My Gajhini...

I wounder why i loved Gajhini so much. I am no fan of real action movies,they make me feel more weaker. after all i am not superhero anyway. Yes, i am amir fan, i wanted to see his dedication to be in shape for the movie. I like him for what he is , i guess he is what he wants to be. Not many people are like him. Coming back to the movie Gajhini , i hated him(The char...) ...i am sure everybody did in the multiplex. Asin(I don't remember her screen name) was killed by him for doing something i always wanted to do, but i didn't. I always fear some Gajhinis around. I don't want to get in trouble. She did, I was happy for her , she was my hero...thats why i hated Gajhini , who killed my hero. One of the favourite scene of the movie is possible the most simplest one, where Asin gives that money to Amir, hmmmmm....do i sound sentimental fool, may be ...but i liked what happened after that. I liked Amir reaction, I liked his response...its like..how can someone do something so great like this. How many times i reacted in that way when my mom, dad , gf, wife did the same for me .....i took them for granted. I though they were there to give...give ...and keep giving. I didn't get astonished when my dad gave my Engineering fee and delayed purchasing his car...amir(sanjay saxsena...i now remembered his name)got ...it taught me respect all that i have got , irrespective of who gave... paraye ya Aapne...yes i remember Gajhini, for all those moments.

Becoming Young…

Three weeks after I walked from my old Company…I haven’t quite been able to walk out. Turning from a mentor to a mentee, a boss to a team member, a student from a teacher has been a hell of transition, guess what, it is just the beginning…
I feel like a star of Ranji player who comes to a play at national arena. In the quest of making a mark to at new place, I am quite in search of old symbols that can help me establish, make a ground or simply give me a hand. The only thing known to me here is the laptop I have, dell latitude D630. With all my love, whenever I use the laptop I feel blessed; my finger knows the keypads, the only friends for time being.
Sometime I argue myself, what it takes to leave the most comfortable seat and start chasing your next dream, like after scoring a century , why someone would think of another 100. I guess I am like a crow who finds a piece of food keeps it and goes up searching from another.
Its Friday today and i am waiting endlessly for the clock to pass 6:00 as Tejas (my kid) waits for my arrival , I know Mondays will keep coming reminding me that journey of life never ends… “kuyki picture abhi baki hai mere dost”
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