tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14125538815342328602024-02-07T07:43:16.415+05:30યાદોની રોજનીશીસિનેમા, ગીત-સંગીત, પુસ્તકો, યાદો, સ્થળો, સંબંધો અને બીજી અમુક બાબતો પર મારા વિચારો - સંજય દેસાઇSanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.comBlogger240125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-11788901656113978142023-05-30T17:27:00.001+05:302023-05-30T17:27:09.633+05:30શાળાનું મકાન<div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">આ રસ્તો હજુ એ જ છે, જે પંદર વર્ષ પહેલાં હતો. અહીંથી એ તૂટેલી બારી દેખાય છે, જે વર્ષો પહેલાં પણ તૂટેલા કાચવાળી જ હતી. આ સાંજ ઘેરી વળી છે. આ સાંજ વર્ષો પહેલાં તો આટલી ઉદાસ નહોતી લાગતી. કેટલાંય વર્ષો ચાલ્યા ગયા છે, કેટલીય વ્યક્તિઓ ચાલી ગઇ છે. પણ, આ જગ્યા હજુ એમ જ છે. આ મેદાન, આ શાળાનું મકાન ઘણી વખત યાદ આવી જાય છે. દરેક વિદ્યાર્થીએ અહીં પોતાના સ્વપ્નો સેવ્યા હશે. વર્ષો વીતતાં જાય છે... જગ્યા એ જ છે. સમય જુદો છે... ઘણી વખત અહીંથી નીકળું છું અને અંદર જવાની ઈચ્છા થઇ આવે છે અને મારી જાતને રોકી લઉં છું... પ્રાર્થનાનો સમય, શાળાની ઘંટડી, વર્ગખંડો વચ્ચેની લૉબી, આ બધુ જ ફક્ત હવે યાદો છે. જિંદગી શાળામાં જોઈ હતી, તેનાં કરતાં કેટલી અલગ છે!! આ ભીના સંસ્મરણો અને ભીની આંખો, વીતેલો ભૂતકાળ,... જિંદગી કેટલી નિષ્ઠુર છે, જ્યાં ગયેલો સમય તો પાછો આવતો જ નથી, પણ ક્યારેક ગયેલી વ્યક્તિઓ પણ નહીં...</b></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-56755229953643808942022-12-31T21:18:00.000+05:302022-12-31T21:18:07.825+05:30Everything I watched in 2022<b><i><u>Feature Films</u></i></b><div><br></div><div>Atrangi Re (2021) [7/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Aanand L. Rai</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Pushpa: The Rise (2021) [5/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi (Dubbed)</u></i></div><div><i><u>Sukumar</u></i></div><div><br></div><div>Pyaar Kiya To Darna Kya (1998) [6/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Sohail Khan</div><div><br></div><div>Gehraiyaan (2022) [8/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Shakun Batra</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Gangubai Kathiawadi (2022) [9/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Sanjay Leela Bhansali</u></i></div><div><i><u><br></u></i></div><div><i><u>The Kashmir Files (2022) [8/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Vivek Agnihotri</u></i></div><div><br></div><div>Badhaai Do (2022) [8/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Harshavardhan Kulkarni</div><div><br></div><div>Cobalt Blue (2022) [5/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Sachin Kundalkar</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Jersey (2022) [9/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Gowtam Tinnanuri</u></i></div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Bhool Bhulaiyaa 2 (2022) [6/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Anees Bazmee</u></i></div><div><br></div><div>Fresh (2022) [8/10]</div><div>English</div><div>Mimi Cave</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Janhit Mein Jaari (2022) [6/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Jai Basantu Singh</u></i></div><div><br></div><div>Jugjugg Jeeyo (2022) [4/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Raj Mehta</div><div><br></div><div>Darlings (2022) [9/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Jasmeet K. Reen</div><div><br></div><div>Yaadein (2001) [5/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Subhash Ghai</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Brahmāstra: Part One - Shiva (2022) [6/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Ayan Mukerji</u></i></div><div><br></div><div>Ek Villain Returns (2022) [5/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Mohit Suri</div><div><br></div><div>Anek (2022) [8/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Anubhav Sinha</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Chup: Revenge of the Artist (2022) [8/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>R. Balki</u></i></div><div><i><u><br></u></i></div><div>Sita Ramam (2022) [10/10]</div><div>Telugu</div><div>Hanu Raghavapudi</div><div><br></div><div>The List (Short Film) (2022) [6/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Gaurav Dave</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Chhello Show (2022) [9/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Gujarati</u></i></div><div><i><u>Pan Nalin</u></i></div><div><i><u><br></u></i></div><div>Elevator to the Gallows (1958) [8/10]</div><div>French</div><div>Louis Malle</div><div><br></div><div>A Separation (2011) [9/10]</div><div>Persian</div><div>Asghar Farhadi</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Drishyam 2 (2022) [8/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Abhishek Pathak</u></i></div><div><i><u><br></u></i></div><div>Qala (2022) [9/10]</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Anvitaa Dutt</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Bhediya 3D (2022) [5/10]</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Amar Kaushik</u></i></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><i><u><b>Web Series / TV Shows</b></u></i></div><div><br></div><div>Sex Education</div><div>English</div><div>Season 1 (9/10)</div><div>Season 2 (8/10)</div><div>Season 3 (9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Yeh Kaali Kaali Aankhein</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Season 1 (8/10)</div><div><br></div><div>After Life</div><div>English</div><div>Season 3 (9/10) </div><div><br></div><div>The Fame Game</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Season 1 (10/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Lock Upp</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Season 1 (Ep 1 to 4)</div><div><br></div><div>Heartstopper</div><div>English</div><div>Season 1 (8/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Modern Love Mumbai</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Season 1 (9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Koffee with Karan</div><div>Season 7</div><div><br></div><div>UnCoupled</div><div>English</div><div>Season 1 (8/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Maid</div><div>English </div><div>(8/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Masaba Masaba</div><div>English</div><div>Season 2 (9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Fabulous Lives of Bollywood Wives</div><div>English </div><div>Season 2 (5/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Mismatched</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Season 2 (9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Hush Hush</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Season 1 (9/10)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><b><i><u>Repeat viewing</u></i></b> </div><div><br></div><div>Soulmates (Zoom TV Mini Series 2018)</div><div>Hindi</div><div>(9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Kashmir - a father's day film by TTT (short film)</div><div>Hindi</div><div>(8/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Mismatched (2020 Web Series)</div><div>Season 1</div><div>Hindi</div><div>(9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Hum Saath-Saath Hain (1999)</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Sooraj Barjatya</div><div>(9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Paheli (2005) </div><div>Hindi</div><div>Amol Palekar</div><div>(8/10) </div><div><br></div><div>Hum Aapke Hain Koun..! (1994) </div><div>Hindi</div><div>Sooraj Barjatya</div><div>(8/10) </div><div><br></div><div>Normal People</div><div>English</div><div>(9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Pooranmashi (short film)</div><div>Meghna Gulzar</div><div>(8/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Chhoti Si Baat<br></div><div>Hindi</div><div>Basu Chatterjee</div><div>(8/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Koffee with Karan</div><div>Season 5 (Kangana & Saif)</div><div>Season 4 (Priyanka & Deepika)</div><div><br></div><div>Pink (2016)</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Aniruddha Roy Chowdhary</div><div>(9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Taal (1999)</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Subhash Ghai</div><div>(9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Kal Ho Naa Ho</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Nikhil Advani</div><div>(9/10)</div><div><br></div><div>Is Love Enough? Sir (2018)</div><div>Hindi, English, Marathi</div><div>Rohena Gera</div><div>(10/10)</div><div><br></div><div>P.S. :- Films indicated in Italic and Underline are the ones which I saw in theatre.<br></div><div><br></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-3608122771210189572022-12-31T21:10:00.004+05:302022-12-31T21:10:42.768+05:30Life Lessons of 2022<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">This year was a bit tough for me, both personally and professionally. On a few of my worst days, I didn't wish to go to my workplace at all. On the other few worst days I was blank about everything. I was so scared about my future. But throughout that process, I learned so much. This year gave me a few new relationships, I lost a few relationships and found back a few also... It's been such a roller coaster I can't describe even. Most significantly I became the father of a daughter. The time I spent with my princess healed me from some of my problems. Despite that, I learned so much about life.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I spent so many evenings in parks. That taught me that nature has healing power. I learned that it's your journey. Even though parents, friends, and other people can understand and empathize with you, you've to be on your own... Because nobody can help you better than yourself. That's why it's ok to be alone and that's enough... I had so many days when I needed people to talk with, but so many of them told me they were busy or gave me simple lies. So I was my savior. I did my photoshoot many times with the help of a mobile stand and windows. I went on a solo trip. I always like to spend time with myself so it was relaxing for me. I watched many sunsets, they all were magical. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I used to create content on Instagram to document my life moments and nature but I realized that you can't record all of those best moments, you just can feel them. So I started enjoying instead recording. If it happens, it does, now I don't wait for many minutes to record a few seconds of video. I spent time reading many books and sipping cold coffees. I realized that happiness is now. So started to wear all my new clothes, using the new products I saved for special occasions. Because life is happening now. Still, I have a lot more to write but can't process it right now. Thanking each one who helped me this year. </span></b></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-46076221536344098052022-12-31T09:03:00.001+05:302022-12-31T09:06:07.702+05:30Books I read in 20221. Bahut Door, Kitna Door Hota Hai<div>Hindi</div><div>Manav Kaul</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>2. Chalta-Phirta Pret</div><div><div>Hindi</div><div>Manav Kaul</div><div>(5/5)</div></div><div><br></div><div>3. Antima</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Manav Kaul</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>4. Gaanth Chhutyani Vela</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Varsha Adalja</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>5. Normal People</div><div>English</div><div>Sally Rooney</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>6. How To Be A Writer</div><div>English</div><div>Ruskin Bond</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>7. Chhinnapatra</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Suresh Joshi</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>8. Andhari Galima Safed Tapka</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Himanshi Shelat</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>9. Sambandh To Aakash [Re-read]</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Kaajal Oza Vaidya</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>10. Parineeta</div><div>Hindi (translation, originally in Bengali)</div><div>Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay</div><div>(translated by M I Rajasvi)</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>11. All Along You Were Blooming </div><div>English</div><div>Morgan Harper Nichols </div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>12. Karta Ne Karm Se</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Manav Kaul</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>13. Bhagawan Shri Krishna ane </div><div>Bhagawad Gita</div><div>Gujarati (translation)</div><div>Swami Vivekanand</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>14. Atarapi</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Dhruv Bhatt</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>15. Shirt Ka Teesra Button</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Manav Kaul</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>16. Rooh</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Manav Kaul</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>17. Kagal ni Hodi [Re-read]</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Kundanika Kapadia</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>18. Ek ane Ek [Re-read]</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Chandrakant Bakshi</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>19. Samudrantike</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Dhruv Bhatt</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>P. S. Few of the books I was reading in parts for personal growth, so I've not added the books which I couldn't finish. Magazines are not included. Books for study and job purpose are not included. </div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-77297546691185198402022-05-28T18:03:00.001+05:302022-05-28T18:03:51.292+05:30ઉનાળુ વેકેશન <div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>તુ આ રજાઓમાં મામાને ઘેર જઈ આવ ને,</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>કેમ હવે તુ જતો નથી, કેટલું યાદ કરે છે એ લોકો તને...</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>એ લોકો કહેતા'તાં કે રાત રોકાયે તો ઘણો સમય થયો, </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>હવે તો ઉપરનાં રૂમમાં કૂલર પણ નંખાવ્યુ છે... જા ને જઇ આવ... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>કેમ જતો નથી? કેટલાં વોટ્સએપ મેસેજીસને વીડિયો કોલ પણ કર્યા... