Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Investments ka funda

It all started with a thought of Tax saving instruments. Equity based Mutual Funds have been my favourite may be because of my hidden gambling instinct or may be because of the glamour they bring with their seductive names :P Take for instance ABCD Top 100 Benchmark Balanced dividend 96' scheme. Wooooooohhhhfff, I never even learned this big formulas or definitions in class 9th, I used just skip such terminologies. The terminologies & the complexities have always bogged me down. How many of you really get into the depth while investing in a MF? And Even if you get into it, will you ever be sure, satisfied & be aware where your money is being invested. MF is a pure bluff, it is all luck & overall market performance dependent.

Than there is Debt instruments, PPF, FD etc. . Why the hell should one deposit in Debts?? For that 6-7% annual returns on FD? But yes may be for safety& security they bring with them.

Invest in property if you have that much money, or buy gold if tax saving isn't on your list....

But the best of all is buy onions, dry them & store them for future use. Buy Garlic, dry them or make a paste & bottle it for future use. Make tomato pures. Deep Freeze potatoes, Peas & other veggies. Biggest thing is nearly all of us know the business of veggies & it might fetch annual returns of 400% - 800%. My mum did that, not with a thought of savings but to make things easy for her. The benefit she is reaping goes like this...
Onions - avg. consumption .250kg/day - sun dried about 3 months back - Benefit of Rs. 15/day i.e Rs. 450/ mnth & Rs. 5400/ year. Similar goes the story of Garlic, Tomato & Peas. Bingo! I have cracked the formuls to becom rich.

No No No, I am not freaked out.... But the crazy onion prices @ Rs. 80/Kg is the reason. Garlic @ Rs. 150-200/Kg is the reason. Who thought the tomatoes which were sold for under 10 last year will touch Rs. 40/Kg this year. Thats an annual return of 400%. Drying, Making puree & preserving veggies isn't a bad investment at all. I swear.

Bingo, I cracked it :)

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Teaching Sheeching apne bas ka nahi...

have never taken up teaching before, errr... actually once I did...

I still remember when in 3rd semester, hostel days, I rubbed my hands on being a tutor to a 9th standard student. Ufff....., that was difficult, the subject that scared me the most in school days was what I had to teach. Kasam Sheela ki jawani ki, it was aaahhh uuuiiii, 'What am I trying to do??' thing. Syllabus books aur mera rishta bilkul waisa tha jaise Shahid Kapoor aur Kareena Kapoor ka ab wala pyaar. Apni class mein ek hi ladki thi aur uska bhi shikaar ho chuka tha, so there was no pressure of earning for dates & gifts also. Still I dived in, as tuting sounded glamorous. These were the few types of unimaginable glamorous things one could splurge in that secluded place called 'Bhiwani'. Only boxers survive in that city, somehow I also managed to come out alive. Anyways.... important thing is the girl was a student of 9th standard & I, a second year engineering student who reached their purely by God's tactics. No one had even an isolated idea that maths had an ongoing tiff with me. Maths mein haath itna tight that I had to go through a Re examination in Semester 1 itself...that is called 'bhaagne se pehle hi ludak jana'...Cheers to Life... ludak ludak ke hi to insaan seekhta hai. Aur ab adjustment mein to time lagta hi hai na? Dilli se Bhiwani mein laake baitha doge to ek aadh gadbad to hogi hee. Here whole forest of sour grapes existed. Finally, ab hum ban gaye the Mashter jee :) aur remuneration tha Rupeej 1000 per month for three days a week.

Byeee God ki kasam, the volley of questions & numerical she threw was unimaginable & unsolvable. Whenever she had any doubt, I would smile, crack a joke, ask for water & than finally would tell her to mark & discuss tomorrow. Actually my understanding on those questions was very similar to the one I have on Enrique's latest Latin number. I withdrew in straight 3 classes. Teaching was not my cup of Tea, V, B, D and include every Eeeee.

Bohhy, I couldn't teach mathematics to a class 9th student, I felt humiliated. I felt as helpless as Vinod Kambli found himself during 96 world cup cricket match with Sri Lanka. Only difference is he sobbed & I nearly did not...Holishit... Soon I was back to normal playing badminton, basketball in hostel, which I always loved. And the maths was so so so so so so far away :) nearly invisible.

