tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10133582600909560112024-03-13T08:16:12.777-07:00LifePostedits not like a daily updated blog.. its like a person i come n talk to. this is what my blog means to me... i visit it rarely.. but im happy whenever id oo...Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-40900134036277053942016-01-24T21:19:00.001-08:002016-01-24T21:19:45.709-08:00#lifegoals - Okinawa star shaped sand beach<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was reading about this beach in okinawa japan that has star shaped sand.<br />
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Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-7716769173884127322015-01-14T02:04:00.000-08:002015-01-15T00:30:56.163-08:00Mc donalds kicks out a poor kid from their restaurant!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b>10th Jan, 2015</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So I was in pune for a work visit. In
the night we all people decided to visit the Mc Donald's nearby.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We went and got ourselves some coke
floats... when we came out a poor kid started asking for some.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So since it's not very exp i decided
to buy him a fanta float.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I asked the kid if he would like to
come in with me and stand in the line to purchase it by himself... he agreed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">i took him in and he stood in the
line. Of course I accompanied him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">immediately a worker from Mc Donald's
came and pushed and threw the kid out!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I told him that it's me who got him
in to buy him a fanta float.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well he was extremely rude and told
me that these kind of people are not allowed inside!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Any which ways i bought him the
stuff and gave him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">NOW: i need to know who are THESE
KIND OF PEOPLE?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">so poor kids are not allowed?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Even though i accompanied him?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was paying?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">did i ask for free?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Worse not anyone from the public even bothered to stop or even raise a word. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I clicked this picture right outside
their restaurant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">8 am also attaching the bill. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">if anyone can take action please do!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">go back to USA or treat </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">here well!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>Follow up!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>15th Jan 2015</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Got a call from McDonalds ....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">So people from #mcdonlds called me after watching the cctv footage n tried to cover it up by saying mam we took that step coz we have had a bomber incident before 2012.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I said cool. So if tomorrow I get by own kid you will throw him out as well?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Just because he was a poor kid not dressed well u assumed so much of him?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">So all people dressed shabbily are looked down upon?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I asked him what if this same incident of throwing out a poor kid from ur restaurant happened in USA ...he said mam this is INDIA.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Can someone explain how being india makes this incident a justified one???</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">So they did not feel bad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Explain...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Ive sent them a mail stating my conversation with their representative.</span><br />
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Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-16279742426930156022014-11-26T11:19:00.002-08:002014-11-26T11:19:32.711-08:00Lets Kill all Females<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yes you heard me right! Lets kill all of them including me!<br />
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We just talk so much to stop female infanticide, Violence against women and so on.<br />
But WHY?<br />
Why this happens?<br />
Why such heinous culture even exists?<br />
Why parents dread to have a female baby?<br />
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Then answer is simple!<br />
Its because of YOU!<br />
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Yes you!<br />
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Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-83080550684855391442014-11-04T08:34:00.004-08:002014-11-04T08:38:54.936-08:00A school for my Soul - "She Loves To learn"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Having an extremely rural background my parents especially my mother did not get an opportunity to study as much as she loves to and is pretty intelligent in more than many ways. She belongs to a farmers family and a conservative one. Where every member of the family works in fields, takes care of cattles, takes them to graze, giving them bath and other activities.<br />
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She can explain condensation, evaporation an so many scientific words in such simple ways that probably some of our teacher wouldn't. Probably thats why we say experience is the best teacher and nature is our mother.</div>
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I was born in the village too. In my home there. I got a chance to go to "aangan badi" where they seved boiled chanas and boiled wheat to students to encourage headcounts and education.</div>
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But when i was three i came to bombay, Bandra where dad was working!</div>
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So coming back to present the other day we were talking and suddenly there was a topic of education.</div>
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She said so what of i have not been to a school i have stood outside one! </div>
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I was surprised, i said ok tell me how.</div>
