poem by William Ernest Henley

A short Victorian poem that i came across ..

It inspires me always, as i read it again and again ..

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley 

mera room

my quiet a small room 

that i hardly ever broom

my quiet a small room 

ad-mist the citys doom

a few things that i need i got in it

though short my whole world rightly fit

few things there and few things around

no show-shine but yet all things being crowned

my quiet a small room 

बबलू-मुनिया

बबलू-मुनिया 

घूम घूम के थका रे प्यारे ...

दुनिया के हाय रंग रे  न्यारे  

घाट घाट का पंछी पुछे

शांत क्यू  बबलू  ? .. नही तू सुल्झे 

बबलू बोले ... एक दिन कि कथा रे सुनिये ..

सुभे दिखी मोरे मंन कि मुनिये .... :P

बसो  को लाथ लगाये ..

ट्रेनो कि आस धराये ..

मुनिया क्युंकी उसी से जाये ..

थोडा .... थोडा ...

समय रे बिता

निर्बलता से मान को सीता  

बबलू ने देखा ..

मुनिया चलके आई ...

रे भैया बाजी मंन मे ये शेहनाई :P

उसका मन रे अतीव चंचल 

पैर से ज्यादा मन मे हलचल 

बबलू जाये .. आमने सामने 

नैन रे उसके चाहे .... मुनिया को जानने  

बोल चाल न कूच भी होवे 

बबलू मन मे ... अंदर हि रोवे  :(

रे बबलू कैसी दुविधा आई 

प्रेम प्यार का रोग लागा रे ... शायद हमको  भाई 

लेकीन यह बात ... वही न जाने 

जिसके लिये .. दिल दिवाने  :D

रे बबलू कैसी दुविधा आई 

halt लगाये...बात आगे न बढ पायी ..

आते है रे speed breaker 

काटे पल पल .... इधर-उधर रर..  रे चक्कर 

कैसी दुविधा आई 

मुनिया को समजे नाही .... मेरी आस,लगन रे भाई 

अभी तो सिर्फ एक हि मार्ग ...

उमीद कि दुआइ 

ना ना ऐसा कभी का करना

 बबलू .... अपनी बात ... जरूर तू केहना 

हा-ना ...(yes-no) का नही तू सोचे 

मुनिया अपनी ferrero roche ...(ferrero rocher ) :D :P

फिर कैसी दुविधा भाई 

बबलू मुनिया रहे together forever .. मेरे माई (mother) :P 

Dhobi ghat

I feel the movie Dhobi ghat was just so mesmerizing . That I did made a plan to visit it on a Saturday last week with my friend sanskar. Located aside the various sounds at the Mahalaxmi station . The very first sight  of Dhobi ghat makes you stand still for a moment.Me and sanskar we very gazed at our very first sight. It feels just to stand by the concrete platform of the stairs nearby and try hearing the lullaby the image makes on you. Sorted by the concrete game of Tetries , with interlocking grid of washing pens, one realizes that its actually not so simple when he steps inside it.Its no different than the Bhul bhulaiya that we usually play over a  paper on a Sunday or so .

The aroma of detergent , water flowing under your feet or the dhobis humming among themselves greets you int a totally new space . In fact a space that affects four of your senses . By the the time you believe its just the introductory phase , you are being part of that whole new journey .Besides the old-fashioned method of washing, the Ghat is also equipped with automatic laundry machinery which remains on the sidelines because the dhobis in their wash pens are the real stars of the show.They scrub, slap, soak, dry, drape and deliver every article of clothing in their vicinity with remarkable competence and calm and get them back to their owners by evening. 


But now besides this I would like to mention a few dialog that came across while we were photo documenting 


As we entered and clicked the very first frame a boy came behind us running and told us to read the board outside which states that photography is strictly prohibited and not allowed as per orders . followed by an anonymous signature .Not a government notice as such in that case.

we asked the boy where shall we take the permit then . He pointed us towards a man from long distant. The man taking no time gave us green signal to go inside.Not a man exactly but just in early 20's i would guess.


We started taking pictures.We were going candid.Many people humming or were conversing among them selves .Few people at the gate no. 14 were a bit not in our favor .They believed that there no use clicking the pics. 
One of the m commented '' yeh photo kya ghar pe latkaoge .. ?? yaha ake bass kheech ke chale jaate hoo . .. kalyan kaun karega ? ''
while one expressed , ''aise kitne aye aur kitne gaye .. ''


While a few feared to confront the camera for a pose which they daily did.Unknowingly they do there work, but when its camera they get a bit conscious or fearful or being exposed.


There is always a fear in such people . The fear to face camera or the fear that this photo documentation is not worth fruitful and would go a waste. I think being optimist is the only way left to them.


While one dhobi whose photo we took asked for ' chai pani ' , we gave him couple of coins summing up around 10 rs or so.


As we moved along people kept asking where are you from ? , why you doing this stuff ? and questions of that sort.
We replied,' some kind of portfolio work '.But that was not the answers that they expected ,I guess.


Also there were kids hanging around. People Having open baths.Children having game f cricket in corners.A group of men having game of cards and there daily chats. Women in blouses.Men in baniyans.

Then came a man. He said that he would take a tour to us of dhobi ghat nad would charge a bit .But then we refused and went on .He said that dhobi ghat is 2 acres and spread around 12 kilometers.But we refused before it began and went ahead.

Then there were two other gentlemen.I use the word specifically 'gentle' here as they were the only people who were being polite among all we found.They denied that dhobi ghat was 12 kilometers spread and termed the people we met as chindi loafer *one who does many jugads to earn life.They told a few more things also as how dhobi ghat is the washing machine for Mumbai .How Bombay wears cloths that is being washed at one single place.No class difference created whatsoever.They sopke until a fatso stopped them from explaining further . He spoke something in there local language and it was not affirmative towards us. I felt the gesture.I said sanskar to move on .


After  a  few clicks here and there we decided to head towards home.

What Dhobi ghat stays for me:
Before visiting here I felt a connection that Dhobi ghat and Bombay have in between them . I always felt that life in Bombay had been same as the cloths that came every single day to Dhobi ghat.
As the cloths irrespective of the people wearing it after being washed get cleansed together,together.So are the people of the city.They come together get there lives exchanged among other people of different class .get tangled and then they are free on there ways.A same kind of thought in the movie Dhobi ghat-mumabi diaries was being canvased .