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>સંજુ તો હવે પારકો થઇ ગયો છે, બિલકુલ આવતો જ નથી રોકાવા માટે, </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>મમ્મી, ત્યાં નાનીમા નથી, ભલે એમને ગયે હવે દસ વર્ષ થશે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>પણ ત્યાં જઇને એક ખાલીપો ઘેરી વળે છે, ઊંડે ઊંડે ડૂમો ભરાઇ જાય છે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>મારે પણ જવું છે ત્યાં... પણ વીસ વર્ષ પાછળ... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>એક રૂપિયાની ચાર પાણીપુરી અને બરફનો ગોળો ખાવા જવું છે, </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>પેલો સાદો બે રૂપિયાનો નહીં, સ્પેશ્યલ હીંગળાચાચરનો બરફ ગોળો... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>ભરબપોરે બધા સૂતા હોય ને ત્યારે નજર ચૂકાવીને ઘરની બહાર જવું છે </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>આમલીનાં કાતરા ખાવા છે... ચોખાનાં પાપડ અને ભૂંગળા ખાવા છે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>અપર અને બાલ્કની હોય તેવા સિંગલ સ્ક્રીનમાં પિક્ચર જોવું છે...</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>એક રૂપિયામાં એક લોટો ભરીને છાશ આપવાની, એમ નાની કહેશે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>હું ત્યાં બેસીશ નાનીને ઘેર, થોડાક પૈસા મને નાની આપશે </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>બીજા પૈસા બચાવવા માટે પણ કહેશે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>નાની મને માવો આપશે... દેવડા લાવી આપશે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>સાંજે દૂધ આપીને ધીમે ધીમે ચાલીને આવતા નાનીની રાહ જોઈશ હું... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>એ દિવ્યા ભારતીનો ફોટો લાવશે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>મોડી સાંજે લોકો છાણાં લેવા માટે આવશે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>કેટલાક મને ગાંધીનગર વિશે પૂછશે... સંજુ તો કેટલો મોટો થઈ ગયો...</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>મારી ઊંચાઈ વિશે કહેશે, ગાલ પર હળવેથી ટપલી મારશે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>રાતે બધા વાતો કરશે અને હું પેપ્સી ખાઈશ... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>મા, હવે હું ત્રીસનો થઈશ... પણ મારે ફરી દસના થવું છે...</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>મારે રિતિક રોશનનો કહો ના પ્યાર હૈ વાળો ડાન્સ કરવો છે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>બપોરે બાજી પત્તા રમવા છે, સાંજે લખોટી રમવી છે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>રાતે ખુલ્લા આકાશ નીચે સૂવું છે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>મોમ હું એટલા માટે મામાને ઘેર જતો નથી કારણ કે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>આ સમય હવે પાછો નહીં આવે... હું જઈશ નહીં કેમ કે </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>હવે નાની ત્યાં નથી, માટે જ મામાનું ઘર દીવો બળે તેટલે નથી </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>પણ ઘણું જ દૂર ચાલ્યું ગયું છે... </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>- સંજય દેસાઇ</b></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We generally don't know what the other person is going through in their life. Our judgements and comments add their baggage. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been waiting for so many dreams to be fulfilled for such a long time. But that doesn't mean I've to stop living my present and just keep focusing on that. I have to value my present as well. There are so many people around me, they always comment on my clothes, bags, accessories, etc. I don't know if they are jealous or what, because let's say I am not the perfect model type or my dressing sense is not one hundred per cent perfect, but I am more than average for sure. Sometimes I ignore, sometimes even if I apply positive chanting and everything I can't ignore, those people should understand that it's not just a joke, it's somebody's life they are commenting on. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been dealing with so many issues, for the past few years, I've generally never told people or I don't discuss them anymore. I've been waiting for my happiness for so long, it appears that I am such a happy person from the outside, but it's not that easy. Sometimes I feel so alone at my workplace. I've few people there on whom I can rely, it's not that thing, I talk to them, I laugh with them, I eat with them, but I feel like I don't belong there, I don't feel it every day, but yes I do, on some of my worst days. As a person I am very helpful, since the past few months I am struggling so much in my own life, still, I've done a lot for so many people, but it's not that I am stating it and trying to prove myself as a bigger person. But my concern is when I need people, they make excuses or they just give me simple lies and I just can feel them. It's not easy when you know the truth and you just have to smile and move on, because you can't do anything about it. It's not easy when you have so much nonsense stuff going on in life, but you try to just smile every day, also you try to keep other people happy, that's very courageous and I am proud of myself that I'm doing it since so many years. I have been the odd one out whole my life. I have never felt bad regarding that, but sometimes it just tiring. I've been dealing with those emotions since my school life when students used to mock me because I had so much height even in primary school. I was good in academics, drawing, extra curriculum, everything, but that negativity stayed with me for many more years after that. People always judge other people who are a bit feminine or have soft voices, that too had happened to me so many times, because our society has made such boxes, where people like me don't fit in. I've tolerated so much abuse and humiliation, just because my parents have brought me up in a certain way that I couldn't just tackle them. I sometimes used to feel so fragile not physically but mentally. In the past few years since I've started to take a stand for myself, people who have been treating me badly have just broken their friendships with me or stopped talking or apologised for their behaviour. But those scars don't go easily which has affected my mental health. There would be so many people like me, and I know it's not easy, but just keep going, you'll survive. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I could have written these paragraphs in my diary or someplace else, but I want people to know that because of your one stupid thing somebody's life could be changed forever. The videos I make on nature or film-related or the stuff I post about books and quotes, I don't do it for show off. I don't even do it for social media, I just want to document my life, Instagram has been an amazing medium for me to do it, where I can give tribute to my favourite songs with the help of my creativity. I post on WhatsApp because some of my friends don't use Instagram. I post it for my happiness and I'll not stop posting because of some random comments I've been hearing behind my back, if you have the guts to say it, do it on my face, and I'll give you a nice reply. