odetoromance

2009-07-19T10:37:00.003+05:30

Present Future Tense

Am not teaching tenses or writing a thesis on it. The subject just helped me to title my topic easily.

Sometime back I posted about the world’s safety and I never intended to focus on any particular creed or region of people, but only about the safety of every living individual, world-wide, in general. Someone later forced me to think certain things and I thank the effort of that particular individual.

Well, I am not here to give any stance or explanation. Neither am I accepting that what I wrote was more than it should have been. But yes, what I want to say is that after realizing some daily racist habits around me in the capital of India(infact the whole of India), where safety of not one clan, but people from variety of clans suffer this stigma and fiasco as a part of their mundane living; I am trying to voice my blitz for those who undergo racial remarks in the capital, which is a melting pot of cultures and creed.

All this makes me to ponder, why God created skin colors? Couldn’t the divine power make one color for all humans? But then Genetics and Anthropology wouldn’t be so interesting for me, had there been no color coding…! Anyways, man, how literate or sound s/he may be, shows his/her true colors when the matter of skin colors come. I even wrote in my post Beauty and the Beast, about the booming demand for the fair skin bride, which never announces recession.

I have a circle of North-eastern friends who are given an identity of ‘Chinkies’, they are treated in a manner as if they have come from an alien land and not India. This way they are disowned by the very much Indians in an Indian racist sense that deprives these folks of their safety in their own land.
But who bothers?
None.

Delhi is a breeding ground of Africans too, where they are gazed and passed snide remarks while on the move, be it glittering malls or places like C.P.

Let’s come to our very own religion discrimination, which is in every Indian blood, if not so much, not so less also. The Muslim community is still tagged under that terror creating community.
Why? This is just as the phrase, one apple rots the other. It’s obnoxious on our part.
The recent news of the Muslim maid Seema Vs Sakina, who lives, split identity kept me juggling with my thoughts for days. Is she safe in her own country?

The cross-culture, inter-caste marriages are still considered a taboo and many undergo honor killings. Is this safety?

The South-Indians aren’t looked as prince and princess either. The treatment meted out to them in North-India is as if none knows that even south exists in India.

Color conscious society is cosmetic crazy for Fair-is-the-only-Lovely.

How can one forget about God’s like Shani-dev, Krishna, Kali, who were black in their skin and not white or Gora? Why does one pay obeisance to them?

Even the women’s undergoing treatments for IVF ask their doctor if their baby would be born fair, no matter if the mother herself doesn’t don that complexion, she feels happy if she would give birth to a fair baby. Will this make her proud of her womb, genes?
I have a question,” Do you want the baby for yourself, or the society?”

The NGOs, which help in child adoptions, get the demands for fair, cute looking children. May I know what will happen and who will raise and care those who aren’t fair or cute? The NGOs.

Indians too drool for the blond or near-to-white skin, which is hammered in their demands perpetually.
The fair skinned beauty is regarded as the demi-gods and the dusky or dark are gawked at. Is this the real tool to climb the social ladder of success?

The world was never safe, the world is not safe, but can we ever hope to make it little safe?
Safe from the hatred towards issues like Religion, Caste, Creed, and Color that defines the essence of Secularism in India…?

This is not just a matter of safety, or discrimination on the basis of color, but more than that a fake boasting and wearing a sign of ultra-modernity, which is ultraconservatism, and we need to recuperate from it.

I shall end typing further ‘coz the debate is endless and am lacking short of time and may be also words now.

2009-07-08T19:28:00.004+05:30

" DO Not Stand at My Grave and Weep"

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on lightened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
-- Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932

I am going through a phase where currently i am writing elegy, allegory and different notes describing my temperament. I went through a phase when i felt the above written words and when i bumped into the aforementioned, i was amazed. I have no words, but a gesture to praise these lyrics by posting on my blog.

2009-07-05T11:32:00.002+05:30

Slaves of Independent India

Recently, when the current H.R. minister announced the education reforms in India, it really lifted and inspired me to the core. I am more focused to my lust for higher education. I keep doing multi-tasking and ever-ready for lateral growth. I am really thankful to the present government for the changes introduced in the system.

But something I still fail and always failed to understand was the typical Indian mentality in the organizations which are not ready to recognize the Indian degree and caliber of a person in-front of someone who might not have much experience or subject knowledge, but just because the person is for-run(I mean, foreign) returned and can babble an accent, is more worth than the former. Is this our system, the universities, corporate education providers recognize? It means, you disrespect your own teaching methods, knowledge and pedagogy. Am I right?

