maxi-Mumbai

I dont know...
why i wished for that.
I didn't thought it will happen so soon
and will fall right back to me.

Now about Mumbai.
Mumbai is big.As they all say.
Then what should i say.
But its slow.
People are tired of travelling itself.
And everybody say a 'four' letter word...
like fill in the blanks...
from the posh to the poor.

Its slow in the work...
not in moving.

Its hard to find who is big or small
until they open up to talk

The high ways and roads are builtthrough the slum...
since there is no other option..
you dont feel bad about it.

And good looking girls...
Thats one good thing in mumbai..
and everybody is bhai- bhai.

Rick is cheap...taxi is cheapest..
while comparing home.

Nobody mind speaking hindi...
coz they mind speaking angrazi
than the folks who boast
about there love for their language.

When you are on the road
you never miss a hoarding...
so that you never miss anything on
television...
96% is Tv/film/paper
2% is clothes
2% is other

And one thing u never ever miss in mumbai is
the Sea.........sea ... everywhere
and couples on every piece of rock.
They say there home is always full for some privacy
but they are in public... okie anyways thats taboo.

But one thing...i found
Wherever it is the plight of the poor is
same.

There eyes are same...
Everywhere.

A happy day to be remembered!

I am happy today.
I must be happy today.

I am happy today,
Not because i found a girl.

I am happy today,
Not because i found a happiest blog.
[coz its rare]

I am happy today,
Not because my Dad came home.

I am happy today,
Not because of no work.

I am happy today,
Not because that i am alone.

I am happy today,
Not because that i have some money.

I am happy today,
Because i have acheived something today.
Though its not a big thing.

I am happy today,
I made my dream realized.

I am happy today,
Beacuse one of my photo has been accepted
for an international contest.

I am happy.

I wonder,
How many things are there
in this world...
Which makes one happy.

I am happy.
I am vey happy today.
I will remember this day...
For the happiness it gave me.

Forgotten Language

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

Written by
Shel Silverstein

I Submit This
For Those Who Lived Their Childhood...
Like a Child...And To Those Who Are Searching
For The Woodoo Machine ...Like in the Movie - THE BIG -
And To Those Who Wish...
Never To Be A Grown Up!