For me this visit was in some way incomplete .Don't know why.I still get to know a few things .I also feel very strange at times ,Roaming in our very own city with cameras in hands.Like a traveler or tourist.

U der ? - prashant chavan.

Its been the first post in this blog that I am writing which is quite lengthy.*just kidding not that too , do have a read*

U der ?

Date : 24Th may 2012
Day  : Thursday

5:30pm*typing sms*
to apeksha: hey m goin for an art event here in fort ... very excited about it .. kaash tu aa sakti :P
5:33pm
apeksha in reply:yaa re i did wntd to cum .. but kya re tu ekdum vactn mein bhi padhai nd awl.. :P whn you come do tell me wat did u did .. btw m wid my frnd nitu over here :D
5:37pm
Me: ohhh .. nitu aree teri bst frnd  na .. its been long na you both had met. :) ill ''call''you whn i shall leave frm the event ..... *we hardly called each other most or daily of our conversations had been over txt msgs or thru fb only **so whenever i used to say i would call , i used to get very excited*
5:38pm
Me: aaj gaya toh marine drive bhi jaunga raat ko while coming... :P .. kya re .. i wnt you to take der once during the evening .. i felt pure heaven whn the last tym i visited .. :D

5:40pm
apeksha :hmm zarror(sure)

5:43pm
me:chal re mein teko baad me call  hi karunga .. and will tell you wat awll ws der ..:) *I told her in excitement*

5:45pm
apeksha: hmm ya sure thng :)


As i  kept the conversation to an end for the evening , listening the songs through headphones  i was bit of blushing in the train all the while.The man sitting in front of me starred in a expression of question.but then it didn't mattered .I reached the fort met the friend , we had glass of tea as well as a sandwich to munch for.
It was 7 by then and the lecture was about to start . It was a lecture by an Indian artist 'baiju parthan'.
The lecture room was in fact a conference room i guess much small in space for accommodation of 50 people at a time.All the people present over there had been those typical page 3 type of personalities that we seen and hear about.
.How art fanatic they were beneath , i had no idea . But over all appearance did gave a feel of 'truly an artist'. wearing Kurtis , language that of sophistication involved in it.In fact there is way difference between having manners and being sophisticate. sophistication has an  attestation. You  decide to be sophisticate.
sophistication is not as being mannered.
Between the lecture a txt from apeksha pooped in my cell.

8:05pm
apeksha kya kar rahe hoo ?? (wssup)

8:07pm
Me: im in the lecture .. :)

8:10pm
apeksha: hmm thike .. will talk later on then.

time passed by . the lecture was good enough .but then it was just very tough to intake , hard to ingest , and most difficult to digest. The terminologies they were talking about seemed to be a high dose for us.But then it was indeed a good lecture.A glass half filled .

It was 9:30pm by then, we were in train .On the way home.There was not much to speak about , in fact we had not been to marine drive even.But then there were so much of small things to mention for . I just couldn't stop myself but texted apeksha .

9:35pm
Me: hey i m train now .. just abhi i left frm der .. :D :D

9:37pm
apeksha: toh mein  kya karu .. :P (what do i do then)

9:39pm
Me: ok .. i thought you might be excited about listening .. anyways .. but tere reply se laga nai .. :/ :P

9:40pm
apeksha : aree sry re i dint meant dat ..

9:41pm
Me: OK

9:44pm
apeksha: so wat happened there ??

9:47pm
Me:there was this lecture .. very high fi in a true sense .. :P *i didn't wrote further with a slight notion of ending the conversation*

9:50pm
apeksha: so u wer excited about telling only this much .. ?? :|

9:51pm
Me: umm .. also i bought new round glares :D .. :P can we talk later on kya .. i shall call you ..
*by that time i really had no intentions of taking conversation to next level also i was not wanting to call her*

(In-fact for a matter I didn't even know that I really liked apeksha or not .but then the whole thing was so seeming to be force fully done.Like texting her, but then having a little of scope for a reply in true positive sense.It was just that we were only being 'Good friends'.Taking a step ahead from that to a totally next level and trying to confess whats really in mind was just visibly so forceful to me.)

9:54pm
apeksha: so was only this much . you wanted to talk about .. :P pagal hai tu :D: P
Me: hmm okk (willing not to speak more)

By the time me and amey reached home.we went by auto, and all the time i was just thinking that should i call her or not.*I did had lot of balance in sim, so that was not a thing to worry for.*

10:10pm
i went to an another room to call her . My  state of mind was just ecstatic.But I still felt that forceful attempt to fall in love was barricading me somewhere.
10:15pm
I made my mind , to stop all messaging from my side . If ever any text come from here way ,I shall reply it to as short as possible and let our relation stay as friends forever. Because indeed it was even her side who was not wanting to have love or anything of that sort.And if my confessions lead to any sort of misunderstanding among us then i was not hoping  for that either.

With no further thinking i was just lying on my bed about to sleep.
But then just txt msg appeared :
11:57pm
Apeksha: hey ol aa naaa .. :D :D

Me: ok w8 :)
*just an hour before i was hoping that i would no longer talk much with her.And i readily said ok wait .I was sure I like her . Liked her a lot .I quickly got up from my bend .*
*ting ting ti di ting *(i still got a windows xp ) :P

Facebook chat begins :

Me: see only bcos u said i have come ol :P

apeksha : :)

Me: abhi kya karneka ??

apeksha : kuch nai
               baat karne ka
               aur kya

Me: ok

apeksha : have i disturbed you
               matlab neend aarai teko ??
Me: no not at all ... was just listening songs ..

apeksha : hmmmm .. radio ?? :P


Me:yaa :D *this radio was the thing which was bit unusual and we always did listen mostly 107.10 playing                                    old Hindi classics*

apeksha : change your dp :P

Me: pagal or wat .. 45 likes hai usko ;) :P

Me: abhi shayd woh round waale glares ka dp hi dallunga taken with my new DSLR :D

apeksha:DSLR kabhi le raha hai ??

Me: hai ek special day .. :P

apeksha : your bday :P

Me:hey u remember . meko laga you might had forgetton :P

apeksha: nopes yaar .. :)

Me: think ??

apeksha: what think ??