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She said "when i use to go to graze goats and cows she and couple of her friends tied the goats and cows just somewhere close to the school- it was the only small school in the whole village- and when the teacher use to teach or ask students to repeat anything we use to repeat and learn after them" </div>
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I was stunned!</div>
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I then asked ok tell me what you studied, She said " do ek ka do, do duni chaar, do tia che, do chauke aath, do chaka bara"</div>
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she then asked "hum do aur do ko mila kar number bada rahe hai na"?</div>
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I said "yes"!</div>
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She must have been somehwere around 7 or 8 when she learnt it.</div>
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She still remembers it.</div>
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Even though through a rough phase and no exposure to education or any form of learning she can easily recall it made me realise how badly SHE LOVES TO LEARN.</div>
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She has a small bag of her own with books and pen and pencil.</div>
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She writes and learns whenever she gets time.</div>
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She watches english movies with me without asking me for any assistance.</div>
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Makes me realise how lucky we are. To have a proper education.</div>
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I surely dream of making a school after her name in her hometown village "Jehangirabad"</div>
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Thats my last wish.</div>
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I owe this.</div>
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Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-79479031862788010512014-10-18T13:02:00.000-07:002014-10-18T13:03:02.057-07:00Everything is Designed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Being in the field has really liberated me in more than one ways.<br />
Its added invaluable value to mylife that no person ever can and no person ever will.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">"I donot wish to make millions.What i wish is to make a difference to millions." - Shaheena Attarwala</span></b><br />
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Everything around us is designed. Still daily life for masses is very complicated.<br />
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Especially in india. Having a decent exposure on the rural side of india i would really wish to design a product thats affecting my rural indians. They have a life thats non rewarding unlike we city people.<br />
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Its a long term Goal and a LifeTime Dream.<br />
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I wish to make atleast one simple product that makes a big differnce to the daily lives<br />
or probably an innovation that im known for an awarded for.</div>
Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-10114902926814448152013-08-23T14:28:00.001-07:002013-08-23T14:39:58.819-07:00Be a little ALERT and AWARE before you enroll for memberships at Club Mahindra<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Be a little ALERT and AWARE before you enroll for memberships:<br />
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I was quite keen on getting a membership so one of the call person set up a meeting for me with the sales executive of club mahindra.<br />
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7th June 2013 :<br />
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The meeting seemed all fine and advance was also paid for a membership of my choice and my offer was blocked as well. What followed after that was something i did not enroll for.
But for some reason that meeting left me with a vibe that i should not go for it and i decided to call the agent and ask for a money back that i handed in cash. He seemed ok with it and said he was out of town and will get back to me in a couple of days. Since i did not get any revert i tried getting in touch again but he seemed to not respond. Then what followed was the chain of "the number you have called is switched off" , "unreachable", and so on... again i tried after some days and he said he is out of town. Well i tried of understand and waited for two months. At a point i called him for like 10 mins straight but he just wouldn't pick up my line.
I got put off and decided to send a feedback to club mahindra.<br />
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August 2013:<br />
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To my surprise i did not see any kind of customer grievance or feedback or complaint section on their website. Its was more than two months now from the time i took the membership.
It displeased to see that they cared so much before i bought the membership and after that not a call for follow up.
Nevertheless i contacted their corporate office and again there wasn't any section where i could official give my feedback or complaints.
Within a couple of hours i was set up with a point of contact and this was taken forward. I learnt that the sales executive was absconding since july.<br />
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The person incharge contacted the sales executive and threatened that if he wouldn't return the money they would file a complaint. The sales executive immediately started bombarding me with calls and messages. I was uncomfortable and din respond to his calls. After a lot of irritating and uncomfortable situations the Head person met me in person handed over my money and apologised.
It was a good gesture. And i appreciate.
Now i started questioning that how can you send someone to anybodys place and not follow up with the client?
The person had explaination to question i asked but not all were satisfactory. They do have pretty big shot clients which he did try and advertise every now and then. Din really like the feel of it especially when you are at the receiving end.<br />
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But my simple QUESTION to him was what do you do to people like us who go through inconvenience for more than two and because of an error at club mahindra's end?<br />
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"Mam we apologise in person. We cannot change the whole system. At the end there is risk involved"
That was the answer.
So at the end there is no accountability and peaceful assurance.
