The songs of my heart

४ वर्षां नंतर आज अश्या आठवणी का येताहेत काय माहीत! २००८ च्या अनंत चतुर्दशीला मी पुण्यातील गणपती ची विसर्जन मिरवणूक पाहिली होती. आयुष्यात पहिल्यांदा! संपूर्ण ! आणि अगदी २ हाताच्या अंतरावरून! चाणक्य मंडल परिवाराची एक विद्यार्थिनी म्हणून सदस्य असताना दर वर्षी प्रमाणे ७ दिवस गणेशोत्सवात volunteer म्हणून काम केलं होतं. ते ७ दिवस आणि विसर्जनाचा पूर्ण दिवस आमच्या  टीम मधल्या unique pieces   मुळे शक्य झालं. आमचा ग्रुप  होता   group 7. पण   कुणी विचारल कि सगळे मुद्धाम “007” अस सांगायचो. तेव्हा “इंडिअन बोंड” नावाची ringtone सगळ्यांनी आपापल्या फोन वर सेट करून ठेवली होती. टीम मधला कुणी समोरून येताना दिसला कि   background music दिल्यासारख ते music   म्हणायचं.   ७ दिवस   जगातल्या   सगळ्या प्रकारच्या   PJ चा स्टोक उघडला होता. आणि काहीही बडबड करून कारणाशिवाय वेड्यासारखे हसायचो.   PJ   म्हणजे poor, pathetic, pachka, आणि जे काही होत असेल तसले जोक्स झाले होते. दुसऱ्या  टीम मधले मुलं मुली आमच्या टीम  मध्ये मुद्दाम रेफ्रेश व्हायला यायचे! कसे काय माहित पण CMP मधल्या चारही batches मधली  

I miss my sneakers, and I can’t find them. God knows where I lost them. Some things in life just get lost! You remember the time you saw them last, used them, but eventually you find out that they are gone. Lost! I was not like this when I was small. But I remember one cute doll which I had, and one day it was lost. There are so many books I can name which have managed to disappear in thin air. And the stickers which I collected as a kid, so many photographs which were sleeping peacefully in the comfort of my drawer, some cassettes, yeah, the special friendship bands….. I wonder how… they just managed to get lost! And then as I grew older I seemed to have lost the attachment to material things. So things took another level. But now I miss the faith which I lost. The ability to trust people, I lost innocence. I have lost my heart- more than once. I lost good sense. Then I lost my mind. I am a complete loser now. How I wish I could keep those things. How I wish I could pl

pic courtsy: google A strange tension will fill the air in Vishakhapattanam tomorrow. Hands will clap, girls will cheer their guts out, and people will rise from their seats as India shall get her new hero. Yuvraj Singh comes back from a successful battle against cancer tomorrow to play his first comeback match. Dear Yuvi, I remember the day when the news broke out about the dreaded diagnosis. I may not be among the best of your fans, but I remember staring at the paper in disbelief… but we never lost hope. Being the spirited sportsman that you are- you couldn’t lose hope, could you? And then you were in bed (for wrong reasons) and we cried silent tears, you were being treated and we prayed our prayers and you said you’ll be back…. And we cheered!!! What more could we do anyway? And now, as the day comes close, its not just your heart which is racing. It’s not just your fingers which are crossed. Its not just your throat which feels choked. When you will take to t