Me : If m making a short film .. will you act in it ?? :P

apeksha: naaiiiiiiiiii :P
             meko sharam aatai :P
             ahahahahaa

Me : bass kay dude :P (you will do like this na )

apeksha : mala sharam aatai ( i feel shy)
               hahaha
               i am bad at Marathi :P

Apeksha: aaj ghar pe koi nai hai :P :D(no ones at home today)

Me: hmm *fap fap fap* na seeing porn hmmmm :P :P

apeksha : lol mad o wat .. :P and it should be *slap slap slap*

(the conversation was going well enough , we spoke of HIMYM topics here and there ,giggled over the chat.then there was a pause for a while.By that time I had forgotten all the forceful un forceful theories of mine)

Me: u there ??
       what else are you doing ??


apeksha : nothing re bored alone .. having a chat with my brother. He stays abroad. just a formal chat.
               what are you doing ??

Me: nothing just having a conversation with you only :P
      this riju is also your brother na ??*i wrote with bit of inquisitive in my mind*

( rijudas(riju) mutual friend between me and apeksha . He was very close to her , i guess.They both come to college together by train go together by train.Even a few people in the college  did teased them both being love mates of each other . I didn't believed in that and thought this of a shit . But then somewhere close I did thought riju liked her and they both did made a good couple. In fact riju's call log everyday had apeksha's name. So there was a scope for suspicion.But then i did believed in apeksha much than other people,than riju)

apeksha: no noo ..
              adi is my brother
              itne saree bhai hai mere toh bahar bahi kyun banau :P ( there is no need of making brother else  around when i have real ones with me)

apeksha : riju is just a good friend of mine re .. :)

Me: is he only your friend ?? * i asked in sarcasm*

apeksha: now you are also taking like the rest. :/ (the rest means the friend who linked her with riju)

Me: :/

apeksha :|

Me: i was kidding re baccha :P

apeksha : leave it yaar :/

(A bit of silence roamed in the chat box with continuous  opening and closing of the chat window hoping the other person writes something . Just then )

Apeksha : nidhi desai online :P

( Nidhi desai was the girl for whom i had infatuation for a longer time when i newly came to this college .But then her guy seemed so over possessive, that i didn't felt much interest in her. In fact her appeal and over all emotional balance also seemed imperfect , when she was going through a bad phase in her love life.also apeksha knew that i didn't liked her , but then just a matter of fun and giggling around she did teased me at times in front of nidhi and when she was around)

Me: its her bf :/

Apeksha : so what .. you can still talk with her

Me: aree madoo uska bf ne login kiya hai frm her account :P (her bf had logged in through her account)

Apeksha: ohh okk .. those people are really mad :P

Me: I purposely ended our conversation while we were texting .
     * i thought at least this time apeksha shall come to know, what i really felt for her .How enthusiastic  i was when i messaged her .And her lowered interest in me made me feel really bad.But i dint think she might had got any notions or something of that sort)
Apeksha: ya i knw :|


Apeksha : Also I was chatting with Neel .
( Neel was another guy from our college who had deep crush on apeksha.and the whole gang of Neel's group rumored that apeksha and Neel had somethings cooking.But then apeksah had been very transparent  with me about this topic and said there was nothing cooking as such.)

Me: I was about to ask you that .. but i then thought you might not be talking with Neel now .

Apeksha: What happened then , He's my freind .. :)

Me: Yaa but then its soo late night ..

Apeksha : so what .. if he's online we can talk a bit na ..

Me: okk

Apeksha : who said that we cannot have a talk with friend with late night ??
offline ?? *she thought i had been offline but then it was my internet error *

Me: I am online only .. fucking net .. yaa you can have a chat but m asking why ?? :P

Apeksha: there is no as such time specified wherein i can talk with my friends .. we can share things have a good chat if it makes us feel better :)

Me: waah kya baat hai .. *in agreement* :)

Apeksha : you making fun of me na :/

Me : nopes

Apeksha : teko samjha na what i m trying to tell ..

Me: sab samjha ...

Apeksha : or else you mistaking me .. :P
                If there are any issues like that , then do tell me .. :)

Me: what mistaking .. be specific :P

Apeksha : mistaking means mistaking
                No other word for it ..

Me: ok

Apeksha: what OK .. i asked you something .. :/

Me : when did you asked .. :P

Apeksha : OK leave it yaar ..

Me : Mistakes are always of a sacred nature . never try to correct them .On the contrary understand them thoroughly . after that it will be possible for you to sublimate them .
- Salvador dali ...

Apeksha: Is it some way quoted for me .. ??

* i really was not searching any quotes for her .but was really searching for Dali .And its an unending process.*

Me: was just surfing through some quotes of Dali .. :P ( stopped it there not taking it to a level further )

( A long pause therein again )

Me: jao soo jao .. ( go off to bed) :)

Apeksha : M taking with nikita :P
                apni soch badlo :P (change your approach)

Me: You dont know people :P

Apeksha : means ?? I have that much sense of judging people .. :)

Me: :D :P i know re i was just kidding you .. its great fun to tease you purpose fully at times :P

Apeksha : lol .. you put me into tension re :P
                bass re abhi :P
Me : you know I was not goin to have a talk with you from tommorow  .. :P

Apeksha : why ??

Me: like that only ( a lame reply though and being totally kiddish )
( it was in fact the same question that was haunting me , being into a forceful conversation or adding someone  to be closely acquainted with you forcefully)

Apeksha : pagal hai tu ( you are mad) :P

Me: The only difference between a madman and me is that I am not mad .
- Salvador Dali :P

Me : there is a reason , but i wont tell you . *the reason was same that's been haunting since long* .

Apeksha : tell me whats that ?? :P

Me : nopes :P

Apeksha :I was taking with other people late night , was that the reason ??

( how could I tell that , i liked her a lot .from the time we had been daily into conversations.somewhere at some point a speed breaker was consistently halting or stopping me.Was it the fear not being friends after the confession and getting a rejection ?Whatever the reason maybe but it was disturbing my static state of mind a lot.)

Me: no idea * i said and again rejected the truth behind*

Apeksha : no please tell me .. i dont like all this .. i wont feel bad even :)

Me: any time later .. for sure :)
       for sure :)

Apeksha : then leave .. dont talk till then .. :/

Me: aree no now its the time to sleep naah so  i was not telling you :P * i could not defend myself much better*

Apeksha : by telling me half way , i shall not be able to have a sleep :/

Me : :P
Apeksha : please let me know what you taking about ... :/ :(

( I logged out out my account. but then doing that would have added much more questions again in her mind and lot of misunderstandings.i could not stop myself but had to call her and tell her what the whole matter was in reality .Orelse it would had been tough for both of us living with this random questions.I guess even she had a few questions to ask for.I made a call to her .)

the call tune was ringing .. still ringing ..
''Hello'' .. i said with bit of stern in my vocals .Very confident speech.