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the past few months, there were so many moments where I just felt like quitting. But my parents have never taught me to give up. I've had such bad weeks, not just days, that I just felt like running away somewhere and starting my own new life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My father has been so kind to each and everyone I've known, he only losses his cool when he can't tolerate injustice, inequality and lies... I always wanted to become like him, people used to make fun of me that you are not like him, just because he has higher degrees than me, or he's having such a higher position in Government or he's very well behaved than me. But I am myself, and I am realising that I've become like him only, slowly but I am and I'll someday make him proud. My mother has just put me first before herself like every mother. Sometimes I argue with her so much because our thinking doesn't match. But when I look at her, while boiling water for our maid, to do utensils on Winter nights, it just makes me so happy from inside that yes there are few things in me which I've exactly like her. Sometimes small things matter a lot. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been with my friends and relatives on their thick and thin. I've always remembered their birthdays, anniversaries and stuff. But in the past few months, some of them didn't even wish me for my biggest happiness. It didn't make me sad, it just made me silent. I stopped explaining things to people. I started treating people like they treated me. So as I said earlier some of them stopped talking to me. It's not been easy to have two small accidents, I had bad scars mentally and physically because of them. My friends went through a rough time and it affected me too. But then I realized when people are sad they sometimes share their problems but when they are happy they don't announce it. I've also done it. Maybe I am still doing it. I know I have still a long way to go, I've to take a few decisions that will change my life forever, but I will. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because as Robert Frost has said, </div><div style="text-align: justify;">"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, </div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I have promises to keep, <br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And miles to go before I sleep, <br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And miles to go before I sleep."</div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-85725046435389512202021-12-31T16:35:00.000+05:302021-12-31T20:20:52.695+05:30Everything I watched in 2021<div><b>Feature Films</b></div><div><br></div><div>Life (2015)</div><div>8/10</div><div>English</div><div>Anton Corbijn</div><div><br></div><div>Is Love Enough? Sir (2018)</div><div>10/10</div><div>Hindi, English, Marathi</div><div>Rohena Gera</div><div><br></div><div>Rebecca (2020)</div><div>7/10</div><div>English, French</div><div>Ben Wheatly</div><div><br></div><div>Unpaused (2020)</div><div>9/10</div><div>Hindi, English</div><div>Raj & DK, Nitya Mehra, Nikkhil Advani, Tannishtha Chatterjee, Avinash Arun</div><div><br></div><div>The Lighthouse (2019)</div><div>8/10</div><div>English</div><div>Robert Eggers</div><div><br></div><div>Detective Byomkesh Bakshy! 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J. Hogan</div><div><br></div><div>Ajeeb Daastaans (2021)</div><div>7/10</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Shashank Khaitan, Raj Mehta,</div><div>Neeraj Ghaywan & Kayoze Irani</div><div><br></div><div>Summer of 85 (2020)</div><div>6/10</div><div>French</div><div>François Ozon</div><div><br></div><div>Zindagi: in Short (2020)</div><div>6/10</div><div>Hindi, Gujarati & English</div><div><ul><li>Tahira Kashyap</li><li>Punarvasu Naik</li><li>Vijayeta Kumar</li><li>Rakesh Sain</li><li>Gautam Govind Sharma</li><li>Smrutika Panigrahi</li><li>Vinay Chhawal</li></ul><div><br></div></div><div>Latter Days (2003)</div><div>5/10</div><div>English</div><div>C. Jay Cox</div><div><br></div><div>Sandeep Aur Pinky Faraar (2021)</div><div>9/10</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Dibakar Banerjee</div><div><br></div><div>Another Round (2020)</div><div>7/10</div><div>Danish</div><div>Thomas Vinterberg</div><div><br></div><div>Y Tu Mamá También (2001)</div><div>6/10</div><div>Spanish</div><div>Alfonso Cuarón</div><div><br></div><div>End of the Century (2019)</div><div>8/10</div><div>Spanish</div><div>Lucio Castro</div><div><br></div><div>A Summer's Tale (1996)</div><div>8/10</div><div>French</div><div>Éric Rohmer</div><div><br></div><div>Haseen Dillruba (2021)</div><div>7/10</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Vinil Mathew</div><div><br></div><div>Strangers (2007)</div><div>6/10</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Aanand L Rai</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Chehre (2021)</u></i></div><div><i><u>6/10</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Rumy Jafry</u></i></div><div><br></div><div>Paris 05:59:Théo & Hugo (2016)</div><div>8/10</div><div>French</div><div>Olivier Ducastel & Jacques Martineau</div><div><br></div><div>Tom at the Farm (2013)</div><div>8/10</div><div>French</div><div>Xavier Dolan</div><div><br></div><div>Ankahi Kahaniya (2021)</div><div>9/10</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Abhishek Chaubey, Saket Chaudhary & </div><div>Ashwiny Iyer Tiwari</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Bunty aur Babli 2 (2021)</u></i></div><div><i><u>6/10</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Varun Sharma</u></i></div><div><br></div><div>Kaali Khuhi (2020)</div><div>7/10</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Terrie Samundra<br></div><div><br></div><div>Chhorii (2021)</div><div>9/10</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Vishal Furia</div><div><br></div><div><i><u>Chandigarh Kare Aashiqui (2021)</u></i></div><div><i><u>7/10</u></i></div><div><i><u>Hindi & Punjabi</u></i></div><div><i><u>Abhishek Kapoor</u></i></div><div><br></div><div>Sur: The Melody of Life (2002)</div><div>8/10</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Tanuja Chandra</div><div><br></div><div>Meenakshi Sundareshwar (2021)</div><div>7/10</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Vivek Soni</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>P. S. Films indicated in Italic and Underline are the ones which I saw in theatre. <br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><b>Web Series / TV Shows</b></div><div><br></div><div>I Know This Much Is True</div><div><br></div><div>The Married Woman</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Dev DD </div><div>Season 2</div><div><br></div><div>Modern Love</div><div>Season 1 & 2</div><div><br></div><div>Bombay Begums</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Bandish Bandits</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Out of Love</div><div>Season 1 & 2</div><div><br></div><div>His Storyy</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>What the Love! with Karan Johar</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Normal People</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Broken But Beautiful</div><div>Season 3</div><div><br></div><div>Fabulous Lives of Bollywood Wives</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Maharani</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Feels Like Ishq</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Bhaag Beanie Bhaag</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Little Things</div><div>Season 