December 19, 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge – Community

Here is a nice picture of my People!

Weekly Photo Challenge - Community

My Community!

There can’t be any day better than a day spent with my cousins!!

They are my strength, they are my weakness.
They are my life, they are my happiness.

I may sound little obsessed, but that’s how it is. We meet on every special occasion and we have so many moments to cherish! And still every next time we meet there is some new excitement!

Ah! I wish God will always give us such wonderful moments throughout our lives 🙂

This photo was clicked after we immersed Ganpati Idol in a creek near our home. Every year on Ganpati Festival, we bring Ganpati Idol in our homes and after 2, 5 or 10 days immersed it in water. So it is not just our family here, there are other families too, arrived to say Goodbye to Ganpati Bappa. Bappa is what we call him with love.

So this is how it looks when our entire community get on the floor 😉 for whatever reason it may be!

What does community means to you? Do share!

December 16, 2013

Notebook Vs WordPress – Part 1

I just had a thought that what if I began writing my daily chores in notebook instead of in this blog? And I just got a topic for my post –

Why I should write in a notebook?

  1. I can write anytime I wish to
    All I need to write in a notebook is a book and a pen. So whenever a thought pops up in my mind I can just open my notebook, remove the cap and start writing. It can be anywhere – on the roadside, in the bus, in college during the lecture, in a CCD, anywhere and anytime 🙂
  2. I don’t need to charge anything just a pen in working condition and book with few pages left will do
    The biggest problem I face while using laptop is it is never charged when I need it the most. So using notebook will help me here. I don’t have to stay much prepared. As I said a notebook with some space to pour my thoughts and pen to make that visible is all I need. And just in case there is no pen, I can anytime borrow it from some one around 😛

    Notebook Writing

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November 27, 2013

Thank God for best friends

One bright day, when sun rose up as usual, a small little seed grew into sprout. That pretty green spot on the brown-black grass, shone with all its spirit, spreading happiness around. Surrounded by tall, strong trees and some plants, the sprout began its journey of life.

The trees and plants protected it from wild wind, heavy rains, hot sun rays. The sprout was happy and gay, innocent and safe. It enjoyed the breeze, droplets of water and warmth of sun.

Seasons passed. And sprout was growing into plant. It enjoyed its journey so far. But now it wanted something new. It would raise its head to see something beyond. Sometimes it could, sometimes it couldn’t.

One day, just while peeping around, it found two tiny-winy plants, just like itself, wandering around, holding hand in hand, singing songs of joy, stretching a broad smile on their faces. Their sight made our plant smile, unconsciously. It felt even merry.

Then for a while, our little plant looked at its empty hand. And it felt sad, as no one was holding it. The smile disappeared. ‘I want someone to be with me.’ It thought.

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November 20, 2013

Lose yourself!

I just happened to watch this movie – 8 mile. And here is one of the most awesome song I have heard from the same movie. It is by ‘The Rap God’ Eminem. 🙂
May be you guys already know it. This is just a reminder if that is the case.


Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted. one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s choking how, everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Easy, no
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November 13, 2013

My Mind, Heart And Self

Watching sullenly

Those unforgettable leaves falling

Down the trees, slowly in the wind.


Maybe to say out loud that

I am bothered by your thoughts

And tales, is an act

That needs sheer courage.

But then often I find

My self walking alone down

A snowy path on a winter eve.

And the trees which line up the way,

Bear your memories

In the form of leaves.

As my self walks,

Suddenly out of thin air,

I hear

A voice strange and weird.

It’s my brain.

Crying at the top of its lungs that-

“Romance is a two-way street!”

But even before a wink,

My heart shouts back casually

“But love isn’t! ”

And my self tries to pacify them.


Of course, it never realizes that

To serve both is a paradox.

And of course, it doesn’t succeed.

And so the confusion penetrates

Deep into the pockets of my self

As it walks down the snowy path;

Like a  lean skeleton of…

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November 5, 2013

As I seat here, alone in my cubicle, in my office, I can’t help but think about my life.

I am really worried.

