Posts Tagged ‘sunday’

On the dawn of Sunday morning

March 25, 2012

It’s the wonderful time of Sunday morning, around 4 a.m., and I am already awake for more than an hour now.  People usually tend to sleep late on holidays; I habitually get up early on Sundays; I want it to be a long long day.

There were times when I had a whole lot of things to do on Sundays and I used to start getting anxious about them from Saturday nights only!  I will probably find something to do now as well.

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I know why the caged bird sings!

September 8, 2011

It’s Sunday!  As usual, a little sweet, a little sore!  How much can a poor soul entertain itself! Explore places, take photos, edit in Picasa, geotag, upload, etc., etc., etc.; a dog playing with his own tail! It’s Sunday.

Took a little break, took a tour, within a hand’s distance: Medical Square, Reshimbag, Joshi Wadapaao, again Medical Square, Tukdoji Square, within a hand’s distance!  As long as a caged bird can fly! But I know why the caged bird sings!!

N.B. Once again an old (and incomplete) post from the drafts of my ScribeFire.  Sorry guys for giving nothing new in a while!

I’m happy :)

April 10, 2011

It was really a long long day and a kind of hectic one.  Except what I cannot write, there is really nothing to write.  A friend of mine had an accident and got a kind of serious facial trauma, may be a mandibular fracture etc., and I spent almost all the day getting bored in the hospital.

There are two worlds.  Several things happen outside, oftentimes not worth to mention. And inside me, a stream of life keeps on going, a stream of life, a stream of life… I myself have made a hell of it 😦 of what it could have been 😦

Gonna read an illusion of MrugajaLache Baandhkaam (Making of an Oasis) by Marathi poet Grace. It’s in her Marathi Literature syllabus.  She has brought notes of it and I will have to console myself with them instead of the original book.  I know not what I am writing, just trying to postpone being together, to live out of the stream of life, the stream of life that is inside me, or I am in it, I don’t know, I just don’t want to get out of it…

It is late evening of a not-so-happening Sunday.  I am watching some movie while writing this post, and I don’t want don’t want don’t want to get out of my stream of life 😦

Again, this fake line just to show the world, it’s okay, I’m happy 🙂

Update:  By the way, the outer world has gone asleep, and I am kind of more happy now than I was in the last line 🙂

Sunday morning and Anna Hazare

April 10, 2011

You said it truly, I’m a kind of net-freaky.  I slept at 1 a.m. last night (for whatever reasons) and am again on my PC for about an hour.  I need a rehab…

The Facebook was full of Anna Hazare stuff for the last few days, thanks God that government intervened to accept his demands soon, or I would have to stop Facebooking.  A too-much-enthu-about-everything friend of mine had also organized a candle march to support Anna, but the government accepted Anna’s demands before the scheduled march and the too-much-enthu-about-everything friend again had to send notice to everyone about cancellation of the march (the poor guy could not think of a victory march) 🙂 (By the way, this too-much-enthu-about-everything friend believes that Ramdeo Baba is the greatest patriot of this time).

I wanted to share “If you could be my dhruva star, I would never ask you to fall in my arms” on facebook, but seeing all that Anna Hazare stuff, I was a little hesitant to discourage the enthu activists with my personal stuff.

This is not a way to get your demands accepted yaar, certainly not a democratic one.  You do or I will die, this is like my wife threatens me every now and then that she would harm herself if I don’t listen to her…:(

Hmm finally, found someone to think alike, Olive Oyl (whose mamma think Anna is really a Lal Bahadur Shastri’s look-alike) with her the great India Stalker 🙂

P.S. Wish if it had created a true and unbiased public opinion 🙂