While I was recalling the history of my life, today, some 8 saal baad, I felt like a champ, when I was about to take last guest lecture at SASMIRA, Worli ( http://www.sasmira.org/ ). Awwww... 'Is it really the last lecture' is what my ander ki awaaj asked me. My broken, torn, wounded Sony Ericsson rang & 'Rohit, it is your last lecture', asked the the faculty head. 'hmm... hmm...Yeah, yes Aparna, I should be winding up today', replied me & popped out of the bed, the way those popcorns do in the hot pan. Weekends give me the leisure of loving my bed a li’l more.
I learned more from them than what these crazy bunch of young fellas learned from me. It's been an year i.e. 2 semesters. And today everyone in the class is a learned man/learned lady who knows that Vasco De Gama found America & Columbus located India. Everyone is Intelligent now :)

Cheers to Life :)
Good Times


I was crossing Bandra road n 2 kids of age around 2-3 yrs came, pulling my Tee n begging for anything I could give them. What could I give them beyond a simple smile. I clicked there photograph & they literally smiled. And made me smile too.

There's something in this city called Mumbai/ Bombay that gives me a strange high. This place has taught me to be so well on my own & I love this place. I was 24 & it was 29th June when I dropped here, today I am 27 & loving it. These 30 months have been wonderfull & so have been the events. This city has given all the things that would have been with me in any other part of the world and it gave me few other things too. I had my own share of fretting & frowning & buaaah huaaah & ha ha, but here I learned to hold on & move on. So a Genuine 'THANKS' to this place. And yeah, Bandra is oozing in my blood.... the coffees at CBTL (Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf) ...CBTL's balance sheet's bottom line is stronger because of me & my blood is terribly coffeed because of them :)

First time I stepped here, I was taken aback by the price tags their coffees had. Now it's regular & the stewards are addicted to me, the way I am to their faces & the lovely coffee. CHEERS to life :)

Good Times

Monday, December 20, 2010

Hempushpa :)

Well...till the time you slog your brains to find out what the hell this HEMPUSHPA is..??? I’ll have my share of laugh.

Alcohol has never been my fantasy, (coffee beats it any day) but the fun, laughs & the craziness this liquid brings around is something I have developed charm for. The advertisements, the after drowning illogical chit chat of friends & the abnormally high creativity that emerges after the intake of this overhyped liquid is something worth loving all the while.

Hempushpa: This is a ridiculous creative name of an alcoholic drink, one of my shitty chuddy buddy is planning to sit on with when another buddy chuddy lands in the country to join us. The firangi buddy, very own Delhi ka Punjabi is bringing all those coloured labels. Black, white, orange or red label, I am least interested in. But the thing that pulls my interest even more than that spaghetti & hot pant wali ladki who is his current GF, is the cocktail the other chap is planning to make from all these coloury labels. We literally grew up not pulling each other’s legs but each other’s chuddies & other times it was pants ;). Those were the bloody hostel days. And it’s been full 5 years since any chuddy or pant has been pulled. We have been labelled professionals & grownups and the so called society doesn’t allows us to be weird kids anymore. But not this time after they’ll be immersed in Hempushpa, let’s see who’ll be the bakra now :P

And trust my sarcasm if any, I’ll definitely reveal the recipe for Hempushpa, will not devoid you all of the fun this hitting liquid is capable of bringing in. Cheers!!!

Bhatia, Duggal, Mehta, Chugh, Sikri etc. etc. Kamino, let's sit soon & blabbar like we always did... :)
We'll fret, frown, cry, laugh on the life's hitty things, love stories & what not....And finally will laugh off everything... Did we ever take thee stuff seriously :P Yeah, we did ;)
Bingo... Welcoming Duggal :)

Good Times

Friday, December 17, 2010

Au revoir: Until we see each other again

It goes something like this......

Not a bad time I had, rather it was/is stupendous :) CHEERS!!
My last day here with Big Bazaar...all thank you's, tata's, bye bye's, take care's, keep in touch can wait for a while...