Oof! I am infuriated. Yes, I am ‘coz you make me so.

Why can’t you live the freedom freely in your own manner?
Why the heck you still tempt for that mere foreign accent when you yourself
can’t even articulate a voluble speech?

I am criticizing those people who are hardly in power with profound knowledge in the subject, but even then live in clamorous ego of the highest branch of
i-guess-the-eucalyptus-tree, blowing their trumpet! I hate them. I feel rancor for their system. Slavery breeds in their genes.
And I can never ever be your slave. I believe in my own identity, I am not an empty vessel to keep an ego of my filled pool of the lore of my subject. Mind it, am not your slave ever. You can keep your system worth a zilch with your own slave identity. I am a free India’s liberal thinker, a maverick who knows her worth better in her own eyes and actions. Only an esoteric clan get decipher me and not thou.

I have scribbled my rant and rave. I am ready to move on.
Remember: I am focused, not an empty vessel, and believe in my own convictions.

2009-06-21T19:42:00.001+05:30

My Guitar Lessons

Sometimes you feel you have achieved your dreams, but (it never rains, it pours)…

First year medical stream student with a busy schedule decided to fulfill her love for learning guitar. So, way back in 2001, I joined hobby classes under Mr. Abraham, who was surprised to see a girl in his only boys’ class; crazy to learn the instrument.
It was my first day, in a frenzy flight to land to my dream with blue-sky ideas; I reached his place. A brief introduction about me was the kick to further the conversation. He asked me a volley of questions from why did I wanted to learn this instrument and not piano or violin etc (Though I can play a tad of piano and sitar). I had no answer to this question now, except a sweet smile and may be he got some silent answer and didn’t ask anything else.

The class began; he sat by me and taught me the basics, types of guitar, the musical notes etc. And by asking this one question I still don’t know, who erred… He politely asked me,” which song I wanted to learn?” and I popped out a piece of pink paper out of my jeans pocket, and the list went:
1. Nothings gonna change my love for you,
2. Hotel California
3. Last Christmas
4. Summer of 69
5. Careless Whisper
6. Final Countdown
7. I just call to say ….
8. Dil toh pagal hai
9. Jesus to a child
10. Still loving you
11. Paint my love
12. Sealed with a kiss
13. Let’s make a night to remember
14. Please forgive me
15. Some track by Santana
16. Some track by Sultans of Swing
17. Some track by Paul Anka
18. Some track by K.D. Lang
19. Some track by Police
20. Some track by Linkin Park
21. November Rain
22. You are beautiful
23. Unforgiven by Metallica
24. Some track by Lionel Richie
25. Some track by Gwen Stefani
26. Some track by Sting
27. Some track by Madonna
28. Some track by Spice Girls
29. Words by Boyzone
30. Some track by Elton John
Geez! It took a toll typing thirty tracks. Wonder what must have happened next…
Ha ha!
Sir- (Gazing at me with a quest in his eyes)Your father, a musician?
Me- If he had been, probably he would have taught me.
Sir- What is he?
Me- An Economist, Sir.
Sir- Oh! Ohhkay.
Me- Any problem, Sir?
Sir- No, wondering your big list. Round figure 30 songs.
Me- (Smiling) Yea Sir, first I wanna learn these, then we’ll go with my grasping ability and I write songs; so, would like to compose my music too.
Sir- oh, you write songs.
Me- Yes, Sir
Sir- Is someone a musician in your family?
Me- No, Sir
Sir- Shall we start with Hotel California?
Me- Sure Sir, it’s my favorite.
Sir- Mine too.
Me- Sir, may I have my list please, I may forget otherwise.
Sir- Yeah, keep it with care.
Me- Absolutely, Sir
Sir- Okay then, now you have to sing with me too.
Me- Why Sir, I wanna learn playing it and not interested in singing.
Sir- No, not a professional singing, just to move in the flow.
Me- Okay okay, I got it Sir.
Sir- All the best, focus here now.
Me- Thank you, Sir…

After an hour, I could play not bad and in three odd days, I played it fluently without any halt. Though, he kept asking me the musical person link, everyday in some or the other manner. Slowly, he started taking interest in other things.

