PATIENCE PAYS

Just out of the blue all of a sudden we come across a moment where every hovering piece of jigsaw fits, we experience everything around us falling into right places, our words our steps our assignments each damn mechanism finds its perfect place and all this arising in just one moment, that moment where the time neither moves fast nor slow it ticks just at the right pace, that moment is so convincing that everything around you makes complete sense. You feel the picture is complete and nothing can now interrupt your attention. The moment when you feel you never can be rebelled.

There are men and women who happen to experience this flow. Only reason for they are utterly patient and silently moulding their strength to make things happen, things which once were nothing more than just beliefs. These people had an undying impact of a thought or an event or even a person who deep down significantly guided them to make a mark. They worked hard for their convictions to materialise, faced challenges, but waited with utmost serenity no matter what and how harsh the conditions were. They are at the top pedestals of whatever curriculum they belong to. Just a question they never asked was ‘patience pays, but when?’ this is the only reason that they have an impressive smile a smile that gives hope to amateurs like me, and proves that forbearance is the art needed to be practised and mastered.

At this moment I have a conviction, to give myself some time and overcome my paucities, to be able to make sacrifices that require me to keep moving on with just one belief that patience will pay someday and when it pays, the sacrifices that I make shall be meagre before the reward of being persistent. I want to smile that smile and emboss a mark, but then I know I shall have to put in time and labour, be away with unwanted restlessness and most important, be patient to see things falling in place and for me.

Had it Didn't Dawn That Day

No hope, none to talk and none to console.

It so happens once, that your day turns out to be a total disaster. You do something so bad that it leaves you with undying consequences. It’s like falling into a swamp, whatever you do to come out, you are pulled and drowned all the more. You want to cry, but in vain. Your heart sinks to the bottom and pounds faster than ever, you lose awareness, confidence and slowly you start losing yourself.

You realise that something has slipped out of your hands big time with no sooner chances of recovery, like you waged way beyond your ability and lost. The damage is done, your world splits apart, your faith shaken and shattered, your mind burdened with heinous thoughts and a fear, grave fear of unknown traps you and shades away any ray of hope that tries to reach you.

Of all this, you do learn a lesson but much bigger a price for it, still to pay.

All you do is just sit and imagine, what it would be like if you did not make that terrible decision that day or; had it didn’t dawn that day, life would have been much different then what it is today.

Undying Urge

Change in me is happening. The speed is uncertain but it is evident that it is happening. Sometimes it is seen from my behaviour and sometimes not, sometimes even I am not aware of it but deep inside me something is stirring and the change is happening. I am highly confused, and more confused about the confusion I am confused of. I know things but I am falling short to explain them, there is always ‘what if’ fear with me that is difficult for me to overcome. What if I go wrong, what if I am unable to explain what I understand, what if someone will come to know that I am losing it, what if and what if. Many times when I am surrounded by people I feel aloof, incomplete, insecure, I feel like hiding myself wishing that I was not here or anywhere else ever. Hiding is not a solution but it always comes to my aid. There is a longing in me to sort things out, to stop bothering and finally start what I always think of, to prove myself and to prove beyond expectations. Every night before drifting into sleep I promise myself that tomorrow is the day when I shall make a mark somewhere; somewhere so sharp that it becomes my character and identity. It is my undying urge for long, but I am confident that I shall fulfil it before the change happening in me overcomes the impulse. 

Butterflies in Stomach

The countdown for the big day has begun and I am nervous, no reason but plainly nervous. Everything is in a gust and so is my heart. Just the thought that I am getting married makes the hairs rise on my neck. My heart, was in search for an impeccable wedding, but now I feel less to explain as everything is so new to me, its unsteady, roaming, confused, passionate, calm and jerky and many more things are happening but I can’t explain, concentrating on reducing weight whilst having all the delicacies down the belly, not having any track of time between all the preparations, and endless shopping, no matter how much you have its always less, but you bet I am enjoying every bit of it. I guess these little random things make this time all more seamless. I am so thrilled that I see every other person getting engaged or married this season, and also I see happiness in everyone’s eyes and I feel proud that she is the reason behind their blissful eyes.

