Sunset...

While having a cup of coffee in our balcony and relaxing after a long day. The view here is magnificent. Huge mountains from all direction. Hell lot of urbanization visible. As far as your naked eyes can see you will find huge infrastructure, mountains and blue sky with white clouds. Cool air brushes my hairs and make it messy. It’s cold in here but not yet cold as per Pune’s standards.

Today brings glimpses of winter with its gloomy blue sky with white clouds and silver line. I need more chilled out atmosphere so that I cuddle up in my favourite blanket and have hot steaming Maggie and read one of those romantic novel. I am born lazy. Whereas this weather makes me lazier.

Gradually as I sip my coffee the blue skies gushed into crimson orange and grey clouds. As my coffee reduced to half clouds turned darker grey with orange reddish sky. Never seen such a combination as such in this digital world. It seems as feel cold lava is released in the air. Weightless lava obviously, LOL.

Seeing this perfect evening the photographer inside me woke up. Took few snaps of sky and clouds.

Each day a new stuff, new development surprises me. A sunset can be so beautiful from home itself has never be in my fate till I came Pune. Thanks Pune for this alluring Sunset.

Later in the late evening it showered heavily. Making atmosphere colder. Nonstop rain. Rains in winter is like a special treat without any intentions to celebrate. My Beloved season, rainy season. Perfect to what I needed. Maggie, blanket, romantic novel and cuddle up. Wink.

Goodbye to Nagpur

I am going to leave this city, again. Nagpur. I have spent 10 years at a stretch in this place. 10 years, woo! More over my grandparents use to live here so I am in touch with Nagpur since I was a baby and till now while I had my baby in the same place 6months ago. Since childhood my parents, cousins, aunts, uncles use to reunite here at my grandparents’ house every year till the time my Aba (grandpa) sold out his house. It was quite fun her. My Aba's other six brothers also use to live in the same apartment in different flats. Making ‘killa’( sand house ), eating candies, having homemade ice gola, every one sleeping on terrace under the sky full of stars and moon and endless stuff to eat made by my Aji (Grandmother). Childhood days.

Later on when I was in 7th standard I came here as my mother got a transferred to Indira Gandhi Government Medical College & Hospital College, Nagpur as Associate Professor. At this phase I started hating this place. It ruined my entire friend's circle specially my best friend Megha, Best brother Shailesh Dada and my comfort zone back in Yavatmal till the time I got introduced to my best best buddy Shilpa. And life again started rolling...turned out that I had friends group of four Shilpa, Enakshi and Ashwini. All BBF of school days. Still in touch. Someone once told me that if you have someone as a friend for seven years then that friendship remains permanent. And thank god. It’s still permanent. Collage life was even more entertaining because of people like Devi (Devyani), Tandori (Snehal), Snehal Joshi, Smita, Dhamankar (Sneha), Shree, Gayatri, Kalupari (Sonali) and others. Who made me believe in friendship and made it my dharma, my religion.

Nagpur is the place where I had been shower with my parents love. Their unconditional love. Parents Love for their children is never realized unless we ourselves are parents. Trust me on this. Their love, their silent care(mostly treat as unwanted interference),their anger, their expectations, their fear for our safety, each and every aspect of our parents love is better understood when we enter into the new age of parenthood. Really blessed are those people who have experienced parenthood and super blessed are those who have experienced parents love.

Nagpur is where I fell in love with my soul mate, my husband. It’s said you will get what you are destined for. Well I will say sometimes you have to fight back to bring someone in your destiny. Falling in love with someone is very easy but holding that person's hand with all the odds of life is difficult. Falling is easy standing back again after a failure is what we call as life. Needs hell lots of guts.

Here is where I got admission to Engineering College and complete degree. Also got placement in second company which visited our collage. My career started from here. Two days I can’t forget. One when I got admission to G. H Raisoni Collage of Engineering, Nagpur. Two when I got place to HCL Technologies. Somehow I didn't joined it. I entered into the world of business. Entrepreneurship.

Most special one is when I got converted from a lady to a mother. Tanishqa, my daughter, love of my life, center of my gravity. Starting from her first heart beat in that ultra sound machine till she turns 6 months two days back. From her size 7.8mm till her height of 60 cm and weight of 6.2kg. Everything about her I experienced about her in this place.

Nagpur….What not I have felt in this city. Leaving it again is very painful. Each and every ‘galli’ (street) reminds some different story, different memories. These all small little stories I am taking down with me. Will keep them safe. In my heart. As days to depart is approaching my anxiety is increasing. My heart is sinking at a faster rate. Leaving my parents, friends and everything back here and shifting to new City is like a huge burden for me. Leaving behind all types of love experienced behind is always difficult.

Is time is really moving fast or it has slowed down its speed?

Actually I want time to hold on for a while before leaving. I want to feel life more. But time being time will wait for none. It’s we who have to adjust with time.

