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Friday, May 27, 2011

1 hour at the railway station


From 3 to 10th standard, in every english exam we came across a question, asking us to write an essay,"An hour at railway station", only reason I could figure out then was, may be examiner was banned from going to the station, leaving him with no other option but to make us write our experience. Every time it turned up, we blindly wrote about waiting for a train which was always late, than some chai wala, shoe polish wala and similar arbit people whom we rarely notice even after going to the station hundreds of times. Some time I went a step ahead and wrote their names too. We wrote about other trains passing by, passengers running across the platform(just to fill lines) and counting number of lines still left to be filled. as the essay would come to an end, we would write in bigger handwriting to cover more and more lines and that was almost similar to how we answered the question every time it appeared. We never really thought why the same question turned up year after year. When other questions of the paper were new and of higher class, why this same question turned up in every standard. Many times we wrote the same lines again, sometimes used same names of chai wala and shoe polish wala too. Never gave any thought as to why this repetition. But if you relax a bit and think about again, Life behave similar to that examiner. Throwing same situation again and again, waiting for us to respond. Hoping someday we would respond differently. Just for moment, we need to sit and think, did we gave the same answer to the same question, if yes, than why blame life for giving same marks again and again.



Life may not give us a opportunity twice, but it surely give a new opportunity everyday. Only thing it expect back is a new response.

"HIS WAYS"



Having convinced myself, I'll celebrate guruji's bday all alone and give "tera main" event a miss, I planned my actions for the day very clearly,but since I wanted to take happified to the event, I had to go to the venue once, I confirmed the timings of event and decided to go hours before it begins, so that I can easily find volunteers for happified and leave silently without getting noticed by many people. I had many weird set of reason, in case someone intervenes. I reached at 4.30 pm at the venue, got the happified direction charts placed. It was around 5 pm, when mamta dee suddenly realised, going ahead in the event without happified flex(getting it printed was taken up by her), might place her into not so good, answerable position later and trying to cover up, Made me and keshav run and find someone who could print flex on the spot or at least get a big size poster(I hated it). Bit irritated on such a behaviour, had no other option but to go and search. We ended up getting nothing, but keshav thoroughly enjoyed having vada pav, kohlapuri roll and pastry. I didn't even realised it was more than an hour since we left terapanth bhavan for the flex. I had to rush, if people would have already arrived, all my plans of using stamps would just go into vain. We quickly reached the venue and I tried my best to delegate some important stuff to people and leave. But when i reached, I found all volunteers tied up with some or the other seva, already 7 pm still searching ways out. Plan which seemed so easy earlier, was now leading to funny situations. I quickly made some analysis and chalked out another plan. Gave happified stamps to chirag and all subscription forms to every counter manager present there. When I was about to leave, I would just get sanket's call every few minutes wanting to talk to pratik(why call on my cell only??), in between neha kothari coming up to me and asking to sell "I am honest" tshirts (I didn't even knew what is the price of a tshirt,what sizes we have, why me??) Finally, when I was done with everything, few mins left for the show, my way clear but mind unclear. I was aware of this situation, I knew I won't be able to take any decision if I stay there for long and that was the reason why i wanted to leave much before the show. I still left and was on the street waiting for a rickshaw, asked a couple of them but none seem interested, every second i wasted, my mind played more tricks. Fight between wanting to attend and leaving had turned into a intense war. I decided, I'll ask 1 last rickshaw wala and if he refuses I'll go back to the show and surrender. I had kept my pass in a paper bag near I am honest table, when the last rickshaw refused I just went to see if the pass is still there and it was. Took my pass and went into the auditorium. First and last thing I remember I saw was guruji's picture on the stage background, it was my fav. Picture. When ever I saw the picture, i felt as if guruji is looking into my eye and injecting his grace. That was it, guruji and me, both laughed and I accepted, its HIS WAYS, which decided everything and no other plan or line of action. It was amazing how he kept me busy for hours just to lead me where I was, where he wanted me to be, tera main. As the picture read, celebrating "HIS" presence. I made no other efforts, Rather there were no other efforts left to make. Its all "HIS WAYS". All "HIS WAYS" of saying, "keeping try but I just love playing and you!"