You ask me and I shall admit; it feels heaven. Small chats in overnight long calls and still not willing to hang up, and waking up wearing a smile, while folks yelling in the ears. Suddenly having a special liking towards her favourite food or colour or movie or whatever silly and idiotic her fancies may be.

Getting to know a new family, and preparing for the whole new chapter of life. Things are happening so fast around that there is virtually no time to see time passing by. Beautiful isn’t it, you feel happy, well just happier, and you don’t have to find a reason for being so, your smile is same but people often find new meanings behind it. Well I have an impression that she is beside me helping me to write this new chapter, where I see my future

with her…

Do Pyale

Dekhe mele is duniya ke, tarah tarah ke rang nirale

Kam mein uljha behta rehta jaise nadi koi bin kinare

Akela pada is daud mein ab mujhe puchne wala koi nahi

Samne mere hai do pyale saath pine wala koi nahi

 

Mil ke kitne pathar pairo ke niche rond diye

Tark ko haqueqat mein badal kitno ko piche chod diye

Ab jab mud ke piche dekhu to dur dur tak koi nahi

Samne mere hai do pyale saath pine wala koi nahi

 

Nayan matakka matar gashti khup kiye yaaron ke sang

Phir paise kamane ki hod mein badal gaye mere bhi rang

Unki hasi khalti hai aaj jinke saath ab mera koi thikana nahi

Samne mere hai do pyale saath pine wala koi nahi

 

Thak kar chur chur hogaye mere ab haath pair

Phir bhi tas se mas na hua gaya nahi mere dil ka bair

Aram karna jab chahta hu to ab bistar lagane wala koi nahi

Samne mere hai do pyale saath pine wala koi nahi

 

Har marz ki ek dawa bas daru ke sahare chal raha hu

Nashe ki aad le kar khud hi ka sahara ban raha hu

Samne rakhe do pyale bhi ab sukh gaye

Duniya ko jitney ki chah mein hum tanha ho ke reh gaye

All about Filling the Blanks

It takes not much time to realise that we are not the ones who make decisions over here always. Major we are the puppets, the puppets whose strings are held by someone who in turn is again a puppet. None to master all. Even the richest has to depend upon others for his richness to rise. Dependency is the prime requirement of us humans, and believe me no one calls the shots here, I mean absolutely no one, its just the perception from where we are standing. The beauty of this place called world is that its spherical and that it works in same way. We all are tied in the definite spots to complete this vicious sphere. The circle has to complete. We sometimes make mistake to see that we are the rule makers of this place so the next time we feel that way, just look around we can see fingers holding the ends of the strings tied around our neck. When Shakespeare said All the World's a Stage, he knew better then, that if we do not perform better there is always a replacement handy. So its better we realize it sooner that we are here to just fill in the blanks and nothing else and if we do not perform what we are supposed to, less are our chances to survive peacefully.

Engaged Suddenly

I have waited for more than 2 decades for now,
And one fine morning suddenly she was there.
That very moment was beyond imagination,
And she had beauty with none to compare...
Her face was so lit, it glowed my heart,
Instantly there was a click,
And i knew we would never be apart...
Some part in me wanted to hide myself, coz the princess had the charm to kill through sight,
Her fishy eyes made a place in my heart, and suddenly i knew she was Mrs. Right...
Her lips wore smile like few petals of rose,
She was a goddess in a human pose...
I blinked a thousand times to convince my eyes,
Was i really in the moment which was beyond any prize...
Her voice was exciting and soothing all at same,
That very awe made me forget even my own name...
Suddenly my heart was racing a race,
And there was no medium to lower its pace...
I was then honoured when she accepted my proposal,
Suddenly it was time of us to live happily ever after...

A bit of it

A moment of silence to acknowledge the truth, to search for the peace and to get one with our own self

A fill of water to quench the thirst, to save the foliage and to recreate the world.