There wasn't any gesture that made me feel that they wanted to make up for something like that.<br />
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May be the whole consumer system in INDIA functions in a way that 'its OK and a sorry is enough to get rid of a situation like this'. Even the fact that when this incident happened he was officially an employee of club mahindra did not make much of a difference. I'm not sure what a customer in US or any other western country would have done.<br />
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May be at this point "mam what can we do to make up to you" would sound like a paid luxury to me.<br />
I might try and take up a membership later in life but not immediately for sure.<br />
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Do suggest.<br />
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Thanks</div>
Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-7510789707182715002012-08-19T04:19:00.001-07:002012-08-19T04:19:34.497-07:00Mumbai Police Rocks! Candies Restaurant Sucks!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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18th August, 8.40 pm: 15 mins after i left Candies a restaurant
joint in bandra i realized that i had forgotten my phone there on the table, i
ran back to check and it was gone. Three girls who were seated at the table
closer to them told me that they saw a phone lying on the table and mean while two
guys and a girl came and occupied the table there and that they were trying to
unlock my phone (i had a lock), remove battery and sim card of the phone which
they found suspicious and they informed the waiter of this. But the waiter
seemed to have other priorities and did not care to even inform any one in a
higher position of this LIVE theft happening there. I spoke to Allan the owner
of candies and he made me read a sign "we are not responsible for any
theft" - I acknowledged that it was my mistake that i left the phone but
now what? Whats all the CCTV for? couldn't he help me? So basically they are they responsible for
encouraging theft and paying a blind eye if someone is stealing stuff right
below their nose? I believe they must put up a sign "We encourage Thefts!"
, in the mean time the three girls informed me that those guys who stole my
phone had just left and i ran out with the three girls to see if they were still
around unfortunately they all left! - I ran back with them to the owner only to
find that he had left for dinner! And when i asked one of his collegues to help
us track the guys with the help of cctv he said he cant do much coz only Allan
knows how to operate it! LMAO really i was like these guys need some HELP! And
rudely asked us to wait for half hour until he comes and started whining
conveniently about the fact that because of me Allan - the owner of @candies
got late for dinner? Dude seriously 5 mins of helping your customer who is
trouble can make such a big difference to his dinner and his calorie intake
that he could have fainted or may be suffered from malnutrition! Anyways point
to be noted id that Allan stays around 10 mins from Candies and i asked if they
could just call him so that the three girls could only locate the guys on CCTV
which could help the police to take note of them, But Again all my requests
went on deff ears and dumb mind! The
three girls had to leave since they stayed far and i couldn't ask for more they
had already helped me much! Anyways i chose not to stay for half hour since i
felt i could do much better after being neglected so badly! I went off to the
Bandra police station and lodged a complaint for theft of my phone and told
them the entire scene at candies and the snobbish and loser attitude of the
owner! The cops were prompt in filing a complaint and sent two lady officers
with me to candies to take a better judgment of the incident! </div>
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As we went in the CCTV room we found Allan the owner and all
the other relevant people there. The lady cops asked them to play the CCTV
according to them. In the mean time Allan did not hesitate to show off how many
wallets and gold and other expensive stuff people leave here and they dont
touch it.</div>
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DUDE if they leave wallets cant you just get an id from
their wallet call them and hand it over to them? What is it you wish to have a
museum set up for yourself?</div>
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Anyways we located the guys on the screen and at the same
time the Allan gets a call saying why are the police here? Allan responds
someone has lost their phone and thats what and then to my surprise Allan asks
the person on the phone to come up! He comes up with a note written "Please
contact us we have your phone and their numbers, apparently my sim got stuck in
his phone and he is taking it for repairs"</div>
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The cops asked the manager of candies to come to the police
station! It was 11.15 pm now</div>
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The main Inspector that "what we're doing with the note
for two hours?" Why were they not prompt in taking me seriously and
handing the note to me? Had they taken action responsibly before i would not
have to go to the police! And Also noted that had the cops not come with me to
candies i would never get that note and never know what's happening with my
phone!</div>
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The manager accepted his mistake! But still did not shy away
from saying we are not responsible! The Cop was quick and said now you are
since you haven't handed the note to the girl you are!</div>
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He kept shut!</div>
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We called the guy who took my phone and asked him to return!
We are in touch with NINAD that's what the guys name is and asked to hand over
my phone!</div>
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I thanked the lady cops for being kind and taking my case seriously!</div>
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The Cops are pursuing this case till the time NINAD does not
visit the police and acknowledges the incident!</div>
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Candies please learn to show some empathy to your customers
and not show them "we are not reponsible" signs!</div>
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The tea was good though! Ill still keep coming to candies!
No hard feelings!</div>
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Cheers</div>
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Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-37278508200982722152011-08-26T02:48:00.000-07:002011-08-26T02:50:19.055-07:00Pot the BinSo ya feel glad i have learnt to move on but then u cannot control ur subconscious mind sometimes.
<br />I have deleted couple of people from my life, its good for me.
