Life an experience in itself...!

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...

It's about learning to dance in the rain

Life consists of a lot of emotions, up and downs, good and bad days. It is full of twists and turns. The road is never straight. While walking down this road you will see the seasons changing, the flowers and trees blooming and then dying off.

You‘ll see animals loving and fighting with each other.
It is basically a complete package of love, hatred, care, trust, betrayal, happiness, sadness, problems, jealously, etc.

Some important parts of our life:
Dreams : They hold a very special place in our lives. It is only because we dream that we get the motivation to do things in life. It is only dream that drives us to do the things which we never thought we would do. When we sleep at night we dream and they help us begin a new day. But then what happens when dreams break. They don’t make any sound but it hurts a lot. At times we stop to think are we dreaming the right dream?

For some people dreams come true, for others dreams remain dreams.

People: One part of our life which we can never ignore . We laugh with them, cry with them, experience our whole life with them in short we live with them. They are never constant. When some people move out of your life some others walk in. Everyone affect our life in some way or the other. Some leave behind good memories while going and some come and destroy your world completely making you feel empty. But inspite of all this we can’t live alone. We need people and in order to keep them we should maintain relations.

Sometimes we have to sacrifice our principles and self respect in the bargain.

Problems: They are our best friends. Some of us are just not used to living without them. We are so used to them that when aren’t around our life doesn’t seem complete. They say when you face a series of problems God is testing you. But what do you if you are only giving tests and examinations and keep failing in them again and again? What does one do if he/she doesn’t pass in it and go to the next level?
“Hope .. Believe.. Trust…”
We often say these words to each other when one is going through a major crisis in their life. We motivate our friends and loved ones by showing them that there is a future and how they need to stay as positive as possible even if they are completely crushed by life.

We talk about life and the challenges that life throws at us.

But then how many of us actually believe in all this?

Destiny : The creator and destroyer of everything that happens in our lives.Most of the times instead of us it’s our destiny which controls our life. This is something which is written by God. Everything is well planned. And as time passes one by one the life goes on opening its pages. There are many people who are fighting against their destiny. Everyday they are constantly trying their best to win the game. But little do they know that they can never win against something that is already decided.
I have always seen that destiny has been kind to some people and harsh to some. One set of people just get everything in their plate without even asking for it. Another set of people get everything that they point out to.

The 3rd set do the hard work, keep a positive attitude and finally get their stuff.

And the last set of people dream a lot, try their best to have people around them, fight and fight through their problems, stay as positive as they can in spite of life giving them only tears and bad luck, still manage to keep a small hope in the corner of their heart that things will be fine, with a belief that one day destiny will smile at them!

To everyone reading this post, it is dedicated to the last set.

Peace Rally @ Gateway

I was very frustrated, especially after the Taj incident and the terror attack. It was so difficult for me to actually come back to normal. I had made myself completely negative and arrogant. Smses were being circulated about the Peace March on 03rd Dec. I decided to take part in it. I wanted to be a part of this event.

My colleagues and I boarded a cab from my office to Gateway. The roads were packed. The traffic was moving very slowly. It was 20 mins that we were in the cab and we had reached only Fountain. While we were on our way I got a call from one of my colleagues from office informing me about the RDX being found at V.T. station. I thought for while, and then took a decision to go ahead with the march. Our taxi somehow crawled near Regal cinema. I could see people walking towards Gateway, with boards in their hands. We got down and started walking with the crowd. The road to go to Gateway was packed with people. People were screaming and shouting slogans like ‘Vande Mataram’, ‘Bristish Rule, Come back’. I could actually see how angry and frustrated the common man was with the system. We held on to each other as there were chances of getting lost in the crowd and not meeting again. Mobile networks were down. More and more people were joining in. Everyone knew about the bomb which was found at CST station but this time people were too busy to be bothered. They kept saying that ‘We would rather die here in the march than die while dining with our family…;

I finally reached my destination. The Taj which I had only been watching on television. We were not allowed to go close to the Taj. There was a rope which was like the LOC which we were not supposed to cross. I held on to the rope and looked at the TAJ .

