Floating Thoughts...

My mind has become a placid desert! A desert full of roses.Roses with no thorns!  It feels like, I'm with a caravan which is moving at an enormous pace.
There is lot of water with them but nobody's feeling thirsty..or should I say nobody wants to stop midway to drink some!


When i see them it makes me think,why do they forget...they have a life to live. I think most of them have a fear. A fear which keeps telling them, if u stop,u would never make it!

Fake smiles on their face seldom covers the fear inside their mind.It rules their hearts.This fear is making them lose their sleep. Making them very susceptible to anything that comes their way!

This fear is making them lose d enormous amount of ecstasy which life has in store! An ecstasy that can defeat this fear at its own will...but..nobody is opting for it! Seems like they have befriended this fear for lifetime!


I wonder. Yeah, I do wonder. Will they ever choose ecstasy over fear?


-Chetan Shetty
 Friday, 13th March 2012
 Shanghai

The Shanghai Diaries-The Beginning!

Here I am, after some real long time writing out my mind. The coming few write ups will be dedicated to my stay in Shanghai, which is a new york of east for me!
Things were not all smooth, and i had to watch out for the rose while avoiding the thorns. But certainly, I have started developing a liking for this city as the time progresses.
Well, what you will read next is something direct from a page out of my life.
It was a regular Monday, when I get a call from my manager. Next few lines, were something I never expected. "Chetan, are you willing to work In china?", I said, "what?"

Thoughts started running in my mind. I mean China, the land with a bunch of hostile people with no communication skills.
They eat with sticks. It seems their ancestors got a hard deal when evolution was planned.Their eyes, looks like they always sleep...



My manager on the other side of the phone," Hey are you there?" I said, "yes very much.Don't you have some good deals for me?"
Come on, China????



Manager replied,"No openings for Europe buddy, you have to wait". I said,"I can certainly".
My manager, with his grinning smile, "I need to search for someone else then"


I replied,"Ok".

Next few days it was all Shanghai, china, shanghai, china. The google, the atlas, what they eat, how will they understand me, how would be my life.
Can I pull this one off?
Lot of consultations with senior colleagues, family members, the money factor etc etc. Finally, I made a descion considering just one thought which struck
my mind which I still remember,
"Treat Every opportunity as the only opportunity. You never know what's next"



Next day I walk into my manager's cabin. "I'm willing but for how long?". He replies,"1 year but you need to confirm availabilty for atleast 6 months".
I said,"Ok, deal".



For a boy, who has lived away from his family only for 4 odd months, it was a big desicion! All that came to my mind was.. Boy, its gonna be tough.
But you need to pull it off!


And thus starts the undesired voyage...to the land of the chinese!


..next up, The Shanghai Diaries- First Taste of the Chinese Hospitality

Something About Love....!

Love...


Ahh surely its a wonderful feeling, where two hearts nurture their dreams with utmost care. Strange enough, I never understood the fact that inspite of knowing pratical scenarios,still they maintain a sense of belief in their thoughts and I respect it.


No wonder they live in their own world,where they either ignore real-time facts or tend to ignore the same. Love is very strange for many reasons. Firstly,love cannot be planned,it just happens. Secondly,one can never search for love,it comes to you.


But with love comes varied and diverse nature of the two individuals.With these two things comes adjustments which many a people succesfully manage, while some just blow it off. Taking love to a distance is no mean joke. It passes through some real tough tests of life and it either hardens the soft thread between two persons or breaks it like there was none.


Managing a partner is no different than other aspects of management but in this case the stakes are too high. You enjoy all the pros but you crib about the cons whereas people who succesfully lead a relationship, strike a perfect balance between the two.


Dreams are beautiful,but when your dream turns to reality,there is nothing in this world like it.Lucky are those who have transformed their love into a sacred union called marriage.Hats off to them!


P.S: Blog dedicated to one of my friend who recently got engaged to the person whom she loved :-)




A rendezvous with my soul!

I Wish,

I wish to fly beyond horizons

where no man has ever been

I Wish,

I wish to tame my horrid emotions,

which no senses can ever feel

I Wish,

I wish to be criticized with all notions,

yes i'm so very keen

I Wish,

I wish to be loved with no conditions,

right to love,heart craves for

I Wish,

I wish this world accepts a human,

with all his pros,with all his cons

I Wish,

I wish beautiful things remain the same,

intact it remains with utmost fervour

I Wish,

I wish,no wish,wants to remain a wish

this soul is innocent,hope it remains the same...

The fight with sleep

The sun is just out. Birds are chirping loud. Everything has arrived at my doorstep. Milk,Newspaper all ready.

