What One Age ….

Jab mein hoga 60 saal ka aur tu hogi 55 ki tab bhi preet nibhaogi na bolo apne bachpan ki”

This week’s WOW prompt reminded  me of this song… And If you ask me , I will also pick age number “55”……

I believe that this is the age when you can really enjoy your life… You will have all time of the world at your feet, for doing what you have been wanting all your life.. Off course there are certain assumptions I have considered before picking this age …

  1. I have saved enough to live a life.
  2. I am healthy, as I have been doing regular exercise and eating healthy food.

So this is the time when I don’t have any responsibility … I can do what ever I want , I can go on vacations with my friends or life partner.

  • I can enjoy with my grandchildren.
  • I can read all the books in my free time..
  • I can see Sun rise and Sun set with peace.
  • I will not have any targets , just purpose to live life…
  • I can spent time with my loved ones
  • I can pursue my hobbies.
  • I choose this age as this age is an amalgamation of all the phases of life … I can relive my childhood with my grandchildren, I can do romance with my partner like when I was young, And I can provide guidance to my kids basis my experience….
  • I choose this age , coz I love when I see and elderly couple walks in the park holding each other’s hand … This age is true reflection of love .. you support each other , you help each other , you just want to be together..
  • This is the age when you can really enjoy small blessings of life , like sharing a cup of tea with each other, going for a walk together, having discussion with friends in the park.

Though there is no time or age to live a life, but if we do a reality check , in today’s competitive world , children, youth, they don’t have a life … For 5 days they work like a Zombie and for 2 days , they prepare for the next week. Roaming here and there or watching a movie, having a dinner out is what they think life is .. But life is much more than this………

Watching a Sunrise , listening to chirping of birds, having a cup of tea and a book , watching stars , there is so much to enjoy life …….

So Age number 55 is best age to enjoy life …..


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’






A mesmerizing run… Satara Half Marathon…….

Yes….. I am a finisher of Satara Half Marathon……. . You all will say … Not  a big deal…… [BTW let me tell you… This marathon is being mentionedin guiness books of records because of the elevation. Anyways I am not flaunting… 😛 ]But for me it was …. I was really scared of being lablelled as “Not a Finisher”… I wanted that medal on which it was written “I am a finisher “… I have not left in between… I am a  hill Challenger.

The last few minutes were more challenging than the complete 21 KM half marathon. Every minute was crucial and I was almost dead after running and walking so much up  and down the hill….

I was not having energy to run the few meters left from the End line.. and then I heard few voices… Yes you can do it … few more meters left , Dont Quit…. And all of a sudden I waz filled with energy, I started running …. to achieve my target…. But your feet and your body mostly don’t support you when you just force them to run all of a sudden 21 KM.

Then I saw an old lady who was banging the plate with a kalchi since the morning we started running it was almost 4 hours and she was there to support us the Runners…. What else you need … I guess her strength , her support was a booster and then i just ran to get to the end line… Finalllly I got the medal….

This Satara marathon my first ever Half Marathon was an amazing experience for me…… I am sure I could not have completed this run without the support of people of Satara who were standing on every nook and corner of the city and hill and cheering us , giving us support and the strength to continue the run. Yes how can I forgot to mention my group. My friends with whom I was able to register in this marathon. They took all care of staying , travelling and the support and courage “Yes you can do it”. I can never forget.

Though I have done several 10 KM marathons before , but why I wanted to share the experience about this marathon, coz of some special moments … ….

While I was walking and running up the hill I saw an old guy, He was almost 70+ but he was consistently running and was every time ahead of me. I was wondering what is the reason He was not able to stand straight, still he was able to run and complete the half marathon.

Consistency, perseverance was his strength and power,I guess…

Another guy I saw he was running backwards with Indian flag. That was such an amazing view,I felt tears in my eyes [you know normally my eyes invite tears whenever they  see anything like this .I am  bit emotional .].He had practiced hard before this marath0n running like this and everyody was helping him by telling him” watchout”

I would also like to mention another teary energy booster for me.A group of small specially abled children playing band for cheering the runners.It was amazing to watch those kids playin g the musical instruments.

And how can I forget to mention those cute kids distributing sweets ,energy drinks ,water etc. They were shaking hands with the runners …I loved those kids…

In and all Satara was an awsome experience….








You have not handled me properly

I am not complaining, I just feel that, you haven’t handled me properly….

No you are not to blame, I was destined to be broken, but still wish, you could have handled me properly….

I was transparent, and I was loyal, but still all this didn’t help you to handle me properly….

I was fragile, and you knew it, but you haven’t handled me properly….

I was doing well without you, you derailed me, coz you haven’t handled me properly….

You came in to my life gradually, you left me abruptly, I hate you coz you haven’t handled me properly….

I don’t own you, I don’t expect anything from you, but just that you should have handled me properly….

Now that I am broken, now that I am not and I don’t want to be there anymore, I just wish you should have handled me properly….

When I lost myself, you got somebody else, but in all that I guess the exit of you should have been handled properly….

