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Growing up

I grew up in a middle class neighborhood of goregaon,
WTF, entire goregoan was a middle class place, I suppose it still is. I walked or cycled to school, I ate vadapav in the recess and quenched
my thirst with gola and some colored sherbet.

The only treat I got from dad, was an occasional movie and ice-cream
at the movie theatre, of-course there were restaurant food, but food
was the least of my interests, and he took me along when he went to
Singapore and Malaysia,nepal. Yeah and juhu beach is the only place to go on special occasions
growing up. He was a busy man, and as a single parent, one gets
severely handicapped. The stress of managing kids and home and
business is tremendous. He was a super human, and i would say he did
50% of the job well.

The entire childhood memory for me is very unreal and hazy. It is
something I would have loved to erase it forever, there was no joy
growing up, there was nothing new or interesting to look forward to. The reason being I was over protected out of choice, a unfair analogy
would be, if you can’t take a dog out to the park to play, so you lock
it in the house.

I have been living my childhood, in my adulthood and through my late
thirties. That’s my effort to reclaim the lost 20 years of growing up. So how many of you think I’m childish or need to seriously grow up?

Ganpati Bappa Morya


He was on his evening walk, he decided to check out the numerous
Ganpati visarjan by the lake. He sees Devotees bidding their final
adieu to the elephant God. He thinks to himself “The elephant God
succeeds in bringing the best out of the people, they forget their
hardships in the revelry. ”

As he moves in the crowd, his eyes longing to see if he can find
someone of his own. He finds the policemen staring at him as he stands
out with his white sneakers and white T shirt, and white headphones. As he walks along the banks of the lake nonchalantly smiling and a bit
amused at the emotional devotees.

On the way out. A little girl barely 7, gestures reluctantly
and offers Prasad. He stops momentarily taken back by the gesture, at
first wondering if her hands are clean, then goes ahead and accepts
the Prasad a mixture of rice flakes and other sweet ad on’s. He has
tears in his eyes as he walks out of the place, engulfed by the
enormity of her compassion.


She is standing there with a big bowl of Prasad and has been
instructed by her mom that she has to offer Prasad to everyone passing
by. The bowl is full and she thinks ” I have to find some people to
offer Prasad”
There she sees a guy and thinks ” must be belonging to one of those
high rises, but no one says no to
Prasad” she gestures to him, her tiny fist filled with sweet Prasad,
she sees him hesitate finally he reaches out and accepts, without even
glancing at her, he walks off. She is happy that her Prasad has been

Soldier of Love

I am a soldier of love

and I am here to blow my own trumpet!!!

Enough has been written and said about the soldiers of war and peace

How about appreciating this unsung hero?

Whose only job is to wear a peice of his heart on his sleeve 

and offer it to someone who is ready to receive.


The tired soldier in me, wants to go home 

but the mission is to come back with all the pieces of my heart intact 

I cannot find the2 missing pieces, the culprits are absconding.

How would I have known,that those innocent kids will do such a thing to me?

I swear In future I would only give it to someone who promise to return it back to me

Never again I am going to be taken for a ride.


People say how nice I am, and I smile back and say, 

It’s all part of my divine duty maam!

But would be nice if you give the piece of my heart back to me and dont do, what those 2 kids did to me.

since I am weary and I want to go home!