I belong to you guruji.



If ravana could laugh, why not you..


We all know Ravana had ten heads, and he managed to laugh from all 10 of them. We have just one, still we struggle to manage a smile through out the day. Even Ravana had problems, bigger than ours ,which included:
  • a legal suit against him for kidnapping someone else wife,
  • a brother who would eat for 6 months and sleep for next 6 months, not earning a single penny,
  • a sister without a nose,
  • a brother who betrayed him and joined the opposition party,
  • Opponent Rama's men, hanuman trespassing his private property and putting it on fire. Specially when insurance companies were not so active.
  • Just Imagine to laugh out loud, ravana would have to brush all his 320 teeth everyday, after all a emperor of an country build with yellow gold, couldn't flaunt yellow teeth.
  • Ravana owned a jet plane(remember the one in which he kidnapped sita),but mere writing rama's name of stone made them float on water. Ram could always claim to be more eco-friendly.
Even after all these problems, if ravana could laugh, why not we??



Bolo Bhai


Bolo bhai, kya haal hai

Kyu bigdi bigdi si ye chal hai
Tension se ho gaya hai bura haal
Dheere dheere uud gaye saare baal

ghar se nikalte he, bhajne laga ye phone
Kaap utha mein sun woh darawani ringtone
Dekha toh ghar se hi aaya tha phone
Utha te hi mene puch hello koun
Mere prashn ko andekha kar
Kehne lagi aate hua beauty cream toh lana
Aab aap hi batao, itne kaam budget mein ghar kaise chalna

Kuch der mein fir baaj utha ye phone,
Fir baji woh darawani ringtone
Bete ne kaha, bapu mein fir ho gaya fail,
ussi marksheet mein kaha raha hu bhel,
Aab aap hi batao, ye kaisi fairy tale

Kuch der mein fir baaj utha ye phone
Fir baji woh darawani ringtone
Aabki baar phone bank se aaya tha
Mere dil mein ek toofan uth aaya tha
Loan chukane ki pass aa gayi tareek
Ye sochte hi, meri tabiyat ho gayi baareek.

Fir kuch der mein baaj utha ye phone
Fir baji woh darawani ringtone
Haath aab lage the kaapne
Sunte hi dil sehem utha,
Kya munni badnaam ki hai aapne.

Jaad hai haar tension ki ye phone,
Upar se ye darawani ringtone,
Kar diya aab iss phone ko switch off
Katham toh hua aab iska khauf
Aap puchte ho kya haal hai
Tension se uud gaye saare baal hai

Valley Of Flowers....




It’s a local belief that fairies exist in the ‘Valley of Flowers’. The name was gifted by Frank Smith a British mountaineer and botanist who accidently discovered the valley while finding his way back from an expedition to Mt. Kamat, in the year 1931. Situated high in the Himalayas of the Uttaranchal, it is at an altitude of 3,600 meters above the sea-level, protected by snowy mountains.


Displaying an unabashed view of the magnificient bounty that Nature is, the valley is akin to a huge canvas with a million hues! Spread out over an area of 87.5 Sq. Kms., it is accessible only in the months of summer i.e. between June and October while the rest of the year it’s snow season. Besides being home to hundreds of flowers,it’s a haven for flower-lovers, botanists and trekkers alike, who cannot find excuse enough to emabark on a trip to this paradise. A detailed study of the valley has claimed the existence of 520 species of plants of which 498 are flowering plants. Orchids, Poppies, Marigolds, Daisies, Brahmakamals and Lilies lay out a rich carpet of welcome.

As a variety of butterflies flit about busily enhancing its beauty, the presence of rare animals like the Red Fox, Snow Leopard, Musk Deer, Tahr, Himalayan Black Bear, Himalayan Brown Bear and birds like the Golden Eagle, Griffon Vulture, Snow Pigeon make it even more enchanting. These living beings however, are the only ones to enjoy the pleasures of the valley throughout the year.

