Dodiya Dinesh !!

Kabhie Mehek ki Tarah hum Gulon se Udte Hain Kabhie Dhuen (Smoke) Ki Tarah Parvaton se Udte Hain Yeh Kaichiyaan (scissors) hume udne se kya khaak rokegi,  Kyun ki Paron se nahi Hum Hoslon Se udte Hain. This blog is dedicated to the Z generation guys and would be more revolving around my Threesome Awesome brother and sisters, who are called for identity as AISHU, RAMA and PRIYA. Am amazed with the confidence & attitude these guys carry, no matter what situation are they in they display a great sense of maturity at their level of age, which for sure I never carried. These guys are pampered as kids(in the older generation language, these kids are spoilt by New generation Parents) who avoid physical punishment and prefer counselling very often, in my generation, I only remember getting slapped by dad, and end of the story no more discussions. And when these kids grow up, we often hear from the parents discussing with others whether these guys would be succ...

A cute exciting adventure  before Vivah : Couple Name – Aarav and Aaradhya. Sunday midnight 2:30 AM, Aarav was smiling by looking in Laptop Old Pics at hall, with the kind of bonding I had with Aarav, I asked him, Me :     "Kya Baat hai Aarav, Yeh Kis cheez ki muskurahat " Aarav – Kuch Purani Yaadein Taazi kar raha hoon Me : Ohh hoo, kya baat hain, hume bhi sunao ( rest of story in Aarav's point of view, dated 8 years back) This was exactly 1 weeks before my date of marriage, Aaradhya had to come to Mumbai to submit her project and take a return Kingfisher flight to Hyderabad next morning @ 06:30, pack her luggage, board her train evening from Hyderabad to Nagpur, change the train to join her parents to go to Jaipur for the marriage. I used to stay as Paying Guest, and since it was known to everyone that Aaru (aaradhya) is coming to Mumbai officially ( those who are married will understand officially and unofficially) I could not accommodate her at my place, s...

Mehfil mein hazaro ke beech gazal suna ke aakele reh gaya mein hum Who Kaise ?? Dastaan apni mehbook ki khoobsurati ki sunane gaye Yeh sunkar Sab apne apne mehboob ki khayalo mein kho gaye Its been very long that I wrote shayri, the one above is dedicated to all my friends who had a crush in their respective lives, but it was crushed for so many reasons, I too had a crush during my UKG days on my madam but her daughter too was studying in my class, so I dropped…. (You might be wondering, why all the above stuff now – please find the answers below ) The above thought was going in my mind when I was looking at an aquarium in a corporate hospital in Bangalore thinking some thing else, when I was unwell and was waiting for my turn for the doctor to diagnose me ( it often happens that we look at some thing but we think some thing else, the human Pshyce is sometimes mysterious, our senses often conflict with each other, saala dimag ek kehta hai aur dil ek, don’t get confu...

This is the only blog which I delayed to complete to ensure I can exactly put down my thoughts, the thoughts which has been battling between my mind and heart from past 3 years, where my mind is continuously defeating heart, and my heart is still fighting knowingly that it would loose. I would call myself as a coward for not able to do any thing, I know you have so many questions what happened, what’s battling in and what is that I cant win over. Read it completely to understand it ( only my family members can understand this) Couple of weeks back, I had to visit Rajajinagar to meet my Maternal Uncle who came in a Baarath (Hindi word) to attend his friends marriage from Warangal to Bangalore. To meet him I took  Bus Services to travel and its only after buying ticket I realized that my mobile is not charged and I wont be able to use it for this long journey. Seeing so many people in bus using mobiles, I felt isolated, handicapped and settled down on the seat. To kill time, I ...

Arthi and Bhavana (This is for you dear) Readers : A spectacular moment which had sent shivering to my spine when I saw a pic in whatsap family group channel. The Kiddos or the young woman, by the name of Arthi and Bhavana, fondly called as Pari and Princess in their respective homes, whom I remember, rolled in rugs when they were infants walked into Dodiyas Homes and made it more special(  by looking at these kids  I   used to ask GOD why these kids palms are closed, you will find the answer at the end of the blog)  . I remember there was an Kodak camera,always available to only capture their first wobbly steps across the living room, spreading joy happiness and a candid captured moment for us , leaving a footprint on the sands of time. Time passed and things too changed, these cute infants transformed themselves into Barbie dolls with cute and innocent questions, one such question asked by one of these was when “ YS Raj Shekar Reddys chop...