Sir- It’s nice that you managing pursuing your passion being a medico.
Me- Thank you, Sir.
Sir- What else you like?
Me- Sir, I couldn’t get you.
Sir- I mean, your any other hobby?
Me- Sir, I have learnt a tad of Salsa, though I had to leave in between ‘coz of exams.
Sir- What other dancing, you know?
Me- Ball, umm… I can dance well, but no not any particular form.
Sir- You are interesting.
Me- Sorry
Sir- I mean, you know a lot.
Me- Yea, I know.
Sir- Any other music taste apart from your list?
Me- Kenny G’s Trance, I like psychedelic jazz, soft rock, foot-tapping numbers, hip-hop and stuff sir.
Sir- Cool
Me- (Smiling)
Sir- And what else you know?
Me- By else, what you wanna say, Sir?
Sir- Any other taste, I am impressed, you write songs.
Me- (Smiling again) Should I show you, Sir.
Sir- Oh, that would be a lovely treat.
Me- Okay, shall get it tomorrow Sir.
Sir- I shall wait.

It was time to leave and I was waiting for my mum to escort me back home, when Sir suddenly saw me waiting and came up to me…

Sir- Shall I drop you back home?
Me- No, Sir; I am waiting for my mother.
Sir- She may get late, it might rain in no minute; shall i?
Me- Thank you so much, Sir.
Sir- I’ll stand with you till she arrives.
Me- No, you can go Sir.
Sir- Oh, that’s not a problem.
Me- Okay Sir
Sir- (Smiling and standing with me)
Me- (Shouting in an exciting tone in just few minutes) Sir, my mum has come.
Sir- Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye.
Me- Bye Sir

On the way back home, narrated each and every word-to-the-confabulation to mum and on reaching home, I was all the time playing the song.
The following day, when I entered his class and greeted him, he sounded different.
Sir- “Hello cutie, Good morning”. Shall I have your compositions?
Me- (Elated) Here, Sir
Sir- (Taking in hand and flipping through, reading as if he will read all in one go) Oh, you write wonderful, you are a young teenage and awesome.
Me- Thank you so much, Sir
Sir- Let's start with some romantic songs from today.
Me- But my list, Sir.
Sir- You can do them some other time.
Me- No, Sir, I wanna learn them first. I hardly know 2 or 3 tracks.
Sir- Okay, from your list, let’s start with” I Jus Call to Say…I love you you youuuuuuu”
Me- (A little surprised at his behavior, tone and gestures with each passing day and extending the vocals for saying ”You to you, you, youuuuuuu” as if doing a soprano...found it all peculiar, yet pesky) No, I wanna learn some other.
Sir- Sweet girl, you have all good soothing tracks in your list; let’s learn, Let’s make a night to….
Me- No, I shall change my list, I’ll learn them on my own.
Sir- Shall, I teach my favorite?
Me- Which one?
Sir- From your list, You are beautiful?
Me- No, I wanna play Hotel California once and go back home.
Sir- Why, it’s a two hour class.
Me- I know, but not in a mood to learn today.
Sir- Any problem, you alright?
Me- Gotto do some home-work, have tests coming up.
Sir- Ohh, okay. Tomorrow you will come?
Me- I shall.
Sir- I will wait.
Me-(Smiling) and inside mumbling a list of bad words for him.
Sir- Okay, before you leave, you wanna learn Salsa? You said, “You left it in between?”
Me- Who will teach, Sir?
Sir- I know it too, though my friend shall.
Me- (Annoyed to know this, in a low tone I muttered) I shall let you know tomorrow.
Sir- Okay, I shall wait sweet.
Me-(Smiling) played the song and hurriedly left the class. Walked a rat’s race and instead of reaching home in 15 minutes, reached in 10 minutes.

Panting for long and slowly taking a sigh of relief… I calmed my incensed senses.

Just tried to go in the flash-back and my tomorrow never came till now. He must have been waiting for me, not for a day, but days and I never turned up. So, my dream to learn is tastefully undone for which I still keep the passion. Tried on my own, but couldn’t make much of an effort.
Today, when I see my instrument and my notes, it just reminds me of the old days, when I was learning to grow up. How chicken heart I was, who couldn’t refuse him on the face; but today when I see myself, I am a strong one, who can fight for her right and stand up for the voice in her heart. This is the way of life, of growing up from wonder years to what I call my experience now!

P.S. I got to know from few friends made in the class that he kept asking about me from the guy who I spoke with the most. But he had no answer either and I have no regrets of leaving the class, because I believe age is no bar to learn something, it’s just the passion and fire that is required to be the catalyst and let things happen.