<br />Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-20100736197644768682011-07-18T03:49:00.000-07:002011-07-18T04:00:53.002-07:00Lessons LearntAs you grow theres a lot you learn... yeah learning is 1000 times easy than unlearning... and as an adult its a nightmare to unlearn. never mind.<br />so far i have experience lots of lessons - couldnt find a substitute right now-<br />so just pinning down a few.<br /><br />Your life is basically a package of Family, Friends and You. What choices you make.. decisions you take..<br /><br />1. <span class="huge">A big part of letting go is recognizing when it is time to stay in a situation and when it is time to move on - </span><span class="bodybold">Darren L. Johnson</span><br />thats what i learnt a hard way... im sure i have company in this. but its a lesson worth learning.<br />Letting GO can really be a liberating experience. Really<br /><br />2. Test Everything You have:<br /><br />Muhammad ali said <span class="huge">Friendship... is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.<br />i agree. not coz he is my idol but coz i feel its somewhere right. Friends when i say means the closest circle of the people you close to apart from family... lots of people will say hey Ur my best friend and so on... not that its wrong... but its always good to TEST what ever you get. Especially for people like me who have a bad sense on character. So i test anything and everything. PEOPLE as well. Most of them failed :( but im happy they failed. at least they dont clutter my life... they stay at a distance and its a good relation from far... its a calculated rick basically.<br />I have been there for people who needed me... but I havent been extremely lucky with friends tho.. coz i feel i just cant make that close friends...<br /></span>Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-23987569189528738022011-07-17T11:54:00.000-07:002014-10-18T12:34:21.219-07:00Do BE4 Die<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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everyday i think of so many things... like i wana do this and tha...
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well i really wana conquer certain things before i grow really old...
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atleast i wana be able to talk to my grandchildren about some exciting stuff i did when i was young... yea i know age is just a number for most... but then again nature has its way... and i respect it..
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i had sometime back made a list of things i need to do, rather i want... but i misplaced it...its a sad thing.. i miss it now..
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but never too late to start off!
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<span style="font-style: italic;">There is always a dream we have...</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">there is a wish always to be fulfilled...</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">i cant recall the last time told myself these things neva happen...</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">i dnt believe at times its best to let go...</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">i neva say it cant...</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">let me try harder...</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">lets get it done...</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">its just a step away...</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">perceive it as i do...</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">and then its simple...COZ i can do!!!</span>
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</span>the below mentioned are certain things that i wish to do in my years to come...some might even fade as i grow...i might even add a few in the events in future...but as of now...its the best for me...
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Its a decent.. ok... may be a nice... list....form the crazee thee :)<br />
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<li>I donot wish to make millions.What i wish is to make a difference to millions. Everything around us is designed. Still daily life for masses is very complicated. I wish to make atleast one simple product that makes a big differnce to the daily lives or probably an innovation that im known for an awarded for.</li>
<li>Learn horse riding and own a horse</li>
<li>Learn to make mock tails and yummy crushes
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<li>Ride horse on the streets on mumbai
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<li>Own an animal farm
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<li>Have my own company.. design or agriculture..
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<li>Be a member of an Old age home and work towards adding value to those peoples life</li>
<li>Want to be part of some meaningful awareness programs
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<li>Get a house big enough so that i can play hide and seek or skate with my kids in
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<li>Meet Mohammad Ali or any of his family member or buy a large poster of his and put in my house
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<li>Go to some of worlds best animal Safari</li>
<li>Learn Some yoga and practice make it a part of my daily routine</li>
<li>I genuinely will do something to help animals
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<li>Ride an ostrich</li>
<li>Go for a nice dinner with the man i love in an underwater restaurant in Maldives.. well as long as its underwater
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<li>Make a physical sport a part of my daily life</li>
<li>Buy s sexy bicycle of BMW</li>
<li>I have this crazy wish of being the face of a cosmetic beauty product for skin in a tv ad
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<li>Learn to speak Arabic language</li>
<li>Play every possible sport under the sun at least once</li>