4</div><div><br></div><div>Bigg Boss OTT</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Fittrat</div><div>Season 1, Episodes 1 to 4</div><div><br></div><div>Adulting</div><div>Season 3</div><div><br></div><div>Decoupled</div><div>Season 1</div><div><br></div><div>Virgin River</div><div>Season 1 to 3</div><div><br></div><div>Emily in Paris</div><div>Season 2</div><div><br></div><div>Never Have I Ever</div><div>Season 2</div><div><br></div><div><b>Short film</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Closure - A Film about Consent by Tinder</div><div><br></div><div>The Booth</div><div><br></div><div>Counterfeit Cunkoo</div><div><br></div><div>Summer Vacation</div><div><br></div><div>Six Strands</div><div><br></div><b><i>Rewatch</i></b><div><br></div><div>We Are Family</div><div><br></div><div>Dear Maya</div><div><br></div><div>Into the Wild</div><div><br></div><div>Love Aaj Kal (2020)</div><div><br></div><div>Fleabag</div><div>Season 1 & 2</div><div><br></div><div>Pushpavalli</div><div>Season 1 & 2</div><div><br></div><div>Matched short film </div><div><br></div><div>Jab We Met </div><div><br></div><div>Sisak (short film)</div><div><br></div><div>Loev</div><div><br></div><div>English Vinglish</div><div><br></div><div>A Suitable Boy</div><div><br></div><div>Khamakha (short film)</div><div><br></div><div>Queen</div><div><br></div><div>October</div><div><br></div><div>Hum Tum </div><div><br></div><div>Raanjhanaa</div><div><br></div><div>Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu</div><div><br></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-91093057393162214772021-12-31T16:03:00.001+05:302021-12-31T16:05:04.616+05:30Books I read in 20211. Aayno<div>Gujarati</div><div>Ashwini Bhatt</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>2. Saat Pagla Aakashman</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Kundanika Kapadia</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>3. Home Body</div><div>English</div><div>Rupi Kaur</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>4. Theek Tumhare Peechhe</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Manav Kaul</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>5. Tatvamasi</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Dhruv Bhatt</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>6. Prem Kabootar</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Manav Kaul</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>7: Amrita Imroz: A Love Story</div><div>English</div><div>Uma Trilok</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>8. Tumhare Baare Mein</div><div>Hindi</div><div>Manav Kaul</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div><b><i><u>Re-read</u></i></b></div><div><br></div><div>Ek ane Ek</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Chandrakant Bakshi</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>Lili Nasoma Pankhar</div><div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Chandrakant Bakshi</div><div>(4/5)</div></div><div><br></div><div>Hun, Konarak Shah</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Chandrakant Bakshi</div><div>(4/5)</div><div><br></div><div>Ekaltana Kinara</div><div>Gujarati</div><div>Chandrakant Bakshi</div><div>(5/5)</div><div><br></div><div>P.S. I have just included the books which I picked up this year and finished reading. I couldn't complete few books so I've not added them.</div><div><br></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-6343190908775700142021-11-27T12:50:00.000+05:302021-11-27T12:50:29.367+05:30હમ તુમ - એરપોર્ટ પર છૂટા પડીને ફરીથી મળવું<div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br></b></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b>કુણાલ કોહલીની ફિલ્મ 'હમ તુમ' ખૂબ જ સુંદર રીતે નવ વર્ષના સમયગાળામાં બદલાતી લાગણીઓનું વર્ણન કરે છે. રિયા (રાની મુખર્જી) અને કરણ (સૈફ અલી ખાન) વર્ષો સુધી એકબીજાને મળે છે, છૂટા પડે છે અને ફરીથી મળે છે તે સમય દરમિયાન તેઓની જિંદગીમાં ઘણા પરિવર્તનો આવે છે. દુઃખ આવ્યા બાદ ફરીથી </b></span><b>જિંદગીમાં આગળ વધવું એ પ્રક્રિયા રિયાની જિંદગીમાં બને છે. કરણ વર્ષો પછી પોતાના વિચારો અને જિંદગી વિશેના અભિગમમાં પરિપક્વ બને છે.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Around three months ago, in June 2021, on some working day, I was very late for my office and I saw one aged lady indicating her hand for a lift sign and I stopped my vehicle. I asked her where she wanted to go. She told me that she was waiting for an auto-rickshaw for the past ten to fifteen minutes but nobody stopped. She wanted to go to the bank which was nearby my office, so I told her to sit behind me on my two-wheeler. She immediately started to give blessings to me, maybe because it was really hot that morning and she seemed very tired. In those five minutes drive, I got to know that she was going to the bank to get some money from her late husband's account. Her late husband had some kidney complications and they transferred one of her kidneys to him but they couldn't save him. She was surviving with one kidney for the past three years after her husband's death. She told me that their son was on some higher-level post somewhere and he didn't support it. She travelled from some small town in Saurashtra to get this money. She also explained some bank account complications which I didn't understand. I felt so bad, deep inside my heart. I was numb, I didn't understand what to say or what to do next. I was very late for the office but I asked if she needed further help I could go inside the bank with her but she denied and thanked me. She started crying and gave me blessings. My eyes were almost teary. I told her not to cry and said she was very strong and we drifted apart.</span></b></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Since the past few months, I have had some professional and personal problems. I tried a lot but none of them got solved. I tried everything to forget those issues. I travelled, I made paintings, I read books, I watched movies, even I took a break from my work and I was on leave for few days. Meanwhile, I learnt many things. We share problems with some very personal people. But sometimes nobody can help us because the situation isn't in anyone's favour. This time I didn't share with anybody what I was feeling deep inside or what I was going through in that phase of life. Eventually, some very close people sensed and I told them. I couldn't solve any of the problems but they seemed a little less important. I got used to living with them. Now if I get hurt with someone I just stop talking to that person and wait for him or her to understand the situation because every time we explain them and they don't understand. I stopped telling people what their faults were and how those situations affected me. Because I know if they don't understand by themselves there is no need to mention those things. They might think I'm very fragile but very few of them know that I am very strong. </span></b></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Years ago I failed few subjects in my engineering and I was going back to my home from college. I was very sad and I was sitting on the edge of the city bus' door because the whole bus was very much crowded. Maybe I was crying because one gentleman offered me some water. This gentleman or some other strangers who have helped me or sometimes I did some small favours like the incident mentioned earlier are in my heart even after this much time has passed.