An instance of failure to collapse, to get up, and to get set again

A long breath to be alive, to feel the essence and to consume the environment

A pat on the back to inspire, to help find spirit and to bring out the best

A hand of support to unite, to help and to charity

A regular prayer to feel the Supreme, to get enlightened and to get blessed

A carton of courage to fight for right, to protect and to survive

A ray of hope to endure, to see tomorrow and to make it better than today

A spark of light to shoo the darkness, to widen the gaze and to look beyond

A wave of smile to get over anger, to make friends and to spread the happiness


A cushion of shoulder to linger in compassion, to get over the grief and to dwell in the warmth


A piece of knowledge to understand, to deliver and to collectively prosper

A blink of nap to dream, to fantasize and to create our own world

A nip of ink to write, to write and to write our hearts out

A bit of all of it just to live and enjoy every bit of it

Dream

I dream to leave shyness at anchorage

And dive in the oceans of people with encourage

I dream to be independent all my life

And never accord with my canon and live with elite

I dream to start my career as an innovator

And end it with dignity and title of an experimenter

I dream to excel the art of earning income

So that I live fullest and leave ample for generations to come

I dream to grow old holding hands with my wife

Enjoying every moment and surpassing every hurdle of life

I dream to keep all my senses as they are

Which will surely help me to travel all my ages far

I dream to leave this world just the way I came

Surrounded by my family and friends, no regrets and no pain

I dream to come back here as a human being

Free from all evils and prepared to see another dream

Friend's Day

Hmmm...feels very nostalgic looking back and see two friends having arms around each other... one of whom is me, the other my friend...We have grown up since we met long ago, but his heart is all so same, some beats still beating for me. My eyes go numb feeling the warmth in my hands held by him for years, my lips smile when I can see him with me at every place where we were once together...I don't remember the moments but his laughter is always afresh, giving me the reason to keep moving on...His name excites me with the adventures we had, his voice stuns me with the chatter we had, his memories fills me with with endless emotions and I like to swim in them every often...He is just away from me...with a promise to unite and to live with me the good old days...Though I am surrounded by people, but I miss my friend more than ever...Wishing you happiness on or day... on friendship day...

Self-Serving You, Self-Seeking Me

Many times at certain turns I happen to stop by to take a pause, to rest and glance at the road traveled, the world seems so away and its then I realize that I have come a long way. That pause makes me think about the people I have touched and the few who touched me, about how we all started together in this voyage and how I am left alone now. I concluded that only two things made me stand there, I ignored people who wanted me and got ignored by the people whom I wanted. This is the reason that I stand aloof, that I see people around but none familiar face to look upon, and none familiar voice to call upon. But its all so fair, we live in a selfish world, and being selfish is what we see and what we follow, none waited for us and we wait for none. We meet people we consume them and leave as they meant nothing to us ever. We have walked over the corpses of our own values and teachings, but the funny part of it is that we don't regret it, because being selfish is no longer wrapped under the spell of sin, it is now more an inheritance, and it gives me relief to say that I am not solely responsible for where I am. Well moving on is the only lesson everyone has learned and mastered. But the fact remains, no matter how many times do we say, but our heart never beats for others, it will always beat for only ourselves.

Time...

It was many centuries back the number of which I don't recall.

I was born and lost and there was no one to call

Since that long period I was always on my own

But now I belong here and earth has become my new home.

I was right there when first living was born.

The first seed sprouted and the first season was called.

I saw people breath, struggle, learn and teach.

And even I saw how they changed and then preached.

I saw the God, taking birth and guiding others

I saw the sun and the moon daily changing their colors

I saw the trees grow beyond the space and imagination

I saw the birds coming out of eggs and also shedding their feathers.

