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my fattee buddies-Part 7

2 Mar

i take a vow on this massive internet space that the weddings mentioned below, will be the last 2 that i will be attending. my other friends needn’t feel offended cos in all probability, you my dear, are already married! people call it the wedding season, in my case, it feels like a damn decade of only clapping and weeping at weddings!! such overdose will ensure extreme boredom at my own, thats for sure!

but this march is special. cos 2 of my besties will enter wedlock with their respective gorgeous lovers.
let’s take them one at a time.

aditi & srini. they also know each other. for which i take full credit.

aditi & srini. they also know each other. for which i take full credit.

Aditi mokashi, loving called adito by me, is my 2nd oldest real friend. we date back to the time of the dinosaurs. actually, earlier. around the time when Hritik jumped into the movie business. i say this, cos adito & i shared stage space in our maiden bollywood  performance on “ek pal ka jeena” from the legendary kaho na pyaar hai. it shames me today, but to our credit, we aped every step real hard.:) there was chamki throwing for effect, as we entered stage.so much for misplaced innocence. truth be told, we were vying for attention from atleast one of the 10th std guys who we were farewelling, even if it was their very last day in school.

Must tell u, that adito’s family has a unique trait of being the epicentre of situational comedy. and when she laughs, her whole shareer laughs not sparing her little toe. it’s nearly as if a child is trapped in the body of a grown up. Speaking of grown up’s a little birdie told me and some of u who hv received the wedding invite, that a hawa ka thanda jhoka (a.k.a samir) has managed to sweep our lady off her feet. he has little idea how lucky he is:).

In the recent past, adito has ran many a marathons & has taken to fitness very seriously, barring the occasional indulgence (background score: manushya ke sponge samaan phepde…..itna tar, aapko bimaar…bahut beemaar, karne ke liye.. kafi hai. LOL. fully faltu ad.) Sources say, even when Samir went on his knee, Adito was spotted with her running shoes! Aptly so. Zero pun. Only prem ❤

Dearest adito, with all the meditating power vested in me, i pray that samir and u travel every square inch of this planet together and laugh into the sunset. and if, by the time of ur 75th anniversary, the smart ones discover life on another planet; may u travel there too, hand in hand.

Bestie no.2 also happens to be my bro, Sriniiii!!

He’s only the 2nd person i have tied rakhi to after Indradweep from 5th std who was rakhified cos he had the most epic handwriting & the fountain pen never blotted on his fingers. ouch, drift. ya, so when i met srini, i had this overpowering feeling of wanting to be protected by him. so he was the – right choice baby, for a macho brother from a different mother, yo!:) but how did we meet? brace urself …(karan johar accent)… We 1st met on Orkut!!! Truly embarrassing for Mark Zukerberg. 1-nil, fellow!

I once managed to convince srini that i had a giraffe for a pet. but don’t u do the mistake of judging his IQ based on this, cos u do know that intelligence is measured by the no. of folds in the brain right? (I do take uber facts very seriously on twitter :))
so here’s the formula:
Srini’s brain folds = (Einstein -1) brain folds = Summation of brain folds of all my family members (FYI- my dad has 7 siblings)
Point being, srini knows everything about everything which fundamentally ensures that, around him, u feel like a twerp/retard or both. his drop dead looks, over the top wit, smouldering sense of humour, velvety people skills also further the cause. perhaps thats why his cells multiplied overtime in hope that the world gets 2 srinis’. but it doesn’t work that way you pathetic blobs of protoplasm! the world will have to make do with just one awesome srini:)

His achievements include swimming with sharks and studying in Cambridge University where he actually visited the cafe where Sonia served as waitress (per chai wale ki chai ka majja videshi cafe me kahaan! vote for NaMo!!) Ooops, continental drift.
I am of the belief that a person who hasn’t done AOL, hasn’t meditated; has not really experienced true joy. but i see an exception to this rule in Srini’s wife-to-be, Mitali. She’s such a fountain of joy & its nearly jarringly apparent, how much of a pure soul she is! her eyes often reduce to a line beautifully decorated with kohl, cos she is perennially in a state of wonder, giggling away. I am already amazed at the magical genes their kids will be endowed with.

The warmest hug, a slurpy kiss & all my love to both the couples!

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF VENKAT-part III

11 Jan

What did guruji do?
The very second we took the mike to sing, guruji took his mike to talk!! HELL. FREEZE. STORY OVER. WISH, CRUSHED!
We can’t even blame anyone now! But guess what!!!!! The very second after that, he saw us with the mike and adorning that ‘all-knowing’ smile, he indicated us to sing, pushing away his mike and gently closing his eyes to meditate. Wow. The moment felt too perfect to be true! Srivi and I mentally broke into a dance and sang the song, albeit pretty beautifully. Oh my god, we were so happy to sing for Him!! From a distance, Bhanumaa waved and smiled acknowledgingly. Utterly elated we were!;)

Satsang’s with guruji always end with, “People with birthdays come forward…” and I plunged happily towards my guru. In a flash, like a flash, abhiram appeared magically producing a gorgeous strawberry cake and frizbeed it into my hands. guruji garlanded me and blessed the cake. the cake then magically vanished as magically as it had appeared.;)

My venkat day spree was summing up glamorously! Further, at 10pm, i even got to walk few meters with guruji and ask him if he enjoyed the now famous dahi wada. Guruji said, ” I ate little bit, but the garnishing was very good”. Man, I dissolved in ecstasy. By the end of it all, I felt so loved and content that I totally forgot to be miserable over turning older.


