<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of shals vichare</title><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of shals vichare</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Magical compass</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Magical compass</P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">It was most pleasing Saturday. I had spent it with my friends. After all roaming n fantastic dinner I returned home. I started my pc and enjoyed film pirates' part 2. </P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Movie was cool ,Whole night I was dreaming ship, storm, sea and experiencing that thrill. It was about 3 O' clock in morning I was still seeing movie in front of my eyes. </P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Beside of all that pirates drama, captain , lovers , fighters one more thing clicked on my mind. That was .. Magical compass. yea that tiny object which were used to get direction of our desire. It was used in film to find out way which leads thing which we most desire. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">For that heroine, her lover was her ultimate desire. But for captain, who was shown behind treasure all movie, when he faces that compass he rediscovers his ultimate desire that ship not that treasure. </P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">This was extremely nice idea of creator of movie to show that sometime we just don't understand what we really want... Sometimes we need magical compass to show where our real desire lies. I still remember when I was in school I always used to dream college, </P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I used plan my that how I will enjoy my college days. In college I used to decide about job, my career .Sometimes I used to get fascinated by movies, fashions.. I used to fantasies myself on fashion shows. Sometimes<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>I used to dream myself as executive in MNC. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When I enjoyed my college.. I joined MNC my desires did not completed .. rather they gave birth to more other desires. Now I want to keep my figure as it was in college. I want to go ahead in my career I want to see myself as top management and what not. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I thought if I would have got that magical compass what direction it would have shown to me? The direction of my lover's home? (As god has not revealed yet who he will be ) or direction of top management cabin, direction of USA, direction of bank or simply direction of some five start restaurant where<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>I really want to have one fundoo dinner with my friends group? </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I could see myself full of incomplete desires, wishes and endless dreams. That too also never ending. I was not able to figure out which of these desires is my ultimate desire. What I really wanted.. which thing if complete then there will no other wish after words. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">We always want to satisfy our heart our soul. Our desires are reflection of soul. When anybody says he/she achieve heights we can imagine a heart full of positive energy and soul poured in each hard work.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Like that I was thinking where is my soul poured into? <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Where is my ultimate desire lies? </P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I went in front of mirror. I imagined as if I am holding same magical compass, I closed my eyes. </P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I could see rays coming from long dark. I could see I am wearing panjabi dress instead of corporate westerns. I could see I am sitting on sea shore instead on AC cabin.. I am holding my best friend's hand instead of laptop. The view is not of that polished cubicles, but a evening at sea face. My grandpa and granny are enjoying butta. My father is showing sunset to my mom.. my two brothers are arguing, playing in sand. wow!! They have built sand fort too.. nice to see them playing. I watching , enjoying the happy view of my family. I felt great satisfaction. My money , my prestige, nothing in world could buy this. A normal , simple view of life!!! Happy evening calm life with my family and off course my friend after all friends are too part of life. I continued that dream, that seeing that enjoyable view.. feeling that soul satisfaction. Oops what is it?/ my friend wetted me with sea water n ran away .. ok let me teach her lesson.. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I started running behind her.. with lots of water in my hand.. two friends spent all evening playing with sand.. </P><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I did not forget this dream. I believe I would never need Magical compass here after. ;-)) . <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 15:36:16 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/19/Magical-compass-1.html</link></item><item><title>Day in US</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in">It was usual day in US. I left office after attending a meeting. I was stressed as outcome of meeting was little unfavorable.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>I started driving to home. Yeah what I m seeing.. small white <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>flowers are coming down from sky .. everywhere. Snow Fall!! Is it? Awesome !!! That's only word I could utter. Nature was trying to chill out everybody. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was trying to recover from meeting effect. I knew that until and unless I kiss my child I won't feel better. Still office thoughts covered my mind. I started thinking about my next strategy towards my client and planning my moves. </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I am about to reach my home. Wow!!! I was stunned by seeing a large teddy hanging outside children's shop. </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I could not stop myself; I bought it for my sweetie. I was too excited to show teddy to my chottu .I drove back instantly.