Jamaica Farewell.....

Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop

But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

               Jamaica Farewell

Few of my favourite things....." The Sound of Music"

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudel,
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses and blue satin sashes,
Snow-flakes that stay on my nose and eye-lashes,
Silver white win-ters that melt into spring,
These are a few of my favorite things,

When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad.

The Sound of Music

Explore beyond the horizons......
To extend your limitations....

We live only once....
Give it your best shot....

Someone said that the worst thing in life is....
To lie on your death bed...
and look back to see that you have not done nothing worth....

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

The other side...

"Mahatma Gandhi was assasinated on January 30th 1948 by a Hindu fanatic Nathuram Godse".

Thats the only thing we know about Nathuram Godse. Whether he was right or wrong is debatable. But do we know enough to have a debate...... ? We know Mahatma Gandhi... This is the other side of the story... Extracted from Pradeep Dalvi's play " An Assasin speaks".

Nathuram: No. All the faces are unknown. Actually 'unknown' is the wrong word to use in this ... All your faces are very fresh to me...fresh and new. They are, of course, new to me, but mind you, they are not unfamiliar.

The youngsters among you, were not even born at that time. You must have read about me as a Hindu fanatic in the history written by the government. The middle-aged amongst you must be very confused clinging to their parents, who in turn were running around to save themselves from the massacre of Brahmins as the outcome of the assassination -- asking: 'Who is the Nathuram? Why are our houses being burnt because of him?"

But the elders among you... You must remember me! You must have heard about me on the radio. Some of you might have read Agrani, the newspaper run by myself and Nana Apte. Some of you might have attended my meetings and heard my speeches. Some of you may be knowing me directly or might have met me, but must be refusing the acquaintance after January 30, 1948.

Do you know how old I am? eighty-eight, nearly 90! Do you think I am lying, because I look young? Do you know, the mystery behind my youth is my death. My death...it was untimely, but it was heartily accepted!

I was born at the beginning of this century on May 19, 1910. My father Vinayakrao was in the postal service, my mother's name was Laxmi.

Vinayakrao was drawing a salary of Rs 15 per month. He used to spend Rs 10 on his family and send Rs 5 to his parents. Vinayakrao and his wife had three sons, none of them survived. They prayed to God, had their fourth son, Nathuram. Nathuram survived because they were destined to suffer for their young son's death and Gandhi was destined to be assassinated.

The rest of my life was very smooth.

I never stole in my childhood, so there was no question of apologising to my father. I never took a vow of celibacy as I was already practising celibacy. I was moving around the refugee camps and helping the destitute with food and clothes. But I did not wander half-naked because the refugees were naked. I never spun yarn, never cleaned my toilet, never observed silence till I was hanged. There was only one common factor in Gandhi's life and mine. We were both the cause of each other's death. He wanted to live for his principles and I was prepared to die for my principles.

But the interesting part of the biography of Nathuram Godse starts on January 30, 1948. After the assassination of Gandhi.

In a sense, I lived only for 655 days -- from January 30, 1948 to November 15, 1949. But January 30 was an outcome of January 13.

The central government had taken a decision -- Pakistan will not be given Rs 55 crores. On January 13 Gandhi started a fast unto death that Pakistan must be given the money. On January 13, the central government changed its earlier decision and announced that Pakistan would be given the amount. On January 13, I decided to assassinate Gandhi.

- Pradeep Dalvi in the play " An assasin speaks"
http://www.nathuramgodse.com/index.php?playid=1