The week that was not pleasant...

Hi,

I want to start With an update on the trip to Garmische trip. When we were in the peak for the first time, we met one American couple..who were pretty old...Around 60 Years....But they were so young at heart..It was one of the nice conversation I had recently with a people of different nationality. They were from Michigan..The Lake Michigan..They had come to Europe by flight and from there they had rented a car. Just by operating on GPS and the paper maps they wanted to cover entire Europe within 15 days...They were on a holiday for 15 days..Phew!! I was just awed by the energy they had...At their age, we would be not able to tour even our house...from bathroom to bedroom...:).....And how close they were....pulling each others legs in their conversation and laughing out loudly...Livng their life to the fullest....We all happened to meet there at the hill top with thick fog covered...With each others face barely visible....We all came down and introduced ourselves...Uncle was with one university from past 32 years ..(like college principal) teaching students until high school...Aunty was also with the same institution...Knowing we are Indians..He said he has the highest respect for Indians...The way we work..The hunger we have in ourselves to excel....He said in his university, all the bright students are Indians..and he feels the younger America is not fit for anything...they want to enjoy life....They take life so easy...All they want is a sagging jeans and a t-shirt and roam around in their car...I felt very proud..I just spoke about how Americans live in big big Villas even though they will be alone...how they waste food by dumping them in the huge huge refrigerators....how different it is in India and how conservative we are when it comes to expenses..The middle class attitude towards life...saving for tomorrow...anticipating something bad....They found that topic so relevant...and aunty was laughing they were also staying in some huge villa...on a lake side...where they can boat to lake Michigan from that small lake....We talked about all the places in Europe..It was a nice, warm chat for half an hour..And we all took the cable car down to Eibsee together.....They have so many places to visit..13 days more to go...they walked away holding each others hand....bidding bye to us..I just see them awed from far till they are gone out of sight...I was awed only for the love they had for each other....These days(the mobile zamaana), a person gets tired of loving a person for 2 years....They start telling, we have grown up..I dont see you the same way you were....realtions have changed..we have reached a new level .....blah blah!! For I believe love should spread on to ages....each day it should get intense...each day love should be loved in a different way.....not the days..not the distance should ruin the very word love....else its not love...its just a compromise.....a compromise to lust....Relationships take years to build and nurture and understand.Even the slightest deviation in the conduct as a code for the people concerned, results in grievous harm to it . No two people were the same or otherwise are the same, once they step into a similar brain. The practicality of all this may not be too appealing to all sections of society and for that an expression of disgust may enter the brian. But eventually all works out fine, provided your balance of attitude remains constant ; calm, tolerant and exuding good will.....But nowadays changing love or feelings is as easy as a prepaid number...It can be changed anytime...

With that, I am counting my days here ....to come back to India...I want to see my house being constructed ...The terrace is being laid now....I am so excited....When I was leaving to Germany, all there was a broken tiled house...I had this dream of constructing a good house and see my mother walking around in that.....without a wrinkle on her forehead of rain drops hitting her head....and the house being blown away in the wind...her sleep too...And my father sitting and reading newspaper without any worries on his shoulders...I hope I am a good kid..I hope they are happy about me....And I want this dream to be complete atleast.......Though many of my dreams lie shattered in my mind like my tiled house there...Even the mess is so much in my mind...huge pile...I cant clean it anymore..So walking with that mess....the dump...in my mind...Though its heavy....

Last weekend was IPL weekend, where I spent the whole two evenings on IPL....Had taken internet connection broadband WLAN just for that sake and was happy watching them sopcasted onto my laptop...Though the sopcast was delayed by 2 mins from the livecast..But I wanted to watch Kumble...I wanted to watch Dravid....These are the iconic people every youngster should follow....The dignity..The dedication..The humbleness..The Target..The Grit...The Patience...The Result....Not Ranbir Kapoor or some MTV roadie.....I was just so excited about the Finals....Royal challengers almost making there,,,,Kumble taking 4 wickets..And the score restricted to 148 ....Everything was dream....but we lost it...We lost it....:( I could not believe...BUt Yet I am proud of Royal Challengers ..they really have put up show as a team....except for Robin Utthappa....He is just not playing cricket anymore....atleast he did not try...I am sad for that...

And 3 days went just like that.....I was waiting so eagerly for 27th of May....The big match of UEFA cup...Barcelona Versus Manchester United.....I am a big fan of Barcelona...Messi...Xavi...Iniesta...I was just going crazy....Everyone in europe are crazy, mad about football..They can leave their jobs, wife and kids for the sake of it....SO every restaurant was telecasting the same on a big screen and with a beer.....Hope If I was a drunkard..I would have watched a match drinking a beer in a bierGarten.....and the whole city was pumped up for the action..I can see a Ronaldo in each ones face and Messi in some others...I was even excited...I support Barca for a noble cause..They are the only team who does not have a sponsor and the money they earn shall go to UNICEF...I was watching with so much tension inspite of having high fever...and tears rolling out of my eyes due to the high temperature...The first goal by ETO D...and the second goal by Messi....It was soooooooper thrilling....After the match I was so convinced that Barcelona won the match....Had a superb sleep galloping one paracetamol......