''Hello .. why did you called me .. ??'' soo late that too !!

Her voice did had curiosity in it . I replied her that,'' listen can you meet me now .. ??''

''NOW ... ??'' she questioned .'' Do you have any idea whats the time right now .. ?''she added.

''Yeah i do its 1:45 .. and I even know what I am about to do ..''

''NOO ..'' was her instant reply by then ..

*I think she was kind of fearful ... as of considering me to be turned out into a madman raping her in the night*

I said,'' its urgent .please try to understand .''. with plead .

she sensed my voice and readily said, '' yes ''.But i can only meet you at my door step and then you have to walk by.

I said , ''aree I am not goin to rape you maam. i will be there with my scotty as fast as possible.''

''yea i know that ... sambhaleke chala pagal ..'' , she said with an affection.That was indeed what was possibly to be on my side, i guessed.

I with utmost silence got out from my house.There were no worries as my grandmother and I had only been living for that night.

I took the scooty as well as the keys of my home. Here place was just near the station and it took me just 4mins 20 secs to be there,Below her apartments.I climbed the stairs gathering all the courage as it was my very first attempt and that too so big indeed.

*Ting tong*
I rang the bell , a typical bell.

She opened the door ...
freak mujhe laga nai tha you would come in reality .. she said while opening the metal guard door.

So kya kehna tha .. what did you want to say ..
saliva gulping down my throat .holding my goti beard with the thumb as well as index finger . I said
ummm .. that umm repeated for 4-5 seconds

I LOVE YOU .. with a direct transition in my expression as well as vocal tone.

she said,
I am  amazed , not that you confessed love to me but that you said me in this janam only.

I smiled . she winked.she seemed to be happy , i could see in her eyes.

But there was still a doubt the process had not been complete yet . Me saying I love you was not enough.
Indeed she too had to have similar approach towards me.

I said , Whats you reply apeksha .. ?? don't you love me .. ??

Spending seconds of time time . Leaning her face down a bit . Taking her hands over her hairs as she always had a habit to do so.

''NO'', she said.

My jaws of face directly touching the ground wide open.I was astonished  by her reply.

I asked , ''why ?"

She said,'' I need some time to think upon .. Its easy for you guys to take the scooty late night .roam through the streets and come at the girls house when she is alone .And confess there love to them.I need some time to think upon>I just need some time. As she completed , she smiled.

 Not mentioning any days neither mentioning weeks nor mentioning years i said , I gave you the time.

''I wont disappoint you '' , she said as i finished .

There was a long pause , we just kept looking at each others eyes without a blink . the silence was to be felt. And somewhere the song '' aakhon hi aankhon mein ishaara ho gaya"' was been played.In our minds, In our senses don't know exactly but we both could really feel the lyrics of it.I was completely paralyzed by her sight and so was she, the effect of song was adding more essence to it .

Just then she said ,
Can you kiss me .. ? With nothing more to speak about I leaned myself towards herself .She had completely surrendered herself by now.Our lips locked among themselves by then, like the lego blocks.I was numbed. It was indeed way better than having a couple of hookah puffs or drinks with friends.It was calm, serene .It lasted for around 25- 30 seconds.
As we took off our lips off, i just realized that i had experienced frist kiss of my life.And i had made no mistakes while doing so.Like a boss.Very special though.

I taking no further time waved by to apeksha.She smiled, she did told she wanted time to think upon.But then the kiss was the pre answer to it .I just strolled by my scotty.Opened the door in a much sensitive way as compared to the way I had left.came in my bedroom.Plugged in the headphone into my ears and listened all the love songs by that night.Love was in the air.

There was very less chances wherein apeksha would say no to me after thinking , i felt.But still if she felt I am not the right guy .i had conquered upon my beliefs. I would have the thing to rejoice for.the first kiss . That i had now kept no issues in my mind. There was a time , When i kept texting her u der ,, hey u der ol now .. ??when shall u be der ..? busy der ?? all were question marks and everything was into interrogation.But now i had surpassed all of it .I feel no regrets sharing a kiss with a girl , even though we were not into a relationship.
The thing that it taught me was , life had been all about get going.The more we think the more we get entangled.As of now all that forceful thing that kept me thinking was a sheer shit , a waste of time.

Also love is not just the gf-bf kind of thing . we can love our friends .have quality time spend. But then we got to remember there is only mono person whom we shall be spending our lives. People good at heart  shall help each other. Its our decision that matters.
Also life is all about being in love many times. What if you don't get it now there's still some one better for you somewhere around, reading this shit, smiling a bit *ohh it rhymes* . All you need is to have a move on thing in you .Like a horse set in the wild fields.Rather than gluing towards cell and over fb seeking , u der ?

-prashant chavan
fiction.

Shantaram-gregory david roberts.

As i put forward my keen interest in front of sir , my love for bombay , my inquisitive feeling about the city's in skirt and a search of my place in the city.He did suggested me to read 'Shantaram' by Gregory David Roberts .A novel of high adventure , great story telling and moral purpose, based on an extraordinary true story of eight years in bombay underworld. These were the lines that went through my glance before opening the novel.The author has been a drug addict as well as a robber and heroine addict who managed escaping from the Australian prison to India .As i wnet on through the reading I did got it the way i had expected it to be .The way the protagonist in the book like to unfold every aspect of the city . Tries to explore the later core of the Bombay, even I sometimes feel the same . Staying with these poor localities in the city sometime in my life . In fact for some while i feel they got a lot than just money to give .They had created a space for themselves in the city Though we make them feel isolated at times , but then their life style there culture does make a stream in our society .It could be properly quoted that many people have wrote about this city many will write about this city many have shown it through there lens and many would do it later in there lives. But how many among them shall actually live their way.Not as a matter of whole life , But just as matter of exception. Experience is the greatest thing in the world , a child ovary takes birth and then sets into the journey .To find the things known as well as known .