</P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I literally ran towards my apartment. I unlock my flat I threw my laptop on sofa. Snow fall was getting harder outside. It was chilling like anything. I forgot all my office tensions. I started calling "chottuu chotuu.." I was expecting some giggle .. some soft noise.. From inside... </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">My eyes opened wide when my roommate came out. She gave me horrified look. She was rather confused. She put her hand on my shoulder. I saw her face and came down from air. I kept teddy on floor with heavy hands. She whispered "I know you are missing your baby so much". Now I could not control I could see her face became blurred. Tiny tear kicked my mind control wetted my chins.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>I had simply forgot that I left my chottu in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. My 6-7 months old baby... Now according to time frame... He must be sleeping ..Dreaming his mom... His mom the corporate girl... </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">As I saw empty room ..All memories started gathering into my mind. I remembered that special day when I became mother. After I delivered my baby, nurse took him for bath and medical tests. When I came back to senses I was eagerly waiting for my golden gift. </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Nurse came insight room, she handed me something soft soft, warm, lively, wrapped in white cloth. It was reddish flesh having tiny fingers, small nose, small eyes . I was so pleased , I thanked god for such a lovely gift.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>He was looking like small angel.</P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I recalled that once my mother told me when I was born I was as good as bald . I had hair only after some months. I smiled. I touched his forehead slowly removed cloth covering his head. Oops what I m seeing it was soft like all infant but no hair.. ehhehe<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>he will become like me. He had inherited features from my hubby too but he will be my replica. I felt like I got world in my arms. I hugged him, those blessings from god touched my soul. </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Snow fall had increased outside and hot storm in my eyes. I sat on floor touching my back on wall. Chain of all moments </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Started in my mind. It was my last day in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. I still remembered each second on <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> airport.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>Last five minutes to check in. </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I was hugging, kissing my chotuu like anything. I was not at all ready to leave him. He was wetting my shirt with saliva.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">He was trying his grip on shoulders. Finally my husband took him away. Suddenly I felt small jerk on my neck. </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Oops he was holding my wedding ornament in his grip and smiling towards me. My baby was trying all possible ways to </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Convert corporate element into his mom. I still remembered how difficult it was to take my necklace back from his hands. </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Ten tiny figures were fighting with me and making me as weak as possible. </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I left with him heavy mind. As I moved ahead I ignored that loud cry, I became deaf. I closed my mind, dumped my heart at airport itself. </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">As night spread dark allover, questions covered my mind. Was I selfish? Was I heartless? Did I forget humanity? </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Did I have right to part one child from mother? I never had answer to these questions though they used to burst my brain each day. I could only recall that day when my PM asked me for this assignment. </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">"Shalaka you have been excellent team leader and technical guide our account for last 4 years. In fact after you maternity leave you came up as most capable team leader. " .. "yeah. You too gave me nice opportunities to prove myself" .. "So keeping all in mind I want to offer you new assignment for which you will be onsite coordinator for 2 months and thereafter you will continue as Project Manager. " " PM n <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>me? " </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">It was brightest day of my career. I achieved my destination for which I was putting my all energy from years n years .Saying No to this opportunity was out of question as it would have lead turning down good will of my seniors. For that moment for that point I left my personal life. It was matter of only two months. As all professionals sacrifice their personal life for career I did the same. I felt nothing wrong. </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">But everything wrong started when 4<SUP>th</SUP> month started on my assignment in US itself. There was no sign that I am going back to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Today, in meeting client asked me whether I can stay back for another month. I simply diverted him from topic.</P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">It was jolt in my stomach. Nobody was caring for infant who was waiting for his mom in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Neither my desi PM nor my client.