Economic and me

“DEFINITION of 'Law Of Diminishing Marginal Utility' A law of economics stating that as a person increases consumption of a product - while keeping consumption of other products constant - there is a decline in the marginal utility that person derives from consuming each additional unit of that product.”(As per many textbooks and google.com)…huh?? What is It.? Well I am with you guys. I am amongst those non-economics students for whom this topic is like an alien to earth. After reading it for the first time my head started to spin. It always does after reading any damn new topics of economics. I am a science lover and an Engineer. Stuff like this suddenly makes me sleepy.

Well it’s not a rocket science in the end. It’s quite simple. It goes as, utility is satisfaction after consuming anything, and be it a food item or any product. Imagine, if you are a spicy pani-puri lover and you are shifted out of country by your company. Where there is no item as such pani-puri. Remember your desire to consume it. The moment you are back to India, the very first thing one would like to do is to go to a local street stall and have pani-pure. The first spicy puri filled with its spicy water and boiled potato. What kind of pleasure it may give you at that time. That satisfaction is no bound. Now that’s utility.

After consuming one full plate of pani puri you may want to have one more plate of the same to compensate loss made during your stay in other country. That’s second pani-puri plate. Later on your friend might insist you to have one more plate. That will be third one. Then again fourth plate was insisted by someone. Now you are totally done with your quota for pani puri and if still you are forced to have one more plate you won’t enjoy it, that’s disutility.

If we see, second plate may not be that much interesting as first one. Third may not be as interesting as second one. And so on… now that’s ‘Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility' in rough. I don’t want to go in many details, as I am not an expert to comment on this. I am just a management student.

Reading this topic has opened my eyes. How simple economics topic can be actually related to life. After all, economic is not a science of aliens. There were many questions in my mind for which ‘Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility' has given me answers. For example, why is it that the first date of a person whom you love most will always remain in your heart (Mine was at ‘Paratha house’ in Nagpur followed by Mr. Beans Café with my boy friend, who is my husband now.). Why is it that first rain after heated summer is very mesmerizing? Every drop, every breeze and seven colored rainbow of that rain is special.  After five days of working hard, our weekend is the only time where we really enjoy. Out of day Saturday is more interesting than Sunday. If you are married then you will understand this. All the festivals after marriage are supposed to be celebrated will full zeal and enthusiasm. Rituals, family, gifts, love all make those all first festival post marriage very unique.  My first pay check. Oh god, I was feeling as if I am on cloud nine. Whatever may be the amount but that feeling of achieving something. Feeling of being on our own. First child of your life, gives immense pleasure to explain which I have no words. Its beyond explanation. Later on first promotion, first house,. These all ‘first’s’ of our life always remains special. Very special. Seconds, thirds are important and special. But the utility for the first always remains maximum. And the reason for this is Law Of Diminishing Marginal Utility'. Keep relating economics to day to day life things and soon economics will be fun.

In the end, stay hungry, stay foolish. 

Is Marriage And Freedom Really Polls Apart: In Metros?

Now a days girls of my age creep about marriage. (I am 23 by the way.) They mostly say why to get married so early and lose your freedom. To those girls I wanna ask what is freedom.? Just a state of mind. Whats the meaning of your freedom if nobody is waiting for you back in that place called 'home'. Even if a girl is married she can do whatever she want to. There are no boundaries as such in this twenty first century. Today most of girls who get married and have a settled life in metros and major cities have all the freedom. Now a days it has been seen husbands themselves want there wife as smart, dynamic and most important working wife. They know financial burdens are not easy to bear especially alone. Apart from this guys themselves like to enjoy clubbing and all stuff with there spouse. Men are not even in a hurry to have kids like ancient days. Guys now a days are more chilled out. They enjoy there personal life with there social circle and let us do the same. Moreover they respect our parents and treat them on same ground. Seriously gone are the days of typical men if we try to see the top view of any men and wife relationships.

Then why these girls creep about marriage and loss of freedom together. I don't think there is loss of freedom.  And even if sometimes if a person have to sacrifice something for someone, then whats the harm in that. Its not sacrifice also. Sacrifice is a big word. You may say walking in each others shoe. Just like best buddies. Life is very short we have to live it king size. Small small adjustments, keeping ones ego away and patch up even after your worst fight wont kill you. Come on. Grownup  What is the meaning of freedom if you have no one to share your life with someone. Not just someone your soul-mate  Life is not meant to live alone. Nobody dose that.  Freedom is not setting boundary. It is setting ones free. 

First Blog

This gonna be beginig of a exciting journey... Since  childhood i am maintaining a diary.. Scribling  stuff. When grown up as a teenager I started reading romantic novels and writing rhymes which rarely turned out to be great except few. ... I always had strong urge to write...write something on some or the other topic, be it good or bad long or short, interesting or boring, social or political, personal or professional but mostly emotional.
When my Grandpa died,everyone took out there diaries and read it. Actually those were not diaries. Those were simple notebooks were filled with words and emotions from first page till last.  Some felt happy. Some felt sad. I never saw him writing it though. That man passed away...but his feeling and his words are cherrished.
This blog is an amrature types. Scribbled pages, dirty hand writing, ultra small notes, last moment corrections, extra lines in between was my style of writing. Not anymore.