I saw giant animals make home of this place

I shared this earth with them, until their deadly fate

I was the witness when all inventions were made

I was the witness when everyone hid behind homely crate

Ritual goes changing things after every change in period

But only I am still there with same form and grade

Still all blame me to make the changes in their life

Only getting used to it is the irony of my life

I don’t have eyes but I never missed anything

I don’t have ears but I do hear everything

I never bothered to speak of me until now

I still lack a worthy companion up till now

I have seen earth turn heaven and hell

Still I am stern, calm and no frail

Owing to my support that mankind have evolved

My existence acted as a middleman to make things resolved

Still People tried to defeat me by running a race

I didn’t worry at all; as I travel at my own pace

I am less remembered and more ignored

I am blamed to be the biggest culprit if one’s troubled

 

I am the history, the present and the unseen future

I am the best medicine and even better a tutor

I have always given and given and never expected

It doesn’t wonder me why people take me for granted

Now I know that this world is selfish and mean

Even I am removing the cloak of selfless and clean

No one cared for me, so I shall teach lesson to each one

I am TIME and from now on I shall wait for none.

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Then why the grudges and why such fudges

Why not open your arms to welcome all worldly charms

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Then why not celebrate every moment

When you know time will not return

Why not live fullest by not bothering about the future

When you know there won’t be a future at a turn

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Then why fight with your brother

When you know he’ll be your support one day

Then why fight with your sister

When you know she’ll leave you some day

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Then why depend on others

When you know its only you on whom can you rely

And why not be a support to others

When they know its you on whom they can rely

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Then why abstain yourself from your interests

When you know you are nothing without them

Why not spare time from your work for friends

When you know you are yourself when you are with them

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Then why hesitate to travel for holidays

When you know its now or never

Why not plan something out with your family

When you know you may not get such a chance ever

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Then why are you afraid of being yourself

When you know its very difficult to pretend

Why not try and create your own space

So that you become your own idol at the end

A Remembrance

This is the letter I wrote last year when my Maternal Grandfather Passed away... Now when a year passed after he left us... I am posting this letter so that This Tribute to him will always be remembered...

Jai Shree Krishna….                                                                                                           13^th April ‘11

Dear Mamajis,

The moment I heard the sad demise of Nanaji the world stood still. Never in my wildest dream had I ever thought about it. That time I decided that I will write his memories with me to share my sorrow with you….

In the loving memory of Pujya and Priya Nanaji,

“Karmanye vadhikaraste maa faleshu kadachana”

He was the man who followed and taught this custom whole of his life to everyone. A man who had ‘Narayan’ not only in his name but also in his living.

Some things have always made home in my mind. His words have always inspired me every time I talked to him in person or on phone. But I never thanked him for it, but today I understand what I missed. He was always an experimenter and a great human being. Whenever I met him, he called me “Shubham seth Mundada”. I myself have tried to pronounce it in his style, but never got it right; he had his own way after all. Sadly I would never hear such words anymore. I will always have that emptiness in my name and in me.

On phone whenever I called and said pranam he blessed with only one blessing ‘mauj karo’. And that is what we always did under his supervision. We lived very well with him.

Every time he had something new to share, every time a new story about his past, he always had a moral in his words. But it seems that I have lost that ocean of knowledge and experience with him. One life is not enough to follow his lessons. He really was a friend, philosopher and a guide to everyone.

My mentor Dr. Navneetji Toshniwal never calls me Shubham, he always calls my ‘Bihaniji’. He said that I resemble to my Nanaji in many ways, his speaking accent, his sitting style, his way of interpreting things. But I never dared to compare myself to such a great person, whose greatness I now know after he passed away. I would serve the purpose of my birth even if I be equal to an ounce of him.

I was around 3 years old when my grandfather Shri. Satyanarayanji Mundada passed away. I barely knew him. But since then I have aways seen Raja in Nanaji, that had I had my grandfather with me, he would be just like how my Nanaji is with his grandchildren. This was one of the reason I often visited sailu. But day before yesterday, I lost both my Nanaji and Dadaji together.

I have more often seen him in my mother’s teachings. Not a year back he spoke to me a very important thing that I will cherish all my life. “He said that never bring hatred for your parents for even a moment, because they have always given you the 100% of what they could have. They have given you this life that’s the real gift. If something is wrong it means that you were unable to learn from your parents.” Such a simple thing but so hard to understand.

He was always very anxious if I got my choice of food whenever I visited sailu. “maal-taal banao re” but henceforth I would lack that kind essence in every food.

