Untolerable Sorrow!

10.30 am. I had to get ready for my wife's funeral. If she would have been present at this moment. 

"Honey how would you like your eggs?" She would have asked from the kitchen. And half awake I would have answered "No eggs today please. Make some pancakes". She would have made it, I knew it and would have paired it up with my favorite black coffee. Such is the beauty of a long lasting relationship.
12.00 noon. Driving feels like a long drag when you have to go such demising event. As more and more I get close to the destination. I quickly smile remembering the pizza joint where we celebrated our 50th anniversary & did a small dance with our friends and owners of the joint. We surely dint understand how time passed and having some fine wine just makes the conversations longer. I saw the joint closed. I knew they must have reached by now n the funeral.
12.30 pm. Seeing the number of people who had attended was really shocking. I dint know she could have touched so many lives, profoundly. After my small speech. Well it was a long speech but my tears made it short. My heart cried louder as more and more people started giving short speeches how she had helped them,how she took care of their children when they were busy. My daughter besides me cried in a hoarse voice. I thought she might have remembered them. I side hugged my daughter because shes the only beautiful lady now in my life to look up to. It took 6 hours for the funeral to end. It was the longest funeral I had ever attended. After hours of everyone's speeches. I personally went up to everyone,hugged them and thanked them for coming. I could see the same intensity of the sorrow in each pair of eyes and unknowingly I wept with them.

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Entrepreneur Me :)

This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.

9.30pm Already?! I quickly concluded my project,wrote notes for tomorrow and packed my bag hurrying to leave. I prayed to God for less traffic. As all my traffic prayers even this was unanswered. After 1 hour of travelling I had my dinner almost at 11. My dear wife was still waiting for me to dine together. My heart ached to see that. Neither she would eat along with the kids nor I would say such thing because of the love. 

I went to see myself in the mirror. "What have I turned into?" I spoke to myself. I don't see my kids almost on weekdays. I don't spend much time with family.My face looks shabby. There are dark circles. I hate that unclean stubble.
My wife called me to sleep. I went back into deep thinking. After staring at myself I just broke. I wept and cried a lot. I couldn't believe I was doing this to my family. I am missing out on Life, my friends,my family. I decided to bring myself together. I started with shaving,the only think I could do to boost my confidence. It was like revealing half of my hidden face. My handsome face. Slowly my grim turned into a smile. I went to my wife. My clean shaven looks had bowled her over and I smiled cheek to cheek making a small decision of leaving my Job and starting up dad's business,again. In this way I'll have more time for what we claim - Life!

It is my turn to tag bloggers and here they are - Pritesh Patil.To the bloggers I mentioned, it is an invitation for you all to frame your post of 200-300 words for the P.A.S.S contest. All the very best for the contest. P.S. - Don't forget to tag me back in your posts :)

My Previous posts for the contest were

Adventerous Date.

Disguised Boyfriend.

Cherishable Christmas

Adventerous Date.

This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.

Ruhi,my beautiful wife had called me unexpectedly to dine out on a Wednesday! I left early from office. I wasn't in my best outfit,my hair was dishevelled, I somehow applied gel to look human. My beard had grown so much that food often stucked in it. My nails were not short or clean. Ah, MESS! I thought of calling her and cancelling the plan but she sounded really enthusiastic and I didn't wanted to be a spoiler.
After meeting,"I've got a good news :)" She said in a composed manner. It immediately striked me about her promotion she was working hard for. I being so impatient refused to take a bite until she tells me. But she being my sweet heart, we finished the dinner and were about to order desserts. Sipping my wine,I snatched the moment and asked her about the good news.
She opened her purse and removed some reports. Smiled and said "We are pregnant". For that moment I just missed a heartbeat,spilled my wine, wiped it not knowing how to exactly react. I got up,hugged her. I couldn't be so much happier in my life. I quickly ordered a cake.
Looking through the candle light on cake I saw her radiant face gleamed. I decided ill blow the candle but I coulnt. We decided we both would. So ruhi blew it from the opposite direction before me and the flame came so close to me that my beard almost caught a tiny spark and that is because of the wine which I had spilled. I immediately poured some water touched the exterior of the cold glass to my burnt beard."I hate that unclean stubble" She said. Sorry is only thing I uttered and we both fed each other the cake.

It is my turn to tag bloggers and here they are - Sourav Pandey,To the bloggers I mentioned, it is an invitation for you all to frame your post of 200-300 words for the P.A.S.S contest. All the very best for the contest. P.S. - Don't forget to tag me back in your posts :)

My Previous posts for the contest were :)

Entrepreneur Me :)

Disguised Boyfriend.

Cherishable Christmas

Disguised Boyfriend.

Jumping in my fab pajamas. I was very excited for the clock to strike 12.Anticipating Taksh would be the 1st one to call as he's always been the 1st one to wish on our anniversaries. It was 12.05 My bestie called and not to be busy,I ended up quick. One hour of blankly staring at phone and still no call. I started reading & fell asleep in no time.

