Tuesday, December 25, 2007

My Garden

Hello All,

Have a look at my garden plants. They all wanted to say a 'Hii' to my visitors.

Overview from inside the door.
My good old cactus.
Button Plant
Dunno the name, but it isnt Adenium(or desert rose)
Unknown3, flowers red grows even by planting a single leaf stem.
Unkown4, purple crawler (new one on terrace)

Adenium Obesum (Desert Rose).... gem of my garden.



Pls. help me get the names to the unkown.

Thank you.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Guest Blogger - Vani

Monday, September 24, 2007

Masked Man

There he was in the middle of the stage
Wearing a mask, jumping around.
For he was a clown, always smiling
Hiding all that went on inside

He jumped, he laughed, he toppled, he ran,
He did what they wanted, for he was what he was...just a clown
His expression, oh so funny!
Showed a lot, yet revealed so little
People thought him happy, as he made everyone laugh
What was inside, always hidden
for he was a masked man.

He had to make people feel good, for he was a clown
It mattered not what he felt inside?
For as they say, he was only a clown.
One who makes a fool of himself, as he fools everyone else around.


Friday, September 28, 2007

A blurt

May it not be orchids but I'm glad to see some daffodils.
May it not be a hearty laugh but I'm glad to have a smile.

Several moments come every day since sometime when I feel good about myself. Probably never before I have been so yearning to regain my previous self. Anyways... I wanted to blurt out something on attitude, something on fundamentalism and something on materialism. Did I forget idealism? May be not, may be its same as fundamentalism. Anyways...

When my good friend, who pursues biochemistry, asked me if she would enjoy the nanoscience lecture the other day, I suggested her not to waste her time like me. I, being a physics student, had to attend the lecture for socialising sake. But it so turned out that the presentation was awesome and at one moment, I was considering it as a good career option. Every other speaker I had heard before, speaking about nanoscience, had made it look a dreary and dull subject; the reason of which I now rule out was excessive use of jargons and other subject specific terminology which have not come under the fascinating projector of media. And more importantly, the disablity of bringing complex ideas in a lucid form understandable to a layman.

And then I realise, while still being in the hall, that it is all about attitude. Something that I had realized long before and forgotten. Now that I have re-realized it, I'm still not in perfect harmony with the idea as I was before; I have my hopes. Attitude is the million dollar word, a divine wine that elates you to a state where everything looks beautiful and brings subtle simplicity in any other occurence around you.
Its all in your eyes.

is my favourite quote.

I dont think this blurt has been so fluent but blurts are not meant to be. Are they? :-)

Friday, September 14, 2007

September Breeze

As I arrive at the day,
From where it all started,
Bland or dramatic,
Sweet or sour,
I search for the right word,
That dares describe my journey.

I stand on the terrace,
Facing north star,
As if looking for a direction.

Smile my tear drenched lips,
Bouts of laughter within weeps.

All is same every year,
As I stand on the terrace,
Facing north star,
Looking for a direction,
Feeling, the September breeze.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

The Storm

A village resided sleepily on shore,
Merrily vivacious, some several hundred doors.
Baby dreams it seemed, every belly bore.

Sea was beautiful, tranquil, inspiring,
It was a giant, that roared by whispering.

A pack of men, A pack of dreams,
Build and board, a shack on streams.
A sail , a mast and sail into cyan,
Adventurous,joyous and sickening it can.(be)

Clouds thicken, lightnings quicken,
Violent waves toss the vessel,
"We are men, we're not chicken!
Oh, meek storm! we'll win by wrestle."

Optimism on a high,
All swelled chests, with a short sigh.
'Power of spoken words', they say,
'Never neigh a nay'.

Salty sea and sweat,
Torture the lesions,
For months they tolerate,
Awaiting calm season.

A speck of heat on the dead eyes,
A ray of sun, a flood of light,
Wrecked ship, open skies,
Dreams all flooded, left no might.

Erected the mast, patched the sail,
Lied on the shore,
Few skeletons, few pale.

"What is life?"
Cried all in chorus,
Scared of death and of its horrors.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Nostalgia stings these days....its all so blue

Just a day off from worries,
When I went koba, planting trees.
Encouraging the new lasses and lads,
Be eco-friendly and use TM launching pad.

Jeevantirth, Koba peaceful and soothing,
Green and chirping environment tranquilized me.

Hours passed as if seconds.

Time to leave,
I walk out of gate,
Nostalgia stinging.

Feeling like I used to,
Going to school after weekends,
Or after summer break,
Or when homework not done.

I wanted someone to ask me to stay there,
Just for a few more days.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Story of a gardener...1

Come my listeners,
Listen to the story of this gardener
And to the agonies of his garden.

Blossomed thoughts,
Enlivened spirits,
Took days by the storm
And I plant a few.

Mauvy with leaves so mauve,
Flapping tenderly along sweet breeze.
She bathed rain with innocence,
I loved her so..., she hugged me so...
Her touch so soft, so divine!
Wish I was a tree and she on me, a vine.

Thanks Saloni, I love you. I'll continue the story later. I'll go and see the agonizing survivors... lots of thanks....for inducing me to write, making me realize how much I miss my Mauvy.