The bigger thing is that don't be jealous if you find me on Goa's any damn beach wearing quicksilver shorts, sipping Heineken or Fosters (else king's) from the thinnest of the straws ...I will have all the time in the world to do that, unlike the other days wheh I had comp. screen in front to float on it.

Serious things apart the best during the tenure was Alibaug trip, danced, danced n danced, legs still ache at times.
Second best was the team i was/am part of... Superb BB Kidswear :)
Third was visible in Diwali week's Ramyaraj's mail ;)
4th, 5th & 6th were about food, clothes, people etc. etc. ..... ;)

Important: Be in touch, not to find out where I am, what am doing & similar stuff (that will least bother to most of you). But always you are welcome to discuss about the food & eating out joints, the general crap, while planning drinks, when bought a Crazy T shirt, movies, to plan an adventurous expedition or any dam good-bad times.

Now as they all say, the society & stuff, so in accordance to them, I must say... tata to everyone out there, whole hearted thank you to you all, from From Diljit's corner to Intellect meeting room, from Jogi's seat till the bosses's cabins & the vendors who are somewhere in between & on the way from reception till desk; or at their respective offices....I learned atleast a thing & sometimes a lot from you all... the stuff you got made & from where & how you got that made had its own teachings in it & sometimes what you wore had an inspiration. The biggest of all learnings was to walk 5% faster :)

Some of the people will definitely be missed more than the others, they are simply lovely crazy fellas & we gelled well :) . I owe atleast a good gesture to NG, AC, DK, PK, PK, PB, RR, TA, NP, AM, RT, HT, HH, RS, AP, SM, MT, RA, CF, Se, Di... :) I'll SMS you if I missed out anyone...

In starting there were turbulences but still matched the Synergy,
Results started coming good & the reason was passion & Energy.
The way team bonded at most of the times times was stupendous,
The food talks, T shirt & the sports chats were anytime mood refresher.
Work & fun was always focus & there was hardly any messy caucus,
Good Times is what I'll miss, not afraid of any dam future job's pressure.
Among the ups & downs, bad times-fun time, we managed to travel a worthy mile
I'll miss, I'll miss, I'll miss this whole li'l world that got created all this while.
Love the way US marines salute to superiors in warfield, dear booses the same one for you :)

Every Declaration of Independence is an Act of Adventure

Good Times
rohit khatri
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On the walls of Facebook, Twitter, Orkut

Au revoir
Until we see each other again

Ander Ki Awaaz

He said...'Ander ki awaaz sun aur aage bad...'

The inside wali voice???
Main hairaan @$%$? aakhir ye ander ki awaaj hoti kya hai??

Inner voice, yeah the inner voice.... the one which comes from deep inside, not the ones called 'Burp' or 'Farts'. So after hearing the inner voice, I decided to move on. Despite the goody goody times, I am moving on for career growth.

Thank you Pantaloon/ Future Value Retal Services/ Big Bazaar :)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

What's next?

Fullness in life
So very me
What's next ??

Whatever it is, it's gonna be full of energy, enthu, passion & fun....

Its not that hard to imagine. All you have to do is put your mind and a freezing soul into it.... and when you can imagine, you can do wonders.

Nice Times
Better Times

Good Times

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Have a little more faith

Have a little faith in me,
Let my soul be little free.
Till now, I have trusted you blindly,
Is it so hard to talk to me kindly?
I have a mind too, me you cannot order,
Why, my thoughts, do you always try to smother?
Give me a chance to fulfill all I have dreamt,
All that you have taught me, give me time to attempt.
Am I asking for too much, by asking for respect & trust?
Why make, of my mistakes then, such a great fuss?


Feel like reading a lot!
Cheers :)

Monday, December 6, 2010

Food Food, Bike Ride, Sun, Sand, Salty water, Fun, Relaxed

This was Goa.....
Ate like mad...
Rode bike like crazy...
Funned like Woooowww...
Roamed like Hippy...
Stoned on the beach...
Office & the work was 600+ km away, I on the sandy beach munching my Feast :)
Dream of long Bike ride in Konkan accomplished.... still there's a bit left ;)
This was Goa, this was Goa December, 2010

Monday, November 29, 2010

bade chal, chale chal...

