Tushaar....

Born as Tushaar B Desai …… later rechristened to Rohan Desai ….beacuse my mom feared that the world may call me as TB.

Had almost dropped out of school because I did not want to stay away from my mom. Many people out there dont believe that I have made it to grad school.

I remember being an introvert through school and I hardly used to socialize. I was happy in my little world of studies, cricket and football.

Believed that topping the class was the best thing to do on earth and also believed that praying to God daily morning was good.

There used be many Gods in front of me. I used to discriminate and end up praying to Ganpati who used to be on the left most corner. I felt he was cute.

After a lot of practicing I ended up in the school football team as a 13^th player. I used to carry drinks and glucose at half time. Next year I felt that the team did not deserve me.

Lost the school elections by a huge huge margin. I did manage to get some “ Information and Broadcasting” ministry. You wont believe. My school also had the portfolios of “Human Resource Minister” and “ Finance Minister”.

Moved to Bangalore for my Engineering and my little world changed forever. Hostel was fun and I was never the same again.

Felt it was time I dared to be myself. And from then on I have been a rebel of sorts. I try a lot to think like people and their established beliefs but fail miserably.

I believe in friendship and believe in platonic relationships. And the friends’ list keeps getting longer though at a steady pace.

I listen to my heart and believe that we are here to live new stories.

-- Tushaar

PS: Pritesh tagged me. And I pass it on to Madhavi .

If i could beat time...

For a moment I felt that I should make time stand still..I saw that we
are growinn..Things changing.. It was inertia again..I have so many
people.. And we will not be together again.. De feeling just touched me
and went.. Only if i could have ignored it..

That we all shud be doing something.. Giving each other some memorable
moments before we go places..

We cherish some moments after they pass by.. Some moments never
return.. Time is too strong and the clock's ticking..

The side...

Continuing from my last post... It's difficult to know what exactly happened... Here's a counter argument....
http://www.mkgandhi-sarvodaya.org/fact.htm