It’s not about expected as you it was, it’s not about it happens as you say with all, it about how you tried to handle me properly….

Now it’s done , I wish I get my sanity back, I wish I find myself  , I wish I learn  to handle myself properly…..




Remembering you…. as always

The different shades of the setting sun, When he goes to rest in his abode,
Reminds me of you,
      You – who would get into small space of his own,
      leaving behind the worldly things
     to create a different you
     who loves small little things,little things of life
     like cool little breeze
     a get away with friends
     a steamy momo or a hot maggie

The Setting sun reminds me of you
    coz you no longer shine,
    you are in different skin, away from world
    you enjoy simple pleasures of life,
    a  talk, a discussion , a walk
    a musical fountain dancing on tunes of story of creation of humanity,
    listening to some soft melodies,
    or simply playing with a dog

The setting Sun reminds me of you,
   You – Who is weak,
    who has regrest in life ,
    who has hidden complexes

The setting sun reminds me of you,
   Person with whom I am and will be in love forever,
   the person who entombed simplicity in his true character,
   who use to add patches on a torn sweater.

I love the sunset, coz it reminds me of you ..


Sometimes I just

Sometimes I can hear somebody screaming from inside,
Sometimes I can hear somebody crying by my side,
But I feel helpless to help,
I just put my hands on my ears,
to close the doors to the painful sounds,
close the doors to wailing hounds,
But the pain just seeps in.
Pain of being rejected,
Pain of a vacuum in the life,
Pain of being lonely in the crowd,
Pain of not living up to expectation,
Pain of loosing somebody dear to death.

Sometimes I just want to shout to silent all the sounds,
To silence all the wailing hounds

Sometimes I just want to go away to a far far away land,
Sometimes I just want to be abandoned,
To forget everything,
To live with peace in a shell,
To crawl on the wet sand,
To be embraced by the waves coming from far away.
To see the sun rising from the horizon,

Sometimes I just want to hear the sounds of the waves falling and rising,
Sometimes I just want to be in a shell and hear its chimes.






My bestie

He is not in my life anymore. No no (in case you thinking something bad), he is very much alive, laughing aloud at some location, moved on with some ‘chappan choori’. He was my bestie.

I remember giving his shoulder to me to sleep. I met him in our company bus , I was completely exhausted, saw a seat near him and slept in no time. When I woke up, I found myself sleeping on his shoulder and saliva coming out of my mouth. Grrrr that was my first embarrassing moment with him and then there were no stopping of embarrassing myself in front of him. We were friends in moments. Just because I was me in front of him. I had nothing to hide from him. He knew all my deepest secret which I have never confided in somebody. It was so easy to confide in him. He was amazing,best part about him was he was so easy and simple. He used to make friends in seconds. I have spent a considerable time in feeling jealous of his friends. But still I have had my special moments, I was in his priority list.

One day I was in tremendous pain and had lot of work in office.I called him and he knew by listening to my voice that I am in pain. He said ‘Comeback home,no matter what’. I came back, I didnt have the courage to say no to him.He was authoritative and I was in his control.

I remember I was crying because my father scolded me for no fault of mine. I also felt as if my father don’t love me. I told him everything,he listened to me patiently,hugged me tight,wiped my tears and said ‘ Parents have all the right to scold us. They may not be always right,but they have the right to suggest you what is right and wrong. Don’t take their words literally but understand their good intentions to keep you safe from the bad.’ I felt light and I love him for his maturity.

Everybody cries while chopping onions, but I smile because of him.one day I was chopping onions and he couldn’t  see me in tears. He started chopping onions himself. I love my bestie for his care.

He was truly my best friend, I have so many nights in my life spent on phone/ internet chatting with him about anything. Be it about my fights with my roomies or bitching about my manager . Whenever I needed him,He was like all ears to me. I love him for his patience.

I have always looked upon him for any kind of professional or personal advice. He never gave me any direct suggestion but always insisted me to think and do what I feel is good.But I have always knew that he will be there to support me.

He was my pillar of support when I was going through a bad phase. I have always felt fortunate to have him in my life,though for a very little time. He didn’t wipe my tears when I was week but slapped me for not being strong.

I am strong and living a good life because of my bestie. 

am writing about Jug in my life for the #DearZindagi activity atBlogAdda“.


Memoirs from sweet sixteen times..

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

This was the prompt at one of the blogging sites “http://www.blogadda.com” I follow.

This week, we want you to write a letter to your 16 year old self. Rewind and stop by at the 16th year of your life. What would you tell your 16 year old self?

This prompt took me years back when I was in this sweet sixteen phase. Back days I was not like this as I am today. I have changed a lot , good or bad I don’t know. So these are letters posted to my sweet sixteen. Off course the letters are backdated and posted today.

Abbreviations used in the letters 

  • S2Nimi – Sweet sixteen Nimi
  • gtg – Got to Go
  • BFF – Best friend forever
  • TDH – Tall, dark and handsome