One side of the rope was me and the mad crowd behind me and on the other side was the TAJ, the policemen, the NSG commandos and silence. It was terrible. As I stood there with tears in my eyes, I could feel someone crying.. It was the TAJ. It was crying bitterly, Saying “See what they did to me,. they burnt me, they broke my windows, my dome is damaged completely, they killed my children , there’s only blood everywhere…’
I was speechless. I just could not stop my tears. I could not do anything to save my Taj.

I was interrupted by the crowd who had now started shouting,
“ Hemant Karkare Zindabad,
Vijay Salaskar Zindabad,
Unnikrishna Zindabad,
Ashok Kamte Zindabad”


I looked up at the sky. I could feel them. They were listening to us. They were all there, in that silence. As I walked alongside the rope to return the crowd started screaming “Police force Zindabad, NSG commandos Zindabad” I shook hands with the NSG commando standing there and gave him a salute and thanked him for being there.

For the first time I was a part of such a big event .They predicted 10,000 people and a crowd of 5 lakh turned up! Everyone was only talking ill against the politicians. They were so agitated, so angry. Everyone had only one question “What is the use of the govt?”

Why should we vote when we know that which ever party will come to power will not able to fight against terrorism?

Reconstruction has started at the TAJ, and the Oberoi, stations have been beefed up with high security, peace march is over, life is slowly coming back to normal.

- The politicians may forget 26Nov 2008, but we will never allow them to forget.

Letter to Mr. Raj Thackrey

Dear Sir,

Since childhood, I always admired you as a strong human being, as a politician who’ll stand by what he said, as a perfect leader, The persona and the style that you carried is something which I thought all the politicians should have. It had set in me that after Mr. Bal Thackrey you are the next person who will lead the Shiv Sena. You were always my favourite, I always admired your frankness.

I felt very bitter when you were not given the right to lead the Shivesena, but then felt better after hearing that you have started with Maharashtra Navnirman Sena (MNS). I was very proud of you, as there were a lot of the youth who joined you, I believed that you will do something for us and MNS will make a difference.


But one by one the incidents that happened made me realize that I was wrong.
As I grew up, I started realizing that I was living under a illusion. MNS was not all that perfect as much as I thought it would be.

The North Indians were beaten up miserably. The verbal fights was changed to physical and mental torture. These small small issues started becoming a ‘breaking news’ in every news channels.
The issue was not that big. It could have been dealt with more maturity.

You were the 01st one to point fingers at and yell out that we have outsiders in our Mumbai, But Sir, these outsiders never killed anyone, they never did any harm to anyone. Infact they were ready to do the jobs which you and me probably would refuse to do.


On 26th Nov, another set of ‘outsiders’ came in. They destroyed our very own Mumbai. They ruthlessly killed everyone around them, they did not have mercy on anybody, These outsiders have weakened our police force. They went on killing all the people which included a lot of Maharashtrains. There was only blood, bullets, grenade bombs, dead bodies and tears, everywhere in Mumbai.


This time why didn’t you come forward and help the NSG commandos to destroy them? I asked you this question because you always claim that Mumbai belongs to you and the Maharashtrains deserve all the jobs here. You were against everyone who migrated to Mumbai.

85% of the police force is Maharashtrains. Then why didn’t you do anything for them.

The reason I have written this letter to you is only to understand that if you could do so much against the North Indians who come here only to earn a living, then where were you when these terrorists were going on eliminating your people?

Why did you make such a difference?

-by a stupid common man

A Black Wednesday !

Only if the Cowards were little Brave enough to have a Heart.....

They came, they destroyed, they finished everything….

And all the so called politicians who claim to be the “saviours” of Mumbai were absent...