</P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I called up my home. My hubby started video conferencing. It was such pleasure to see my chotuu on my screen. We were chatting about general topics. My hubby was sharing all stories about my baby. How he is trying to walk, how he is making everyone laugh. How many things he had broken in our house ..,. He shared every moment of chottu which I missed. After listening all, I wished that I could touch those lovely chins through my laptop's screen. Suddenly chottu jumped on laptop s lap and he waived his hand towards me. He grabbed laptop and started kissing my image. I could not with stand with that storm. I could not see such a small baby missing his mom like anything. </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Now everything was clear, corporate girl , non electric machine dissolved in deep love. I knew I was simply going out of race.. the rat race. But sometimes your priority gets changed. You need to provide resource where it is actually needed. Oops again that techi language... anyways I decide to go back. I wiped out my tears. I needed to put email to Pm describing all reasons professional reasons. But what if he denies? ok.. I took another decision. I typed my resignation kept it in drafts. Now it was no way coming back. It shook my head for a moment. I could recall all my endless efforts to achieve this height. All comfort n dignity that <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I am used with. But this time I did not let that OSC and future PM win over me. I sent email with attachment <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>explaining reasons.</P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">That night I felt as if it's last night in US. I was dreaming my departure to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. My chottu..standing with his father. Waiting eagerly for me. As sun rise. I felt my Pm must have thrown my email in deleted items. So probably today will be my last working day. I did not dare to switch on my laptop till I got into office. </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt">There was one unread email. Yea it was from my PM only. I tried my best to keep my heart strong. I opened it .. </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt">It said :- </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt">Ok .. Shalaka . I will putting formal mail regarding your transfer to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Well I personally liked your attachment of reasons. <SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings">J</SPAN></SPAN>. Your baby is too sweet. He looks like you. </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I was extremely happy reading that mail. I could not understand how he agreed in first shot.. well something else clicked in my mind. Why he is mentioning about my chotuu.. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>? I checked my sent items. I sent email to my Pm with attachment. Body of email was correct but attachment? Big oops!! I accidentally attached chootu's image as reason attachment. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That smiling baby worked!!! ;-)) .. My baby gave his best shot to get his mom back!!... it was all about true love.. my baby's love towards me..</P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I thought, I may achieve all heights in my carrier... <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>But I will get my baby's childhood back. Whenever it wil be matter of priority, I will priories my soul first... I smiled I started back for my work. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>With great relaxations of mind I started my usual day in US. </P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">   </SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoToc6 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 60pt"><o:p> </o:p></P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 23:40:17 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/17/Day-in-US.html</link></item><item><title>My first experiment ...</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Class 5<SUP>th</SUP>.our science lecture is going on. As usual I am looking out of window.. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">"Please look at black board" My teacher roared looking at me and my friend. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">"Shals.. Can't you look at black board and sleep? Because of you I will get punishment someday." "Can u sleep when she is shouting around? " I asked innocently. "Will teach you after this class" My friend assured me. I had to see at my science teacher and listen her now. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">"Plastic melts because of heat. We can make many things out of it. Also it can be easily recycled." I started thinking "How plastic can melt?" I remembered that once there was no body at home then I tried plastic bag in front of our gas stove. It burned quickly and left one scar on my hand. Remembering that I thought somebody or plastic inventors may have changed plastic. Now instead of burning it has started melting. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">But teacher should have showed us that. I decided to check new version of melting plastic at home.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>I asked my friend" will you come to my home? We will melt plastic" " But my mother had asked me to stay away from fire" My lazy friend replied. "oooff mamma's gul." I looked into her eyes wondering from when she has started listening to her mom. "ehehehhee<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>Ok.. I can not come to your home as mom is going to pick me up today. Will try this someday". </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I reached my home. I was too excited. I wanted to do my first experiment. I our school there was science lab. But only students from 7th<SUP> </SUP>and above std were allowed to do experiments there. I always wondered why it is so. Is it because they are two inch more than us? But I can also reach to experiment table. I have grown up to that height. Anyways I am not going to wait till 7<SUP>th</SUP> std. and for my friend too. I will tell her how I enjoyed melting plastic afterwards. I am going to perform this right now.