I want all my dreams to come true, to have a bright future, to be rich, to be happy, to have everything that I can have. But I am not sure about a single thing. I think, think and I think. I read on websites, I listen to people speak. But I don’t act. I know everything that I am suppose to do. I have everything, all the necessary resources to aid me, and I have my people to support me. But I don’t act. I just seat in one place, and wonder, if God really has any good plans for me? Is it in my destiny to have all those things that I want? I try to find some reason, why I couldn’t do it till now. And I can really find a lot of them. But now, I don’t have any of them anymore.

I don’t have any destruction, nothing to try cry about, no pains, no tears. I do everything to keep myself happy. And I even feel happy for that moment. I have comparatively easy life. But I don’t work to achieve my dreams. I just sit and wait for things to happen. Which are obviously never going to happen on their own.

All my people have lost faith in me. Well, there are some who think I am going well and I am at least trying a bit. But it is not really that way. I just make it appear like that. To be honest, I myself have lost faith in me. The only thing I am capable to do now is to push the weighing machine needle to reach a longer distance.

But I still lie to myself that I believe I can do it. Because I really want to do it. And there has to be at least one person to trust me. Life has become quite boring. Although I am not missing a single opportunity to make it adventurous. Nothing seems to give me that eternal, long lived happiness. It’s itching. And I have become so used to it. It don’t hurt. It is just leaving some scratches. Which might disappear with time, or with some medication of false appreciation.

I feel like being trapped in a cave. I see a light at distance. I try to reach it, I walk, or rather I drag myself in that direction. I don’t even reach half way and I feel I am tired, I am done. Then I convince myself that may be it is not light. It is just an illusion. Or maybe even after reaching there I might not get out of the cave. There might be just light. And I stop.

It all sounds so depressing. That too in the middle of Diwali, the biggest festival in our country. I am suppose to write a cheerful post about how I spent my Diwali, and here I am with a mournful post. I have really done quite a few things this time that i had never done before. But as I said they make me pleased with myself but the feeling wont stay with me for long. May be I should let it go. I should enjoy the moment. After all staying happy is more important. And just thinking is not going to get me out of the cave anyway. It’s better to light a lamp, at least where I am standing, and spread some light around.

Or may be just lamp is not okay. There has to be something more…

May God give all of us strength to work hard.Diana

October 31, 2013

Wake Up Sid!

It was some 5th time today, that I watched this movie Wake Up Sid! And I am as amazed and gleeful as I was the last time. 🙂

Sid is name of the protagonist and the movie captures a short phase of his life where he actually wakes up in his life! He realizes that he has a life waiting for him to do something!

It’s very short and simple movie. No glamorous heroines, no muscular studs. Just a normal (and cute) college boy and a girl of late twenties wishing to experience her independence. For a quick summary, the guy is like cool dude, son of a rich but hardworking parents wanting him to realise worth of education, money their hard work. While all he does is waste their money through out the time till he finishes his college. And then, there is this girl who comes all over from a different state to Mumbai, to live her dream of being a writer, being independent, doing everything on her own 🙂


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October 8, 2013


The verb, dawdle means to be slow, to walk slow, behave like an idle, to spend time doing nothing or waste time.

So, when your mom tell you to do something you don’t wish to, you dawdle 😛 and later get the scoldings 😀

October 7, 2013

A Message From The Creator

October 2, 2013

English Bites!

Our English teacher, Mr Verma was different though. He destroyed our fragile confidence with pleasure and lowered our self-esteem to levels where we couldn’t even face ourselves in the mirror. Over time and after a lot of effort, we got better. We finally mastered the art of combing our hair without stealing even a glance at the looking glass!


The above is a short excerpt from “English Bites!”, the book just recently got published. It is by an Indian author – Manish Gupta, who has shared his experience while studying English, developing vocabulary. And while reading the book I couldn’t control my meandering thoughts and think of my encounter with the language which probably will go in till my last day on this blue planet!


Either I never had an English teacher like Mr Verma or I was too shameless to take the remarks made by teacher seriously as Mr Manish did. Whatever may be the reason, but I never realized the importance of the language when I was in school. Also, thanks to the fake patriotism lessons, that I received from God knows whom, they imbibed in me the thought that I must speak and care only about my mother tongue (Marathi) and our National language (Hindi)!

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