</span></b></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Years after years we meet new people, but very few can impact our lives. Eventually, we lose friends or some people give us a tremendous bunch of memories and suddenly they leave this world or city or sometimes those relationships just die...</span></b></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Whenever I go to new places, I find their daily life very interesting. I might not be able to adjust to their daily routine, but their life fascinates me. In the past few months, I visited places where there were mountains, waterfalls or forests. I got to know their hardship regarding day to day life. When I was in my teens I used to imagine someday I would live in mountains, because nature has always fascinated me. I still sometimes think about mountains whenever I feel sad. In the past few months whenever I was sad I used to visit nearby parks and other natural places. I used to document trees, clouds, peacocks, lakes, flowers, sunset and few other natural things and surroundings via pictures and videos. It made me calm, maybe eventually helped me to live with my problems by just accepting them.</span></b></p>
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<p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">***************</span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">There's nothing wrong with you. There's a lot wrong with the world you live in.</span></b></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">- Chris Colfer</span></b></div></span></b><p></p>
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Dev and Maya had a small talk and both of them instantly felt connected. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Maya was confused about whether she loved Rishi or not. She felt that sometimes friendship replaces love and then there remains no space for love. Maya knew Rishi since childhood, they were good friends. But Maya didn't love him, of course, she didn't know at that time. She eventually got married to Rishi.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Dev was married to Rhea. They both were settled in life but not happy together. It was the day when Dev also realised that probably his love for Rhea has changed. He didn't answer properly when Maya asked if he loved his wife. Because he was as confused as Maya.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Maya was trying to find love for years. But that love wasn't Rishi. She was sitting on that bench and thinking how her life would turn out in future. Dev advised her to find love even after marriage. He said, if she won't look for it, she won't find it. Probably Dev was also assuring himself about the same thing. He was also looking for love. That love was Maya.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>They both didn't know the particular thing at that moment. But both of them felt something deep inside. As Rishi was putting sindoor in Maya's maang, at the same moment, Dev had an accident and blood was flowing from the wound to his face. Dev narrated the incident beautifully by saying that time can heal anything, but in few relationships, some wounds get deepen as time passes.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>**********</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Dev - Shah Rukh Khan</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Maya - Rani Mukerji</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Rishi - Abhishek Bachchan</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Rhea - Preity Zinta</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>**********</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Movie: Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna (2006)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Written & Directed by: Karan Johar</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Screenplay: Karan Johar, Shibani Bathija</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Dialogues: Niranjan Iyengar</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Cinematography: Anil Mehta</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-9876098108306351912021-05-31T22:52:00.002+05:302021-05-31T22:53:59.019+05:30Aditi - Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Dear Aditi, </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Sometimes I think how much courage you would have needed to let Avi go because you knew he would probably never even realise that you loved him so much. It was you only who said you all were growing up and you all had to stop behaving like children when Bunny got admission to Chicago. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">You were not sure whether Bunny would come to your wedding but you gave your best by at least sending a video message, I could feel you were missing him so much and deep inside you needed your best friend. You were so happy when he was with you while you were getting ready on your wedding day. I still remember all those expressions you had while you were looking into the mirror.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">You are among very few people who have changed for good. You were so upfront when Naina's mom asked about your studies, you told her without any hesitance that you do not like to study much. I couldn't have been friends with you in the first place because I am like a scholar Naina, but we would have gotten along on the Manali trip, because I know how to have fun exactly like you. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">You had everything a girl could ask for - beauty, confidence, wisdom & most importantly courage. You were so sure about Taran because you knew that spending time with him would make things alright. They say that people like us don't fit along with those boxes made by society, but we don't care even. We just need people with whom we can have a good time, with whom we can relax, can dance and talk about life. I hope Taran is one of them.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Lots of love,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">S.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">P. S. Although I am vegetarian, I would like to eat your ham & cheese sandwiches, so I hope someday you will invite me for that long conversation because I want to make things alright by spending some time with you.</span></b></div></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-68972797409656701792021-05-31T20:09:00.003+05:302021-05-31T20:09:21.175+05:30Sid - Dil Chahta Hai<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Dear Sid,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I can not describe how much I love you. I can relate to you at so many stages of my life because I'm somewhat like you, there are few qualities in you that I've in myself. You do not know much about how to crack jokes & end up saying serious things, giving pieces of advice and taking care of people. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I can relate to your unconventional thinking about love. Love where age doesn't matter. Love which you can not describe, but you know there's no any bondage, there's just freedom when you feel like you have broken all those walls around you and you know that love is an emotion where you can feel each season, flower, colour, fragrance, moonlight, waterfall, forest, song, rain, butterfly and what not! You explained love so simply to Deepa while watching the sunset that I thought I wish I would have sat beside you at that particular moment.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The most beautiful thing is you actually listen to other people in conversations and then you reply according to the situation- sometimes with maturity and sometimes with innocence.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I love the way you devote yourself to art like all other people were chatting and enjoying at a graduation party, but you sketched Shalini, whom you did not even know. You wanted to make a portrait of Tara, and you knew that it would be the best painting you've ever made. I love the way you take care of your friends. At Chapora Fort, Goa, you thought you might lose your friends because you knew their importance, you're the kind of person for whom friendship is one of the most important things. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Sometimes I think about how your room would look-alike in Kasauli, what you would be doing there or how would you paint certain things. Maybe you're a mountain person like me, or maybe not. But one thing I'm sure about is that you would be such a famous artist by now, and I hope you're in a happy place with happy people around. I genuinely hope that you've found whatever your heart had desired in your younger days.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Lots of love,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">S.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">P. S. Please send me one of your painting and of course your recent photograph with a cute smile!</span></b></div></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-78852370738752930562021-02-14T21:00:00.000+05:302021-03-04T13:59:19.651+05:30કંઇક આપ<div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>હું જ સતત આપ્યા કરું?</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>ક્યારેક તુ પણ કંઇક આપ!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>સફેદ કાગળ માટે કોઇ રંગ આપ!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>વાતાવરણમાં સુવાસ પ્રસરે, ગુલાબ તો આપ!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>હું તો સતત ઝંખ્યા કરું,</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>એક હૂંફાળી સવાર,</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>એક ઢળતી બપોર કે નમતી સાંજ,</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>ક્યારેક તો તુ કંઇક આપ...</b></span></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-15870809494510157132021-02-12T22:00:00.001+05:302021-03-04T13:56:49.765+05:30Evening<div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">It was a cold evening. The Sun has just set and the Moon was about to appear in the dusky sky. The boy seemed lost and unhappy. But he was walking on the right path. The branches of all trees were making a beautiful scene, almost like a painting. He stopped for a while and he found a stone, white. He touched it and it was having a smooth surface. He sat somewhere and listened to the sound of Peacock. He realised that the inner peace he was looking for, was easily available here. He wiped his tears and promised himself that he will be happy.</b></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-59202501117153507732021-02-10T22:00:00.001+05:302021-03-04T13:55:58.884+05:30Someday<div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">Someday, I'll write about what was on my mind when I saw you for the very first time. I'll write about how I felt in your arms. I'll write about each season, I'll write about every feeling I have lived with you. I'll write about the evening spent in the mountains. I'll write about the afternoon by a waterfall. I'll write about every tear which rolled down on my cheeks. Someday, I'll write about everything.</b></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-80257519083546307712020-12-31T22:59:00.001+05:302020-12-31T23:03:53.999+05:3020-20<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Twenty20 was introduced to create a fast-paced game for Cricket. But in general, this year was ironically slow-moving. Lots of people had many dreams and goals, but Covid pandemic ruined many things for many of them. This year wasn't bad for me, but I have had better I would say. I started a new beginning in my personal life, still struggling for professional life to become better. I'm still learning to control emotions, fears, shame, guilt and so much. I'm still learning how to achieve some ambitions. I'm still learning how to fulfil some of my dreams. I still have many things on my bucket list. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>This year, I've learned so much from life. I learned that some people will never value you and that's okay. In life, sometimes we do so much for people, sometimes they don't deserve that much from us and still, they don't credit us for it or sometimes they are not even thankful. But all we can do is just learn to move on. Some people will hurt you unintentionally and you'll never be able to forget it, but just you have to forgive them... This has happened to me with the people I thought were my friends, but they were just colleagues, nothing more. I wanted to tell them how I felt in those days, but I never did and now maybe I'll not. Probably I gave them much importance which wasn't required and I'm learning to move on. I learned that you can have many emotions, you feel many things on many days, but not everyone needs to know that. You can tell those things to your loved ones or good friends because those people will not judge you. I've struggled a lot this year regarding inequality at the workplace, which relations to hold on and which to let go of. It was hard for me to accept some loved ones and friends for how they are or how they behaved this year. I've struggled a lot to digest many of the things my family and friends told me. I've sacrificed many things for a few people and a better future but realised later it wasn't worth it. In short, it was just another year with letting go of many things. I was about to lose some of my friends, for some of the things they confessed, some of the things I confessed to them and some I knew from other people, all of these were major things. I just had to forgive and just had to move forward with a heavy heart because those friendships were important. I was just close to going in a nervous breakdown regarding Sushant's death, how I've controlled myself, only I know that because I never told anyone. Some of the things are just known by very few loved ones which I am not going to discuss here. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Just realised that one decade is also ending. After posting one video of my photos each year, I realised that I've learned a lot and I've evolved as a person. I graduated, got myself a good job, started this blog, read many books and watched many films... Cheers to a better future, happiness, dreams and whatever you desire! Happy 2021!