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>I started looking row material for my experiment. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">But what I need? Let me decide first. I need plastic.a new plastic. I looked around there was plastic bucket in out bathroom. I thought this one is very old and must have been made from burning plastic. I wanted new plastic. I saw my brother was playing with plastic ball. I thought melting ball will be good idea. But what about my brother? That monster might start crying and ruin my experiment. I better keep him busy with playing.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Then what . ohhoo.. Mother has bought new plastic jar 2 days back.. ehehehheheh I can use that. I was happy I got my first material. Now I need to get some silence and fire. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">But I remembered past incident and looked at my hand.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>That scar was still there. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I thought if this big jar starts burning then? No. let me try another way. I thought Instead of taking jar into gas stove, I will bring some heat near to jar. Then jar will start melting and I will take heating material away. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I had tried heating our metal spoons, sewing needles before. After burning my fingers several times I became expert now. I will try with needle first then spoon as a second try. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I will use my favorite sewing needle for this. I was too much excited by now. I collected all materials I need. Now I need to wait till my mom leave for market and keep my brother away from kitchen. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Finally she left for market. I assured her I will take care of home and will not touch my brother. I ran towards kitchen. I took long needle in my hand. After heating it I took jar in other hand. But. suddenly I thought my mother will start shouting if she see her jar is melted.. ehhh I could have thought this before.. hummm this needle will not melt jar fully. I have to melt very small portion so she will not recognize it.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">But what can be the best portion? After long thinking I decided to melt jar from BOTTOM !! yes ,.. If I make hole at bottom she will<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>never come to know as she will not see there. So clever I m!!!</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I was happy with my decision. I heated needle again and touched jar.. whoopppy .. It melted there..leaving one small hole at bottom of the jar. I completed my experiment. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I was feeling so nice. Finally I melted plastic. I was too excited to tell whole story to my friend. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Next day I returned from school. Whole day I enjoyed telling my experiment's story to friends. Everybody was wondering how I can manage with fire and I was busy telling them more and more stories. I was happier that mom could not discover any thing about my experiment. I relaxed and started my favorite T.V. show. And my mom came to me </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">With plastic jar in hand. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>"Y u did this?" .Her red eyes and another empty hand frightened me. "Yeah mom I haven't touched it. Bro has done this" .She told me calmly "he can not climb on gas stove. I know it's you". I thought there is no point in hiding now. "Ok<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>... I did it. But how did you come to know. Hole is at bottom" she said "that's the reason I came to know so quickly. Idiot!! Water started falling from jar the second I poured into". </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">"Then I understood whose brain it could be. Now don't use your brain next time other wise I will use my hand" She threw jar in waste and went in kitchen. I was safe. She did not beat me. There was no harm to listen her warnings for two-three days <SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings">J</SPAN></SPAN> <SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings">J<SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings">J</SPAN></SPAN></SPAN></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I smiled. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I understood why "Only 7<SUP>th</SUP> Std. and above students are allowed to experiment!!" <SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings">J</SPAN></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 12:49:31 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/10/My-first-experiment-.html</link></item><item><title>I wanna..</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna throw of those tensions</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna get back my passion </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna crush the struggle </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna have some giggle again. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna enjoy that success</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna answer this failure again.. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna restore my soul</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Which will win world whole again. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna wash dark night </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna pour some light again. