Hello Friends,

The last couple of months are bit busy and I am somewhat tensed to some of the situations in life's surrondings. May be I am taking it more seriously or may be to lightly. My overall thinking process is going hay wire and may be loosing gournds within! No, everything in my family is alright and there is no problem what so ever (Touch wood) but somehow I am trying to find my self.
The present poem is a mixture of thoughts in my mind that made their way to the paper.

Please please please read those lines and let me know as to how you felt about it. Lets meet you in the comments section.

And we all are....
Along side the road, I saw a little boy,
He was timid and was a little shy.

Bang! on the door, and his face asked me in many ways,
"Feeling very hungry and Nothing I had from days".

Gave him few alms and he flew away,
Felt a bit happy to blow his hunger away.

Some feelings are now creeping in my mind,
Are we any different from the boy that I left behind?

All of us are hungry and always want something,
Right from the birth, till the deaDly ending....

We need father to look after us and to share his wage,
We expect mother to feed our tummies till her old age.

Sisters and brothers we need to cater our needs,
Relations we need to complete our deeds.

We look for teachers to get their knowledge,
We need their teachings to excel through age.

Always want friends to defend our rage,
They are the best when we need to guage. (self)

Careers we make and need everyone,
Life is nothing without the presense of none.

All our lives we almost keep begging,
Some hands are folded and some appear pleading.

In some way or the other we all are poor,
We might have plenty but always need some more.

In a journey to seek our bread and butter,
Its awful how differently do we appear.

Concealing our identity from each other,
We are nothing, but we all are a beggar!

Dinesh Acharya
15/09/2009

Thank you all of you.

HeAll,

This is what we all experienced atPune MS meet and the venue was my fav places to hang around - CCD. This was in Baner and liked the place and its ambience. The staff was also helpful and courteous.

I was late (Late Lateef as Ketan calls me - Lol) and by that time Vijay,Sajith,Karan, Vijesh, Ajeet were already there. This time my younger sister Deepa (kukdi20) accompanied me and she was very pleased after meeting the MS Pune Family.

So what all we discussed apart from eradicating the swine flu from the country? We had talks from Bhoots to bomb threat calls in Magarpatta city and also traveled to Moon with Neil Armstrong. After returning back to earth we had fresh coffees and frappes -very good taste as always.

I was very very excited watching a guitar which Vijay brought with him. This was a big turn on for me. I have a guitar with me for almost 3 years now but haven’t learnt it to play. What a shame! Since I cant play it but if I come to know that some one can play it and has that instrument with him then he/she is gone. I wont let that person to escape without playing something for me. Here too, Vijay bhai told me that he knows to play and that was enough for me to trap him! He played a lovely song for all of us - Rim Jhim gire sawaan.. - By Kishore Kumar.(Short video added) What a lovely singer he is! And he plays guitar too well. I too chipped in and had some stint in singing there. (No body fainted after listening my singing) BAHUT mazzzzzaaaa aaaya gaake. Meanwhile, I didn’t noticed that even the CCD staff and the other customers were listening to him (Vijay Bhai) and even they greeted him with all praise.....wah wah wah.Later on Vijay bhai discussed about theopportunity that he is having in his life and that he is on a Tiraaha. (Normally we have Doraha but he is haing a Tiraha - tripple opportunities) We all wished him all the best in all his endeavors. Let the success come to him from all sources.
We talked about Harry,Ketan, Fenil and many others across the MS family. Even that irritating Start one ad on MS jumped into discussions. MS has got talent too. Not to miss we had Nagraj Bhopalam (in discussions) too from the last MS Pune meet- A very cheerful person indeed.
Next were about how tele agents eat our lives for their targets! And how companies put female C care agents just to save them from barging and demanding customers like Sajith andme! (Lol) Its like blah blah...aapko Company kee taraf se Gold credit card diya ja raha hai...... aapko humare lucky customers mein select hue ho jinhe hum 1 lakh ka loan de raheein hai.... blah blah blah..... This was fun actually but its finally a job that one has to do to meet their targets!
Overall this was a very nice and entertaining meet and this shall remain in my memories for a very long time. Also made a resolution that I will learn to play the guitar and shall play it in the next MS meet.... Let’s hope for the best.
Was glad that my sister tooenjoyed the ceremony and that was evident when she was interacting will all of us. This was her first time to meet the people she had never seen or had a chat with, but she took is sportingly.

I hope we all keep meeting this way and find new ways of life and be happy through all walks of life.

N joy....

