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Ouch, That indeed hurt but I was more pissed...

Well, I was on my way to catch the bus to Bombay for today's meeting and was talking on phone to one of my Area Managers when all of a sudden I just felt a slight pinch in my thigh and when I just turned my head to look back, saw a menacing looking dog barking on me and trying to jump on me???

I thought that may be he was trying to make me his prey, but then I was already his prey by then. That asshole, tore open my jeans. The very first thought was that if the jeans was not tore open I could have continued my journey and would have got the anti-dotes the next morning in Bombay.

I mean, there are some habits which die hard, and nobody knows this better than me. So why to get angry on this fellow who has this thing much more than habit, its in his DNA.

But that tore jeans, got me hugely pissed off and at that moment I could not feel the pain, only the anguish because of the fact that I will have to get back to my home and return with another pair and that means missing my bus.

I was pi…

Life is a full circle- 2

I started my career from Pune and here I am again after 9 years to work again. Well, I always knew that one day I would return to a small city to work as its one of the stepping stone of your career path wherein you need to have different assignments in different places but never thought that would come to Pune so soon. And while I am writing this while waiting for my lunch to arrive on my cell-phone, my memory roam to those some very tough days when you are absolutely clue-less to much about everything in life and still you have to carry on every single day. It was baptism by fire almost but I loved every single moment of those days. Roaming around all across Pune and outer area on the scooter wearing a tie and seeking those elusive hard-to-come ad for yellow-pages. Those were the days man. . . And I dont think that its gonna be easy again this time but then I will fight with the same spirit in which I did 9 years back. MUSHKIL WAQT, COMMANDO SAK…

The perfect corner-office....

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Since past couple of hours there has bee a tussle going on between my Mom and myself. She comes and closes down the mesh slider of the window and I again opens it up and then she knowing my in-corrigible habits would come and again close it down.

She is fearing that all the nocturnal creatures would come down from hell and would settle down in my room.

The thing is that such an awesome cool breeze is blowing that it seems like heaven in this horrible summer's scheme of things and I dont want to miss them even for the moment.

Also, the view out-side is awesome with a lush green garden and the pool on the far-side(though I cant observe it) but the lush greenery itself is a cool site.

Guess, first time I have got a perfect corner-office.

Life's a full Circle....

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The desk on which I am working as of now was purchased by my Dad in the year 1992 as birthday gift to me.

Its like a normal study-desk and has withstood the test of times, moving along from Jabalpur to Pune and then changed 2 places within Pune itself.

The thing is that this is the desk on which I used to prepare for 10th board exam, my 12th Board exam and here I am sitting on it and working in the role as "State Business Head".

Life's a full circle.

Its been more than 17 years since our relationship began and that first day when I was arranging my stuff on this table in 1992, I never thought that 17 years hence I shall be doing the same thing...

Strange, isnt it??

Life's a full circle....

Love Story.....

We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts:
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.
See you make your way through the crowd
and say hello;

Little did I know
That you were Romeo; you were throwing pebbles,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
And I was crying on the staircase,
begging you, 'Please, don't go.'"

And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"

So I sneak out to the garden to see you.
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew.
So close your eyes; escape this town for a little while.
'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said "Stay away from Juliet,"
But you were everything to me; I was begging you, 'Please, don't…

"The Reason"

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why I need you to hear

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you...

HEY THERE DELIAH......

Hey there Delilah,
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away,
But girl tonight you look so pretty,
Yes you do,
Time Square can’t shine as bright as you,
I swear it’s true.

Hey there Delilah,
Don’t you worry about the distance,
I’m right there if you get lonely,
Give this song another listen,
Close your eyes,
Listen to my voice it’s my disguise,
I’m by your side.

Oh it’s what you do to me,
Oh it’s what you do to me,
Oh it’s what you do to me,
Oh it’s what you do to me,
What you do to me.

Hey there Delilah,
I know times are getting hard,
But just believe me girl some day,
I'll pay the bills with this guitar,
We'll have it good,
We'll have the life we knew we would,
My word is good.

Hey there Delilah,
I’ve got so much left to say,
If every simple song I wrote to you,
Would take your breath away,
I’d write it all,
Even more in love with me you’d fall,
We’d have it all.

Oh it’s what you do to me,
Oh it’s what you do to me,
Oh …

"IRIS"..................

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know w…

The itching has to stop.....

Well, it started long way back and now it seems that it has got to a stage where I cant tolerate it any more. Well, am talking about my plans to start off on my own. So many ideas and so many plans have been bothering me off-late and am not being able to pay attention to them because of my work-schedule and they have been itching me like anything and now it seems that they are not tolerable any more. So there is only one remedy, to put them into action. I have already three avenues working and there is one more which has just striked me. God help me, ie. . . Lets see what is in store but this itching got to be stopped.
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I Wonder......

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I wonder if she’d like me if I stood a little taller.

I wonder if she’d like me if my ears were only smaller.

Or maybe if I brushed my hair and gave her a red rose,
Perhaps if I could come to school in polka-dotted pants.

Perhaps if I would shine my shoes and even wear a tie,
or if I wrestled kangaroos or sang a lullaby.

Or maybe if I built a ship and sailed the seven seas
with nothing but a paper clip and tubs of cottage cheese.

I wonder if she’d like me for the reasons I have listed.
I wonder if she’d like me if she knew that I exisited.