and floating partly in the tunes of all songs and partly because of the high of alcohol and en they danced. I felt good, especially after a really bad day at office.


Song playing : Thi chachni si har uski baat...
Maaeri aap hi hasdi aap hi rondi...

Zindagi ki yehi reet hai....

Avoiding the inevitable is not something all can accomplish.... definitely rising back from ashes post destruction is only what champions can do... rest of the lot has to linger in the waves of relentless torture that they were only avoiding all the time...

Jin andhero se bhagte rahe... chupte rahe..
Zindagi ke harr kone mai.. apne hi ankhon ki band palkon mai...
aksar unse hi milte rahe...
Kabhi nashe ki gehraiyo mai...
Kabhi beete samay ki bhuli bisri yaadon mai...
Toh kabhi apne vartmaan ki khamiyo mai...
Aksar unhi andhero se baar baar samna karte rahe..
satya ka samna hi karna sikhe tab
apne bhayy pe jeet sake...
Jo na sikh paye woh bas... zindagi bhar un andheron se bachte rahe..