In a same way rather as i read each page I unfold every other aspect of the city.Though the book is quite big in number of pages , but then Its the canvas of the city that is being portrayed .*no issues*.Just been Quarter way , no idea when shall I get over it *as i said setting out on a journey*.

Mumbai Wallbook-2012

Event:Mumbai WallBook
Date:20th may 2012
As my friend sanskar approached  me about this event , i was readily excited about it and thought that after so long gap of no fine art .There is something  to think upon and creative to do.So sanskar told me about this event and asked if i shall accompany him for a wall painting at mahim .I taking no time said yes at the very first stance.The whole Theme for the wall painting was to paint your vision for the Mumbai or in case you got to depict Dream Mumbai as you feel it could be.Not a new concept in was my first thought . Infact i really have no idea as of what had happened in the market that art and mumbai have been linked all in a while os much.The day at kala ghoda was almost full of kitsch and handycarfts or installations  reagarding bombay-mumbai and revolving around the streams of the city.And the otehr day when i went for a nart competition the topic again was Mumbai 2020.Its good that you are encouraging vision for the city but then all the while same things come forward.*wada pav,trains,gardi, police,terrorism,local train*.But in a way its good that it catches the developmental phase of the city .

so things were predefined but as usual when different minds collide for a design or any sort of art . there's a sure explosion.Ours was no different.
Before coming to an explain , i shall mention  the wall we painted.

The The dabbewaala at the center was being done by tushar *commercial art student* which was a total realistic character .while the rest illustrations were done by sanskar*commercial art student*.I*architecture student* didnt had much of contribution to give herein. as i myself was busy from few days in a design project competition.But then I helped them in later by drawing a few things plus with a bit of help in color scheming.
from the left if we observe the characters we could see a face trying to pop out and breathe the air outside,as we move a Punjabi snatching the neck of a minster while a person from the below becoming a mere spectator.And in them a mumbai ka dabbewaala carrying the skyline of the whole  city , a person in yellow tightly holding the central rod , while another in red pick pocketing , while a student whose sight is stunned .
The color combination for the whole painting bright with the red standing for the train color while the black for the crimes and corruption in the city .Moreover they act as a frame for the drawing.

all was great when nothing was started. In fact its always like that when we are stationary things seems to be working our way .*sun rises in the east and sets in the west*.But its when we actually start the thing we see ups and down.And the same was observed here also .sanskar wanted to go with wall with his illustrations while tushar wanted his dabbewaala image like that only.i suggested him that we can transform that dabbewaala into cartoon image and place it. but then tushar being stubborn insisted that he wants his character as it is *realistic placed in between the illustrations*.But then it was I who made a reply when the tata people were doing the video recordings  that ,'' its infact  how  the dabbewaala finds his identity in the city from the rest crowd and balancing the skyline, becoming the superman of the city by sending dabbas in time to people''.It was like a conflict between the abstract  and the realist .For me if i had to do something on the wall i would just have removed a brick from the center , then drew and arrow towards the hole created by the center and would say that is Mumbai.*a local train passing by the other side of the wall*a minimalist though.

               All and all it was a great experience of getting down on streets and acting being a 'Hussein'.made new friends over there spent time in Indeed it was just another initiative of bring people,binding them together at one place rejoicing the spirit of the city.Children living on the streets were painting some wall while there was a Gujarati lady with his husband and two children busy shading the landscape , also there were high number of students from arts craft, architecture, while a few of them were just spending there warm Sunday rather and having a great time .

                We finished the painting around 12 noon and then after a few clicks by some random commuter, as well as our group friends ,collecting participation certificates we were on our way to homes. A great morning to spend by as well as a rest full of evening later on .

bharat majha desh !!

Date : 06/05/12
Time:10 am

The timetable sorted for this date was something was to be amazed for, i suppose. Having my exams from 8th of May , i still planned for a movie today.In the morning , a 11:30 show at the INOX Thane.Being a great movie buff of some sensible cinema , it was ought that the movie I was going for had to be some sort of pre-release impact on me. exams being on the forefront how one could one go for a movie ?? , indeed was a question that made my sister and mom instinctively asked me. But then i told them which movie was it , why i m going to see it .Also why i refused yesterdays plan of watching Jannat 2 with Rahul and I m insisting to go for this one today.The  movie name was 'ha bharat majha' meaning india is my country.

Pre-movie:
     I was constantly trying to read some stuff form the Theory of structure and also Humanities,  hand in hand.As soon as i could see  the clock heading 10:30 , then i gathered all my books closed them at once .And started getting ready to go for the movie , I asked if any one interested to join me for the movie? But my mother being busy with the pomferts and cooking and sister being busy with Final C.A preparations no one turned out to come with me.And asking Dada(my dad) for a movie , the movie  should be an action packed one.He doesn't get these philosophical movies and then keeps asking me questions again and again. which in turn take me into trouble.So asking Dada was , a complete no no !
       
 ''Whats with this hurry ?'', my mom asked me .
 ''there is no hurry as such. but then there are these Mumbai ke auto-rickshaw chalak . Who are utmost ready with there services,'' I said in sarcasm
       Because getting an auto till thane check naka and after that getting another one from thane check naka till Korum Mall , INOX cinemas was another big time job. Especially in this scorching heat of 32 deg. and when  you are not a beautiful lady. In fact being a beautiful lady , for getting an auto .There it self makes her win half the battle.

 ''So any one still ready to come with me ?'', I asked again. Actually going for a movie with out a company was not new thing to me but then it is really a boring thing.
''No'', both my mom and my sister said in unity.
''But cant you just go in next week or so? , because your exam is just a day later.'' said my mom.

''No'', i said with bit of firmness in voice.''Its because the movie wont last till the next week and I am damn sure about it.Damn sure'',i reasoned her.

Minutes passed by i dressed in red checked shirt which i fold half way through the hand with a dark navy cotton trousers and my usual Gandhi ke chasme .It really didn't mattered if the combination matched because i was comfortable in it.Jeans really tightens , and in summers its a complete no no !

And all while dressing I could just notice that how minutely our small daily life is connected to such big problems of the world.They do affect us but not over a larger scale.
for the matter, when i said,''then there are these Mumbai ke auto-rickshaw chalak . Who are utmost ready with there services,''
 Or did i really referred to the problems that was a major concern of the price hike by the auto dirvers association and the strike that they called out?

