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   I already started writing a book " Morris : The Half Trusted ".. 

      as a writer I am facing the same problems ... those which are about managing the flow of a book .. and then those brainwaves from which some masterpieces can be created ,but I can't make them continuous..

and for now when I am feeling like I am not    the one when I was once..

every sentence of mine is becoming enemy ... 

Hmmmm.....

Right Now..

        Hii.. Here I am just sitting in wi fi zone to have  a good connection..
      and its bone chilling cold ..
                 It is about 2:30 am to come .. and I am just writing about this .
  Nothing is so interesting here except this a very dry and cold climate .
     Long  ... if I see I can see faded lights in fogs and it is seeming that every light is blurred ....
   I am just wondering about this .. my mind and how it stuck to things it languidly love.
  And there when this happen .. I will never have a reason or an excuse to divert it.
           
             I am just going to write a rough story tomorrow ... Right now , I have no excuse for this lingering mind to avoid it to go in those memories. How things happen and this mind just enter in it with no fear .. I will always wonder why... but right now I was just thinking to have an awesome hot tea.. I don't think I can ... Let me ask my dear pal .. PJ .. If he knows any for this time..
 until tomorrow .. have dreamy night .

so long ..

It's have been so long.. to come back to SAFAR again...

               Yeah... I am here ,after a very long time....
 Because things have happened in their own fashion that I could not even get .. why to come back..
And now when I realized, that nothing has been that much glorious and realistic than to believe in our selves ...
              I found it .. but can not explain... I am just having it with each of my feel ..
     

THE BISCUITS

                                              

                                                  Somethings we say we can't change ....           But I wonder if its true. Its just about 3 days before . In the heavenly evening, I was walking through the busy roads and busy people.                                                                                                                                     People.... many people ... some were happy ,some were sad , some were looking for someone, some were trying to escape from the MAMU (i.e. traffic police of pune city) , . All of them were just walking continuously   and it was like a flow of water flowing where there is space. I had no special task that day .Actually getting bored makes me frustrated and someone inside me says leave all this shit and get out for walk. And so I was walking........ alone.                                                                                           There is Ganesh temple on somewhat distance from the road I used to walk . Sometimes it feels relaxed to sit there and to watch the people. I was there that day sitting on the katta ....and watching the busy lives .After some time a thing caught my focus. And I regret that I did not bring my camera with me at that day. It was such an event that can be turnrd to very forged memory.                                                                                                                        A little cute boy was eating biscuits sitting by side of his grandfather. The boy was happy . But there was another boy somewhat about the same age was watching him from the distance . He was so poor .His rough hairs , blackened face and allover appearance was showing that he was a beggar .    Grandfather saw him and called him with a smile.He came running happily and wishing that he will get some biscuits .Grandfather gave him two of them .But suddenly a women arrived there . She was also looking too poor ,in fact  she was his mother. She just pulled his hand and gave the biscuits back .And she shook her head to grandfather indicating NO . There was no anger on her face but there was much more than struggling fire of will .                                                                                                                                    She walked away saying thank you to the old man and went to the man who was pulling a huge luggage on handcart. He was pulling it with his fully strained muscles and his body was glowing because of the sweat . That man and the women were parents of that beggar looking boy. She said something to her husband but he was looking somewhere else .      He immidiately gave her 10 Rs . and said something .I wonder what he was thinking which made him sit on his knees and to move his hand over his son's face .But still he was looking somewhere else . His mother came with a packet of biscuit and gave it to her beloved son. Boy started jumping with joy.                                                      And his mother was holding her husbund's hand and making him stand both of them stood up.The man put his hand on the shoulder of his wife and another on his son's head .But still he was looking somewhere else.And just after that great moment I wanted to catch ,the man again started to pull the cart with some new kind of power. But still he seeming to look somewhere else .........               Because he was blind.                                                              But his will wanted his son to be happy  and his wife wanted her husband to see their son's joy .                                                   THATS WHAT I WONDER THAT WE SAY WE CAN NOT CHANGE SOMETHINGS..... I REALLY WONDER IF ITS TRUE..............         THE BISCUITS MADE THEM CHANGE .... IT HAPPENS ONLY IF YOU WISH ......                                                                                           - ANIKET D.

LOVE YOU THIS DAY......