However, it doesn’t pinch so bad when friends (read Eby Felix) write such poetry for you..
I humbly present to you one among my precious birthday gifts’ this year.

“happy birthday”

” to your eyes, intimidating
otherwise telling a story
of innocence jaded
with pastel colors…”

” to your existence, powerful
otherwise with a simple taste
of exquisite flavor
from food to meditation”

” to your laugh, overpowering
otherwise making sounds
of nocturnal seas
that reach your soul within”

” to your love, exclusive
otherwise like all good things
free…for them who find meaning
in those subtleties, like me”

What is the moral of the story?
Hell, I AM 25!!

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF VENKAT-part II

10 Jan

Did guruji eat the dahi wadas’?
Well, that I will save for little later. 3 more lots of dahi wadas was made for local consumption from noon to dusk cos apparently they tasted like ambrosia in semi solid state. I served it to the who’s who of the ashram namely, Swami Vishnupaadji (he granted me a wish for my birthday;)), young and very dashing Swami Gyantej who shared his interesting life story in return, Vinod Menon (*take a bow*) who gave me 7.5/10 for my creation ( now that score from him is like getting into IIT without evening writing IITJEE;)) and needless to say, BnD who mean the world to me & most of the rest of the world.;) The wada’s had been lucky to enter the oesophaguses of such higher (im)mortals.

Satsang time of day was nearing. Srivi (one of my crazy beautiful room mates’) and I had decided to sing a devi bhajan ‘Vishalakshi devi, ananda roopini’, cos 7th jan also happens to be guruji’s mum -vishalakshi amma’s birthday. Yes, I am one lucky thing. No, I am not all that whiney.;)

Coming back, Srivi and my decision to sing did not mean anything to the VVIP singers who have been singing to guruji in satsangs for gazillion years and continue to itch for the mike as if they suffer from acute chicken pox. So when guruji walked into the Vishalakshi Mandap and sat, one among the VVIP chicken poxed women, converted her bhajan into a medley long enough to feel married to the mike. But the two of us managed to procure the mike the very moment she fell silent. What guruji did after that nearly killed us both from within.

What did guruji do?
Your turn to ‘itch’ with impatience;) until tomorrow;) You could read the other posts in the meanwhile;)

kaay tumche paay, om namah shivay!!

12 Oct

how can i not write about god.no 2 after writing about god no.1 in such detail. please refer earlier post if the bulb hasn’t lit up yet. if u have taken an art of living course, then u must wonder how deceited i am, cos guruji shud ideally fit in no.1 position. honeys, guruji makes gods for a profession. clear? can i continue? i take the silence for a yes;)

god no.2.

if u have ever seen the waves in the ocean, then u have seen dinesh bhaiya; this is wat most yesplussed souls know him to be. but some lucky ones like me know of the multiple personality syndrome he is bestowed with. to put it loosly, that of a bhramin and that of a maratha.

lets deal wit the bhraminical inntonations of his wise existence:
the unfathomable blob of satva that dada is, the moment he glides into an advance course, thousands of hyper youth break into a frenzy. (ur nodding right.?cos u are one of them. he haw haw.) many drool even. i swear! it’s very clear, that he owns the world with great ease, when he walks that walk and talks that talk.
a shloka or two in sanskrit, and a whole bunch of urban youth melt as if amul butter on hot paratha.
a few yoga postures, and madonna can plead for forgiveness in some court.
that one look directly into your eyes among so many, and u know for sure, all the troubles u had housed for years are now homeless.

now for the kshatriya section of his vice exsistance:
as i get stupified ‘punah punah’ while observing all of the above, i know of the packet of rajas which explodes in vishwamitra territories- wild tickleing, biting if need be (male bonding they say!), violent display of football skills, rigorous workout, desperately sad marathi jokes (this post’s title is not any sentence, its dada’s joke), and then few sadder attempts in english, extensive cheating, cos dinesh dada’s aura doesnt permit losing, unless it is to bawa, even then actually, and heavy consumption of junk food;) the SECRET IS OUTTTT.

but then to embrace the ram and ravan within us is the art of living, isn’t it? atleast mani rathnam agrees.

top secret

14 Feb

i have contemplated posting this poem from the very inception of this blog. because i consider what i am about to post, supersonically personal.
the relationship between me and my guru.
after pondering forever, and waging a cold war with my intellect, i decided today to make this poem public. by doing thus, if it stirs an ounce of curiosity even in one soul about experiencing what one calls ‘a guru’ , then my purpose of putting the poem up here will be served.
it is said that u don’t choose a guru, the guru chooses u. well then, in that case, my guru has good choice;) haha
so to my valentine of lifetimes, my dear guruji, this one’s for u! pls use ur siddhis and read it;) and use some more siddhis to comment!