And the other time when i said,''Its because the movie wont last till the next week and I am damn sure about it.Damn sure''.
 Or did i really indirectly mentioned the crisis of the Marathi cinema industry, which they were facing majorly in past few years , regarding the screening of Marathi films in multiplexes?

Whatever the reasons maybe , things are to be linked.The hole made by rat for his housing could even be a source of nuisance for the shopkeeper owning a grain shop(kirana ki dukaan).
  When two surfaces rub together it causes both objects to create energy between them. Energy is the action that you are doing .Friction is the indirect response of the action.once friction(resistance of two surfaces) is created , then the heat will show its face as the outcome of friction.

I said this to my mom and my sister and they were quite amazed by the way i observe things.alas ! they are always like that .


Movie time:
I went on my way towards the INOX and it was not what i thought. I within no time hot a n auto for thane check naka as well as for korum mall.And I was just amazed by that scene.the show was of 11:30 and I had kept 11:20 as the deadline keeping the auto rickshaw time waste in mind. But then i was lucky to get there well in time.

The movie begins.


the movie starts with the doha by saint kabir 


सबबन तुलसी भयी
परबत सालिगराम ।
सब नदिये गंगा भयी
जब जाना आतमराम ॥

Meaning:

the trees became the tulsi 

the mountains became the Himalaya

the rivers became the ganga

when man became enlighten...( a rough meaning though which I could recollect)

From this doha till the end the movie takes you to an emotional journey.It deals with the story of a family -anna sukhatme,his wife,a married daughter varsha and two sons  raghav and indra. the family is going through the dilemma , and the atmosphere in the country is charged with anna hazares movement against corruption.

every in the society is connected with this movement and the family herein is no exception. It embarks a portrayal of the daily life of a common family, there common conversation , the conversations mention might have been enacted by even you and me at times but then they get more glorified and sensitive, when you get with them over a big screen.The movie runs through and imparts many sequences wherein it does leave a space for us to think and ponder upon.The cinematography is outstanding and the still are superbly placed .

The movie ends .Its a movie which is apt for art cinema.But if you don't find it interesting.Fellas the screen for jannat 2 is open you can have a corner seat, take your girl, munch popcorn and also a coke.

P.S : I eat 55 rs ka boiled butter flavored corns take auto and return home have sufficient sleep.

         

Write the blog, Chat over fb , edit a dp for niyati and studying tos (postponed for midnight) :P :D

  link for the trailer ..                   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gVddr-j7Nw

I did use to go by 7:45 bus to MBP

                      ''  chala kuthe , kuthe zaychay?'. ''MBP,'' I said and gave the conductor a 100 rs ka note .He said , ''kya saab subhe subhe ? Ruko'' (Wait till i get the change from other passengers ). This whole bus journey from my place till MBP Business  park in new Bombay had become  a daily routine since past few days .I could very well catch the bus from the first stop , sit where ever i wish , buy the regular ticket from the regular same conductor. And set on to the journey for my brand new office. All through my journey , I could hear the stories of yesterdays IPL game , the shuffle in the point table , the sound of the old lady somewhere chanting her daily Hanuman mantra dissolved in the other sound of child crying , conductor asking for ticket . While the regular guy whose headphones echoed the sound out from his ears and mouth as well . Also I could not miss the engine sound going with you as you travel in motion with the bus . But there is so much in life that you could hardly hear this sound. Its almost there , but still you cant hear it.Besides this I also cant forget the Airoli bridge , Wherein i saw the lake passing through beneath the bridge .And the most congenial part of it was the panoramic view wherein the bus is exactly at the mid of the bridge and you could almost get a view where the sky dissolves into water .the whole scene appears to be one body ,as one soul no difference created .That moment is such a great pleasure for eyes . But the moment lasts for few seconds and the bus passes through. From long time I had been planning to take my camera and come over that mid way to capture an early morning snap on a weekend.But its still something that's been in the plan list and i have yet to do that .
                  As and when the days passed , I could get familiar  few similar faces . Regularly halting at their destined spot, as usual . And among such men i eventually got to make a friend , a good friend i would say. He also worked at the business park, i guess .Taking the bus from airoli depot , he used to sit aside of me. Then we used to talk at times , discuss the tales of cricket , exchange songs , in fact i was amazed when he said he too liked  The Beatles  .We got well acquainted .But then after quite some months he didn't turned on  and then I realized neither i knew his name nor his number

                     But besides all of this fun fair in the bus , there was a girl. Whom i used to observe. In fact she was indeed like the moon I use to observe during the nights, when i was a kid . As i walked , unknowingly the moon used to follow me . It was there some where in the sky with me , without me also . creating a some kind of mischief in my mind. After a few quite observations . I could get that , she took the bus at the old age home stop and get down at the business park Which was indeed my stop also .She was like that kind of girl whose first sight made my heart slip through . I had never felt so great about girls before. Her face was as pure like the rose petal floating in the milk, while her hair were as smooth as silk. I could literally sense that without even getting a touch of them . Indeed i feel this was some kind of thing that i might be hyperbole , but then it was like that..At times i even sit behind her or somewhere near to her , where she used to sit. And it was then, that i heard her voice for the first time . And i came to know that she was Maharashtraian , i guess she had been speaking with her mother .
         She said, ''ho ga aai pakka yete lavkar , tujha birthday aahe mahit ahe mala '' and then she smlied for long seconds and kept the call.Nowadays i could get a clear glimpse of her , It was something that i started enjoying .
                 Some times in life we really don't know, if we want the person whom we like or love should love in return of it . Or be a sort of couple .After a couple of months of clear , unclear , uni-clear observation, i even used to get a seat aside of her. It was just then my mind would get excited and start jumping with random thoughts like,will she talk with me ? should I ask her name ? will she even concern who I am ? Does it makes sense for a girl like her to accept such kind of strange friend requests in a bus , and what not.
                I literally used to waste the whole sessions . All this thoughts used to stop me having a conversation with her, being a friend with her.
               But later as the days rolled I applied for TCS and got a call . And routine changed then , the office is at andheri . And now when i recall these days , I fell no necesscity of being in love with her .In fact all and all in this process I came to know that ,what i wanted was not her being mine. But it was how deep love could be .
               For me , I never had a true love ( I don't feel to call a 'girlfriend' herein) until i met nitisha.and got well acquainted with her.Things changed then.I didn't even know the name of lady in the bus , and i have no idea if we ever will pass our roads . But then there would be a memory, that she made  my bus journey interesting . 