HeyFolks,

Today my heart almost cried after seeing something that I haven’t seen in last four years. Today, on our Independenceday I had a stroll of the city and had been to Pune central (The mall wasopened today after a mandatory closure due to Swine Flu) . Normally, it takes around 45-50 minutes to reach Pune Central from my home, but today it took only 20 minutes! WHY so less? The answer is that there was very very very less traffic on the roads. Almost 75 % of the signals were off @ 7:00 PM itself which are set off at around 9:00 PM daily. The busiest streets were almost deserted and the people that I saw on two wheelers were wearing the masks (evenunder the helmets) to protect themselves from the deadly virus.
I though may be because its alsothe Independence day, people must have fled to distance places to relish theopportunity of a national holiday and also a weekend. But this doesn’t affectthe city roads of a Cosmo politon city like Pune to be like barren land in thepeak hours of the evening. I have traveled on the same roads on almost all theweekends and never I have crossed the speed beyond 40+ or have drive in 5thgear! Most of the times used to get frustrated because of the traffic of thetwo wheelers (Pune has the highest nos of two wheelers in India) and autorickshaws who flood the streets. Also remember the prayers that I made to God - Hey Bhagwaan, is Pune ki traffic kokaise bhi kam karo... Please. Are the wishes granted? I have noanswer to this but did experience something like an answer today. Somehowswiftly flying trough the city roads I reached Central and saw everyone fromthe security staff to everyone in the mall (salesmen) were wearing the mask andcarrying on there work! This was a very bizarre thing to see. Many parents withtheir kids were with there faces almost covered. Imagine this - in a shoppingmall almost everyone with a mask on their faces - I bet you won’t feel itfunny!
As if this was not over here, Icame to know that my cousin sister is traveling from Kolhapurto Bombay andthat she will pass through Pune. I was honestly reluctant to meet her though Iwas desperate to speak and see her. I just didn’t wanted her to pass throughany health hazard that might occur to her family just if she enters the city.But before I say anything, I got the same reply from the other side and thiswas painful. None of our guests wants to visit us this time. We don’t want togo to anybody just as a measure of precaution. Cant watch movies, cant go tomalls, can’t go to colleges/schools, private classes etc. Can’t gather as acrowd, reluctantly disallowed to celebrate any festivals....and much more....Just getting the feeling of being nomadic in our own country.... I am sorry ifI am appearing to be too emotional but the situations are such and events aredemanding. Even in my office we all wear masks and work! We have sanitizers onour desks to wash our hands even after a handshake! I know this is a precautionthe mind is may be not ready to accept such a sea change of adaptability....

The recent Swine Flu has shakenthe Puneri spirit from the core. No I am not broke down with this all and stillhave the courage to fight the situation with due care and understanding. I willmake sure that I and my family are taking precautions to stop the spread ofvirus and try to stay healthy and fit.... We all will give a strong fight backand shall win this battle of health and disease. Let God be with us all........Enjoy

Diinesh

LOVE is the best thing that can happen to a human being. Its eteranl bliss and there are few lucky that are gifted with this Elixir.

Yesterday I read one post of one of the greatest poet on MS - Nitin Jacob and was flat on ground to know that he is in LOVE. Read his dedication towards Rams and felt to write what I felt.

The following poem was already posted in the NJ post and I am posting it here for all.


I have some feelings and the feelings are for someone,
The person is special and my love is for that one!

Waited a lot to let and to let her know,
The moments came many but the words were low.

How and how shall I express myself?
Why and why it’s so tough in itself?

Neither Can River, nor Can sea quench this thirst,
LOVE in my heart is just going to burst.

OH my angel, here I stand and I stand for cue,
ALIVE I am, for the reason and the reason is you.

I express and I express my Love for you,
Nothing I have loved, the way I Love you……


Dinesh Acharya
04/07/2009

I just feeeeeeeel so happy for NJ. Great going bro and enjoy this bliss of life. Kahin Nazar na Lag jaye..... Once an Indian always an Indian! hahahahhahaha

The most difficult thing in today's era is to get your Dad convinced about the new bike that you are going to buy. Money is not the problem here. Since, whether he pays or you the problem is why to buy? One such incident happened two days back and I would like to share this with you all.

It was Friday and I came back from Bajaj Probiking just after looking a new Avenger - A cruise bike. Sister was already on a call with Dad (Dad stays in Kolhapur) and I was surfing net to get some more information about the said bike. (Was on MS only)
Suddenly from nowhere my sister told Dad that Dinesh is looking for a new bike! AND, the missiles like questions started. Not able to hold enough, sister handed over the phone to me and the following is the conversation:
Dad: Why you need a bike? You already have a very big bike?
Me: But its an Activa and I am feeling awkward to drive it.

