Not the easy way........Idly Orchid and Will Power..

A great book by a great man about what the meaning of life has been for him .
The candid details he gives that ultimately went before he realised his most ambitious goal of building a five star hotel -wont be any justice.
By the name it doesnt sounds like a book to pick on saturday night. But trust me - its the nicest choice to make if you really could somehow pick it. When I sat down reading it I wasnt even sure to finish 30 pages , which generally I dont, for any book of business flabbergastings and preachings.....but here it was a story  , a story of self taught and ever dedicated lifelong scholar and entrepreneur for whom existence meant implementing one idea after another -facing all the uncertainities and troubles with most innovative ideas ever.
When I started the book I dint knew of any Vishal Kamat before but after finishing it "Orchid" is not just another 5 star hotel to me ..its alive life full
and I would love to go there and see for myself -the masterpiece of one life's full dedication and devotion. It somehow inspires you again for
searching your meaning of life and  carrying with the big dreams that hold your convictions at various stages - with reason and means - no matter how hard or insurmountable it may seem at first.How the good act repays, how not letting evil words and smile spare a moment of your purpose and definitely
the action pays off- good or bad, sooner or later.......u just need to be creative enough -rest all-where you started from, what you inherited- doesn't matter !!
in front of ur will power and humanity and kindness....I could see glimpse of my parents and there faith and trust at many places; as I turned pages
of Kamat's life story .Strange I am too grateful to them for inculcating the culture they have and only they could ever instill.

Its not always the easy and risk-less way or luck's best turn of events that will lead you there, at your envisioned best-but it definitely will need ur undetered
 and unconsumed /unbridled love and work......When he states his GF was the profession- you know what importance it held for him, the meaning and purpose of life.Ofcourse the best part is that there's not just one pinnacle to reach and conquer hosting ur flag at top and sipping coffee in luxury for the rest of your life , Its a triangle -as an idea is born , is processed and is finished ; only to lead to a bigger triangle and bigger again.12 languages, 50 hotels at international level - 3 to 4 to 5 star - south Indian to customised dishes as per country ; innovative ideas at the spurt of the moment - all just keep u engrossed till u feel oh can I meet this man-he simply is the guru - u can put your faith in.Well spent evening I must say...cant wait for the morning to dawn and start working on what I am upto -which I can put for generations to get inspiration from......... when u'll crave to get sleepless nights as you go about implementing your big ideas and time looses any other meaning then working to that end.Why thats so fanciful I donno-maybe its a sign of well spent life-may that bug eats everyone who ever aspired to make such gigantic efforts to see what his limitlessness were for his expression of beauty of life.

Celebration it was......!!

it was a celebration.......
celebration of human spirit
no matter what the context was
somebody someday -is the winner
winning everybody's heart
then its just pure joy
as if the world got to listen
n get enveloped in the charm

Lend me the charm.....!!

give me few roses - oh passing wind......
lend me ur frangrance, the ambience of the night
wats that charm u carry
mesmerised am I in its glory
ah.......king size life is not just palaces
it not just expensive things to buy
its in the walk of the Maiden, walking with her head held high
its in the charming mannerisms
its in the glow of the eyes , the beautiful eyes
wrap me along , in the infinite charm
of trust, of love , of hope , of joy
take me to the land of creative illusions
to the sail of the infinite dimension
the pure abundance of ur inner joy
n long n heart tete-a-tete with soul
of the stoid presence of trust, of confidence
to that land beyond doubts, beyond lowlessness
beyond the loops of shattering hopes
I wish thee nothing just that eternal self
n the abundance of the perfect being

If only -the world could run by my windowside...!!

why is world not run by my window
I have so many suggestions to give
each day - I see loads that needs transformation
yet I am so lethargic - to get up n go to suggest
N I feel kash it would have been just a click
to suggest , to contribute, to implement , to undo
how very wonderful it would have been
if only the world could run by my window side
n I'll keep it -most perfect , adorable
uptodate n almost as a fantasy land
If the world to be run by me
I'll ensure - its beautiful n free
that makes me think
isnt it right now??
ya in many respects
but theirs so many blotches ugly lying here n there
ruining the elegance n serenity now n then
does it imparts diversity, like a taste of wine to amateur
well well - maybe , maybe not .....
but its all too ugly - maybe we miss the point
of the perfect world .........
yet I wish I could experiment to better it
n if only - could run it by my windowside .....!!!

A RANDOM SCRIBBLE........ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

A RANDOM SCRIBBLE........
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Nothing's more stylish than the plates of a girl's hair
A lock it takes, to feel the eternal beauty of the face
A strand that fell unattended and is swept in a perfect gest.....

Love the zillion ways a plate could be made-
natural , intentional doesn't matter -
its just the infinitely varied ways.........
Nothing's more stylish than the plates of a girl's hair


a casual  clutch to hold them at back while at work
little clinging braids of cute little girls
fringe or beehive's , bob or bun
style they make, impression they create
Hairs- left open for impressive fashion
or in haste or in lazy afternoon over terrace.....
shaping the personality as they are shaped

curly or long n straight , French or waves
spikes or pony tail .............
hair is all it takes , to mark the occasion
The plethora of ways , that they are held
n the immense difference that they lend...........