<li>Do a tango dance or may be anyother dance (not indian ) with a man i like better half in front of at least 50 to 100 people and be appreciated :)</li>
<li>Stand for an election may be for a MLA at the age of may be 35-40 when im financially strong (cant let it go easily as that was my first aspiration in life.. to be leader and represent people)</li>
<li>Be on a vacation continuously for 2months... no work means no work!</li>
<li>Punch a guy in his face for a wrong doing. and ye he must bleed in that punch :P</li>
<li>Learn Skating </li>
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im not done yet... will write more :)</div>
Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-69366695897851734132010-03-14T13:20:00.000-07:002010-03-14T15:09:19.014-07:00She was unborn...I am different!<br />They say im not like them!<br />May be i was never meant to be!<br /><br />The difference was created the moment i was born...<br />The fight began the time i came here... and i was a warrior...who simply had to survive!<br />For what? that was never important...may be never would be!<br /><br />I love you mother...my heaven is under your feet.<br />I can do anything to protect you, to live with you, to take your blessings.<br />Be with me, guide me, help me.<br /><br />I need you!<br /><br />I took the pain to bring you here...to show you this and to show you that...<br />to take you here and to take you there!<br /><br />We will see the world, i will see you grow.<br />I can make you rice and you can see the show.<br /><br />Lets get home.<br />We have to go.<br />You have school and i have more work to do.<br />Hold my hand and we shall walk...<br />tomorrow i will come to buy you some sweets and corns.<br /><br />I have started dreaming your future...<br />your kids, your wife.<br />A small family...<br />We shall be together now and ever.<br /><br />I am going to be born again...<br />im happy...<br />But you dont want me...<br /><br />You will kill me!<br />I can spare you the terror!<br />I will never take birth!<br />I Want a life to love and live!<br />I say... I dont want to be born!<br /><br />Im killed everyday...<br />Its not your worth to have me born...<br /><br />I know one day i will be yearned...<br /><br />I dont need to be with you...i am a shining star!<br /><br /><br />(I know there are women who have touched the sky... i am simply talking about majority here and the ground reality for many females! Hope its taken positively)Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-73095498832627222232009-07-14T05:19:00.000-07:002011-07-18T00:09:27.465-07:00An Extra pinch of saltits like i have millions of smiles waiting to shine...<div>....<br /></div>Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-15669468518499212692009-06-28T11:09:00.000-07:002014-10-18T12:34:36.658-07:00The mind speaksShaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-62438061673412843952009-01-09T00:09:00.000-08:002009-01-10T12:39:36.150-08:00Thats a tear!<span style="font-style: italic;">I walk i stop,.....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I look i think,.....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i smile i wonder,....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i see the way its been done,.....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i feel the warmth of your arms,....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i want a jerk to shake my life,....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i know a person loving me as a mother to a child,....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">its all bout me... but i have given a part of my life to the one living within me !!!</span><br /><br /><br />At times i can go through a million emotions in a second...<br />its a blessing i feel... but then whats so diff in all these feelings?<br />walking on the streets i see here and there like i want to register every detail of the surrounding and never forget it... like i want to remember every face....Phew thats just so impossible<br /><br />i see people form my past... like i have been with them before...<br />i wish to go and say a hi! but u see something stops me from it... i wonder is it just me or do most people face the same emotion as i do?<br />i smile seeing the street kids play... i fly with the plane going some where.... its a feeling of winning... do they really worry about their future? do they have a plan for tomorrow?<br /><br />i walk a lane every day seeing an old man sell handkerchiefs... why does he need to do this... he can also be like the other old people who beg... want people to pity them... what makes him WORK in the hot sun...??? why is he different from others?<br /><br />i see a construction worker with his little 1year old daughter in his arms... standing at a near by chai dukaan to grab a sip or two of tea... playing with that little one... i feel so content... may be in our ambitions, in our greed, in our vision, in MY life... i have forgotten that its a pleasure to be part of a genuine happiness... with no conditions, with no do's and dont's, with no limitations...<br /><br />thats one sight i could have spent my whole life watching...Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-81923552059799952462009-01-03T08:10:00.000-08:002009-01-03T08:17:10.230-08:00Bloom for life<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghX5VoP3jB88Xt4DuaCWmVEIlfobTiOZAkzavWvVQyLrzhXVoXThZHfn3zAd6mXJ7UMncATsMYFp2buuOKYRxRAaORycWVH3mvCf42YB_33dqGjfSN_HSt9LwnYNbJDYPmrG8NqmlSdZUR/s1600-h/n1003006455_30176747_653.