They are teenagers who have come out of their college life and just started their professional career. They are well educated, and earn a decent package. But still not normal. They have been brainwashed completely. They have been trained on how to fire at the innocent people, how to kill the top officials in the police force and make them even more weaker, how not to have mercy while killing the helpless be it small children or old people or even the stray dogs, how not to shed a tear while bursting those grenade bombs which killed a large number at a time, how they only smiled when they played their role as a ‘perfect terrorist’.

Mumbai had to go through this blow. Had the army and navy not been there we would have still got to see more blood and destruction.

Where is Mr. Raj Thackrey who always claims that Mumbai is an asset to him and he will do his best to save Mumbai from the outsiders (The Biharis). What happened now?. Today the outsiders came and one by one went on paralyzing all the strengths of our city.

Why doesn’t MNS or Shiv Sena come help the victims or help the police force? Instead of beating up the North Indians they should have used their forces to keep a check on the everyday crowd which would have been of some help to the society.

Where is Mr.Laloo Prasad Yadav who managed to become a Railway Minister sitting in Bihar?

He can send his people here for a job, he can do the chaat puja here but now when it comes to improving the condition of local trains and giving some kind of proposal to ensure the safety to the people traveling everyday, he is not here.

These people who claim that Mumbai is their property, have no rights to say that because they have actually not done anything useful for this city. They only ended up creating communal riots, instead of using their power for the safety and unity of the city. Most of our politicians are on the death bed. But when it comes to elections rallies and votings they are always in the forefront. Their speeches, their promises all seem so fake.

Why didn't they ensure that our police force gets the best of the training and the best ammunition?

Why did they take a backseat and just see the fun?

Why is no one taking Mumbai’s responsibility?

Do they have an answer to these questions?

Our Fighters... are no more... !!!

Another night where our brave officials gave up their lives for our us. Our brave ATS officials Hemant Karkare, Vijay Salaskar and Ashok Kamte sacrificed their lives, while trying to solve the terror which happened on that dreadful night of 26^th Nov 08. May be they were on the hitlist or may be it was their destiny. But the most suprising thing to be noticed is that they were killed by a bunch of 20-25 year-olds.The so called terrorists were successful in destroying the main pillars of our police force. Their motive was to kill people, create terror in the city. What we called the pride of our city The TAJ and The Oberoi is today in the hands of some outsiders who are ruining it completely.

Since the last 2 days there have been a large number of people who have laid down their lives trying to save the others. This includes the common man as well as the policemen. Our soldiers are still fighting, trying their best to destroy them completely. Our brave policemen who gave up their lives will always be remembered .Mumbai will never be able to forget 2008.

Even now we have our army and navy officers who have entered these places. We are still unaware as to how many of them are still alive inside.

But they are fighting, though they do not have the best of the weapons, or the latest techniques. They are very weak compared to the terrorists, but they have still gone in to take revenge from these “outsiders”, to show them that their death has come near and they do not have an option but to die as a loser, as a coward who only targeted the innocent people, they have gone inside to fix their appointment with God.

Mumbai Meri Jaan....

My association with Bombay started from 27th February 1985. Right from the 01st day of my life. I am born and brought up in this mad city and always felt very secure. I never really thought of visiting the other metros or any other place outside Mumbai as I still cant get enough of this place.

Bombay is very special. This is the only city which has accepted people from everywhere and made their dreams come true.

Our lifeline – The local trains look very funny if they are not crowded.
We feel so disgusting when we miss a train.
8.44 or 9.01 are the timings of the trains and our watches also are adjusted in such way so that they could match the railway clocks.
Here you will find different sets of friends, Childhood friends, school friends, building friends, office friends and ‘train friends’ which are the most important part of our day to day life. We discuss politics, religion, current affairs, Bollywood , Big Boss and many more things in our 1 hour journey.

The traffic on roads take up so much of place that a minimum time to reach any destination would be one hour.