Envies to the believer...

A belief so crept up,
I need no philosophy.
I need no fear,
Feeble be reasons-to shed a tear.
A cloud so grey,
Be no gloomier than sun's ray.

All time all to myself,
Never feel defeated,
Ample of time,
Ample of time!

Day spent means one less left to go,
An hour wasted - mammothian sacrifice to laze,
Almighty's religious seed if I sow,
I dissolve all haze.

Oh, I am so eager to see it sprout,
Only if I get a bean...

Friday, July 13, 2007

I sulk

I get up, I sulk, (radio) I dance, I bathe, I sulk, (physics lecture) I like it, I sulk, I see besties, I crack a joke, I sulk, I get money, I sulk, I go for a movie, I sulk, I go to sleep, I sulk, I sulk, I sulk, I sulk, I get up, I sulk.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Walking in my own shoes...

Some you gain, some you lose....

Its a matter of nostalgia...
I made myself some shoes...

Dream-crafted pair,
I leaped like a rabbit in air.
Passion filled my nerves,
I anticipated curves.

Once upon a time...
Fate rang my haunting chime.
Fear engulfed,
I sleep crumbled.

When I see my shoes,
I see my popped up toes.
And my flesh has shrunk,
My shoes are more like a trunk.

For rain, I yearn.

Hoping it'll flood away
My tears; keep them at bay.

I yearn passion, I yearn dreams.
I yearn tranquility, I yearn and I yearn...

Thursday, March 29, 2007

appreciation not recognition

I was riding back home tonight and as usual, the accelerator accelerated my contemplation.... once my contemplation got me into deep trouble when i hit a standing rickhsaw, anyways!

I feel that in one's life (atleast mine), appreciation matters a lot, it does!

I was watching this stupid awards function about a month back, there was this lady reema bharadwaj (sorry miss! if i messed up ur name...whats imp is what follows).... she collected the trophy for best female playback singer and said " my ego says that i dont work for awards and this piece of metal doesnt matter to me... but my heart says that this pie of appreciation means a lot to me and i'm nervous enough to say a word more..."

This was the only part I liked in that full two hours i wasted before the idiot box.

I can see another hershal standing before me and saying that this article is all trash! because appreciation and recognition are one and the same things... (ofcourse! i dont mean synonymous)

but recognition is to do with praising your success and appreciation is to do with giving an encouraging word looking at a person's effort...

i think i've reached the parking of my apartment and i slide in by the gap , a goodly parked car has kept for the purpose...

"be the change you wish to see in the world" - gandhian words resonate!

there are some pages lying on the floor.... printed on one side and crooked , human figures drawn with a pink crayon on the other side....(the troupe of kids in my apartment,,,,ah! god bless them not to grow up like their parents)

okay.... so i picked up one of them... and wrote "thanks for good parking :-) "! and made the perfect use of windshield wiper.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

SwIfT SeAsOns

Seasons drop and lift,
With pace so swift.
A moment of tear,
Another filled of cheer.
Then for days I sulk,
Followed by glories in bulk.
As I stand on the shore,
Time flows,my awe soars.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Mood Swings , Wish to be a child again

Pale is my skin,
Which used to be light,
Surrounding the wounds within
Sleeves, guarding them from sunlight.

For sunlight burns my blood,
That floweth upon the wound,
Though it will clot-heal the flood,
I fear the onlooker's sound?

Someone ripped my sleeves apart,
Exposing the darks I hid
From eyes none other than mine. Heart
Still pounds hard, wishing I myself should have slid.

Today as I hear a child cry,
Envies my heart, those tears
That roll on cheeks-pulled wry,
Inviting slumber and streaming fears.

Wish to be a child again
And cry like a tap,
Whenever inflicted with pain.
And hide my face in mother's lap.

Those folds in her garments,
Were so soothing, I realise.
Taking away torments,
Saving me of condolences(most of them lies).

A parable I protagonised,
Still my hands pull out sleeves,
Over wounds that have arised,
A ripper is blessed, though the ripping peeves.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Reliving Past - 8th October 2006


Had penned this long before... just as its quite realistic, quite nostalgic and quite fictious, i dared not keep this up. I do dare now.

A six year old monstrous, innocent boy and his strict, loving mother.
Its late in the night, kitchen's winding awaits arrival of father.
Something happened. Probably, a prank.
He said sorry, mother's anger didn't sank.

For, the prank was devilish and at a wrong time too.
Daddy! the saviour is not home yet, he thought. 'What shall I do?'
He thought of running to neighbour's house,
'Dear Uncle will save me while I play cat and mouse'.
Here comes mummy, tears swell up before the burst
'Surely, I'm gonna get smacked. Let me run-away, first.'
Kid runs out, into the passage, onto the stairs.
His cries burst out and behind, the door gets closed.
Inside, mother is in tears, while watching the mess she is to clear.

Discipline is must for a better future. True is her thinking for her dear(child).
Out he cries, n'bors try hard but tear never dries.
Fright is gone but heavier is guilt,
'Mummy works all day long, I never help a bit?'