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna forget heart break </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna fall for my crush again..</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna search that gul </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">So confident so natural </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">So positive so energetic </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna get rid of this one </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Who is fed up of all life.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna go back </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna one U turn </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I wanna live my life again. </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 22:17:52 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/16/I.html</link></item><item><title>I am Beautiful</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#000000>I am Beautiful.... </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#6600cc> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">"See that"<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>"She is so beautiful" My brother exclaimed while seeing one of the advertisements. I turned back and saw Priyanka chopra. She was looking gorgeous in "Lux" ad. I smiled at my brother, it was 5<SUP>th</SUP> time he was seeing that ad and giving same reaction each time. This time it triggered chain of thoughts in my mind. </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">What is beauty? Somebody may say Aish Rai; somebody might be crazy about hema malini, rekha... or like my brother somebody may add Priyanka in list. </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">Oops!! So many different answers for just one question? Or rather I should say each one can give different answer.</FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">There are many people who believe "Beauty lies in Viewers eyes!!"<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>Definition for beauty is different for individual. We learn from childhood that our qualities, behavior, education are measures of our beauty rather than our body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>Is it really true? Do we really accept it? </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">If we accept it then what's the use of those makeup boxes? Why that huge bill of fancy clothes lying in our pocket? Who has told us to go to gym n shape up our body?? </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">Why we don't work on being good person rather than shaped one? There are endless questions we can ask our self. Reason is we are ordinary people we want to follow our Idols. We appreciate beauty and want to have that.</FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It's so pleasant to have great body, excellent features. When mirror says "yes you are looking great today!!" it makes our day. There is no other Joy when our friend /colleague notice our new avatar n compliments it. Being beautiful is as pleasures as being rich. </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">If we can be so happy by only compliments in our limited world then I can imagine joy of "Miss Universe" and "Miss world" kinda personality. When world recognize them as symbol of beauty, when millions of people follow there style, we can just imagine that happiness of being top of the world. They must be having one common thing in their mind "I AM BEUTIFUL!!" Yes...They must be feeling their beauty... World is now beautiful for them!!! Every body wishes to feel the same... To feel beauty...</FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">Sometimes I think why God did not make everybody as beautiful as Kajol or Hrithik? Why he gave this touch to only some of his creations not all of them? Was he in mind of partiality? He must have given something special to his each child. To find what's it is left as our duty. But sometimes we compare what we have with others and I do not know why every nice thing we have we find it less than that of others and every unpleasant thing more than that of others!! </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">When I tried to find my beauty in mirror I could not find any kinda special there. It was normal and thankfully far away from ugly. But when I tried to look into my mom's eye<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">I was more beautiful or probably only beauty in world... So much difference in two image.. I though mom's eyes always show extra... I checked into my brothers' eyes. </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">I appeared to be more beautiful that all of his college friends... I was confused... </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">How I can have so many different mirror images?<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>I now looked into my friend's eyes. Oops her eyes were showing satisfaction that I could manage to look better than what I am.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>Am I really beautiful? Or I have so many images in people's eyes which are beautiful? </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">I smiled... I got the answers . "I am beautiful" .There is no need that I should have eyes like Aish. There is no need that I should have body like Priyanka. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I am beautiful for people who matters for me. I can see my beauty in my loved ones. There is no need of world following your style. One brother is enough who says "I wanna be like you". </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">No need of millions of fans. Be your own fan!! .. Be your own favorite!! .. No need to find beauty in outside. just find treasure inside... </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono"> </FONT></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono">I looked back in mirror. I could see brighten image... I could see <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place w:st="on">Normal</st1:place> girl standing inside mirror.. Appearing beautiful in world's eyes!!! </FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 21:49:22 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/16/I-am.html</link></item><item><title>Thought of the day</title><description><![CDATA[You wanna change your life... just change your attitude!! <BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 22:57:31 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/10/23/Thought-of-the.html</link></item><item><title>Thought of the day..