naming ceremony- live a moment.

the bell rang and it was ashish , our tenant who had been living for a couple of months in my brother in laws home . Which was just two or three blocks away from us , no so far but in the same plot in same society .It was just that ashish his wife sumita and their newly born son were living at the first floor and the ground was occupied by my sister and her husband. A typical mhada row housing , one plus one type.
        i opened the door , he asked , is there anyone at home ?
yes i said and let his way into the room .we never did spoke also we never had a conversation.
        he said , majhya mulacha barsa aahe .. ya ho ..(my sons naming ceremony is there so come ) and greeted us with small cards . He had two cards one for my sister and one for us , for my sister as they were the land lords and the separate one for our family. Luckily my sister had just been there at our home only this  made his job easier .
        I asked purposefully , so whats the name of your kid. ?All laughed and smiled even he replied .. aree tech tar vaishishtya aahe tya divsacha .( that is only the specialty of that day).Actually to say this naming ceremony had been a very old and long living tradition which we Hindus are following from many generations . every new kid after born is named after few days ,wherein all the members of the family try being present and give there blessings to the young one welcoming him/her to their family by naming them on this day
          Finally the evening came where we had to go to attend the ceremony, but the question was the money envelope to be given. Herein we take a amount this amount gradually increases or decreases as per the relations we have with the person.To say giving 400 to them was something my father didn't meant right . He said , ashi paishyachi udhalpatti kashala ( why do bless so many money ) while we don't have much inherit relations with them. its in fact they should be the one who should be paying you , i guess their last months rent. My father questioned to my sister. But my sister was like the generous type she said its we who should help them as they are just couple in this city with no one to come forward and help.
           and what about their personal relatives who are coming to have a free meal.? my father questioned again.So yes they are coming for a free meal and we have to lend a helping hand, my sister insisted.
            But my father still defended what is the meaning behind two 'lifafe' envelopes, and my sister again replied they gave two cards na dada .And they went on further nothing much to speak .I had always been a listener and was doing that job only.
            So to just summarize the whole thing is that how people living in these small niches and corners of city actually spent a day or so in their life .Thinking about other body except for us at times and even arguing at a positive level with their own family men and coming to a point a point which every men shall not satisfy with. How the naming ceremony in India is considered so auspicious and is done by gathering of the whole community.Rather than in states wherein they have to name the fellow as and when he is born .Well for me its this small things in life that make our life a bigger than we expect we live a moment that cannot be cherished anytime else .

P.S: The boy was named Kevin , again a thing to be amazed for a marathi to be named as Kevin how shall it sound when spelled . well that's the whole scene adapting something new as we grow..

Mamledar-Tc office-home (bombay)

         As we had planned to go at the Mamledars in thane a very short and all the time busy with people with some rush in their minds. Me, nikhil, reu, kaustubh and kevin had been to this place many times but for niyati it was the very first time that the would be visiting a hub like this , and i guess she didn't was very impressed with the place .Its like if she had not been there would had not mind much by then.Well we ate their misal paav , as every one at every table did ,also that misal was the most famous delicacy of that hotel.So all an all we ate chaar thika and two light wale misal (to mention those two light were what i and niyati ordered which were the most left in the last) plus teen half lassi.So we did ate kaustubh was the one who coughed a lot while eating , don't know was it the oil or red chillies that made him cough.As we moved kevin introduced us to Shimla juice waale , again a road side joint it was some what i remember the guy selling and singing as well in bandra station.So i had a sip of chikoo ka juice as kevin bought and so did kaustubh. It costed 20 a glass .

                         
 Kevin and other guys had always been flamboyant  while taking ticket and neither did the ticket checkers at Navi mumbai bothered to chech the ticket , except for vashi I suppose .But i went throught my way, i had coupons . I readily punched a 5 ka coupon .
 *rush*rush*
people sticking each other in the stairway
*rush*rush*
Platform No : 6 CST 5:58....
As i saw the indicator i gushed down the stairs again at platform no 6.
Just then when the train came i hopped in it. I was so very happy that i could get a train so easily.For a moment i did thought to ask where shall Mulund come? But then i was sure on myself that it would come where i expected.It was all silent for few minutes and all i could see few people standing hanging on the doors , there hairs waving with the wind .Releasing all the summer from the head in the evening.
                         But just as the wind was passing i could even see that mulund station had passed by , and i could get that i had been to a fast train . It was second time that i had been to a fast train unknowingly and and would be stopping at ghatkopar . Somewhere or the other i was getting an intuition that i could get caught by ticket checker.But still i believed my luck and went to the bridge to take the ticket for mulund and get back home as quickly as i could.But what i could see was a ticket checker. He stopped me askd for ticket, all i could show him some coupons were the one from thane to mulund of 5 rs the coupon was falling short of 1 rs ,While he told me to wait there was even another guy who was being caught , he was pleading like a hell lot he wanted to go some where and was frequently getting call , he said.While my expressions were , like a boss.Once me and my friend had discussed among ourselves that we never get caught by TC and all the time we have tickets , and just then I had said the day when we don't have naa that day only shall mark the day where the TC catches you .And today was that day.
        He took us to the TC office a slope behind the ticket counter at platform no 1 at ghatkopar station .It was room 3*5 i suppose covered with flooring tiles placed on the wall for about 1 feet as we see in udipi hotels painted with rusted yellow . A table at the center made of glass while a few other caught like me by the tc who were sitting on a wooden bench made of wooden battens . Also there was anotehr table where a man was sitting drinking tea and having a smiley yet questionable conversation among themselves , i could not get the language what they were speaking .
       The TC made a bill of about 254 rs from the man who was pleading and who was caught by me . They argued , tc took his wallet and without his permission snatched 254 bucks from it.After a lot of time he felt his pleading not successful and surrendered.He took his receipt , the tc told that now its not necessary to take atikcet and this recepit would act as a ticket till the midnight . No worry now you are a free bird.He told him and turned to me ,
 TC: kya bhai tumhare koi aa rahe hai kay ??? kidar hai paise ??
Myself : haan abhi call kiya hai .. aa hi rahe hai .. !!
TC : accha jaldi kar ... !!
            And then there was another man in mid 20s , welder of iron by profession he said when asked by another man from the group of TC's .
   CHIEF TC : kya batao abhi kya karne ka tumhare saath ?
   man(welder): sahab .. chod do .. iss shere mein humaara koi nhi hai .. rehem kar do
 