Be it Linking Road or Crawford Market we proudly show of our bargaining skills and when we win the happiness and contentment on our faces is worth seeing.
We love eating the roadside vadapavs, panipuris, pavbhaji that we completely forget about hygiene. And to top it all a cutting chai …

When it comes to God- Mumbai celebrates every festival with a lot of involvement, excitement and enthusiasm. We love bursting loud crackers inspite of the warnings given to us. We play extra loud music during Ganpati.
Though the deadline says 10 but we end our dandiya sessions only by 12 or 1. Basically we love breaking the rules.

We are very keen on making small incidents into ‘breaking news’, be it Jaya Bacchan wanting to speak shudh Hindi or Ganpati Baapa drinking milk and water. News channels are most wanted. We get to see a lot masala on T.V thanks to our journalists.

Now a days pubs are very famous. People share their joys and sorrows here. Celebrations are done on a large scale all thanks to ‘Happy Hours’.
A colleague’s promotion, reunion of college friends, a best friend’s breakup or just nothing at all. Pubs play a very significant role in out lives.

Bollywood- 90% of Mumbai;s population loves our Hindi Picture. They go for all the 01st day 01st shows even if the newspapers show bad reviews.
We love standing for hours outside Salman’s house and patiently wait, just to catch a glimpse of him and on the other hand we get so impatient when our better half doesn’t turn up on time on a date.

We actively participate in sending SMS for KBC or Dus ka Dum with a hope that it’ll click one day and we would be in the hot seat. Even though each SMS costs us Rs.7.

Inspite of so many loopholes and so many problems we still stand out from everyone. Its only because of the spirit of Mumbai that we still take a train to go to work inspite of experiencing the blasts right in front of us.

Whether it’s Tsunami or the Bihar floods we donate money wholeheartedly.
Mumbai has been through a mess with companies going bankrupt, call centers shutting down,market going down, water logging during the rains, load shedding during summers, and many other things.
But it is still fighting. We can never dream of having a perfect metro but make the best of what we have.
After al l ‘Yeh Hai Bombay Meri Jaan….’

Appex Human Resources

Hi Guys, This would be my 3^rd post in the blog. I wanted to share one of the very special moments of my life.

My Tenure at Appex HR. This was the best time of my life. I spent almost two years in this organization & have met some really beautiful people. I dedicate this post to all of them.

We were all opposites put in one office & made to work together. So you can imagine the chaos & the confusion & the fights. But somewhere we all bonded well, somewhere we were very close especially when it came to supporting each other in the worst of the times.

Right from briefing the candidates for the interviews to making things ready for the drives, Deciding b’day gifts, Sharing dabbas, Decorating the office for Christmas, etc.was our life @ Appex.

Let me start by introducing to all the people:

Cletus Dsouza (Clets)– He ‘s the whole n sole of our office. He’s a consistent performer & major support of our office. He has his own style of working. His sense of humour has also been consistent. He hates making MIS. Very bad at maintaining records. His mom’s pickles were a hit at our office.

Namrata Khanolkar(Namz)-A person full of life. She is 2^nd when it comes to performance. Has been a major support for us. She joined us at the right time. She is very fond of makeup, U’ll never see her without an eyeliner & lipstick. Loves playing pranks. We had a blast eating Bhajiyas, Golas and panipuris after work. Has always wiped my tears, was always there to console me. She was very aggressive when it came to work. Emotionally a very strong person.

Clayton Corda (Corda)- The most talented person I have come across. Be it singing, dancing, studies, partying…Corda gets full marks in all of them. Very proud to have a friend like him. His salsa & jive sessions in office were the best stress buster for us. He is crazy about clicking his snaps…at times goes to the extent of even making a video out of it..(hehehe).

Ashley Dsouza(Ash, Mamu)- This boy is mad. His jokes can go upto any levels. His fav line ‘ Babu’… hehe.. uses it for any & everyone. He is a lot of fun to be with. All time entertainer. He has the potential to do many things. He can be very successful but only should use his skills in the rite way. As a person very sweet & understanding. Always smiling…

Juel Dsouza( Baby)- The youngest of all. Very very cute looking. His oneliners were a hit. Was the bakra most of the times. A very charming guy with a sweet smile & pony tail. This poor creature used to get harassed in the rick by the Sr. Maladians while travelling to & fro to office. They scandalized him to such an extent that he decided to come by bike. He cries to eat veg. Would pass on his dabba to us if it was veg.He would sit in the corner and keep passing his valuable comments on everything that would happen in office.