6'o clock- Dragging myself to fetch milk. I saw our milkman wearing some weird hat instead of his normal cap smiling at me, and unusually carrying some other stuff! Weird.Half asleep I gave him an incomplete smile and shut the door and turned off all buttons as he rang the bell again.

7.30! Got ready and was shocked to see 65 misscalls from Taksh. I hurried and called him back."OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" He yelled. Feeling completely clueless. I opened and there he was sitting with a party hat, half melted cake and my gift. He came in bought a bottle of milk (replaced), and asked Do I really look that bad-like your milk man?

I sat besides him,cuddled him and led my fingers get lost in his beard. Wondering is it the same handsome Taksh, I used to date who has turned in such an ape.But the epic romantic gesture! He had took the flight for me. Just Me. I pointed him towards the bathroom. He gave me a look, smiled and said- Brb. Pecked me on cheek and went. I prepared his fav.breakfast.The door knob clicks. I get a hug from back. Our chins rub.I smiled thinking how his clean shaven look has bowled me over again and hugged back "Ah! My old taksh" I whispered.

My Previous posts for the contest are :)

Adventerous Date.
Cherishable Christmas

Entrepreneur Me

This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
This is my first post for the P.A.S.S. contest and I was tagged by Anmol Rawat in his post here.

It is my turn to tag bloggers and here they are - Anmol Rawat, Vaisakhi, Anita. To all the bloggers I mentioned, it is an invitation for you all to frame your post of 200-300 words for the P.A.S.S contest. All the very best for the contest. P.S. - Don't forget to tag me back in your posts

The Serene Pot

Doesn't this pot look serene?
Just like Buddha. So still with eyes closed and a sense of tranquility lingering over on the content peaceful look. Blissful,isnt it? As if it doesn't cares about anything materialistic! Roaming in its own lands free from all negativity and stuffed with positivism. Having a deep composed calmness within oozing out over. Just smiling. 

The flowers in it look just perfectly as a crown embellished with tiny glittery stuff. Going on with the whole peaceful look of the pot.

How can I not make any philosophical thought on this? :P 
So here it goes. Lets just be tranquil deep inside. Let there be calmness wholly. Whatever your thoughts are (flowers) they become your crown. So choose them wisely and embrace it. Shine with it. :)

Book Review - The White Tiger

A Total Movie Material!

The book is about a single character named Balram Halwai who starts off as a tea seller at a very tender age,then as a driver as he grows up and then as an entrepreneur in the end. This whole journey is intriguing to read.

There are details and then there are kind of details mentioned by Aravind. Each and every detail is mentioned with perfection helping us to visualize the scene exactly. The plot,characters and theme portrays true Indian culture, its mentality and our mindset. The story doesn't has a pace of a crazy roller coaster but that of a car accelerating to the mountain top. It surprises us in between with crazy turns. ;)

Not to forget there are some beautiful metaphors used in the book and philosophy of the Roster Coop which is an explanation of how Indians are! Well if you're really curious now to know what it is. Ill tell you in short as a small story.

People from all across the world were asked to bring a animal with them. Some bought birds in a cage. Some bought fishes in a pot. Some bought dogs tied to their hands with the rope but the Indian fellow had bought a jar full of cockroaches. Someone asked why have you not put a cover to the jar,wont they scatter? The Indian laughed and asked the men to carefully observe him. He picked up a cockroach and placed it a little near to the narrow opening of the jar. The cockroach was trying to escape from there then but some cockroaches from beneath went up near him and tried to touch him,some flew and harassed him. The cockroach eventually gave up and took a fall in the jar.
True ain't it?

The White Tiger is surely a Worth Read but I was disappointed as I had expected more since it is a Pulitzer Winner! 
I would rate it as 7/10 :)
To end it I am adding a quote which caught me. I pictured it with the Textgram app.

Content or To be Content?

We come through so many contradictions in Life. No,not cold coffee. I am talking about our daily life's philosophies.
When we are brought up with philosophies like- Be happy with what you have. Dont be greedy. Only think what you can afford and so on.
I ask Why?? Why not to think beyond? Why to be satisfied?? Why to stay content with what you have?? Why to not aim for more??
Just because you cannot afford giving it so much time or money but come to think on it again; If that is what you really wanted then isn't it worth?
Wouldnt the end result be so rewarding when you acheive it?!
Lets not be in a shell like a turtle. Lets come out of it and see the bright world around us.
I am not very old not even too young. I have lived the mediocre life and so have you & we both really want to get out of it! I know the feeling,bro.
So Lets JUST chase our dreams. Lets plan it in such a way that maybe not now, but in future you will be able to acheive them.

"Get up and set your shoulder to the wheel!
How long is this life for you?
As you have come into existence,
Leave some mark behind otherwise what is the difference between you, the stones and grass.
They too come, exist and decay."
-Swami Vivekanda.
Hope this inspirational and my favorite quote helps you.
If not, Ask yourself this!

Ask yourself