Dad: So what? Still it is a very big 100 cc bike? which bike you saw? What is the CC? Is it more than 100CC? Have you booked the bike? You know how bad is the traffic of Pune? ^^^^^^^^?^^^^^^^^^? Dad wait wait wait,,, Let me answer... OK

Me: Its Bajaj Avenger and its 200CC cruise bike with 17 bhp.
Dad: WHAT? 200CC!!! Son why do you need so big bike?

Me: It’s a cruise bike and it comes with a different driving pleasure and comfort. It’s like Jawa that you rode in your days. I liked this bike very much.

Sensing that I was not going to listen, he handed the phone to Mom and was saying something in the background.. (Pata nahin kaunsi gaadi le raha hai, 200 CC ki hai, tum bole use, tumhari sunta hai na.. Main Pune Jaaonga aur dekhoonga, bahut badi lagi toh lene nahin doonga!)



Mom: Listen to your father, he never wishes bad for you, be a good boy..... ^^^^^^........
Me: Mom, I have just seen the bike not bought it yet. I will never cross you and unless your nod nothing shall stand in the parking lot... That’s a word!
Quickly taking the phone from Mom, Dad said: Son, I have only one whom I can call a SON in this whole world. I am getting old and my old heart cannot allow any adventure that my son likes to take and endanger his life! I see newspapers and see youngsters loosing it. I have full faith in your driving but I can’t trust TIME! Let me come and see it. If I felt ok I will buy it for you... Till then standby....
I just couldn’t say anything more and sensed that even when I will turn into a father I will or may not allow my son to get a bike and roam on the road... Being a parent is tough indeed.

Something that started as a hilarious actually ended very emotionally and I learnt a big lesson of life - LOVE IS RESPONSIBILITY!

Your comments are always welcomed...

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Hi Ms family,

I will share something that my Dad put me in some 2 years back. It was a wedding Ceremony of one of our family members and Dad forced me to join him @ Mumbai (Jogeshwari) for the said function.
We all know how curious mothers are to get their Son married. We know this trait of mummies because they reveal it now and then. But how come if Father jumps in the same adventure? Can you make it out what this DP would be for? Let me give you some clues -
Father wants his son to get married - He tells him to be at a function - Son arrives and Dad makes him meet many many people and tells them my profile etc - Relatives take me to corners and inquire about me - Marriage TRAP ?????
Yes indeed my Dad called me to the function so that I may meet some girls and theirs parents and vice versa!
It was a nice evening and I was dressed nicely to attend the function. Normally, as I am a good foodie, thus jumped on the menu and was on the stalls to have my fav Paani Puri and chats. Suddenly Dad called: Beta Dinesh, Idhar Aao, (I went where my Dad was sitting with some people as if in a round table conference!) Inse Milo, Yeh hain...... aur yeh hain unki Beti...... I said Jai Shree Krishna Uncle+Aunty (Catch their feets too - Our customs and traditions) and was about to leave the place. Dad: Beta, Yahan par thodi der hamare paas baitho. I had no clue what was going on. (Beginners!) I sat on a sit nearby Uncle and taking the advantage Uncle started questioning me. I replied to everything as questioned. Just in between he started revealing an almost profile of his daughter .Like what is she studying, what are her plans etc etc. Now (since I was not that dumb enough) I sensed the situation and realized the trap. MY DAD HAD CALLED ME TO MUMBAI TO SEE A GIRL! He was looking out for a Daughter-in-law! GWAD...
By this time I was sweating. I just had the glimpse of the girl and she was sitting like a holy cow. (I don’t intend to insult her - May be she was tensed too and surely a Beginner!)
Just imagine the situation - I cannot move and also cannot sit there (Don’t want to be there) My Dad is not helpful at all since he is the one who has put me there. I don’t want to speak and am made to speak. VERY TENSED 20 MINUTES. Meanwhile, I saw my Dad smiling from within as if he is taking a sweet revenge from me as to what would have happened to him in the past. I prayed God to help me to run from the place. And prayers were accepted. Mum called me from somewhere and I ran like a deer snatching my body from the jaws of mighty Tigers (Family relatives)
Later, I had a sweet quarrel with Dad as to why he did this to me and he quitely replied,
Son, enjoy your bachelorhood and you will remember these warm days, since once you are married no one wants to talk to you...hahhahahahaha.
I still remember that day and my Dad still teases me again and again.... That's tough love!

