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  Walk the streets, alone or with somebody, Soak into the view, Indulge in the architecture, Cherish the stories of the place. Let yourself involve and evolve. Let the winds breeze through your soul, and the playfulness take your core. Put words to emotions, and fill the stories of your book. Set yourself free. Let the dreams turn into ideas, and put the ideas into actions. Let there be an introspection Of inspirations and aspirations. Shun the guards of comfort. Get away from the clutches Of the mundane existences. Set yourself on an exciting journey, Which doesn't have a place for any inhibitions. Let exploring high and low tire you. Stop trying to prove your superiority, Start trying to be a bit more considerate. Stop trying to judge one another. Sing, dance, love or laugh if you must, But, being respectful has never hurt. Embrace the imperfections. Look out, look around, Search for the...

Yet another night ride to the lake. Somehow, I love going to this place. It reminds me of that little lake near my home. The two scenarios of the lakeside are completely opposite; the one back home was at its colorful best and this one is just too mute, yet both of them strike the chord. This visit was startlingly different. Damn! Forgot to bring the camera, again! A little moist climate due to the little showers in the afternoon, gentle breeze and the waves like the silent sea had their day. And alas, no thoughts troubling the mind! Not a single word to think of. I just sat their chatting with my friends and enjoying the breeze. No other things even bothered to touch me. I closed my eyes couple of times, absolute silence! I was able to concentrate. I was not forced to open the eyes by the clamoring thoughts. And the best part, suddenly the awkward silences just vanished. Yes, they found their peace. The unknown and the invisible barriers were broken quite magically. J...

A silent night. She sat there all alone. It was so dark that she couldn't even see the clear reflection of her vociferous self. The only sound she could hear was of the occasional flights and small little boats. She was just staring at those small consecutive ripples, lost in her thought, fighting all the wordless wars deep inside. She even overlooked those beautiful stars playing mischievously with the clouds which assured that there will be rainy days ahead. But, did she care about those rains? Did she care about those tiny fishes, circling around the wooden platform on which she sat, who knew they will be caught in the net when it will be pulled up and they might not escape, that it might be their last night together? Did she care that the lake had a lighting silhouette, an amazingly beautiful and serene view? No, she did not. She was just engrossed in her own thoughts so much so that even if she have had a company she would have felt lost. How much she wish...

I have always been impressed by the way any place enforces itself to connect with the self. Be it by the way of its planning, its aura or any other little minute things. One way or the other the city tries to interact with its people. Like a continuous narrator she keeps on telling her story again and again. She is more than eager to let us witness her story, make us understand her significance, her stand and her longings. She just needs a faithful disciple. I don't know about others, but I have always felt like each and every city has a different take. Be it Mumbai, Goa, Nagpur or for that matter Arlington or New York! Some of these places have compelled me to fall in love with them. As in head over heels. I will be more than eager to visit them again and again. It is some weird connection that I have with them. If I get a positive energy from some, I do get a negative vibe from some! You will say it is a matter of choice or just a matter of acceptance. But, trust me,...

Two years ago I witnessed a beautiful story of an era with my family. That story made us weave our certain story, a story of a family, a story where the relationships were made and the bonds were strengthen. When we decide to go down that memory lane, mere mention of it is enough to put up a wide smile and  unknowingly we visit a place which is comfortable and pleasant enough to keep us going.   This is our sojourn through passe’ sand dunes and coastline, an assembled photo collection from my, cousins and uncles camera. I wish I had clear frames of images sans’ the tourists! The more I waited to have a clear picture, the more tourists used to pour in! Well the moment we hear the word, Rajasthan, the desert, sand dunes, puppets, their typical folk dances, palaces and forts cross our minds, and guess what, Rajasthan offers the same. A perfect place to be in perfect winters. A regular feature of the monuments - pigeons and camels. You simply can’t miss them. A pl...

2010 सालच्या जून महिन्यात आम्ही मित्रांना ऐन पावसाळ्यात कोकणात जाण्याचा बेत आखला होता. जेवढी मजा तो प्लान करण्यात आली होती अगदी तेवढीच किंबहुना त्यापेक्षा जास्त मजा तिथे आली. सुंदर आठवणी मोहक अनुभव असलेली हया सहलीची  एखादी  आठवण  चेहऱ्यावर  एक हलकसं स्मित आणल्याशिवाय राहत नाही. हे आहेत या सहलीचे काही टिपलेले क्षण. जबरदस्त : आम्ही सगळे उत्साहात शेगावकडे निघालो. अंगात मस्तीचं भूत होतच. मग बसमधे गाणे लावून नाचणं काय, कविता आणि गाणी एकणं काय सगळी धम्माल सुरू होती. मग आम्ही दम श राज खेळायला लागलो. मला ‘जबरदस्त’ ची आक्टिंग करायची होती. तर मग मी आधी दस ची आक्टिंग केली, मग स ला अर्ध कापायला सांगितलं, मग त करता तलवार ची आक्टिंग  मग आता स्त सांगायला अर्धा स आणि त जोडायला सांगितला. आणि आता आली खरी मजा, माझी टाळी जरा जास्तच जोरात वाजली, पण काही हरकत नव्हतं, राधिकानी बरोबर ओळखल. तर तेव्हापासून ‘जबरदस्त’ आमच्या फिरा रे मधे अती फेमस झालं आणि बाकीच्या स्लोगन्स सोबत घेतला जाउ लागला आणि विथ माय आक्षन. आक्च्युयली...