Rehne de aasma, zameen ki talaash kar!
Sab kuchh yahin hai, kahin aur talaash na kar!!!
Har Aarzu puri ho to jeene ka kya maza!
Jeene ke liye bas ek kami ki talaash kar!!!

Kuchh aisa sa hai :)

Kuchh aisi si hai zindagi.... ek kadam...do kadam...ludko, giro, sambhlo, lekin chalna mat chhodo....chale jaao....chalte jaao.... mat ruko...mat ruko...mat ruko...oooopsss...lekin ruko, jaroor ruko, suno, samjho, sab galat nahi hote, sab galat nahi hota, sab sahi hai, sab achha hai, karna tumhe hi hai, apne aap kuchh nahi hota, apne aap sirf vishwaas hota hai ya nahi hota hai....It's confusing at times but It's beautiful out there :)

Rah gujar ki aakhon mein chamak chod jaayenge,
Khamoshiyon ki maut gawara nahi humko!
Pahachaan apni dur talak chod jayenge,
Sheesha hain toot kar bhi khanak chod jaayeinge!

Love Ya Bloggy
I had my share of Coffee & Click Click Clicking around with camera. It did bring some Calming effect...
Huggy Huggy :)

Monday, September 13, 2010

The only High you have is 'I'

Woooohooo.... this is roller coaster.... this is hell lika crazy... many months n the time flew past faster than F16 supersonic. Sleepless nights made him realize he can stay up for 22 hours a day, can work like a robot.this definitely took some toll but it was worth it.

Those lights just outside his room are twinkling like a Crazy sparkle in the sky, he's lost into the blinking sparkle spilling all around. lost in the time & in thoughts, in toughts that surpass any normality. thoughts that make him strong & soft together, thoughts that confuse him, shudder him & also bring admiration, love, eternity, maturity & understanding. He is lost in the thoughts of his life. He is Living it up. He is alive & kicking. he is high on Life. This is abundance of his life.

Monday, August 9, 2010


'As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny & meaning of my life'

The strongest people are those who are true to their emotions...

Being true is at times little complicated & foolish but I am quite happy to be what I am... Just waiting to be flying :)

Friday, July 30, 2010

lovely frustations :)

Browsing through the aisle of dreams,
I wonder what dream to pick up to dream tonight.....

Not that I am afraid of something.... Just that last I picked some real big ones & haven't even managed to reach half way mark, not that I din't put in the efforts! But big just dint happen to me...

Can Dreaming be done cautiously ??? Can dreams be controlled???
Who the fuck cares...?? Our lives have been too buisy to handle the cruel reality.... and the time to dream is taken away by deep tired out sleeps...

Dreams have that charm of taking us to all the forbidden land; untouched, unexplored, virgin arenas. Dreams take us to the wonderland where we get anything but just less than everything. Still, we slog like stupid asses carrying rubble on their backs....we are so much dived into reality & have become wondefully practical, resulting our thoughts to struggle for crossing obvious.....

Thats not the kind of....I want to live..... WTF am I doing????

We all must get frustated in life, for those who don't have frustations are the ones with either too many achievements or with too less dreams....in short they are half dead.... Thankfully I get frustated, irritated and dont fall in the mentioned category.... and I am proud of being this way....I am true to myself!

I want to run, I want to write, I want to play, I want to watch a lovely movie, I want to drive on a long green road, I want to love, I want to kiss, I want to listen music at full volume, I want to scream, yell, shout the loudest, I want to be very myself.... I want to win my own way!!

...cRAzIlY rOhIT

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Dude is again getting ready to storm :)

I had had so much inbetween all these days to put up on blog....but I restrained. I restrained coz someone had taught me in recent times that few things are close to hearts. These things are not to be shout out all the time. Without weighing in the logics I gave in to the advises. And the blog was vacant....unposted....deserted....LOL......