Neighbours carry him home, fetch him water, clean his pee.
Clowns all around but his face is far from bearing a glee.
Fright is gone but heavier is guilt.

Atlast, he's tired of weeping and lullabies make him sleep,
Mother opens the door, with sorrows down-deep,
Goes next door, hugs her child who now is in a sound sleep.
Its thirteen years now, my fright is gone but heavier is guilt.

Self Centric Hershal...

When asked the meaning of my name, I would always answer "I'm defining it!" or to stubborn people, I would say "its the name for planet 'Uranus' or 'Neptune' , i dont care!"

Analysing Hershal.....

"Hersh" in gujarati or hindi or sanskrit would mean happiness

"Hershey" is the chocolate I love & occasionally my pet name.

"Herschel" Williams is the astronomer who discovered Uranus & Pluto

And on my visit to the bookstore last week, I was overjoyed to see

"Hershal" means a Lover, so I am.

is anything else that clicks to your mind? something to do with hershal?

man! m soo self-centric, am I? May be I'm a little eccentric but I am very glad to know that "Hershal" means a Lover.... [:)]

Calvin, Hobbes & my fascination...

pls. note: i have cropped a lot of posts from the blog. So, only those, which according to me, are good ones are available in the archives....do have a look at the archives.

Its been long since I talked about something to my blog( 'coz i think i hardly get any visitors). Best of my posts are now burried under the burden of 'archives'. sob!sob!sigh!

Anyways, for anyone who might tread this way... Today, after what it might seem like eternity, I want to talk about Calvin , Hobbes & why both these brats enchant me?

I like the way imagination flies in Calvin's mind and the world he creates for himself, a niche, where he's hopping along with his friend Hobbes. He's naughty, chirpy, happy happy, but sometimes quite philosophical and to me, euphemistic.

And words such as 'stinkhead', 'sissy', 'rats!', 'possum stuck in the colar' mingle in my mind all the time and I am so excited to use them when an appropriate opportunity comes.

Whenever its all gloomy, sulky, smokey & cloudy in my mind.... watching Hobbes and Calvin hugging each other soothes me out a lot.(its on my wallpaper & icons,thts been there since a month and half on my desktop where a wallpaper hardly stays for half a day's time)

I remember one such sulky time when I decided to sit and read calvin strips.... It refreshened me up so much that I wrote a poem for my dearest Calvin 'n Hobbes.

Here it goes:

Calvin: The Shocking True Story of the Boy whose Exploits Panicked a Nation

He phones the president,
A-bombs, I want two of them
from your defense department

Else I'll e-mail your nation,
ur click-where you flirt in fashion.
will be up on posters for next election.

the presy is petrified,
calls on his p.a. - who's horrified
they call back calvin, to bargain, in a tone very terrified.

calvin says no bargain,
e-mail forwards are gonna reign,
u r done!, out of office, catch the next train.

hobbes pities presy-the poor,
he wanted to go for an african-safari tour,
he's gonna get thrashed by the first lady for sure.

Presy tries hard, flutters like the last bird on the branch.
calls up the defense, but A-bomb guard is off for brunch
what shall I do now? calvin's taking me for lunch.

Calvin hears some artillery,
Presy's come to snatch that pic, before it goes wirey,
he's about to click,
"Its 8,Calvin! get out of bed and get ready", its his mom in a mood-fiery.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

A Limerick & A Shortie

Jumping, splashing, muddy he goes,
Clowniest on earth and a big red nose,
Slips on banana,
'Coz he dreams of savannah,
Goes around the globe, offering a thornless rose.


Grown-up griefs,
Weary worries,
Sad sulkies,
Buoy! big bulkies.

Kinda keys,
To telly-tubbies,
Hopping happies,
Innocence is.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

have a loop...oops! look.

Dear Readers,

I am deeply honoured (:D) to present, "Hershal's First
Mathematical Conjecture "

On a number pad,,,,,0 to 9,

You may start by pressing any two numbers
first....(may be
the same number twice).... e.g. 24 & e.g. 49

and go according to the algorithm(steps) given

1.) add the two numbers pressed/ e.g. 2+4 & e.g. 4+9
2.) press the resulting number(s)/ e.g. 6 & e.g. 13
3.) add the two numbers last pressed/ e.g. 6+4 & e.g. 1+3
4.) press the resulting number(s)/ e.g. 10 & e.g. 4

5.) go to step 3



You'll eventually be pressing some specific numbers in a
specific sequence again and again....i.e. you are stuck in an infinite


The loop will be 11,2,3,5,8,13,4,7,11 for all the numbers except for following nine
14, 77, 26, 42, 68, 86, 45, 59, 95, for which the loop will be 14,5,9,14

Please note: I've been utmost humble in representing this great conjecture of mine which has a potential of winning Nobel Prize. I hope you will not violate the copyright.

(C) Hershal Pandya, 2007.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

11th January 2007

1787: William Herschel discovered the Uranian moons Titania and Oberon.


....thinking why did i post this? firstly, i m hershal (though i spell it differently) and secondly, "just like that!"

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

"On a long journey of human life, faith is the best of companions; it is the best refreshment on the journey; and it is the greatest property."

-Gautam Buddha.