Not-to-forget, men should know it that women have this innate quality of sensing (sixth sense or intuition) a predator around them, no matter the age of the predator, their gestures, body language, tone, eyes, and the chemicals that ooze out an exotic change in their behavior is easily sensed and they are caught about their next move. I guess, this is one cheap habit in certain men; I just detest and keep them at bay.

2009-06-13T17:00:00.000+05:30

2009-06-13T16:37:00.001+05:30

2009-06-13T16:04:00.002+05:30

Groom Hunt!
Finding a perfect or per-fact (as per the facts, and not a rustic mutter from a desi-turned-modern) groom is no less than hunting a groom with a vroom…

At an age where parents are on a hunting expedition for a suitable match for their daughter, leaving no stone unturned to find the best bet; I have awesome experiences to share from numerous mouths; though I shall blog out my say.
I was barely sixteen when a family chose me for their son who was 15! They wanted me to be their daughter-in-law after I had pursued my studies. But the time lapsed, I grew up to a matured woman, my priorities changed and I never wanted to get married to this guy who was and is(Identity unrevealed)now.
Recently, I got three proposals, two from abroad (U.S, Australia) and one from India (Udaipur). My parents were keen on all the three as they tried their best to convince me in the following manner:

Starting with the Aussie one:
Pa- The boy has studied some accounts course from Sydney and is good-looking, well settled.
Me- I am not interested in an accountant.
Pa- He isn’t an accountant, but studied some course, will ask for you.
Me- Naah, I don’t like Australia. I like only HK or Canada.
Pa- This is a good proposal.
Me- Papa, let me focus on my goal.
Pa- You can certainly after marriage.
Me- No, I am not interested so soon.

After six months, Papa speaks of the same guy again.
Pa- Beta, once see and speak.
Me- Oh they were looking out for a girl from last so many months and he ain’t hooked on to someone yet? I am sure, there’s a fault in the guy.
Pa- No.
Me- Yea.

Glued on my words, I scotched the topic.

Aah! Respite…!

The good news I received, the guy got married and papa was with a new proposal, when I was busy in some exams. Here, he goes…

Pa- My friend has some relative in California, their son is a software engineer; they are keen on you.
Me- When and where did they see me?
Pa- You were a small kid that time.
Me- (Giggling), ask them to find that kid.
Pa- The proposal is good.
Me- I know papa, the family is also good, the guy is earning and settled. Right?
Pa- Yea.
Me- What’s new in that? You always repeat this, the proposal is always good!
Pa- No, it is.
Me- U.S is undergoing a grave recession. There’s something fishy, I am sure.
Pa- Indians know how to save, they ain’t like Americans.
Me- What do you mean, Americans are blockheads?
Pa- They live a hedonistic life-style.
Me- Indians too, papa.
Pa- Anyways.
Me- You want to send me so far all the time.
Pa- You only want to settle down abroad.
Me- Ummm, not now. I have traveled a lot, so not interested.
Pa- Okay, let’s leave this.
Me- (Elated) Yea, yea…chuck it.
Pa- Then, I shall look for in Chandigarh.
Me- (Not excited anymore) okay.

Some days passed, and mum kept a proposal at the dinner on the dinning table conference!

Mum to pa- So and so relatives in Udaipur have proposed for her.
Pa- No, that’s too far.
Mum- Hardly matters. Flights are always available.
Pa- I didn’t like the guy much.
Mum- He’s well-read, an MBA.
Pa- It’s easily available everywhere and anywhere.
Mum- But…
Me- Papa, Udaipur is the Venice of India!
Pa- I’ll take to Udaipur, don’t worry.
Mum- Let’s meet them once.
Pa- No need.
Me- Ma, don’t you understand, papa isn’t agreeing. So, please forget it.
Mum- Do what you want.

Both papa and I were chilled about the fuss and forgot.

Smile on my lips, dreams in my eyes, yet strength in myself; I just wonder, the n-number of times a girl undergoes such situations, like-dislike, proposals, arrange marriage dilemmas etc, which prepare in a queer way that she is half married to them before a complete marriage or may I say, marriage that mars-the-age! The slice of strange sense of trepidation inside the heart gives goose bumps, horripilation and the mind is always volatile. Every woman wants to win this gamble.
What a girl wants is not just this, but more than this. Being a woman, I don’t want my man to be oh-so-perfect, oozing with the word perfection as that’s not created by God, but something that’s close to perfection with a pot full of that good-and-bad, facts that I shall know, which would make him perfect or imperfect in and through my eyes and brain respectively. Shall discuss, what I want in the soon-to-be-posted-entry. Till then, keep pondering. Chao!