It's been bloody 1 week, since I have been breaking bed. I have slept, lied on bed in all possible positions for last 1 week. I have dreamt so much that it now feels heavy to dream any more. I have dreamt about nearly every possible fiction n non fiction. I so much want to get out n start working.... my body so much wants to work out again... legs are eager more than ever before to again measure the track... But reality pulls me back, I have been getting exhausted with smallest effort....probably thats what they refer as human limitations/illness. I have just got up from maleria. Still all this while my heart has been working perfectly fine n have been loving someone as beatifully as it can ever do. It's still as active as it can be!! As intresting as it could get....It is my lovely chirpy...crazy, freaky heart. It loves & wants to be loved. :)

I, at times feel proud about working in current job. I am so much connected to my vendors & love being upto my commitments. My vendors had been msging me 'get well soon' msgs. Though it will be another normal thing with any buyer (person performing the role I am handeling), for me those msgs brought a small smile. It feels good to be among people, with people. For life is all about relations you build while moving on....

It's been lovely time, phone calls have a time now...they are not as random as they used to be when we started. We wait, if not we, atleast I wait for call at 5:30 AM, 12:05 Noon, 1:20 PM, 5:05 PM, 6:00 PM, 11:00 PM. It's lovely how things are shaping up by themselves....If it is God than....God please please keep the things this way...If it is something else, than also...God...please please keep it this way... This is beautiful understanding Me & Shivani have developed, we are adjusting to things without even telling each other about it. I call her my 'Rockstar'. She knows I am no less than a 'sportsstar'. Its a starry life for each other, we are stars in each others lives n need no approvals :)

2-3 days down the line, I'll again start running...I am eager n excited about it :)

Good Times
rohit (motivating himself for bigger things in life)

Thursday, July 1, 2010


Somethings matter so much to us that despite every dam confirmation, you just cant relax till the time you get it. You want those things so badly & they mean so much to your life. The constant unstoppable process in brain which keeps reminding you the importance & need of it, is the one what brings that taunting fear of loosing or not getting it.

Dont you wait for the calls of loved ones...which have to come in any case...
Dont you wait with tension & eagerness for the loved ones to arrive home in any case...
Dont you live in constant thoughts of holding on to your gold, you build up with lifetime savings...

We fear, and it is very obvious.
Coz some people are little more than important to us!!


Sunday, June 27, 2010

Laziness & incapable old man!

Half an hour past midnight...it's dripping..tip-tip, tip-top...it dint pour this time, it rained sweetly! It rained, may be to lighten that spark in thoughts, in minds n in hearts. The spark of love, passion, poetry or any other creativity. God keeps reminding us at times.....we all need to put in creativity else the boredom will kill the humanity! Who cares....I am lazed till the last electron, neutron of my body! When I am lazying, I am just lazying!! :) Rains bring that lovely laziness also...more people yawn & people yawn more. More people feel sleepy & people sleep more. The world slows down!! Lets pause, lets freeze!! Lets Dream slow!! Lets Lie down n do nothin, nothing at all!!! Coz tomorrow is monday!! You'll be sluggish, drained, battered, shattered & totally Ophizzed! Yes you'll be caged for the week....So Sleep like a king!

It was one of the days in the week, when nik was in real hurry, coz he wanted to catch up with his thoughts & that lovely Cafe Late'. He was running on platform, suddenly a blank faced, not blank but 'asking' face pulled him. The face had so much strength that Nik couldn't move a step ahead, there was magnetism. An old man, barely able to walk, having stick & umbrella in his hand was struggling to get down from stairs. It was a struggle of old man's natural strength with the God's gravity & the man made structures. It was too complicated for the old man to handle at that age but he had destination where he had to reach. He had to complete a journey, n he was not willing to not reach destination. Old man literally cried for help & Nik gave his hand somehow...leaving all his thoughts behind. Old man wasn't tidy, he looked shabby, people around din't bother about him & his helplesness..Nik grabbed his hand...made him step down from stairs smoothly...letting him take support of his shoulders. And the bystanders watched like frozen puppets. Now old man was confident like a Rockstar....Nick took him till handicap compartment. Old man boarded train n went for his destination.... Nick missed 3 trains all this while, he was late now....The thoughts he wanted to ponder were replaced by new ones. Coffee was out of scene!! He was happy!! He managed smiling!

That night Nick felt an unseen warmth, felt protected & felt complete! He cuddled his two pillows & slept hugging them tight!

hugs n kisses

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

'U have gained some weight', said my trainer!