Valentino Victoria (Val )- A very sweet person to be with. Has seen life more than all of us. Can gel with anyone. A very cool & calm person. U will always find him smiling. His salsa classes were very famous in Orlem.He was the 4^th Maladian along with Cletus, Juel & Corda.

Eldridge Britto- Last but not the least Our Boss. Has played different roles; sometimes as a boss, sometimes as a collegue and sometimes as a friend. For me he has been the best boss I could ever get. The kind of support & acceptance he gave me was something which I will always cherish. He’s a true Leo. He has the best dressing sense. He was always a part of our mishciefs, our happiness, our tensions etc. Never restricted himself to his cabin. Always taught us to think 2 steps ahead. Be it going for lunches or having hooka at the airport he was always a part of our group.

All of you will always be special to me. I can say that I had the best days of my life at Appex. They have taught me how to enjoy life… I had never laughed in my entire life, as much as I laughed here .

And somewhere even today I wish I could rewind & comeback…

Miss you guys….

"Life’s a blank page,

Each friend holds a pen & writes their own story,

Thanks a lot for covering some wonderful pages of my life…."

Happy Independence Day

Come with me Ill take U to a place where everything is beautiful,

Where people sing & dance to every tune,

Where in Diwali we distribute sweets to everyone,

In Ramzan we pray for the forgiveness of our sins,

And in Christmas we welcome Baby Jesus in our lives.

Come with me Ill take U to a place where people die for each other,

In bomb blasts or in rains, you are never left alone,

Someone will be there who'll tell U "Dont worry,I'm with U",

When U are tired standing in the crowded train there will be someone who'll offer you their seat.

Come with me Ill take to this spiritual place,

Where when a new PC is bought home we put a kumkum & break a coconut before it,

Whenever we cross a temple, mosque or church we stop & pray,

When its our birthday we take the blessings of all the elders in the family,

If someone's suffering our heart says a small prayer.

Come with me Ill take you to a land of freedom fighters,

Where some were quiet & some made noise,

And together they fought till their last breath,

This is the place where our Past sacrificed their Present to make our Future secure,

Where even today we salute our soldiers who are protecting our country at the border,

Who gave up their dreams so that we can sleep peacefully in our homes.

Come with me Ill take U to India -

My World, My Country, My Home,

Where every human being would proudly say---

" I am an Indian "....

My Angel

Wish I had an angel who’d take me to a new world,
Who would take me away from all the problems,
To a place where there would be only happiness & love,

Wish I had an angel,
Who’d guide me through this journey of life,
Who’ll tell me u r special,
& you deserve to smile.

Wish I had an angel,
who’ll show me that this world is beautiful ,
& there are people who love you,

Wish I had an angel,
Who’ll be my best friend,
Who’d listen to me when im angry,
Who’d pamper me when im upset,

Wish I had an angel,
Who’d bring with him,
Lots of smileys ,
And give me one everyday,
So that I could wear it
& look more cuter.

Wish I had an angel,
Who’ll take me to God,
So that I could talk to him,
Ask him that why in this beautiful world
We have to go through so much pain,
Why our life is so short
That we miss to enjoy the special moments,
Why do we have to wait for a lifetime to get justice,
Why is it that life is not fair,
Why do we loose people,
Just before we tell them that ‘I love you’.
And when I meet God,
Ill thank him for giving me everything I wanted in this life,
For giving me an identity of my own,
For making me different from everyone,

Ill tell him that whenever I looked up to the sky,
I felt that he is listening to me,
And next time ill be born as better person,
More sensible ,
More understanding,
More Special....