while they exchanged few words of concession , another guy from team of TC uninterrupted and said,
aree give him the 17 no ka form .Tell him to fill in that , che mahine (six months) jail mein rahega toh free ka doo time ka khaana bhi naseeb ho jayega .. waha kaam kar ne ki bhi jarurat nahi .He was indeed explaining how benefit he had in the cell of the jail rather than living in the city all alone and working.The man sat aside sweating.
             Infatct there were many people around trying doing some sort of jugad and all . Calling some friends calling at their homes. There was this boy , 7 th std he said . When the Tc asked him.He had a story that he was going to kurla to return a book to his friend , but then the Tc said ,
''ab jaa kurla ke jail mein hi tere baap ko aane bol , yaha pe kuch nahi hoga tera''
             All the while the time was passing , there were talks among themselves over tea,about how the kids dont tell their parents if they get caught and all the other talks regarding their personal issues.
             But all i could find a way from all this was, i too k my Louis I Kahn book from my bag and was reading it . At times they do ask what you do and others things as in where you stay what yoou dad does. I was just waiting so some one may ask me , and i shall say architecture.
             Reintroduction of mass ........ the hard , exposed structure of kahn's gallery , which harboured exposed utilities , did not go unnoticed abroad as a departure from the smootehr, seamless volumes of orthodox modernism...just where i stopped and cloed the book.I had messaged my sister and told her to get the money and come here at ghatkoapr . she was on her way by then .
      She is at mulund , I told the TC who caught me as he asked me is there on the way to pay for receipt ?
As time passed on it had been 20 mins i was waiting in the room.Just then another boy was caught and bought , well he did had his own story about some visit to a doctor who does practice or visits once in a month to the city.He was even ready to keep his mobile , but e did wanted to go to doctor as fast as possible.I would say he also did lost the race in pleading before the TC.They did caught hold of him .
     Herein I would mention there were two men , who had been from karjat to mulund .They were adivasis said the man who had come to bail for them.The man and his fellows had adopted a village in karjat and they were celebrating some sort of wedding, so these men where coming from karjat to mulund for this occasion .
The both were telling and explaing their village policy to the officers at the station that , after a while a senoir TC officer said
                 '' jao jara bahar jaake paise deke aao '' i did felt that the people got a bail by bribe lesser than the receipt .So all this was happening around , when suddenly the TC who caught hold of me asked about me.

   TC: tumhare papa kya karte hai .. ?

   Myself: Alok textiles ... vashi-sanpada .. sanpada .ummm .. udahr hi hai kidar toh .. !!

   Other TC: ya ya (nodding affirmative) .. !

   TC : ohh accha its near sanpada - mhape .. !!

  Myself : haan wahi hai shayad .. sanpada-mhape ..

  TC: aap kya karte ho ?? job ??

  Myself: nahi mein toh sikh raha hoon .. architecture first year mein hoon .. !

  TC: aree waah .. firr toh khub kamaoge .. (indicating the money with teh fingers)

         lakho mein kamaoge .. 

 Myself : haan ji shayad .. (with a smile) 

 TC: hmm architecture karo .karo .. accha hai .. design karo.. bahut creative log hote hai woh .. drawing banAte hain .. na ?

 Myself : haan .. (again a smile on face)..

 TC: kidar tak pahunce hai .. tumhare ?? 

 Myself : vikhroli .. bass a a hi jayenge 

 7:15 ... i watch outside the oor frame as i read my sisters message that she had reached to ghatkopar .All the whiel reaching out the doors my eyes in search of my sister again.

In between one TC  lights a cigar .. hold in a very interesting manner as the we hold for a chilum some what those babas full of hairs and hairs at the ghats hold.Stars saying to a boy that see how our parents each not to indulge in bad deeds , we are replicates of our parents ( speaking like being complete high).

            And herein my sister does entry into the picture frame .I stand in pride , i say she is my sister .

The TC rubbing off his cigar with his toes .Says is she ur sister , i say yes ofcourse .

And then he does allround flip. He says why did you made a women came al over here to pay for .

       TC: Itne kast (hardhips) lene ki kya jarurat thi .. !aap mulund se aaye abhi ?

       My sister : ya !!

       TC: aree aapne bata dena chaiye tah naa .. ki unhe aana padega hum kuch adjust kar lete .. khaama kha madam ko yaha aana pada !! pandey ji ab kuch kam kar lete hai .. inhe 150 rs hi dene do.. woh dusra waala bill banao .. 

        My sister : actually usse train ka pata nhi na itna .. galti se fast me chadh gaya woh .. uska colg koparkhairane mein hai .. 

        TC: yaa .. koi baat nahi .. waise bhi woh acche hai .. shant hai khafi .. but he should have said that there what his problem was.. neways accha hai architect kar rahe hai .. lakhoo meiin milenge ... ( again indications of money with his hands ) chalo receipt pe sign kar lo .. aur next tiem se dhyan se chado thiek .. ? baki aap sach mein shant kisam ke ho !!

       Myself : thike ji ... thank you ... 

       Other tc : yeh receipt de raha hoon .. aaj ka ticket nikal ne ki jarurat nah ihai .. accha ..

       Myself: accha !(smile).

So after that got into the train halted at mulund , just went to temple closed and prayed then had a watermelon juice got my issue of timeout mumbai magazine and came home . Coming home and explaining all the way was an interesting part i would say .

           All an all i could conclude that the whole experience was a good one though , in fact i never knew taht if we travel and not pay fine we could be jailed for about 6 months .What if we bribe and let off , whats the fun of experiencing the whole thing done by a right way. Paying all the dues and letting know a few things how people get caught what reasons they make , what do they do when it comes to seriousness.Do people really get jailed for not carrying ticket ? How the public get mild after seeing women in to the whole picture ac in how women got a place in society.It does reflects a lot, such small incidents do let make a lot difference. In fact I m the most happiest, that i got few moments to spent .Other wise i would have just gone off paying bribe or some few amount as bill.

             Your close ones get to know what you are , you gey to know about the city . YOU learn you grow and you live.Well thats how i saw the day today .Right from the Mamaledar  till my small encounter with the TC.

PS: Niayti did mention about her dad at level one , but then the my imagination about him got cleared when she shown me his image from her mobile :P