Women!

Woooo-men!

First you woo
then  feel blue
force your ego to boo
then strain your brain and leave eyes full of dew
put your heart in pain and all feelings you slowly chew
amidst all this one you discover who are you
then you meet another wooo-men and you think she is new
you go with the flow and try giving life another view
and you again woo !
Alas, it isnt so simple, its a circle which may forever continue!

Its raining men !

Monsoons havent arrived yet. I can feel stormy weather slipping in. I can hear the thunder.  I do not want to go out. I dont want let my self get soaking wet. But before I realise, its already pouring. The darkest cloud is right above my head. I have no choice except to get soaked.


What is stated above are my feelings right after I listed things pending to be done in my daily writing pad. There are already 21 things and the list is increasing. Work is pouring.

MAA

When despite of so many attempts I couldnt learn riding bicycle, my mom told me -"dont worry beta ! Just like you learned the multiplication tables, you would manage to learn riding bicycles." And I did manage. About 18 years later, I was in the final year of college and despite of a few attempts I could not manage to get a job. Since too many such things happened that time, I was very low and disappointed. My mom then told me that just like you managed riding bikes and multiplication tables, you will get a very good job as well.


Such has been support of my mom in my (our -including my brother) life throughout. Right since giving birth and showing us this beautiful world, taking us alone to doctors very far away in rickshaws when my dad was buisy in certain important meetings, teaching us all basic things essential in this world, being our full time tuitions, beating us to teach us lessons, singing for us, cooking for us everyday, making sure we always wear clean and well ironed clothes everyday, forgiving our mistakes, hiding our mistakes and saving us from dad's anger, understanding our needs and emotions, laughing with us, strengthening our characters, loving protecting and caring about us always (and for doing millions of such things), mom you have been like a god in our lives. Dad too has been equally important in our lives but this being a mothers day, all words here are for you.


I had never ever been away from home in my life of 24 years. I never stayed in any hostel or boarding school. And now here I am in Mumbai. Working and living alone and missing you everyday in my life.

माँ मुझे घर वापस बुला लो,
जो भी सब्जी बनोगी उसे मैं बिना शिकायत किये खाऊंगा,
जो काम कहोगी वह करूँगा और बिलकुल तंग नहीं करूँगा.
समय से उठूँगा और समय से सोऊंगा
गाडी धीरे चलाऊंगा और घर के काम में मदद भी करूँगा
सच बोलूँगा, मेहनत करूँगा, पैसा और शोहरत भी कमाऊंगा
ना  गलत काम करूँगा और ना ही गलत चीज़ को हाथ लगाऊंगा.

ये कहाँ आ गया हूँ मैं खुद समझ नहीं पाता हूँ
दिन रात सोचता हूँ और बस सोचता ही रह जाता हूँ
यहाँ आज़ादी है, मेरा वश भी चलता है और सब कुछ अपनी मर्ज़ी से करता हूँ
लेकिन सब अधूरा है, गहरा अँधेरा है जिससे मैं कभी सहम सा जाता हूँ
बड़ा हो गया हूँ, कमाने भी लगा हूँ और रोज़ ऑफिस जाता हूँ
पुरानी यादों में खो जाता हूँ पर नए सपने नहीं बुन पाता हूँ
काम में मन लगता हूँ पर रोज़ थक सा जाता हूँ
जब परेशान होता हूँ तोह खुद को समझाता हूँ 
हँसता भी हूँ , गाता हूँ और चेह्चाहाता भी हूँ
लोग हमेशा रहते हैं पर कई बार खुद को अकेला पाता हूँ
लोग कहते हैं कि मैं तरक्की कर रहा हूँ
जो कुछ भी हूँ, जैसा भी हूँ और जहाँ भी हूँ
आज मैं खुश हूँ

है हकीकत कि यह सब कुछ तुम्हारी बदौलत! 
मेरी येही  है आस कि मैं सदा रहूँ तुम्हारे पास!
वरना किस काम कि यह तरक्की और किस काम कि यह शोहरत !

gauravgopal99 and gaurav_gopal99

The above are my email ids. I am simply writing this post because a senior associate today wanted to mail a bulky file on my personal id as it was bouncing off from my office id. When I told him my id, he asked me what does 99 mean in your id? I gave him an answer. I shouldn’t have thought much about it later but nevertheless I thought about this. Is it only me who thinks so much or everyone does it? I think every sentimental emotional fool does. And i bet all such sentimental and emotional fools have a very good memory. Coming back to the question. I have answered this question so many times. And I have always lied. My usual answers include that the id was not available, i made id in 99, etc. Thats a lie. Truth is that when I was in 11th standard, I opened my first ever account on hotmail only to chat and send & receive mails from a girl (with whom i had a long relationship thereafter). Thats okay i suppose. I would have made a simple id, but just for the simple reason I was hitting on that girl, I made id with digits 99 as she also had 99 in her id. At that time, I guess she also asked the same question, but at that time I did not answer the question. Years later when i opened account on gmail, i again used 99 as I was still in the relationship. And now I am living with these ids permanently. I am writing here not because I am regretting anything, but just wanted to tell you this small truth about myself. One should never compare their present with past. Becauser when it was there in the past, it was beautiful. And once you compare it with present, it will look as if it was a waste.