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghX5VoP3jB88Xt4DuaCWmVEIlfobTiOZAkzavWvVQyLrzhXVoXThZHfn3zAd6mXJ7UMncATsMYFp2buuOKYRxRAaORycWVH3mvCf42YB_33dqGjfSN_HSt9LwnYNbJDYPmrG8NqmlSdZUR/s320/n1003006455_30176747_653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287100829361732434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >nothing in the world can stop the future,</span><br /></span></span><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:black;">i</span><span style="color:black;"> was destined to be born,<br />and so were you,<br />let me bloom for now... and so shall you,<br />let me live it best till </span><span style="color:black;">i</span><span style="color:black;"> have my breaths assigned,<br />be my friend and love me,<br />for tomorrow is uncertain,<br />life is beautiful now... let it be so</span><span style="color:black;"> </span></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >- Shaina</span></span><br /></span>Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-6675318217630413762009-01-02T11:33:00.001-08:002009-01-02T12:07:04.433-08:00Seeking the STAR<span style="font-style: italic;">Theres a little star i fell for,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />a little shiny a little bright.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Days passed by,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">waiting for it to rise.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I love it... and its hiding from me,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i don't understand why?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />A little naughty a little wise,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">thats the star in the sky i like.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">We love, we hate, we argue, we quarrel,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />We do all possible to make a our relation bloom.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />A moment so weak,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A moment so tender,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A moment we all wish could last forever!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Its that part of our lives wished we could freeze,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Its that innocence we always want to relive.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I believe the star is still shining with me,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Its silly to say,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but then its true,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Emotions flow in every work we do!!!<br /><br />-Shaina<br /></span>Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-26950132043753507872008-12-28T10:06:00.000-08:002008-12-29T08:22:03.919-08:00Emotion fools ?wats the best things we have... our relationships!<br />at times i completely fail to understand what it takes to have a perfect relation?<br />understanding, love, support...blah blah blah....<br />where do we draw a line...<br /><br />its strange, its strong, its private, its emotion!<br /><br />at times there is no answer as to why we go so extreme... why can't it jus be the way it started?<br />there are pros and cons in all... a little do i understand about where really we wrong or which element is lacking?<br /><br />be it a father - son relation, a mother - daughter in law relation, or a lovers relation, whats the most common factor? FEELINGS...<br /><br />theres a big WHY? is my head... is'nt there a mid way? a way where things have a solution? does it really has to get so bad?<br /><br />WHY do children abandon their parents?<br />WHY do lovers break up?<br />WHATS with this WHY?<br /><br />are things really so complicated? why do we call ourselves so intelligent if we cant handle relation?<br /><br />REALTIONs are really simple, it all needs is nourishment!<br /><br />to be continued...Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-10216965200343067292008-12-20T13:24:00.000-08:002008-12-30T10:18:59.253-08:00queer emotions...im some one who is constantly on the search to find a clue of what i really need and what i really want...perhaps what i really wish... i need some time for stuffs to get registered in my mind...<br />i forget a lot of irrelevant things to me very quickly...<br />eheh...amnesia we call it... but to make myself feel better i say im a "little forgetful"<br />im on a continuous roller coaster of thoughts...<br /><br />at times they mean nothing to me, no relevance to me, my imagination can cross miles in fraction of a second,,, a whole world of events....<br /><br />i always walk with my eyes glued at the sky...bump in to alot of thing becoz of that...fractured my foot too...but may be i jus keep creating an invisible design of HAPPINESS on it...<br />WOW!!!<br />its all mine :P<br /><br />my thoughts and emotion are so abreast with each other that which one overtakes whom is a million dollar question ...<br /><br />suddenly from makin a canvas i see down on the earth...where my feet touches ...<br /><br />i then feel the pinch of reality... but hey i still feel happy for that extra large imagination of mine...<br /><br />its difficult to understand at times what we really want!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">in the midst... of the smile we have</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">why cant we?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">just lay our hands on the sky so wide...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">its so simple my love,<br />to be in your arms,<br />no matter how far.... no matter how close,<br />we will live side by side!!!<br /><br />but once again i see...<br />the colors in your eyes....<br />its a never ending sight...<br />for i wana be with you together... oh my love<br /><br /><br /></span>Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-6741231373876218782008-12-20T12:41:00.000-08:002009-02-08T01:20:25.260-08:00Life listed...lifes list<span style="font-style: italic;">There is always a dream we have...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">there is a wish always to be fulfilled...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i cant recall the last time told myself these things neva happen...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i dnt believe at times its best to let go...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i neva say it cant...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">let me try harder...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">lets get it done...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">its just a step away...