Let me know your thoughts on this... Njoy!

Hi Friends,

We all live with the truth that we all lie - many times. Sometimes we lie to the benefit of others and sometimes for self. The following are some of those feelings that might pop up if we stand in front IT! Read on to know more...

I was born and there was no need to lie,
Since was a toddler and aging just about five.

I remember the day I lied to the school teacher,
Went to home appearing as a painful lying creature.

I lied to have had my lunch when asked by Mom,
Had actually shared it with friends and kept it mum.

Had lied when was smoking,
Said its cough when the heart was choking.

Pretended to be attending lectures in college,
When was having drinks with friends at a very young age.

Lied about the affairs with girlfriends,
When had break ups and concealed such old trends.

Left home early informing loved one's not well, (From office)
And was in the pub with hard earned money to shell.

Never had been good to children as a host,
Told them to go away when they wanted me the the most.

Very little time I shared with my partner,
She was waiting since I had lied even to her.

It appeared that I had many friends, but not many relations,
I counted them mine, but they were my illusions.

Life has passed by with a lot of hollowness therein,
It appears to be full of smiling, but is subtly crying within.

Now when the seconds are ticking towards the end,
I feel to regret; but still want to defend.

All these feelings are there in my heart somewhere,
They all creep up on my face and scatter everywhere,
TRUTH is what I see there....
Whenever I SEE my dark face in .....A MIRROR



Dinesh Acharya
22/09/2009

Friends, The above are just my feelings as a poet. I just wrote what my heart directed me to. (I dont drink and dont smoke - they are illusionary lines - lol)

Please let me know as to how you felt about it.
Thank you very much.

I had been to Sinhagad on Sunday and saw the weirdest thing in my life. This post is dedicated to the situations that come across and you are least expecting them. They are very very funny, but you are in two minds - whether to laugh at them or just keep thinking as to how to react to.

I and my brother were climbing the Ghat and the whether was cozy and it was drizzling very very lightly. Suddenly. I heard the TRING TRING horn of a bicycle. I paid no heed and kept driving at a very low speed (Since was enjoying the beauty of the Ghat) From now where a two wheeler came down from a U pin turn and I was stunned to see something tied to its right handle. It was a "Ghanti" of a cycle that was tied to a two wheeler and that he was using it as a horn! Oh my GWAD... I quickly applied the brakes and stopped by since the moment I realized what I saw was making me shaky. Just imagine a two wheeler coming down with a horn of a bicyle! Its not studpidity but a bit bizzare... Me and my brother were laughing terribly. On the total journey both of us were making gestures of "TRING TRING" and laughing out loud. May be this fine and people would be using this, but it was very very weird for me to digest and that I shall never forget this.
Well that was not enough, when I was returning back my Activa applied for resignation. The battery system failed and I was not able to button start. Was travelling down without starting the vehicle (risky though) and realized that horn too was not working! And at this moment I recalled the scene that happened 3 hours ago - " TRING TRING"

Nice trip I had and a very happy memory added to my memory servers.

Enjoy.

As my MS family knows that how studious student I was in the school (The other way) and how cool I was at home (Again the other way) , thus have many light moments that I still remember and just laugh recalling them.

You might remember that we used to get Homework in school days and we used to do them religiously and sometimes reluctantly. This time I did it in the later manner.

Homework: "Write a letter to your friend asking whether he can join you for the school picnic"

It was Saturday night homework so was very complacent about it. Finally, my dad scolded me to finish the homework if any and only then move out to play. So following the instructions, this is what I wrote:

Dear friend Nikku,

As a matter of fact, even your father is my friend. We(Your Father) and me had played cricket in the same Gully where you will play in some years.

I was wondering whether you will come to a school picnic to the nearby dam? Don’t bother about your father- I will handle him. you just say yes and then see what I will do.

Have you ever been out by any chance? I bet you had not been. So what I will take you and we will go round and round the dam and bring some water to home...

Ok. Then have plenty of milk till then and take care of your self.
The home work was over and I was on play. Suddenly, my Dad called me and asked to show my homework to WHOM? - MY CLASS TEACHER!
Where and how the hell my Class teacher is at my home? Mr.Bharat - my teacher used to live in the same Gully just 10-12 homes after mine and that he was passing by. I was extremely afraid after recalling that it was only he that had given us the homework!
Now you will think that there is nothing that wrong in the letter but what if I tell you that the Nikku that I am referring to was a 3 day old boy who was born to my neighbor! Nikku's father Mr.Babban was a good friend of mine and he was extremely good friend of Mr.Bharat (My teacher). !!!
Magical words: Teacher: Dinesh, have done the homework that I gave you?
Yes Siiiiiiirrrrrrrrrr. Ok then show me!
I gave him the note book and he kept reading it and finally bursted in a big big laughter!
My dad was confused and took the notebook and he too read and laughed. I was totally like a sandwich between these two - Embarrassed!