The nearest major town is Joshimath, located at a distance of 17 kms. Joshimath is the place where Adi Shankaracharya set up a 'mutt' in the 8th century. It is conveniently connected by roads from Haridwar and Dehradun, both at an estimated distance of about 270 kms. From Joshimath it’s an hours’ travel to Gobindghat, where a trek of 13 kms through steep and narrow but well defined paths lead upto to a small settlement called Ghangaria, located just 3 kms. away from the valley.Ghangaria has hotels with electricity and mobile towers. As one proceeds, one can experience the welcoming feel of the valley at the Pushpavati river itself!

Even a small flower from Natures’ bounty is enough to fill every cell in our body with joy and delight. To behold flora and fauna that extends upto the horizon, is nothing less of a divinely magical experience beyond the grasp of words. No doubt, the splendour and the scintillating beauty of the valley attracts tourists from all around the world. The Valley of Flowers, which is now a World Heritage Site, was declared a national park in the year 1982, in a bid to preserve this benevolent gift of Nature as well as maintain the natural eco-balance of the valley.



Indeed, this place proves true the saying, "Reality is restricted by your imagination"



Going That Extra Mile - Sir Subhash Bhide



The past few months have convinced me that ‘Learning is Eternal’. Prof. Subhash Bhide - 48 year ‘young’, teacher, guide and mentor to thousands of students, proves this adage true. A key professor at Bhide Education Pvt., Ltd., Professor Bhide is a Chartered Accountant and is in the teaching fraternity for the last 24 years, imparting 3 lectures a day on a daily basis. His excellence is not simply restricted to Taxation but extends up to the territories of Strategic Financial Management and Financial Reporting too.
Beginning with the Degree college curriculum, he also takes classes for professional courses like Chartered Accountancy. His pleasant disposition is a source of delight and inspiration for all. Constant innovations in the art of teaching, enlivening a boring subject with the right dash of humour and a focused teaching methodology are his forte.

Despite being part of an education system that is always being blamed for its various weaknesses, Prof. Bhide has always believed in self- excellence and never allowed his own learning process to stagnate. For him each day is a ‘learning day’, as much as it is a ‘teaching day’.

His unique teaching methodology has helped thousands of individuals grow and prosper from aspiring students to successful professionals. Prof. Bhide has played the role of an architect to the careers of many a professional, and works on future exemplary professionals everyday! It’s his teaching brilliance, which brings even practicing Chartered Accountants to attend his lectures, in a bid to quench their thirst for knowledge.

In ancient India, the schools or ‘Gurukuls’ as they were known as, had Rishis and Acharayas to impart knowledge, and these teachers did not just teach but worked diligently to mould their students into better and successful humans beings. Just like them, Prof. Bhide has gracefully accepted the responsibilities attached with this noble profession called teaching and has set a trend to follow!

A few weeks back, when I heard he had again come up with new explanations to the some old concepts, I didn’t pay much attention. It was only after I attended his Strategic Financial Management again, that I realized what I would have missed had I not attended! I was delighted to hear all the new and improvised explanations from him. He had once again, come up with something new and something better! Teaching the same concepts daily for the last 24 years, Prof. Bhide not just imparts knowledge but makes a visible difference in the students’ lives.

Like it’s said, “Honesty is not just giving your 100% everyday, it’s reaching beyond your 100% everyday.” Subhash Bhide Sir, is an honest and Happified teacher, guide and mentor

Sri Ras!!!


“Rahon mein jab teri chaaon mil gayi

Har mod ek nayi manzil mil gayi
Paane jo chale they tujhe
Humein apni phechan mil gayi


Gyan ki kuch boondon ke pyaase they
Tune puri Ganga hi pila di
Humein toh bas kuch nazaare dekhne they
bandh aankhon se tune puri duniya dikha di!

Saanson se toh hum sirf zinda they
Tune unse jeena sikha diya
Nahi pata aur jahaan hai ya nahi
Tune toh yahin swarg bana diya

Socha na tha kabhi itna payenge
Teri daali ke hum bhi ek phool ban jayenge
Mehekne lage ga yeh jeewan
Aur hum bhi is tarah khil jaaenge


Hum toh muskurahat ke bahane dhoond rahe they
tune muskurahat hi, woh bahana bana diya
Hum ne toh do pal ki khushi chahi thi
Naa jaane tune kab isey aadat bana diya”