</title><description><![CDATA[Wider is a smile deeper is the wound.]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2006 10:56:52 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/07/08/Thought-of-the.html</link></item><item><title>Week end support</title><description><![CDATA[Weekend support ki kahani...manhus jindgaani..<BR><BR><BR>	Today is Friday.. yea .. it is Friday. I took another sip of hot capchino.humm feels good .At least it keeps me alive. My training frnd fwded me nice email saying that 'It's Friday now enjoy week end.' Weekend??? .. do I have weekend. oh no.. don't remind me tomorrow is Saturday. I m gonna come in the office. That weekend Prod support will be waiting for me..<BR><BR>	Usual morning unusual saturday..'Plz mom it is sat' I yelled.. suddenly something stroked in mind n I got up.. ok. Now I m going to office. Thought of going office on sat that to also for boring prod support gimme hint how my weekend gonna be. I left home.. sweet home  unhappily. No wonder there was no other friend in bus. No one has such fate. Other plp were also seems to be carrying tons of load on head. No one was speaking. Our usual Patni bus seems to be carrying us towards Jail..<BR><BR>	finally  I reached office. My back up teammate was there. I though fine at least one human being is around. I wonder how come place can look different on different days? my workplace my office was looking so quit. so silent. may be  place also needs week end after having week full chaos of keyboard, coffee machine .that cpus,tea cups, lunches n finally techi chit chats of TMs,TLs,PMs..<BR><BR>	My pc my love.. my monitor my Hrithik .Hrit stretched his eyebrows saying that 'hey u r again here??' I said  ' oh come on not in mood to flirt with u  ok..' .Clicked on M/F icon. Black screen covered my hrit n my heart also. <BR><BR>	Let 's work now.. looking to jobs..jobs r running .. oh who cares ? run yaar.. but plz don't abend . not in mood to solve u. suddenly st window blinked giving me  a jolt in stomach . Something has happened. Prodmon told me one job is late running.hey hello Job is running late so?? I should be doing in that?? should I arrange bike/ car/ patni sumo for that ?? huh? . I controlled myself n erased this que from chat window n replied him. Day is hectic lot to do.. kya yaar sat ko bhi kaam kerena padega? looked in  customer req page .. oh god what a shot ...7 RRs? kya re me hi mili thi. Fine I thought shals baby start now. Started working. By the lunch I could finish  up rr devils. My two trainee frnds gimme company for lunch. So at least my lunch was cheerful.<BR><BR>	Now start new process TT .I saw jobs. There were 5-6 jobs waiting for me. As I was first person to start process(First person to go to hell) I was more careful.Dunno how 5 jobs ate  my whole afternoon n evening also. finally it's 5:30 let's go home. Err I forgot to send status mail.oh noooo..<BR>ok start now it's 5:35 .. fine copy the previous mail n  paste. err who is gonna send tt mail? me only start that ..<BR>it's 5:59 .. I called up security to stop the bus he said just one min remaining.<BR>	still small formatting in mail was remaining .. finally I finished with. My team mate left for bus. <BR>I grabbed my bag ran like anything's reached down stairs.. ufff ..what I m seeing .........horrible view.. all the buses were left whole ground was empty. did they want to have another world cup football match on that ground? so they moved bus so early? I saw my watch I was just 3-4 mins late. I was just frustrated .not going home by 6 o clk even on sat.. Nothing can be done if fate has decided to screw u.<BR><BR>	Going again in office was horrible just because of missing bus. I saw my colleague coming in. he was smiling at me.. err what I supposed  to reply? I busted in frustration . I told him I lost bus. He advice me ask for sumo. I booked sumo for me It was scheduled at 7 pm.Another restless hour in jail..<BR><BR>	I asked him how come he is there that to also in sat eve. He said for timepass.I wondered ny one can have tp in jail.so weird. May be he has become workoholic. He said he would be leaving company in short time. I left him in corridor of his wing. With heavy legs, tired n frustrated mind I returned .No one was there .One team mate living very nearby office was doing tp .oh god ye guys.. how can they do tp here?? Forget guys r like that only.. <BR><BR>	I sat on chair. Hrith gave horrified look ' Eks u r gonna here in night'.i said 'yea to see u dear'. now reality stroked in my mind's m alone gul in whole company. oh god.. can u imagine whole company 3-4 thousands cubicles, empty canteen, empty corridoors,empty chairs silent coffee machine, no word from cpus..nothing.. I felt like trapped in silence .. sphere of silence moving around me. I could feel density of it.i closed my eyes recalled last to last weekend.i had great fun with frnds shopping , roaming n  all things.. most important I  had break from daily bore routine break from patni bus, from early getting up, break from everything.. just free bird for small time still free one..<BR><BR>	In 2 secs I felt world's most depressing surrounding. First of all I was agree on myself only. how I could miss the bus.. how I could miss week end evening? in time I realized that this is time to have control on emotions. I confirmed with security to have sumo on time.. it was 6:30 .I was not intended to do nything .. not even  orkut.. my heart was shrinking .Missing my home sweet home.. <BR><BR>	I left that place .I went downstairs it was 6:45 I have to sit here for next 15 mins.it was long 15 mins.i felt 1-1 min as one one hr. I was so desperate to go home .. I was just recalling my happy home days. Moments flashed  in front of my eyes like film. I looked time 6:55.. hushh just 5 mins only 5 mins..i m about to set free. <BR><BR>	Hey.. I will be alone going to vashi by sumo..ALONE?? 