Whenever I go to Kolhapur and if my teacher sees me, he still reminds me of that incident. He taunts me by saying " Pyaare dost Nikku, waise to tumhara Baap Babban bhi mera dost hai...........

Thank you for reading...

Enjoy

Hi Friends,

I have shared some great moments on MS and the following one is one of the most darkest of all. This DP is deeply pierced in some corner of my heart and it dates back almost 10 years! It takes immense courage for me to write and share something of this sort with my MS family!
Caution: People with little hearts may not follow from here.... (Related to domestic violence)
Domestic violence is very very common in India and its awkward for any other person to get involved and try to resolve the matter.. since our mentality is OR rather, this is what we are up brought with,- Doosre ke phate mein pair nahin aadate, nahin to khud phas jayega" So we keep distance from such situations and actually to some extent this is fine too. Since, family ke aapas ka mamla hai and we should not get involved into it unnecessarily.
One such couple used to live just opposite to my home (Kolhapur) and always used quarrel.The woman used to start sewing at 5'o clock and I used to get up for college hearing that sound from the sewing machine - without fail - everyday, and it used to be on till 12'o clock at night. (That includes household work too by her {used to visit sometimes as neighbours with Mummy} - Great Salute to the Indian woman who keeps the home running even when all things have stopped! I owe my life to my Mother, Sisters and my wife - whenever she comes.)
Family was poor and had 4 children - all girls! Husband was a bit mentally retarded and used to abuse his wife daily. And one dark day it all ended!
The date is 25 August 1999 and me and my younger sister (Kukdi20) were playing badminton in the gully adjoining to our house and suddenly I heard the roaring of the woman and that suddenly she came running out of the house with total fire on her body! Yes, she was put ablaze by her husband! (He escaped)
I was barely 17 and my sis almost 16 - kids actually. Till that date, I had seen such scenes only in the films and heard such cries only on TVs and never in real. It just happened in front of my eyes. Lost my senses and before understanding anything both of us ran in the opposite direction. All 3 of us were shouting like mad - women with pain and we with fear! (Trembling till toe) I ran towards the gully, sister towards the main road and the lady fell on the floor in between. I dared to cross her and reach my sister who was almost fainting on the other side. People gathered on the roadside and were watching helplessly as if it was a Ravana show! No action at all.I was not getting as to what to do. Something went into my mind that I should help the lady. Gathered some courage and took the water bucket kept at the nearby fruit stall and ran towards her. Sister cried " Kya kar rahe ho bhai? I said Mujhe uski madad karni hai, tum idhar ruko..... she was crying horribly. Wept her tears and ran with water.... Phew and the fire went off. I remember those words still “why did you save me, why did you save me" I could not understand anything and was totally motionless standing nearby. Lost total control of my senses. Just suunnn. Barely moved! Soon some aunties ran with towels and bed sheets to cover the body. Within 15 minutes the ambulance arrived and took her to Miraj Mission hospital (Special for burns treatment) On 29 th August the lady died but before that she revealed everything about her plight to the police and the guy is behind bars! She only told that someone poured some water on her and I thank that person who helped me to see my daughters for the last time!
I still remember those moments in my mind. It was even more fearful because Dad and mom were out of station and were returning the next morning. None of the siblings were able to sleep the whole night and I could not for several nights.... Later, Rajan80 (elder sister) helped me to come out of that trauma. Somehow my little heart was more or less convinced since was not knowing anything as to what I did at that time and nor did I did what I did for getting any praise. Some how God or some natural power provoked me to such a thing and it happened without even my senses knew about it....
Today, I feel to some extent satisfied that something good has happened from my hands and try to keep that spirit up and serve humanity where ever I can... Let the soul of the lady receive some peace.....
I apologize the whole MSisans to share such a DP with you all and my only intention is to respect the human life and try to preserve it with utmost respect and dignity. I respect Women and value there contribution in our lives... Great gift from GOD! Lets preserve it!
Finally, I am not the hero of this episode, so dont even deserve the credit, since this incident has changed my life for ever...