I know it is not possible to write down everything about him, he was way beyond the boundaries of words. I cannot console anyone because I myself am under grief. But yes through this small remembrance I can share my sorrow with you all. Take care is what I can just write; you all are elders than me, not only in age but also in understanding.  Forgive if I said something outside my capacity. Now it’s you where I see him. I hope my voice reaches to him.

Pranam to Naniji, both Mamaji and Mamiji, my very dear Avi Bhaiya-Bhabhi and Madhu Bhaiya-Bhabhi. and Jai Shree Krishna to Gaurav, Dhannu and Palak. May he be with us all…


Shubham G. Mundada

Dream Girl

Sometimes you are a morning pearly drizzle

And sometimes a dark and witty way of thistle

You remind me of splashing waves and a blissful path

and also about a rain crashing the night all apart.

You make me think of a moving breeze and a huge waterfall

And a stormy sky full of messy thunderstorm

You are just like a night blooming Jasmine

That rambles wildly in the wood

Like a carpet of grass in early spring

That tickles and kneads the bare foot

Your very simple nature makes me seek you

My heart always kneels and prays to perceive you

To me your presence is like a different world

While your absence leaves me completely swirled

You just rightly fill up beneath my eyes-lash

You are indeed an all new definition of romance

Burden of a Runner-Up

Is winning always that important, ideal answer would be no, it isn't, failure is considered to be a step towards learning, but then how many failures actually think in this way. We have become habituated to accept the consoling of others who decorate us with the title of a Runner-Up, and last thing anyone would want is to be a runner up. Why?
Its a tough job to suppress the feeling that one has when he is just a step from finishing line and someone else crosses it before him and the final whistle is blown. What he lost becomes more important than what he gained. Losing 1st place is far more devastating then enjoyment of achieving 2nd. He suddenly becomes a focus of criticism among the people, a man with greatest defeat. When anyone races, he becomes a representative of whole community, and the same community thrashes him when he fails to surpass their expectation of winning. Soon he happens to be a matter of comparison. Comparison with the winner and how better the winner was then him. Everyone points out the his darker side and he becomes an illustration of failure and then again his story of defeat is publicized. Runner up means just behind the 1st place, but only the same situation makes all the difference. Its actually very complicated to overcome the burden of being a runner up.

Cry

Yesterday when i was at a bus stop near Shaniwar Wada waiting for my bus to come, two auto rickshaws stopped near me and a fleet of people got down with loads of luggage and lastly stepped down a guy in his early teens, crying. Yep, he was crying. I  why, but I guess there was an episode behind it, but then it occurred to me the vitality of crying.
There are different stories behind every cry, and sometimes its difficult to make out which cry someone is crying. Many times in life we go through a cry-cry situation and crying then becomes inevitable. It is one of the best ways to express. Close people meet after long, its a cry. Close people depart for long, its a cry. You win your goal, its a cry. You lose your goal, its a cry again. Succeed-fail, birth-death, earn-lose, healed-hurt, love-hatred, you cry at every of these moments and many more, be it happy or sad. Basically crying is an unavoidable ingredient without which every situation doesn't seem to be complete. Its a strong sense of emotion and it happens only in extremes. But then only one emotion remains after a heart full cry, calmness, sheer calmness and soothing calmness. This very moment gives courage to understand and consume the state you are dealing with. Therefore, it is not incorrect to say that crying out gains and crying out pains is the ultimate key to a great and carefree life. May you all be blessed with it.

Friends Forever

My friends are the mirrors of my life

My friends are the dimensions of my life

All strings attached and no lose ends

I am so glad that I have such friends.