It's one hell of a fight. Yeah the clash of the titans.

It tries its best not to allow me to move.

I try,I fail.

I try again,I fail again.

It manages to keep me subdued.It manages to dominate me.Yeah it has got support of external forces too.

Finally i try my best, with full determination, maximum effort, defying all opposition and force.

Yes i won. Belive me it was tough. I'm still feeling the after-effects. Mine was the knock out punch. But i'm sure it will try again tommorow with new set of forces.

But today i was the winnner. I will cherish the defining moment.

Yes i woke up finally!

THE ASSASINATOR-I

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional with no resemblance to persons dead or alive. If otherwise,its purely co-incidental.

I was born in the Dorchester neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts, the youngest of five children, with siblings Jack, Jim, nathalie, Mike.

Iam of Swedish, Irish, and French Canadian ancestry. My mother, karty joseph, was a bank clerk and nurse's aide, and father, Joseph Edward , was a Teamster who worked as a delivery driver. My parents divorced in 1973. I had a Catholic upbringing and attended Even Square High School (but never graduated) on Ashley Street in Even Square in Boston.

As a teenager, I stole cars, abused drugs and alcohol, and got into fights.At fifteen, I was amongst a group who threw rocks at a group of African American school children on a field trip while shouting racial epithets.The following year, I robbed a pharmacy while I was under the influence of PCP. During the commission of the crime, I used racial slurs. I knocked one middle aged Vietnamese man unconscious and permanently blinded another in one eye before I was arrested by the police.I was tried as an adult and charged for attempted murder. Pleading guilty to the lesser charge of assault,I was sentenced to two years in

jail at Boston's Woodstock Island House of Correction, of which I served 45 days. In yet another incident, At the age of 21, I fractured the jaw of a neighbor in an unprovoked attack.

I was not bad. It was just that I didn't know what I should do in life. I ran away from home at the age of 22,after my father beat me up for my wrong doings. I was hungry that day. I was shivering with cold. Unable to bear the hunger, I decided that I will steal food from a neighbourhood eating joint.

I was almost successful in my attempt but a sturdy man caught me up, with my collar and started abusing me. I was frightened. I picked up a stone nearby and smacked it on his head. He started bleeding and got unconscious.I don't know what happened next. I ran away from that place.

After roaming around for 2 days I met a man named Francis.He was a black man, very tall with a robust built.He took me to a shabbily managed room where a group of men were playing cards. I was told to prove myself to get into the gang. I was given a 'Target' and was told to eliminate it in 1 days time.

Yes they called them the 'Target'. Their job was to eliminate the 'Target' at any cost. They were never given the information about the targets.If one fails, he had to lose his life.I agreed as I saw no other life for me.

I was successful. They cheered me and welcomed me into their gang.

Yes i was called

"THE ASSASINATOR"
to be continued......

Sometimes, we need to defy logic

"It's a Boy",a voice of a girl, dressed in an attire of a nurse, in a TV advertise knocked my ears. I peeped up my head like an ostrich and got glued to the T.V set.

Yes it was the bajaj pulsar advertisement in the year 2003. Its big robust fuel tank with round headlights amazed my eyes like what a choclate does to girls!

I knew i wanted that.

I went to dad and politely said, "Dad i want that bike".

Dad thundered,"Son,I think you are supposed to study. Stop running behind material things. They won't be with you forever"

For a 17 year old like me it hardly mattered what things are and what material things are!

I made a frowning face and straightaway ran to mom. I knew mom is the person who will make dad do it for me.

But my dad was a tough nut to crack. My dad always believed that all things should be done at a proper age and i was not even of driving age.I might lose my way and get distracted and eventually studies would suffer.

He was right in his own way but i differed big time. I wanted it in any case. I stopped talking with everybody at home. My little sis came to me and said,"Stop it anna,u are acting like a small kid"

I didn't budge and finally after 2 days of silence, i got my desire.

Wow! what a feeling it was when i drove it for the first time.

Now exactly after 6 years I was in a dilemma. My bike was ageing and after a few more years it would become a scrap. So it was nothing but logical to sell it off.

Last saturday i went to my bike,had a quiet look at it,moved over my hands on it and said, "No, I can't do this to you. I got you after so much of struggle".

I kick started it, went to the garage and totally revamped it, So what if it cost me some fortune. It was a logically foolish but sometimes in lyf you have to defy logic!

I love it much more now. I get that royal feeling. I feel like god!

"Old is gold,never to be sold"

Some days back,this thought was just a statement made by some profound thinker!

I never thought the memories associated or the feeling attached with a material can be so strong. But its a fact. After all we are humans and we have a heart,which feels! :-)