What Am I ???

  What am I ? A well where everyone can drop their sorrows? What am I a place where you can get free advices ! What am I your friend when you know you need one?  What am I a enemy sometimes to show you  thats not you. What am I a pillow where everyone can rest their heads and cry. What am I a punching bag where everyone can test on their punches. What am I a place where you can experiment with everything you can. What am i a person who will understand others no matter what. What am i a perpetual machine...What am I???


              Did anyone care if i was hurt...Did anyone care...Why would anyone...
  I am the one who understand and the one who cares na so what, i will understand others behavior no matter however they decide to behave with me. Why would anyone try to understand me after all I am the place where everyone can deposit their sorrows but who would care to take that little sorrow lying in my heart. Why would anyone. Who will notice that the pillow is not wet just by their tears but also due to my own. Who will care to see the real motive of being an sudden enemy. Who will care that the punches that they put it might hurt them a little but it hurts me worst.but why would anyone care, I am the one who needs to understand....I am the one...

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A Year After 26/11...

     Remembering those great souls who lost their lifes fighting for our safety...

following are some pictures i received after the 26/11...It was from the rally....hoping this rally yeilded something in a year... if not then no one can save US...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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-Nickhil Patokar

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If I were a baby again

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 4; the fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

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My cute little sister comes running into my room and hurriedly tries to go online through my PC, but the net appears to be down she asks me what should she do...and i just out of curiosity ask her

"Would you like to  be a baby again"...and she says "yeah why not i would love to be a baby again..." and i ask her, "why ???" she says, "Just coz i miss writing those alphabets, however inverted or scary they might have looked but i still like to write them ..i miss them.."and before i could ask her anything more she started writing stuff on the notepad..Which i read after wards and it said...(her own words)

"""I know once we have became big we think that I must become a small child once again , I too think like this. To share my thoughts with you about this i am here.

          When i was small I was studying in mahatma school of academics & sports. I was crying everyday for a chocolate , if my mother won't buy it , I used to tell her if you wont give me a chocolate , I will not go to school , listening this she was suddenly buying a chocolate for me. But now this idea didn't work , my mother tells me first see your teeth's condition and then tell me i want a chocolate .

         I remember , when my mother was coming to pick me I was telling her to buy a   sparkle glass when she was giving that in my hand it was sliping from my hand and it broke downbut still everyday i used to buy one...now i cant....

        I was not completing my homework I was just playing and now if i dont complete my homework my mother goes on shouting complete your homework fast... now i miss writing that alphabets (which were offcourse written keeping in view the mirror and its reflection), numbers and all .

       At night i used to go in the garden of our building taking my favourite doll with me I was not sleeping untill I atleast went once in the garden....but now no time for that...

       Now I think if i will become small child once again I will not like to become big..."""

I thought about her words written above... they were all small little things, if we change one little thing in it the joy of childhood will vanish...the moment you decide to act more wisely, obediently ....you are thinking like a grown up and you are no longer a baby...so i would say..If i were a baby again i would change Nothing...and just Nothing from my childhood...    

  

      

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School Life: Day 1...

      

     Well its years that I started going to school now. Maybe finished the school years too; we all might remember our school friends, the sports periods, calling teachers by inventive names, and every joy and sorrow related to our school life…But we will never ever forget our first day at school.
     Cresent high school that’s what the name of my first school was. Like most of the school timings our school started at 8. now getting up at 7 is one uphill task for persons (friends will place aliens in place of persons here) like me.  But still somehow I managed to get to school at 8. yeah! Parents helped me a lot from waking me up to dropping me to school…but hey its me who got to school.
     As soon as I got inside, a lady instructed the crowd to move up towards the staircase we did or rather I followed everyone else. As soon as I started climbing the staircase, I realized I was not with my parents. I turned back to find them but I could not see anything other than the rush of other students. Horror struck me…I could not see my parents in the near surroundings. This is or was maybe the first time I felt loneliness.    After of around 3 years of contact, this was the first time I was about to leave my Mom. How could I bear with that after all, mom the only person we love during our non schooling childish growth years…although Mom gets replaced by someone else as we grow to become an Adult…But One thing is for sure no one can replace MOM…(Love You MOM…)
     Anyways so here I was standing on the staircase trying to find my mom, and then as the students on the staircase started getting less. I found her, she was there besides the gates with tears rolling down her cheek…and contradicting; finding her was the greatest joy of life. Of that small life…But this joy dint remain for long as some devil lady came to me and took me upstairs. I could not control my tears then. She continuously asked me about which class I was placed but the alien language she spoke, could not be understood by me. So I just stayed there crying…
I forgot when I stopped or why I stopped crying but what I remember is I was shifted from one class to other after every decade or so, as it seemed. Time went by very slowly and then they finally found me the perfect class to sit in...
     After a few more of the decades finally the first day of school was over but not before I met my Mom as she came in to receive me from my classroom…Maybe this joy overtook the previous high that was scored that morning but this dint mattered right then coz I was finally with my Mom… 

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Strangely Scribbled

Sitting in the study cubicle with nothing to do. Eyes were searching for something but the mind was completely at loss to understand want…maybe the eyes were not working for the brain they were working for the inner voice…MAYBE

Finally the eyes located something it was a piece of blank paper; suddenly I picked up a pen and started scribbling on the paper. After a few minutes I stopped. It was the end of the paper could not continue writing…
Now I started glancing backward towards the words I had written. It followed...

DARK! Everything around me was dark. Not a single thing seemed to show any feel of life. Nothing was sharply visible, everything blurred. And still the ray of hope, the ray of light invisible… nothing but complete darkness…

Suddenly everything around seemed to dissolve. And in a matter of second everything around me was in water. Before the fear of not knowing how to swim, could rush into my thoughts …Drowning!!! I was Drowning! …As soon as this happened I started moving my limbs and arms to save myself. But something was not right I could sense it but could not guess what was wrong. Somehow my body was providing all the power necessary but my limbs and arms seized to move. They were Stiff, no movement…

As I tried to reason out what was happening, all of a sudden a faint light started coming up from below me. At last some hope I thought. The light was becoming stronger and broader. During this time as this light started changing I started to feel myself very light. It seemed as if the Newton’s gravity had finally stopped working.

The ray of light was coming from some object. What was it, I wondered. Slowly the object started being visible. It was something very familiar, a thing I looked at everyday. But exactly what was it, why wasn’t my brain working… what was this happening with me.

Shocked with the horror that gripped me…”NO! That cant be possible, Just unacceptable” that were the first words that came out.

The thing that was glowing was a body, and it was me..!!!
But how could that be, me being at two places and slowly I realized all the water around had disappeared sometime ago… I was floating in the air.
Some very weird thought came up in mind…Was I really??? DEAD…

I reread it many times afterwards but could not get, why I wrote it…

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