A recent conversation

Participants:
Yours truly
A friend from another city

Venue:
Aroma's on FC road

Me: Aare, [gaali] kadhi aala tu?
Friend: Kaal...
Me: [gaali1], [gaali2], message vagaire karayachi kaahi paddhat..
Friend: Aare facebook var kevach takalay me...

Updates on Facebook? Hell, I am too old even for my own generation..

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// For someone wait-ing.

bored.. bored.. bored..

I mean aai shappath!!

2nd April 2011, Saturday

Thank You Team India for this great joy!!

Jeet ka Ahsaas
Ab aur bhi khaas!!!

Now Playing..

Oooh.. Dilkashi ke jo rang hai, hain tere..
Ooh ooh oooh.. Dosti ke jo rang hai, hain mere..
Tanwdanwadanw.. Tanw.. Tanwdanwadanw..
Inhi rango me chhupe, saare khushi ke rang hai..
Dekho na, dekho na..
Ye gahre halke, halke gahre, zindagi ke rang hai..
La la la laaaaaa..
kuch ghadiya.. lambi khamoshi..
kuch ghadiya.. poori madhoshi..
Life is Crazy..

Have a nice weekend.

@rooftop

Chai on a Sunday evening after a good, long nap, and followed by a stroll is one of those things that makes a Sunday, well, Sunday (and the following week bearable :) . I skipped the stroll, and went to our rooftop today. The building I live in is quite tall (eight stories) and naturally, terrace affords a good view. Once there, I located a short stump of a pillar and made myself comfortable.

The view is obstructed by a number of buildings in every direction, but mercifully a fair amount of vegetation is still seen. I located three or four kites in the sky, which rather amused me. Birds were returning to their homes, and as they were travelling at right angles to my spot, and due to the distance, the up-down motion of their wings was not visible; they appeared like a bunch of black marbles gliding across the sky. The sun was setting steadily, going behind one cloud after another in its course and illuminating their edges in ever more beautiful patterns, to reemerge a moment or two later, only bigger and redder. Now this happens every day, but it is also new every day. Did you know that the Deccan plateau (on which most of you are standing right now, just like me) was created by the volcanism ensued by the asteroid strike which also ended the age of dinosaurs 65 million years ago? That was what came to mind when I cast my eye towards the distant mountain ranges. But forget distant things, even the road in front of the building, on which I travel every day, looked different. Maybe I never noticed the suru trees by its side before. There is a mangal karyalaya nearby, and I would not have missed the band had it been absent, but curiously, all the songs being played were at least 20 years old, say from Don or Ashi hi banwabanawi. The patch of highway had started glowing against the backdrop of the nearby hill. Sat there till the sun was invisible, strolled for a few more minutes, and came down.

Now Playing

Jeevan ke safar me raahi..
Milte hai bichad jane ko...
Aur de jate hai yaadein..
Tanhayee me tadpane ko...

[A sad song (if you look at the lyrics) but sung in a cheerful voice. Was it this attitude towards life that Kishorda hinting at?]