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my garden tails (tales)!!

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I never ever thought the backyard of my house has so much that i was unaware of. These are some of the visitors i tried to capture. I really wish i knew there names. when i find time i surely try to find out. as of now just introducing u to "My Garden tails" :) If i had a better cam may be an SLR the snaps wud have been more intresting. :(

It’s just green

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My last Sunday was too good. No no I didn’t go for any picnic or something. Actually I didn’t have any weekly off and had to go for work even on Sunday. So u thinking as to how come that makes it to be nice Sunday right? I’ll tell you. .. Actually I woke up at 5:30am unlike my weekdays when I wake up by 7:00am reason being I had a site visit to go for and the site was no where nearby but it was in Puna. Yeah!! now u know why did I wake so early. So there our journey starts to puna at 7am in the morning from Andheri .in office car with one of my colleague (sir’s wife). But it was wired cos even after waking up so early (unlike my other Sundays when I wake up by 10 or 11) I was very happy just to be out on Sunday morning cos there was no crowd in the train, on the roads, it seemed like everything belonged to me and I was the only one there. Felt very refreshing to see Mumbai roads without traffic. Like u know me , the moment I got into the back seat next to mam I started talking cos j...

GIRLY..GIRLY

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“GIRLS” what’s the first thing which comes to ur mind after this world? The physical factor, or the girly factor in her?...What defines a girl?. Physical things are natural but according to my observation, the girly factor plays an important role too. Now talking about girly factors, what does it exactly mean? or what all do fall under the name of “those girly factors”. Hmm let me think.. One most important would be the style, style in walking, dressing, talking as well as expressions. Now u would ask expression also has style, I would say yeah it does, for example I did hear many girls using word “isshh!!” (from movie devdas). And I wondered how natural that was. Or like people assume color PINK to be the girls favorite one. and every time I go for shopping the first color shop fellow shows me would be pink, n have to request him to show anything but pink, then he gets this big question mark on his face as if I m an alien or pink was the only color in his shop.. Dressing up putting up...

Whats "Love"

Something intresting i came across..enjoy.. A group of 4 to 8 year-old Children was asked, "What does love mean?" The answers they gave were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. What is Love???* --"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday" (Tina - age 7) --"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." (Clare - Age 5) --"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." (Billy - age 4) --"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.. That's love." (Rebecca - age 8 ) --"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." (Chrissy - age 6 ) -...

the BMC toilet story..

Venue: Worli BMC (Architectural) office. Time: 1:15pm Me and my clique. Both of us sitting at deputy architects table. Waiting for him to come back n give us our file and get our work done. It’s been three odd hours that e are in this office. We have submitted drawings for one project and today was the meeting. Meeting was done with and we are waiting for the approval. it’s a lunch time and I m hell hungry m cursing the officer in my mind with all the possible bad words I know. I waited for 10 more min and told Brijesh (my clique) that I will go and get freshen up a little. When I search for ladies toilet I came to know . in an BMC architectural office, there they have gents and ladies toilet on different floors. Amazing isn’t it. Me being on the second floor and second floor having just gents toilet. What an amazing design. I had to come to 1 st floor. I entre the loo n open the tap Bhuussshh…!! All the water drained on my feet cos the wash basin had no pipe at its bottom, it ...

my 1st intro as an "ARCHITECT"

Sitting in the office and thinking as to why am I working here , why am I a part of this office. All this is going on in my mind, sitting at the lunch table munching one bite. And the phone rings its sir’s call for me. Sir: “Darshana I have an urgent meeting. My laptop is in office itself. So come down and give me that laptop. I need it. I m at U.D.RI...” Me: “ok sir, I’ll be there in sometime”. Call ends. What the hell !!. Is that may job to deliver ur laptop. Where ever u r? Being an architect in ur office is that what m I suppose to do? But knowing the fact that I m the only one at that moment in the office who knew where is UDRI and who is linguistic enough to reach there. Unlike the kerla guys in my office. Even all the helping staff was out of office for some work or the other. So it was obvious that even when I didn’t want to step out of a good chilled office room to outside 38’c temperature at 1:30 in the noon, I had to. With all those feeling I had to leave office and for sure...

its just me now..

“What an attitude” that was my 1 st impression on her. I don’t know whether I was showing attitude or I was little reserved. in 1 st few months we were just casually together. No friendship, no rivalry, nothing. By the end of 1 st year things changed a little and by 2 nd year we were great friends. Both of us were really different from each other. Neither our likings were same nor our interests, but still there was a bond between us, which held two different people together. She was my true mentor. There were lot of bad things in me, She was the one who pointed it out to me and made me improve myself in many aspects. She was too adorable and the sensible one in two of us. We gave each other shoulders, we gave each other slaps.   We giggled together, we shared things. She came and shared all possible small details of her personal life with me so did i. she was all crazy stupid, so I was. Then like the way seasons change and there is summer after winter,time being the reason. Here th...