                 HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYBODY....                           

                          Enjoy the world of love with 

                                  the person you love...

                      and everything you love......

                                                                                                 - Aniket D.

DECISIONS ....... NOT MISTAKES

                                  Mistakes are not mistakes.....                                    they were decisions once when you felt that it was totally right for that moment ....                                                 Thus there is no need to regret on mistakes ..... because taking decisions is thing in our hand but the time is there to judge it either a decision or a mistake ....  we better know we can't stop the time and never comes back ......                                                                                                     - Aniket D.

ONLY IF YOU WISH TO...

                     Sometimes we wish to fail and leave all.......                                                but if we dream ,definitely we  can                                      achieve it again .... Only if you wish to....                                                                                                             -A. D.

CHAIWALA....

    Hi Everybody.... good evening .

It is awesome what I feel about my heart and daily journey.... Yesterday was one of spacial days in my safar till today and may be there will many from this moment.  

                         I was  returning back from my daily outdoor . The beautiful sunset with chirping  birds even in the heavy traffic of pune was seeming so sweet.... I was at the bus stop .... waiting like many other . No longer I was watching the road , a kid came with his kettle of tea . He was chaiwala ....  As soon he arrived singing something , everyone wished to have a tea and so they were checking their pockets .... for coins . I took a cup and just opened my camera to have his innocent face's click in that shady yellow light . He came to me curiously, asking me if I am going to click his photo . His face was glowing with some kind of joy . 

                                        I clicked one of his feelings...and I called him to have just a chat. I was teasing him in the name someone he loves . He was smiling like a shy girl ....

 " No .. not yet but .... leave it sir , I just can't tell you...."  and he just started  laughing ... 

"Oh come on .... ! I am not going to tell anyone ... tell freely ." I asked him to tell ....    and he just pointed his hand towards a girl standing another side of road and watching him . After asking about his parents he said some heavy lines showing his responsibility even in such a small age.....                                                           " Sahabji , I have no one to look back  .....

            but I have many to look after ..." tears arrived in his innocent eyes showing what kind of SAFAR he had .... I could just imagine about how many brothers and sisters smaller than him he has to look after and never wanted to push him deep by asking about that....  " It's nothing sahabji , I am happy because my love is there to look after me .... And I don't want to be burden on her .... She is cute sahabji ... "   He was watching to that girl and smiling . I myself couldn't stop to leave without any help ... 

After asking  to some local people , I was shocked to know that they both have no parents .... they had brothers and sisters for whom they are giving their all .....

                             Though he was such a small guy , he showed and spoken many sage things ....                                                        Though he didn't know much about love ......, he spoken about responsibility and burden ....                        Though he was a CHAIWALA ,                       he spoken like a great person ... 

                         Indeed he will be definitely ......  

Yeah , I left my bus ... but got something that I must not miss behind ...... I will always have this memory whenever I will have a CHAI......                                                                                                                      - a. d.

& WE DON'T ACCEPT IT.................

                                                    

                                  It seems that we always wait for good moments only. Those which are really made to describe something wrong beyond what we expect ...... Some believe that these are often ,but they never come often . besides we don't accept it for what they really are ..... And this how we just fail to build the strength against bad moments .....

                                                  At the very last, wishing only good moments brings nothing but many bad moments ..... and that we don't accept .............

                                                                           

                                                                                               -A. D.

AND I LOST MY SELF TO FIND ME...

  I don't know who I am ....

and there are many who feels the same, I know.

Sometimes I don't want to find .... but it feels burdened not to 

knowing myself . Trying to be good with everything is all that 

tells me . And trying it without morals needs much space inside 

you because the world will give you nothing but the sea of pain 

to swallow . And it only shows me two things , my bicycle and 

camera .... to safar the path of real me.... I have started my safar 

in which I am somehow lost  , to find me.......

                                                                                   

                                                                              - A. D. 

 

THE SAFAR

SAFAR........

                                                  The journey .....

                                starting from heart          

                                and ending to the  memories...

                                               

                          The dream ...

                                  of the unknown path...

                            The path ...

                                   of the unknown feelings...

                              The feelings ...

                                   of the unknown heart...

                               The heart...

                                     of unknown me...

                                   

                                  The me...

                                       of the lost me...

                                                                            

                                                                   - A. D.