And the life goes on an on . . . .

I always think when we get up in the morning, whether this is going to be just another day or something different I'd come across, take the monotone away from my life and make it bit different from what it was yesterday. No matter how strongly determined I am to do something different for the day, I ultimately tend to stick to the same routine.
Life works in chapters. One goes, another one comes in and that is the only change I get to notice. And throughout a chapter its all the same, dull and monotonic. The random thoughts hover into my mind, thoughts which have never been thought of, thoughts which would never be thought of. They just come and go before I even understand what they were about. A random, feeble resolution for change in the thoughts is all gone by the time I get washed up. Thoughts comprise of all the novelty thats possible to be stuffed into the day ahead, but yes none of them persist enough to become reality. Only a few of them have the capability to persist and materialize. Thats where the change lies, thats where a new chapter begins. And its again all the same throughout. Its all about how frequently one's changing chapters, so that one doesn't feel the monotone. Only alternating or changing tones make music. It takes a change to live the life, it takes a change to start a new beginning . . it takes a change to make music out of tones. . . There's no end to it . . Let the melody go on and on . . and on . . .

An Appeal from a Marathi Manus

Call this an appeal, request or a contempt, or even an accusation, but hereby, every Indian has become your victim, directly or indirectly. North Indians, who are being looked at with hatred and also the Marathis who deny to forcefully follow your ethics, who are being looked down upon in India minus Maharashtra. I, in spite of being a Marathi, do never want to visit Mumbai, because you've made it a difficult place to be in.

I turn on the news, I see you all over it. I hate to open a newspaper and discuss the news with my North-Indian (that is how you call them) friends, because I fear how they'll react to it. Still, I have been following the news and have been also scrutinizing it just for a spec of a reason why what you're doing is necessary, and I've not managed to find even one. I have been accusing the South-Indians for disrespectful attitude towards Hindi, but this is way out of my imagination. You . . We have gone far worse than them in condemning Hindi and supporting regionalism. If we don't show our guests respect, we can't expect the same attitude back from them.

The attitude is contagious. Marathis in Maharashtra have started to show symptoms of being contaminated; are you really looking forward to the day when all of Maharashtra becomes sick of the epidemic?

Give us all a break, will you, please?