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">perceive it as i do...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and then its simple...COZ i can do!!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>the below mentioned are certain things that i wish to do in my years to come...some might even fade as i grow...i might even add a few in the events in future...but as of now...its the best for me...<br /><br /><br />Its a CraZeE list....form the crazee thee :)<br /><br /><ol><li>Learn horse riding and own a horse</li><li>Ride my own horse to my office or a 5 star hotel...on the streets on mumbai<br /></li><li>Will own an animal farm<br /></li><li>Will have my own company</li><li>Be a member of an Old age home and work towards adding value to those peoples life</li><li>Want to be part of some meaning ful awareness programs<br /></li><li>Get a house big enough so that i can play hide and seek or skate with my kids in<br /></li><li>Meet Mohammad Ali or any of his family member or buy a large poster of his and put in my house<br /></li><li>Go to some of worlds best animal Safari</li><li>Learn Some yoga and practice make it a part of my daily routine</li><li>I genuinely will do something to help animals<br /></li><li>Ride an ostrich</li><li>Go for a nice dinner with the man i love an underwater restaurant in Maldives</li><li>Make a physical sport a part of my daily life</li><li>Buy s sexy bicycle of BMW</li><li>Wear a bikini on a beach<br /></li><li>I have this crazy wish of being the face of a cosmetic beauty product for skin in a tv ad<br /></li><li>Learn to speak Arabic language</li><li>World tour with my mom dad and bro and sis...</li><li>Play every possible sport under the sun at least once</li><li>Do a tango dance or may be anyother dance (not indian ) with ma better half in front of at least 50 to 100 people and be appreciated :)</li><li>Stand for an election may be for a MLA at the age of may be 35-40 when im financially strong (cant let it go easily as that was my first aspiration in life.. to be leader and represent people)</li></ol><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-49166247487037992312008-12-17T04:25:00.000-08:002008-12-20T12:00:42.043-08:00An evening with the Adorable<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">it’s like any other Sunday, started at 12.30, it’s the normal timing on a Sunday to get up. Every one’s busy getting ready to go to my aunt’s place for visiting my granny. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">me and my younger bro were jus too lazy to go outta the house (being lazy is very usual for both but more for him as he is real fat and adorable :)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">in any case all family members finally left and we both stayed back...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">i did some work and then both played PS2 and still had loads of time left...it was 6.00 pm by now...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">we both were dead hungry (that’s usual too for both but more for him as he is real fat...ahh u guessed it right !!! ^_^)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">i told fujju (thats ma bros pet name) to go and call the pani puri wala bhaiya.. he ran and got him in 5 min...our mouths were watering by now :P looking him make those yummy delicious puris…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">We ate countless plates of pani puri...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">We still had loads of time in our hands to fill in hence we cud go for cycling...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Finally we left home...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">he rode the bicycle till joggers (thats a big big deal...not for me but yes for him coz he is real fat...ahh u guessed it right again !!! ^_^)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">finally he said that on our way home we will take the cycle in a rickshaw...trus me i laughed like never before.... woahohohoho...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">he then sat at the amphi theatre at carters and i took the cycle :)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">it’s real nice riding a bicycle…peaceful…and good for health…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">neva the less I rode for like 3 hrs…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">after every 15 min I use to come back to check on him…and he use to be sitting there like a lil cute teddy soft toy that wud’nt move unless u want him to…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">eventually we went and picked up dinner…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">back home…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">I did all the cleaning and fujju helped me too </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="">J</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He can be a sweet heart at times…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">We ate and then after shower started watchin a movie…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">By that time it was 12.30 am…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">At times we all just see around for friends, ppl u can hang around with, list of parties in our town…we actually ignore our closest buddies…!!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">People who are close to us are often taken for granted…not becoz they<span style=""> </span>stay wit us…but may be becoz somewhere deep inside our hearts we know they will always be with us no matter wat!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">And so may be we dnt feel the need to spend much time with them<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-33759376706223343932008-11-23T08:30:00.000-08:002008-11-23T08:54:40.917-08:00Say with wordsIm writing this on the spur of the moment. I myself dont know at times what my mind is thinking...<br />im very impulsive it does result in my favor at times...so confused like i need a court to take decisions for me...