2009-06-01T16:54:00.001+05:30

Is the world really safe?

What’s happening in the world? When will people wake up for their rights?
Hold the newspaper and you can visualize the good-and-the-bad. By holding, I don’t mean just taking in hand and later asking me for not being able to visualize!
The space on the newspaper pages is exorbitantly ruled by terror attacks, riots, murders, thefts, molests, rapes, suicides, scams and scandals. Am I left with something else? You can certainly ask me to type that too.

O My God! (Taking a deep sigh). I really wonder the people of 21st century. Is this the age of post-modernism? Months back, the students were being ragged and forced to commit suicide, then the recent, Punjab imposing curfew; and now the racism attacks in Australia…

Can I get some piece of peace?
No, I am really not in a mood to pen down a pun here, but talk on a grave note.

Are we going to have a cabinet meet to resolve the issue? Are the victims given some respite and strength? Will the country envoys really come out with an earnest effort to combat the deepening physical and emotional security crisis? Will someone come out of that chicken heart and yellow streak to plug the prevailing leakage in the system? Is this only way to threat someone, show envy? Will the real culprits be punished? Will they undergo a mental diagnose?

Is the world really safe?
Certainly, not. But who are the real culprits? We humans, the ego clashes, the I-am-the-best trait.

Can we come out of such petty issues? I must say these culprits were and are jealous of the victim Indians, their brain, skills, and everything. No doubt, the west has given a lot to other parts of the globe, but that doesn’t mean, they start using them to their advantage.

Here I don’t mean to say, India is completely safe or Indians really provide a stringent sense of security to the foreigners. I read the paper everyday; I know the recent incidents that took place in Mumbai, Goa, Chennai, Delhi, and Kerala.
So easily the terrorists could reach Mumbai via the sea route and our navy has no answer.

The matter of fact is, none is safe anywhere.

But, the Asia Pacific continent which was supposed to be safe, and the western culture which was always innocuous is no more left the same. The recent incidents are an eye-opener and a witness to the kind of safety Indian students is getting abroad.

I am not being a patriotic as I believe in universalism. ‘Coz I believe when you are part of the world, and world being yours, how will one define patriotism? To live ones right of life is ones right by birth, no matter the place of living is.

But dear Aussies, is this humanity? How do you define safe living? What’s your problem? Why are you being so brutal and troubling those, who are giving in return to your economy?

Message for the victims:
Hey Guys, stand up to your rights and save yourselves. Speak out and tell the world, We Indians are the best. Let the world be jealous, but we will fight this unrest.
Let none play with our silence and words, for we too know how to muster our strength.
We are born with the roots to respect and love, for we know how to treat with special care; but that doesn’t mean you stab our back. We know India is a growing economy even in this worldwide recession, but better don’t forget; by studying in your country we are doubling your GDP. So, give us some peace of mind, ‘coz we believe in everyone’s best.
Amen!

2009-05-24T14:21:00.006+05:30

May I Have Your Attention Please?
This is HPF…Oops! Also, PPF!

I am not humming any line by Eminem. So, kindly go on scrolling.

While typing this post, I am more focused on to what title it should be given. Yes, I am serious. Well, this post is in reference to one of the blogs, added in my read list. We both went through a phase with a common copy-cat, or may I say, copy-female cat!

I am addressing the woman, ‘Coppy-kat’, as we were tormented for something that belonged, belongs and will belong only to us, respectively. Leaving us livid victims of plagiarism, so easily she managed transferring our blog content onto her
not-so-good, all-copied-blog.

Now, when someone who knows you does so, it hurts man; it really does. The pain and agony is coalesced with a bitter feeling for the doer. What all, both of us have gone through, only we know. I wonder the guts and salute her (Yeah, I do to you Madam. I know, you must be reading it for sure, you copied my 3 posts) for taking those innocent reader’s compliments complacently, even after committing plagiarism.

Monologue:I must yell, that you know nothing except 'cut-copy-paste'. Couldn't you appreciate our words in our blogs, respectively? Take lessons on 'how to be decent'.