Probability as I stumbled across it..!!

Probability has been one of my favourite subjects in maths. I still cant help but appreciate n nod my head vigorously when I figure out some probability , the moment its cited , that how it came.

Yet today during one such reference I remembered the funny manner I stumbled upon Probability at first.
It was in the summer of holidays after 10th standard that I learnt the notion of probability from some "Maths for you" types magazine lying in my home. I loved the notion -dint read it to understand but just read it once and knew the basic operations of addition and multiplication etc.

Now it so happened that four months later -in Regional Maths olympiad -that time we got most questions based on probability -related in some manner . I was happy, thrilled ! that I read it just like that and see its here.
But somehow it seemed unnatural to me that probability of getting 6 on rolling a dice has to be same as those of others. I dint liked this idea.....as I always got a six every third time I had ever rolled a dice.

So toying with the idea , I went by my instincts and segregated a 1/5th  probability to six exclusively and remaining was equally divided into other five numbers to get . and I solved all questions , happy that I had done that ; next month we learnt the probability theory in class, n I was agonised that six has to take the same  probability as others more than that - my little ingenious idea -was entirely wrong and ridiculous . I was in
deep pain - it seemed like a perfect betrayal .......

then I had forgotten all about it. If somebody would tell me this now -I will
laugh at this like a stupid notion..yet it seems funny how convinced n sure I was that it just cant be equal probability...........atleast with dice!!!

Dreamer that I am........

A dreamer am I , away from the hazy  world
To dream is what, most happening to me
I feel a pull  eternal of bliss
That's in sheer illusion n imagination

Just the love of portrayal  of grandiose n beauty
Love the vision of autumn trees
the droplet ready to fall from leaves
n the sweet cold winter's breeze .........

a dreamer of hopes n passion
as if meant to be one - for centuries
a dreamer that I am
a dreamer of happy dreams....
n that's the place where I most fit in.........

A long wait.....

I thought of u n  more of u
but u never came ........
just leaving behind - memories
blurred , with zillion questions
I waited , patiently for ur call
hearing the unsaid conversations
I wandered in the dreamy land
with hand in hand....
yet walking down the street I felt
- u must be nearby, just a little walk....
n when I laughed amused by ur words
dint stopped at the stares nearby
did u realised how captivated was I
in the world thats woven around urs
what will u say , what will u do
how will u laugh , what will amuse u
yet sitting here -Thinking of u
 I donno what u feel - right now
do u think of me ?? I hope.....!!
do u keep ur hands on the phone
n keep away - to sound natural
I will wait - for u to come
till then lemme just savor the days
n the chaos
of the assurance for u for sure
that I'll wait for u to come
I could fight the time
I will bear the distance
to hear ur voice , to hear u laugh
to laugh non-stop on ur silly pranks
to fight with u , to argue
only to be cajoled as a small child
I will wait for whatever it takes
u know , I know , yet this wait
n ur views enravelling new world
n ur voice ringing in my head
yet the distance seems strange
just an unbridled faith

call of hope ......!!

while u are far away , with no promises
all in freedom, to go wherever u may .
I still look forward to ur surprise visits
when u will smile the most beautiful smile to me
when u'll pull away the ribbon from my hair
n tap on my head - calling me pagli
haha - when we 'll stroll in the garden
will pull each others leg
yet tell stupid childish stories non-chalant
will roam n roam -as if the world had stopped
n will be notorious to tease n run
I wait -for thats what i await
your return n the same old days
n its not a lonely chase
with no words, of silence
its more of a strange conviction,
a strong faith that u'll return 

Day u will come........

Day u will come
in the magnificense I forsee
only more brighter more lively
profusing the abundance beyond measure
U will come -in ur glory

Thriled am I , on that prospect
when u will come
like a hope eternal
like a belief , holy faith
like an enthusiasm never to pervade/fail
beauty of infinite dimension
singing of the coming autumn, shining rain,rosy gardens
praising the glory of love/nature
what thee bring to me
i cant fathom
its more than a mere reassurance
its more than a support to cling to
its the delight, its the melody of voice,
the charm of the words n the slowed world
its the moment u impart to each second
its the notion of perfectness


while I write n write
the more majestic it seems to be
beyond accurate portrayal
like a bold Red card around the corner
goldish hue surrondings -laced to be open
as a surprise beyond measure...........
n as it glitters I imagine the reflection of thy eyes
all over - its u n me
I in my mad - voluble self
u as the eternal charm - essence of the beautiful world
a unique one ,amazingly different n lively
calm as sea , bright as sky
beyond objective evaluation
n as the answer to unknown questions'
beyond bounds, observation or analysis
God like ?? ya almost
as the uplifting sight
I call it love - in absence of perfect word
except its unconditional - with no terms
n decisions  - its the presence ,
(vogue) of a new life
I know no parallel of grandoise
perfect balance n blend
n its the only way I have ever seen u
when my path lead me to thee