'more than some', I replied

'No fried, no sweet, less carbs, no choclates', he barked!

I stepped back, took out choclate bar from my bag & bit it twice before offering him! Shot 'F' word twice & hopped on tread mill...

'M moving on with Cardio...Can we start', I said!
'Rohit....', he paused
I am a foodie....'F....'
WOW...& I rejoined Gym after 5 months!!

“They’re not empty calories if they’re full of AWESOMENESS!”
Let's take a pledge 'we'll not Diet until......whatever...whatever... " :P
Happy I am!!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

ROI....dn't knw!

Cut short:

Mumbai's getting into nerves, not as good as it used to be!!
CBTL (a Cafe'), Bandra is the place where I have been living, re-energising!!!
Now I own a Canon 1000D DSLR, photography isn't all that easy :) but it's still good!!
It's fun to teach young youths :) , feeling good to be a guest faculty at a design institute!!
Office is....little boring now, no matter, some intresting things still exist in that sphere of life!!
Life's little loner as of now......missing frnz....mumbai is all about ROI....u need to justify someone's, everyone's ROI!!! LOL!!
Need thrill, thrust for something exciting!!!


Best part is I am jogging & I am proud of it!!! J.O.G.G.I.N.G!!!

Friday, April 9, 2010

Mad Race

I have always been sure about the fact that Mumbai is one of those dam cruel cities where the man's worth usually lags far behind materialistic arrogance. Here every breathing creature ends up in the mad race for 'nothing'.

The other day, we had fun time at Colaba. I was in my own tunes while coming back. I always prefer to stand near the train's door & feel the lovely mumbai breeze. While getting down I pushed the person in front of me as he took too much time, he took nearly billion nano seconds to get down at platform. Few seconds later I had one of the biggest regrets in recent times. The person whom I pushed was a blind man, he stumbled before managing to balance himself on his weak legs. And there I was...showed my cruel behaviour in the cruel city & still standing strong & tall. To my regretful senses it didn't matter if I did that unknowingly. It is not by man's instinct that he becomes cruel here, it's just the city where everything by default gets cruel. The catch is...you can't survive the mad rush without being cruel to yourself & others. The world boasts it as 'NEVER STOPPING' attitude. We all hate it & still we all flaunt it. The NEVER STOPPING ATTITUDE.

And since than I have taken total non aggressive mode & pledged to show no aggression for a week, even if I am pushed, pulled, bashed, kicked or even thrown out. That's compensation for a pinching regret....

Rohit MAD RACE Khatri

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Ufff...ufff....ufff......!! (for those who'll understand SAP transaction codes for retail buying)

Dear ME23N,
In week 32 AW09, I was playing scrabble with my sweetheart, she loves me so much & that is why she gave me inbound to proceed....
I picked 'A'
she picked 'Z'
I picked 'T'
She picked 'D'
I picked B''
She Picked 'R'
I also picked 'R'
Bingo...I made a word 'ZBRDART'. She had doubts over my vocab.
"No, there's no word like this in whole universe", she said.
"Cmmon baby, it's the most frequently used word in my life'. It is there & I made it & I earn points & I am leading....", I emphasised as I always do.
She started screaming at me & than cried...
I tried to console her, "sweetu, if you can not understand the word around which my daily life revolves than how are you going to understand me". I also cried.... I thought she's the one who always understood me, but i was wrong... She din't even knew ZBRDART, with which I muddle, cuddle, shuddle & do whatever whole day long....
We fought, we fought & our lives got delisted from each other's...Afterall it was 'ZBRDART', the command/ the transaction of my life. She got listed to someone else. Her STO was executed & is happily married near Hasangarh RDC.
I made a RPO out of her HUB & since than I have ME21'nd with a new girl. We often go for dates to Bhiwandi HUB.
ZPDF done, story over.... Mind you, I have not been taken on portal. Keep sending ASNs so that these PJs keep getting inbounds into your HUBs & RDCs.
Rohit B1G1 Khatri
Bhiwandi HUB

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

'?' Question Mark

It isn't all that difficult to trust someone. Is it??

Scattered thoughts, a coffee mug, those old aspirations, a few more dreams, sleepless Night & that few hours back fight.

