Padharo

Hi Preeti,

I am sorry to be late this time ! he he...So good to see you here! Welcome you to my blog. Thank you so much for liking it. Would be looking forward to your valuable feedback and suggestions! Please feel free...

Padharo..


Love n Peace,
Rahul :)

Painting with Paintbox!

“Fill the Life with colors”, many must have heard this, but I got a chance to do it, quite literally! Jignasa (curiosity), thats how I stumbled upon this lovely event. A few days ago, a friend of mine sent me an invite for an event on facebook and the moment I saw it, I was mesmerised by it, not because it was something different, but because it was something special, heart touching, something to which I connected instantly. An organisation called “Paintbox” was organising an open event at my school. They were going to paint the walls of certain classrooms in my school with vibrant colors. The moment I learnt about it, my heart said “Wow!” I felt it’s such an opportunity, how many do get the chance of doing it?!

Then I called up the authority of Paintbox to register myself as a volunteer and that’s how I met this lovely lady, Jignasa. I knew that they were going to paint the walls but once I reached there and learnt more about the event, it even made me even happier to know that such compassionate beings do exist! The event was not just about painting the walls of a school, but to make the students of the same school to do so. Paintbox, with help of a faculty and the parents, pointed out a group of students who are notorious in school and not really disciplined. The painting of walls was just a way to make those students respect their school and to bring about discipline and a sense of ownership for the school space in those kids. And I was deeply touched by this idea! Education and arts have been two things that have always been close to my heart and to see those two colours blend in such a smooth shades, creating a beautiful blend was a delight to my soul.



Not only Jignasa, but her family too was part of this and they were such lovely souls to meet. Just as I entered the school, I introduced myself and then I was paired up with one of the students, Khalil to do the wall painting, I had to paint the walls orange. I was handed over the paintbrush and Khalil, a roller! I painted the colour with brush and Khalil instantly evened out the colour using the roller while the colour was wet. And he did this job brilliantly! I didn’t even realise that those kids where so notorious! In that space they seemed such disciplined kids and they were doing their job quite astutely. And well, I forgot to tell one thing about the concept, the volunteers were not only paired with the kids to just paint, but they were also supposed to interact! And he he, not only was it asked to do so, during the lunch break, Jignasa also kept questioning the students like teacher(which she was in real sense!), what did they learn, what did they ask and such series of questions. And at no point did she lose her cool nor did the students give her a chance to do so! I never felt that I was sitting there in the classroom with the difficult most set of students of the school!





And then after painting, with memories refreshed, contentment in heart and peace of mind, I left the premises, enchanted by the whole experience. And now I can boast about this to everybody and say,” Yes, I filled the Life with colors!”

Do take a Flight, but do not forget to Alight...

"Dreams"...Life would be so incomplete without them. I can never imagine my Life without any dreams, whether they may be seen with eyes open or closed. They are important and oh so integral part of any one's life. And to keep going in this life, one should pull the carts of their lives with the horses of their dreams. It keeps you inspired.

But when we dream, when we take that flight towards the skies of desires its very important to not forget that what you left behind was the Real and more the time you stay away from it, more the energy it takes from you. Even when a bird flies, it has to alight from time to time. To take rest, to be back where it originally was. To relax and to realize that what it had was Temporary, which has to be left behind.

So do take a flight of your Dreams but with the realization of the Reality and the need to alight. Because even the wings of the dreams need to rest, you never know when will they manifest. Do take a Flight, but don't forget to alight.

Padharo!!:)

Hi Rujuta,

I know I am quite late but I welcome you to my blog, my space. I am glad that you liked it. Keep coming and commenting!!:)

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Love and Peace,
Rahul

Mumbai murmurs - Rickshaw wala

Its been some time since the Marathi song somewhat resembling my title, doing the rounds here in Mumbai (Waat majhi baghtoy riksha wala, ga waat maajhi...*duh..don't know what makes people like that!) but never did I know that am gonna see such a thing happening in front of my eyes and that too, in Mumbaiya style.

People struggle to reach station on time, seeing the empty rickshaws in front of their eyes going, denying the passenger for no apparent reason! After Meter Jam, there was a ripple of protest amongst the public and the sense of duty in the rickshaw wallas. But as it happens normally here in Mumbai, or say in India, people get back to routine after any sort and size of brouhaha and so did our Mumbaikars and the the rude-rickshaw wallas back to their attitude. But never dd I know that it was actually happening. Once a dear friend of mine said, "All men are bastards and all women are bitches" but never did I agree to it. But i didn't know that time, that i am gonna see this.

It happened so that I was waiting for a rickshaw to get in time to the station, the typical Mumbai-morning chaos. Was waiting at a junction. hoping to catch a rickshaw coming from any direction, and there she came!! After a wait of 5 minutes, i was delighted to see a rickshaw coming straight towards me. And as I was just getting ready to enter, Mr Rickshaw walla took another turn at the end time, leaving me scratching my head, wondering what made him do that?!! And within a minute, I got my answer.

A babe was walking towards the signal , towards the junction, but in other direction. And without even her call, Mr Bastard, like a little puppy, went back at the corner of the junction, waiting for her to enter as if it wasn't a rickshaw but his bed. My my.....what was that!!! My eyes were stunned as much as my mind was disgusted of this bastard-ly act.

Now raise a toast my dear rickshaw wallas, here's one more medal on your chest!!#@#@##@


[P.S.: Image is used for representational purpose only. *He's not the bastard I'm talking about!!*]

Padharo !!:)

Hi KK,

Welcome to my space, my blog. I am glad you liked it. Hope to keep up your interest. Keep coming and giving your valuable feed back.

Love and Peace,
Rahul

Padharo !!:)

Hi Ajay,

Welcome you to my blog. Thanks for being a part of it and am glad you like it!:) I hope to sustain your interest. Keep coming (and commenting!!:))

Love and Peace,
Rahul