'One gul raped n killed on lonely road' Just some days ago I had received Email from admin dept. Oh god. Now what?? Will sumo driver drop me down on Vashi station? or I will be.. nah nah can't even think.. Deep deep shock went through my nerves.. What should be done in this situation?? One thing is clear I have to go  by this sumo only. Otherwise I will be in jungle finding way to vashi that to also in night .Staying in company with  all men security guards was out of question.. <BR><BR><BR>	I gathered power of mind ..oh shals u r one who used fight with ur younger bros in One verses two fashion.How many times Hrithik's action films u have seen? Recall all Mom's advices. All frnds chats when u used to gossip how to rectify Gunda Mavali error.N used show off how tom boy u r!Showing off ur new invention that how to use Eyeliner n face powder on attacker when chili powder is not available. As usual u have all makeup box with u. Now  Shals u can't be down. Recall all fighting's with Soc7,Soc4..Basically u have fighting spirit.. ok..(If it is not then plz find it n restore)<BR><BR>	Fine .. I m gonna with this sumo only. I m Maratha gul can't be down so easily. It was nearly 7 o clk..I went to security .He said one gul is there.Oh one gul is there !!! Wow I found my angel. I thanked her thousands times in mind.. I went outside started waiting for Special Person of the day. Finally she came. Thin, black tired gul stepped towards sumo. She was not that pretty as I was thinking..Whatever she was my angel .I asked her formal que like which technology, BU n all .I thanked to FS BU n her Java client for providing enough work to employees so that when I loose the  bus on sat evening they can gimme company. I blessed her client .. He may get error free code.. <BR><BR>	Sumo moved towards vashi. It was familiar way . But it was looking as nice scenery while going home. My angel left sumo in middle way of vashi station.n I reached vashi station .I  thanked sumo driver n her for pulling me out of jail.I saw indicator as it's time train is about to leave n I was above the station.I decided not to run ...5-10 mins late to home dosen't matters :-)).I went to platform train was not there. After waiting 2-3 mins train arrived .Million thanks to Indian standard time ;-)).<BR><BR>	When train passed though vashi bridge over the sea. I saw birds flying over ocean My mind started singing.....<BR><BR>	hummmm hummmmmm<BR>	When you bless<BR>	The day<BR>	I just drift away<BR>	All my worries die<BR>	I know that Im alive<BR><BR>	I get<BR>	Wings to fly<BR>	God knows that Im alive<BR>		<BR><BR>	I get wings to fly....I m alive hummmm hummmm :-))..<BR><BR><BR>		<BR><BR>		<BR><BR>	<BR>	<BR><BR>	<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>	<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jul 2006 11:01:05 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/07/03/Week-end.html</link></item><item><title>Destination</title><description><![CDATA[I left office bit early. I got window seat .I was feeling so silent that chaos of people does not distracted me. Bus slowly started moving. I recalled last 4 days. Mom was asking me r u going around with somebody? I said no. I thought mom must have seen me with my friend outside. I started explaining her." Mummy he is my good friend I met him just accidentally on road nothing else. In fact he was showing me his fiancés photographs." "ok. Ok. I m just asking you. Because we have one proposal for you. My friends son has come from US wanted to meet you.". I was puzzled what I supposed to reply."Ah. I have not seen him. " These were only words I could speak. " He saw you with me at mall that day." "But in mall we met your friend n she was alone." I remembered her. "Yes But guy just behind her was her son. He was taking sari for her." Mom explained  "But she did not introduced him to us." "Yes she thought he is in boy's section. She did not notice him till we left. N dear we were also in hurry." "But I have not at all thought about marriage n all." I tried to defense. My   mom put her hands on my shoulder "Now it's time to think. You just meet him. No hurry. You can have your own decision."<BR>	                Bus was moving faster. Wind coming from window was giving me cooling treatment. I started recalling  that day. I n mom was shopping in guls section. I was looking nice top for me. There was one mirror just beside clothes rack. I looked in mirror one handsome guy standing on sari counter having nice blue colored sari in hand. N I was looking at him through mirror. For one second I looked at top in my hand n next second I looked again in mirror. I saw smiling face of handsome looking towards me. I turned around. I saw through his eyes. My heartbeats started like drums. Bells started ringing in brain. I was able to hear my rhythmic heartbeats. "Shals look at this" My mom called me up. I got my senses back. (Moms are irritating sometimes.) I quickly run towards her without giving him single glance. (Mom was just 3-4 feet away n I m good gul.) My mom about to pay bills n leave. Then we met her friend. Mom was introducing me n I was looking straight towards that guy through her friend (some time mischief is allowed  ;-0). I can still remember his face. Tall, fair, cute, nice complexion, with naughty smiles on face n black eyes. Black eyes looked though my eyes n went to my heart. Bus stopped on main road. Some people got down. Everybody has his or her own destination. I think that day I also got.<BR>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2006 18:41:45 +0530</pubDate><link>http://sharayu10.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/06/29/Destination.html</link></item></channel></rss>