ABHISHEK is the chant that I often croon

He is the one that I feel as a boon

Treat is the time that, with me he spends

I am so glad that we are friends

ADITYA is innocent and a very wonderman
None can predict what he can't and what he ever can
He is cool and a focus of refreshment
I am so glad that we are friends

AKSHAY has a mystic and a very killing smile

He is so charming that with him you can walk mile after mile

His wardrobe seems always different from current trends

I am so glad that we are friends

AMIT is a cool and tender hearted man

Always at his best and no clashes with any man

He has the helping hand that he always lends

I am so glad that we are friends

APURV supports me in my every ache

He always has time for my sake

He is the maker of his own, whatever be the trend

I am so glad that we are friends

CHETAN a man belonging to a white race
Believer n follower of slow and steady wins the race
Cool, funny and never lets anger elope himself
I am so glad that we are friends

All play and less study is the usual DAGA

Costing is his prime area and shopping is his saga

He keeps the record of everything he spends

I am so glad that we are friends

DARSHAN is warm, calm and many a times inspirative

He lives the present fullest and is very affirmative

He has the eminence to create legends

I am so glad that we are friends

DHIRAJ is a man of very few wordings
Business, family and friends is where his life revolving
He knows everything, this is what he always tends
I am so glad that we are friends

GAURAV is my bro, who makes me very proud

His qualities speak through him, clear and loud

He has a thing to die for his friends

I am so glad that we are friends

KALLI to me is a philosopher and a guide

My words for him are always full of pride

I am critic for him, that he never offends

I am so glad that we are friends

PIYUSH is just like a torch in the dark
Whenever i need him he is always there with a spark
With him Jalna feels just like the good old place
I am so glad that we are friends

RAMAN is many’s heartthrob, darling and sweetheart

When you are with him you laugh out from your heart

His smartness straightens out all bends

I am so glad that we are friends

SACHIN a man with ovals everywhere
Find him in his office and nowhere
A guggly-woogly woosh and a very luxury friend
I am so glad that we are friends  


SAGAR is like a sunrise to me
He is a pot full of ideas to me
Its with him that i like to share all at the end
I am so glad that we are friends

Work these days is keeping SAMEER busy

To get along with him is never very easy

He thinks out of the box and has less sentiments

I am so glad that we are friends

SHAILESH, a good being was my room partner for 2 years

Though he is Chotu, but at all times away from fears

His support as a partner has been effective beyond measurement

I am so glad that we are friends

SHREYASH is a sugar boy no other view about it

Any condition you give, he always will get fit

How well he carries himself is a matter of amazement

I am so glad that we are friends

SHRINIVAS is not more than one man show

A very different person, doesn’t always go with the flow

Shares and commodities are the part of his engagements

I am so glad that we are friends

Humpty dumpty VAIBHAV is so very kind

His jolly nature only makes him one of its kind

He is a man of responsibility and commitment

I am so glad that we are friends

When I look back, I see you all

Clutching my hands, you are keeping me from the fall

All strings attached and no lose ends

I am so honoured that you all are my friends.

Aim

How can you be the sun and not shine

How can you be a flower and not devine

Everyone is born with some chosen gift

Chase your dreams is what I insist.

Dreams are something that takes your sleep

Dreams are something that makes you seek

High dreams help to create your own way

Then comes the time to turn chances into hay.

Aimless life is like a nameless letter

It roams within cubicles without any way

Later we regret that it would have been better

If we at start aimed our own way.

Aim for stars and you certainly can jump that high

When you will face your destiny, give it a high-five

Try hard until your endeavour is achieved

Only then should you be relieved.

But avoid any success to make home in your mind

Coz then your ego will save you from being kind

When you reach the top, leave place for others and retire

Next you can be a mentor for others to fulfil what they aspire.

Learning

Learning is a continuous process, this we have heard for ages now, but what is it that makes it worth savouring is learning from experience or for that matter experienced. Schooling is the basic temple pf education, but this is incorrect. Just like charity even learning begins at home. At home we learn not only to walk but to behave, not only smile but to express, not only eat but to taste, not only listen but to hear, and not only to see but to live. The best part of this process is that as we learn and learn we find that how more and more uneducated we are. Being learned is not a state its just a comparison. It isn't a weapon against others but a tool for others. If we feel we are at the culmination point then its the time for invention. The only thing that can bridge the overtly wide gap from ego to humbelness is learning for sure. We have to learn to be patient in worst times, to be modest when we are at top, to accept things or people rather changing them, learn to look beyond present......in all we have to learn to Learn.