<br />i can go crazee and do stuff u jus dnt expect from me...the FUn is in being what you are and accepting what you have...<br />At times i just hate it... like things which are imperfect...<br />like my living place...i at times try and make myself believe that this is not MINE!!!<br />the people who i live with...i try and avoid their existence...and so on...<br />but a at times i feel why cant things and people and surroundings be like i have in my mind...<br />why cant the just be perfect...<br />a cleaN surrounding, literate people...blah blah...<br />but then was this i was made for...?<br />having a perfect life from the start,,,<br />may be this is where our imperfections come in the picture...<br />where we need to work...<br />i hate to confess all this...but then this is true...<br />if i wont accept them who will...wat eva they are, who ever they are...i am a part of it...i am a part of them...<br />but may be this day had to come...after alot of pondering,...as if it was a sudden days change ..like an angel came and whiepered in ma ears...The Fun is in being the way you are...and all these things made me who i was...regardless of wateva they are...<br />The feeling of loving your imperfections is way beyond content...<br />it washes all your regrets...<br />teaches you that it will improve if you love them...<br />i really dono if its making sense and all...<br />but this is the best way i can put it...<br />i love my imperfections...like at times i dono a meaning of a word and i wouldnt care i find out the meaning eveb if i needed to ask a hundred people...<br />sometimes people might say ur so dumb...but hey who the hell knows everything under the sun...<br />if loving your imperfections and changing them to your strengths is being dumb...then the best thing i do is smile...and it doesnt matter to me...coz i knw i jus love them and they love me,,,Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-29745225161418954112008-11-22T12:47:00.001-08:002008-11-23T08:27:11.063-08:00Strange emotionsa crowded train, sounds so normal to anyone of us, most of the times im in my own wonderland, thinking of god knows what, dreaming like im never gona sleep, silly me...but thats wat makes me so crazee<br />...the other day was in the train as usual lissnin to music and dancing to the tunes like no ones watchin (not dancing literally jus a lil tap of the foot here and there) moving towards churchgate...<br />slowly train started getin empty...<br />an old lady of about 65 age came in with two so big bags...i started wondering where the hell she cuming from...she came and sat exactly in the seat facing towards me...nevatheless ma still in the world of my own still not so ignorant towards her...we exchanged smiles and i thot that wud be it...<br />suddenly after sitting on the seat she opened her one bag like she gona remove a pistol but to ma surprise there were Khakraas in it..the full bag was filled with it...i had a lil smirk on ma face...<br />and then she slowly got up and started chanting "Khakraa lelo khakraa lelo"...<br />that smirk went off like i never smiled or smirled....<br />then after she finished a round of those few ladies sitting in the same compartment she came back to her seat and took a seat. Then she removed a piece of paper torn like having a hole in it and requested me to read since it was in english...i started readin it out it was some kind of an invoice a bill...while i was readin she asked wats the bill date i said its somewher is 2003...she said then i dnt think its important and she tore it and threw...<br />next she said i sell khakraa for my living i too told her about my profession...<br />then she smiled and said that "beti abhi tum shaadi karlo"..i gave her a smile and said yes i will but may be after being independent...<br />and then she started saying about the generation today...her own sons...they dnt look after her...her daughter in laws...<br />it was so sad...anybody would feel pity for her...<br />but i was just taken aback by what she added on later... "mujhe kisi ka ehsaan nahi chaaiye...apna kamati hoon aur khati hoon" whoa...<br />i jus wished i cud do something...but then i think she managed it real well...<br />talkin to her time flew by...my station had come...i wanted to talk to her for some more time...but then i had to leave...<br />at the end i jus said "chalo maji main chalti hoon"<br />i dono if ill meet her ever again but yes ill always remember this short moment of my life always...Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-80206314494751618932008-11-22T12:47:00.000-08:002014-10-18T12:34:36.709-07:00Strange emotionsa crowded train, sounds so normal to anyone of us<br />Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-85989225940367365172008-11-22T12:09:00.000-08:002008-11-22T12:13:46.012-08:00Wondeful DawnEvery time i walk along...<br />there's something that holds me back.<br />I hear the breeze sing the song for me...<br />Theres an immortal music that binds the world...<br />We walk naked feet on the waters of life...<br />Still every time time i see a child...<br />it tells me how happy we can be.<br />theres alot to explore in the world apart from sadness...<br />happiness is all around us...<br />why we ignorant to this height...<br />every petal says says dreams do come true...<br />coz the lord himself says that "i love you"Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013358260090956011.post-43517077819790208692008-11-22T12:02:00.000-08:002011-07-18T00:09:06.919-07:00Every time i walk along...<br />there's something that holds me back.<br />I hear the breeze sing the song for me...<br />Theres an immortal music that binds the world...<br />We walk naked feet on the waters of life...<br />Still everytime time i see a child...<br />it tells me how happy we can be.<br />theres alot to explore in the world apart from sadness...<br />happiness is all around us...<br />why we ignorant to this height...<br />that is some one smiles at us...<br />we see suspicion in it<br />.....Shaheena Attarwalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718976051566121748noreply@blogger.com0