FLIGHT DELAYED! SLP DISPOSED! OBJECTIVE ACHIEVED! FLIGHT MISSED! ROADS JAMMED! WORK POURED! BORED!

Mumbai se aaya mera dost ! Dost ko salaam karo! The song cobra and yadav sang when I landed in IGI Airport when I came for the first hearing on March 29 in this matter which got disposed off yesterday. And during these 3 visits to Delhi it really felt great seeing everyone after so long. Especially when I was lost in the web miseries and questions. And I felt equally bad when I came back this time. I have a feeling like an orphan whenever I go away from people who are so close to me. People say I am an emotional fool. I think I am.

May 3 was the date of hearing and for filing of consent terms which was fixed by the Supreme Court. The period from March end till May 4 was full of trips for me. BHOPAL-DELHI-INDORE-NAGPUR-DELHI-DELHI. And here I lie exhausted and tired. And guess what, I have been given 7 new matters to work on. Two years of ordeal in Mumbai are about to get over and much more responsibilities are dancing over my head asking me to take care of them and make all of them happy. And my nature has been such that I always wanted to make everyone happy so I am doing that.

In this matter which we call as “Worli Matter”, I was asked to take a lead for a real life compromise and settlement. Immidiately i went into the flashbacks of Dispute Resolution days in college. There was this ADR Cell lead by Dr. Surya Prakash. And it felt great to preside over a settlement and see it coming to an end so well. As I have told you all before, I still maintain that I am getting paid to learn. I spent the international labour day preparing for the delivery of my baby. Yes, I call this settlement my baby. And the evening was well spent with a dinner with some former colleagues of WG and accidently catching up the Laser show at Queens Necklace on Maharashtra Day. The best thing about living in India is that there are so many such DAYS. And you get off on most of such DAYS. Good fun.

Sunday April 2, I was awaken by the ring on my phone. There were certain fresh issues which had to be tackled with. This human brain is a deadly thing. It thinks so much. But anyways after sorting out things, I hurriedly packed my bag and reached airport on time only to find that the air craft had some technical problems. They took three hours to change the air craft and I could reach my Hotel only at 9:30. Lalit Intercontinental. Nice hotel. I prepared for the next day and slept. May 3 was supposed to be a big day and I made sure I had arranged for everything. Right from the conference with Mr. Counsel till the filing of consent terms, everything went perfect. And it was over. And so were my hopes coz I knew that I wont be coming to Delhi again anytime soon. But it was good to see people from my college in the Supreme Court. Some juniors who are still studying, some who just passed and some seniors who passed long back. I always feel good and excited when I get to meet students from my college or when I hear anything about college. I still feel attached.

Then I had RAJMA CHAWAL in Bengali Market at Bengali Sweets right opposite to Nathus. It reminded me of good old internship days. The yadav called me up telling me that he has taken off from office just coz I was not coming to Delhi anytime soon again. Yadavji you are a gem that I have in my life. Sandy also had not gone to office coz of other issues. And we asked sameer to bunk office for sometime. Aur jahan char yaar mil jaayein wahan raat gujar jaye ho gaya. At KHAN MARKET we kept drinking till we realized it was seven and I was supposed to board my flight at 8 20. And Yadav put everything behind for dropping me on time. Magar ye ho na saka. Aur flight miss ho gayi. Mere saath yeh doosri baar hua hai. Kya karoon meri sangat hi kuch aisi hai. But I was happy that I had an extended stay in Delhi.

When i reached back here in Mumbai, I was welcomed by the motormen strike due to which locals in Mumbai came to a hault. And the entire Mumbai came out on roads. All roads were badly jammed. Despite taking the Bandra Worli sea link I was late by 2 hours. And as I say, when it rains, it pours. It poured the entire day and I was exhausted.

This T-20 World Cup is looking as dead as Ranji Trophy in India. I don’t feel like seeing matches. I am bored of excessive cricket. I am desperately waiting for FIFA World Cup. Much more desperately I want to play football. But where is the time. When there is time, where is the field? When there is field, where are the players? So, I play inside my flat. My Anfield.

And I know this blog is getting as boring as sometimes my company is. Thats all i wanted to share with you as of now.

And yeah Kasab has been given death sentence today. Everyone knows that was coming. He will be hanged after sometime or some days or some months. Thats all right but its not something which is going to lead to deterrence. Govt prosecutor said in fancy words that “Kasab ka hisaab poora ho gaya.” But they do not know that there is no hisaab of terrorism. No such precedent can stop it. However it may further aggravate it. But nevertheless, it was something which was bound to happen. No sympathies and no further comments.