Life is beyond obvious.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Running in Crowded Isolation!!

Again It's been running around, as it had been some time back & before that also.

It looks as if Life will pass away while I'll be running to catch up. To catch up with my early morning local, to catch up my office work, to catch up with every possible thing. Looks this running around will never cease. These days despite being ahead of schedule, I rush for the local, coz i should not be taking it easy . I do not remember a task in office which I have done in a relaxed mode. My phone calls, my SMSes all are getting squeezed in their respective dimensions. There's always a feeling of completing & moving ahead. I, Kind of forgot to be in the moment & live it up. To relish while being in it, while staying with it is a thing of past or a complete rarity. While I had been running to catch up, I have forgotten the 'Patience' & have come so far.

Last week, I was in a 9 Coach Borivili Slow (Local train), standing on the door, relishing the cool morning breeze. At Vile Parle, another man came & stood before me. In a moment's time some droplets sprinkled on my face. I tried to neglect but went mad on realizing that the man in front is sweating & wiping it off. These were the sacred droplets of his perspiration. This happened for another time. Now, I was intensely furious and pledged to kill this person, dare he do it again. I was big enough to make him shudder for his entire life.

Just when I had to get down at Jogeshwari, he spilled the holy water again & there I grabbed him from his shoulder, with a grip as hard & as aggressive as any carnivore will do to his prey. And I yelled, 'man, you are literate or yet to complete 5th standard, thodi to akal hogi. Paseena ponche ja rahe ho, peeche udta hai ye. Aa ab main tera paseena saaf kar deta hu'. He died than & there itself. I knew I can bring that fear.

He turned, saw in my eyes & whispered something that I barely heard, 'ye paseena hai kya?'. A semi bald man of some 45+ in Black trousers & a white shirt again wiped his tears. Not that man but I shuddered. All the while I had been running but now I stopped and rushed through my argument with him. The only thought I had was.....this city keeps crying & weeping, and we never realize. We all have turned numb to the loud beats of a Posh Disc, honking mercs, BMWs and beyond.

Cruel, yes this city is Cruel. It might be the most happening city of the country but it is CRUEL, the pace of the city never lets anyone realize whats going around, who's laughing & who's crying. People may still stop to see someone laughing but the one who cries is the one who is left behind & is left alone in a crowded jungle. Nowhere else you feel isolated & crowded all together, coz this city is all about running.

Running. You can not stop if you want to survive. And just coz of that I ran in Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon 2010.....It's all about running!!

rohit, from the diary....

Monday, January 4, 2010


Events...these are full circle, yes a complete circle... So many times it all comes back to you, it takes you to the point where you started. At the end of the month your bank balance comes back to where it was at the beginning. After vacations you have to be back to same office & same desk. Trivial things apart, all you built gets eroded in moment's time & you stand wondering, just 'Y'?? A small word from your mouth destroys your beautifully crafted sentence. Your one wrong conversation destroys whole goodwill you built over months. 'Y' ???

Yes, why?? Why am I across same situation which bothered me so much last week, and last month & last year & whatever......????

Last two weeks have been strangely different full of events, good & bad. Bad is not as bad it used to be (May be it is worst and I am little used to it now). Good comes in small packages. I wish I could control all these. I wish I could stretch good things, I wish I could stay at Kashid Beach for another few days.... I wish I could have stretched a li'l more in Goa. I wish my boss could have acted-reacted in a better chilled out way. I wish I could change their thoughts, I could control my boss's actions. I wish I could control the events around me, I wish could have acted on my dreams....... I wish I could sleep a li'l more. I wish...I wish....I wish...

WTF..... thoughts are li'l blurr..... WHY?? WHY??
I need some clarity....I need more guts... I need all that zeal & passion of a kid, that was within me all this while I grew up. I need that firmness to hold on to my thoughts, my words, my sentences, my dreams irrespective of all the shit people around discuss about.

I want to be like a Bumble Bee, for whom astronomical studies deny her a flight because of her shape & body weight. But Bumble Bee flies & flies long without knowing any science, facts or whatever.........and than She screams loud WTF..... & keeps on flying!!!