Two days went just like that in the office..and The long weekend..We had holiday on June 1st..my birthday....Saturday was my shopping day..Where I loaded my wallet with 300 Euros and set on a mission..with people list in my pocket..There were 18 entries..So..My aim was to strike off each entry buying something for them....Bought some stone necklaces and ear rings to my sisters...Sweaters to my nieces..Jackets to my brother-in-laws....I was so tired on that day...And I bought a very cute pearl thing and a ring in that shop..Thats for someone special who is going to come in my life..I will keep for her...Advanced buying haah :)....

Sunday , we had been to Franken Stadion where there was a football match of NurenBerg..We did not get any tickets though...BUt looking at the people and the craziness...I was so awed...And late in the afternoon I just relaxed at home watching movies...'ITalian job', 'Enemy at the gates', 'Home Alone', 'Finding Nemo', 'Shrek'....And was missing my friends so much..So so much......because it was going to be my Bday next morning....Lasst year my friends had given me a surprise visit at around 11:45 and we had cut cake and celebrated my Bday ..may be first time in my lifetime....That was so special.....I was missing them a lot...And Monday, my friend Anand was the first person to wish me...Followed by Teja..Aravind, Harsha and Latha....Then I had called my parents, sisters....And I did not keep a step out of my room that day....cooked some junk food and ate it.....So it was a sad sad Bday.....The song which I was listening was and was apt for the moment..

Kyun Kisi Ko Vafaa Ke Badle Vafaa Nahin Milti
Kyun Kisi Ko Duaa Ke Badle Duaa Nahin Milti
Kyun Kisi Ko Khushi Ke Badle Khushi Nahin Milti
Ye Pyaar Mein Kyun Hotaa Hai ..Ye Pyaar Mein Kyun Hotaa hai

Kyun Kisi Ko Vafaa Ke Badle Vafaa Nahin Milti..
Ishq Kitnaa Rulaaye Saari Duniyaa Bhulaaye
Beqaraari Badaaye
Chain Ek Pal Na Aaye
Log Ishq Mein Kyaa Se Kyaa Hue
Mil Gaye Kabhi Phir Judaa Hue
Bas Khizaan Mili Is Bahaar Mein Umr Kat Rahi Intazaar Mein..
Kyun Kisi Ko Hansi Ke Badle Hansi Nahin Milti
Kyun Kisi Ko Vafaa Ke Badle Vafaa Nahin Milti

Ye Pal Kahin Thahraa..Nahin Yaadon Pe To Pahraa ..
Nahin Jab Davaa Se Bhi Zakhm Na Bhare ..Aise Haal Mein Socho Koi Kyaa Kare
Kyun Kisi Ko Khushi Ke Badle Khushi Nahin Milti
Kyun Kisi Ko Vafaa Ke Badle Vafaa Nahin Milti
Ye Pyaar Mein Kyun Hotaa Hai Ye Pyaar Mein Kyun Hotaa Hai

The special day had gone just like that....And it was too normal to me.....So June 1st had gone on a sad note...So one more year of struggle...Since I have cried on a birthday.....Its sad
“ People are made to be loved and things are made to be used. The confusion arises in the world when “people are used and things are loved”.

I am struggling a lot to finish off my assignment which I have to before I come to India..So going late to room...its Europe or Mars..we Indians are Indians...Going late to home is our routine....:)...

Waiting for this weekend to get over..The next weekend I will be in Shimoga....Hope nothing like the Air France accident happens...where 250 people will be flying over the vast Atlantic ocean and suddenly they vanish..Wrecks falling on to the ice cold water....phew!! :(

And as usual my one poem:
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Kanninna ghaajina mele iruva kanassugalella..
Chooru chooragi kanna chucchutiralu...
kanna haniyondhu kannige saanthwaana needuvanthe moodidhe...

Idhe kannina ghaajina mele iruvaa ninna pratibimbha.
kanna terevaa kshanadalella chandrananthe udayisi...
Adhara beladingalaaa belakinalli naa nadeyuthiddhe......

Kannadiyelli indhu moodidha nanna pratibimbave nanna aatmeeya..
naa aluvaaga thaanu nondhu atthu..
nanna kanna haniya jaadannu thaanu hididhu...
nanna appikondu nintidhe...

One more:
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There are sometimes when I don't want to see you

There are sometimes when I don't feel like talking to you

There are moments where I feel like choking you

After all those times you made me cry.

Because you made me suffer for a long time.

When all my wounds were healed, you had to
come and open them apart.

So thanks to you, I have a broken heart.

So please, stop coming along because next time
I'm going to rip you apart.

one more:
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Thu khudaa hai meraa, meraa imaan hai
ishq karnaa teraa mujhpe ehsaan hai
tu subah kaa ujaalaa mere vaaste
tu mere vaaste dilnashin shaam hai
tere dil mein Thikaanaa rahe umr bhar
phir kisi aashiyaane ki parvaah nahin
aye meri zindagi tu mere saath hai



Love,
Shashank