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-83679101938077155272020-12-28T21:08:00.002+05:302020-12-28T21:08:12.576+05:30Books I read in 2020<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This year I've not been able to finish many books. Some of them I've left in between and never picked up again, some I still want to complete but couldn't because of many things. I am surprised that I was able to complete only six books. I've not added the magazines, short stories and books which I read for my competitive exams.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Find Me</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">André Aciman</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our Souls at Night</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Kent Haruf</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Cat in the Hat</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr. Seuss</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cobalt Blue</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sachin Kundalkar</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Malela Jeev</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pannalal Patel</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Raseedi Ticket</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Amrita Pritam</span></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-8302574350502765632020-12-25T17:56:00.000+05:302020-12-25T17:56:56.453+05:30Home<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">He imagined himself as a twelve-year-old boy for whom the world was divided into black and white only. Over the years he realised the grey part of the world when he stayed in that home. The home which was just a small part of the earth. They took care of that brick-walled house and nurtured it with feelings and love. A few months later that house turned into a home. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">He read numerous books there. He saw many movies. He knew the meaning of friendship. He passed his high school. He graduated. He got a job. He got married. The home remained the same. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">He could feel the warmth on every corner still after fifteen years. He still remembers the old neighbourhood, the days before street lights, the days before interior roads in surroundings. He can still feel the coldness of all those dark days when the future seemed impossible. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">He remembers the day when they entered the home and there was a clay pot decorated with the leaves of Asoka tree, coconut and what not. He still remembers his first shaving, old bicycle, starry nights of Summer at the terrace, the warmth of his favourite corner while reading novels in Winter, rainy evenings and snacks at the balcony, cloudy atmosphere while listening to the radio, all unfulfilled desires and so many sweet-sour moments. The sun will shine every day and he'll never forget all these memories.</span></b></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-33429403960281136162020-11-15T20:59:00.001+05:302020-11-15T21:00:02.990+05:30Photograph<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>She opened the drawer and got the courage to open an envelope inside it. There was a beautiful photograph of hers at her young age with some boy. The boy was looking so happy with a broad smile on his face. She was just smiling. She looked closely and she found out that there was a rose in his pocket, which she never noticed until today. She tried to recall that moment which was years ago. She tried to imagine her favourite song playing in the background. He has told her that he wanted to talk about something important. She replied that at first, she will tell what was on her mind and she told him that she couldn't continue it anymore. He didn't ask the reason. They hugged. Now, she tried to imagine how her life would have turned into if she would have let him confess whatever he wanted to talk about and a tear rolled down on her cheek.</b></span></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-84102669755046277672020-11-04T22:57:00.000+05:302020-11-04T22:57:20.908+05:30Dream<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">On that quiet afternoon by the lake, when we were holding hands, you were talking about how in the past few years some decisions made you regret, how some moments made you laugh like anything and how some things will never change, you suddenly wiped the chocolate piece from my lips with the paper napkin you had in your jeans pocket, at that time, did you have feelings for me or was it just a dream?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">On that windy evening, when one could easily sense cold weather, why did you take me for a walk on that hill? You told me you wanted to talk about something but you simply said nothing. I waited and waited for a long time, then I plucked the flower and immediately your face just brightened up even at the sunset, should I count it as a reality or just a dream?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">On that cold morning, when I was caressing your beard, you just smiled in your sleep, were you seeing some dream? </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412553881534232860.post-25448522039482193202020-09-22T21:00:00.000+05:302020-09-22T21:00:04.662+05:30 The other side<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>When we go to school or college, we think life is complicated because we aren't getting desired attention or our needs aren't being satisfied or say we can't get sufficient marks in several subjects. Then we enter in real life and we realise that life is way more complicated than those things. We don't get a deserved salary or our love life is doomed. But eventually, we live each day and somehow we survive. The other side of the story is some people don't survive such kind of situations and that's sad.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Even if we fail as a student or lover or parent, that's okay. The important thing is we shouldn't fail ourselves as humans. It's not easy to survive in depression. But we've to try, each and every day. But what if nothing gets better and everything becomes darker?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>It hurts when you expect something to happen and it doesn't. It hurts more when your loved ones and friends fail to understand what you're going through. It hurts when you invest all your energy and time into one person and that particular person doesn't love you back. It hurts when you tell them about your dreams several times, but for them, their society's rules are more important. That's when you lose faith in your loved ones. </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>You dream for some kind of life, but in this cruel world, you end up being hanged by yourself or eating sleeping pills or whatsoever. And that's sad, very sad. It's not about you ended up your life, it is about this world has failed to understand your point of view. To take your own life isn't an option, but maybe for some people, it's better than to live a whole life as a lie.</b></div></div>Sanjay Desaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019774354602896352noreply@blogger.com0