MY GURU

I surrender
Each day. Each week. Each month. Each year.
Every moment.
Your presence gives direction.
The knowledge that I am.
Part of whole,
whole myself.

The enticing world beckons me,
I do not yield.
Knowing that the presence is stronger.
Is the Truth.

Unabated enthusiasm.
Untouchable love.
I slowly resemble you,
My Guru..

My questions turn into wonder.
My doubts into thin air.
So You said.

I learn the joy of service
Sowing the seed
That You once sowed in me.
Do You yearn for me?
Do Your eyes wet when I tear?
Do you ache in my pain?
I wonder?
I know.
Thank you for the womb You’ve built around me.
Thank you for me.

Shedding my outer layers,
Being one wit You,
Overcome by tears of the Self,
Every cell craves for You.
That’s my prayer..

I bless You, in doing thus;
I bless mine own Self.

Parting is painful

31 Mar

today is my last nite at MICA… the 7 month sabbatical from the speedy life i lead back home. wat i will miss most among many things is the MICAN greenery and the lake in the nearby village where i wud often spot peacocks coming to quench their thirst and buffalos who wud come in for a swim. these are sites that one possibly cant find even in the borivali national park back in busy bombay.. or shud i say mad mad mumbai!!

i had all the time in the world to spend wit myself… catching up on movies, music, meditation.. just doing nearly nothing definitely felt beautiful! nites went onto become days and when the sun came up.. we came out of our precious Imac lab and absorbed the morning rays. after this we all died in our beds until dusk!.. funny.. we lived like U.S citizens. all of us were pretty much zoned out, dint know which day of the week it was, absolutely high on life. no questions. no answers. 100% living.

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The pic is that of our convocation. My first and last i am guessing… see how chic we look!! My course in MICA was made extra spcl simply becos of my 23 fellow mates.. we had a louly emo party today for which my roomie and i wrote few lines for each one of them! I am gona put it down here, though its rather private…but those of u who read my blog are private to me too ;)!!

wel

LOU U GUYS SO MUCH!!

AND THANKS A MILLION!!

pyar, ishq aur mohabbat

24 Feb

while i was getting myself a bachelor’s degree, i made sure i was busy doing everything except romancing my fat engineering books. luckily on the first few days of a 4yr college life, my eyes fell upon a guy who made me go week in my knees. when i mentioned it to a few pals, they equalled him to a lot of ugly things.. including vomit.  but i cudnt stop blushing when i thot of him. i wud tolerate a horrible ST bus ride of an hour with a big smile, all excited only to catch one glimpse of him in the treacherous day of college. i even brain washed those mean pals to think that he’s a dude of substance.. and thus we started a club in his name. a virtual club. we sent him reallyy funny rose cards on rose days and sneaked into his class to check his reaction. bascially did a whole lot of horribly, atrociously silly things to catch his eye. those amazing deep eyes…

i remember dedicating my daily meditation practice ka energy to him when he was very sick  in hospital.. i went to visit him at the hospi which was the very first time i every really spoke to him.. believe me my legs were shaking all the while. and i remember so well that i spoke utter shit when i got my chance. for those who knw me, knw that i can make interesting convo wit brad pitt also wit ease.. but this dude was so much more..

so one day i gathered the guts to take his only note book for some work.. hehe .. this is really funny guys..(promise u wont laugh!!)…i took the note book, n last page mein i wrote him a poem.. my 1st ever poem.. man!!! i thot this happend only in the movies.. wrong!

it was perhaps the cheeziest things i hv ever done when hit by cupid real bad! next day i waited anxiously for him to talk to me.. well.. he dint really.. but hes the one who inspired me to write.. i dint even know until then that i cud write decent poetry,, and today its a different story.. u cud check the poetry section on my blog to understand wat i am talking of ( so much for humility:))

so coming back to this heart of mine;  he never gave me even one milligram of bhaav; but i later realised that my love was utterly unconditional.. fully amazing it feels even today to have loved someone so innocently expecting nothing at all.. not even an occasional ‘hi’. infact i used to get an adrenalin rush even when he walked through me,, which he often did! weird eh?

in the past few minutes, i feel i hv lived those 3-4yrs of romance! thanx blog!

thanx boy. ur a permanent in my heart!

here is the poem on his note book;

you are burning.. let go
catastropic, metamorphic, caustrophobic,
get a cusion, get a life.
slump it all, rise
end the drama, behold
act this scene, play this play
I’ll get you a cusion, please get a life.
you are famished, fill the void
crack the nut, create noise
stuck in the head, you’ve left no choice,
let go , let go.
gimme a cushion, I’ll get me a life!
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