I had forgotten everything, but I had to vent out my agony as writing-therapy helps me to calm down. More than that, I never like giving explanations when I know I am right and writing on personal blog, which is my typing pad, my medium to express my Right of Freedom of Speech and Expression; I am just telling that woman, dare you repeat this aberration.

My wish list at the moment:
I wish to write her name here on the blog wall.
I wish to link her blog in this post.
I wish to sue her (No, seriously).
I wish to scrap her, and all her friends; telling, “She’s a plagiarist”.
I wish to scrap her in bold,”Why do you visit my orkut profile (also my friends who don’t know you) incessantly, that when I log on to it even after months; your name tops the visitors list?”
I wish to tell her, “please don’t intrude my privacy, don’t you understand the one-liner I gave for you on my orkut?”

But, wait….
I am not going to do it. (Though, I have done it implicitly here!) I am not scared of anything, though.
I am not even cheap as she was. I am cool; I am feeling better after blogging out my words.
I believe in ‘Forgive-and-Forget’.
I am not Christ, but I remember how he condoned his crucifiers, praying,
“Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they are doing”.
I know you like me, that’s why you stole my content and even the other victims. (Thank you for liking in any way)!
I have healed my wounds by my write-and-think positive therapy.
I forgive you, but now I might forget a little late (‘coz I rubbed my wound again to check, if it pains even now. It does, though less) ‘coz I am no God, but a human with a heart that has learnt to be resilient.

Caution: Last, but not the least; this is for all the copy-cats.
I have my blog-guards watching over you. I know when you visit my profile, what you steal, what you read. Even if you are invisible, I have the litmus test chemical in hands!
“Sweetly you may come, calmly you may read, and happily you may leave”.
If you write a line, I would be elated; if you shrug, you ain’t stealing my happiness anyways!
So, mind it, odetoromance.blogspot.com-and-me are fully safeguarded.

Spilling the beans: Hey Guys, you would be wondering about the abbreviated title. Calm down, my friend… for patience is the key to a fruit with sweet pulp…!!
HPF- Hack Protection Factor
PPF- Plagiarism Protection Factor
Arrey, yehi to mere blog-guards hai na. You see!
This is the only choice, baby!

Conclusion: I might be sounding bitter with my tongue lashing out, but that’s what I am…
I am a little good and a little bad, as none can attain the ‘ISM’ of perfection.
I can’t feign to be good, if I am not.

P.S. I hope, I could calm my victim pal; a little effort, though; hope I can see you smiling.

2009-05-14T17:29:00.004+05:30

See my nail!

Counting on my fingers everyday…waiting for the D-day and finally, I got my nail painted!
What? Cummon, did you cast your vote? Yeah, I am talking about the status symbol I received on the 13th as a responsible citizen of India. Well, I know, all are in their own sense, but being a first time voter, zeal and fervor brimmed in me. Woke up early at 8 a.m.(for me it’s early, when it’s a holiday) and with a sense of responsibility to elect the right government, I came out as a proud citizen, with my left index finger nail inked in blue.

Though I have many Pappus around me, but I take an intellectual pride(no boasting stuff)in me ‘coz I influenced a girl to vote for the right person, and not for those who make fake promises by luring the innocents. When I made her realize certain pros and cons, she thanked me, and in return lifted my spirit too. I Thank you, too lady(for I could make use of my education to guide you better).

Now, I only wish that the right government comes on the platform. I seek a government with a sense of dedicated social development and good governance. I don’t want
only-in-words politician, who makes neither head nor tail of his speech, but a lettered person who by dint of his hard work can shoot in actions, someone who is not into minting money or playing ducks and drakes.

Last, but not the least; I don’t want to write much on this political issue. All I want to say is:
I seriously don’t want Mayawati or Mulayam, Nitish or Lalu, Advani or Pawar.
Kya fayada, jab ye saare hai bekaar!

Update: Hurray! The party I voted for won in flying colors. Yes, I voted for none-other, but CONGRESS. ‘Coz of Rahul factor? Lol! Naah! ‘coz of the Economist, Dr Singh. A man strong enough in his actions, who speaks less, works more; who has made the system more open and accessible. And Mrs Gandhi, the lone lady who stood strong in this dirty world of politics and has managed to come so far. And, for the entire cabinet consisting of all-educated-members.
Now, I am thinking of Rahul Gandhi. May that was a factor too!

2009-05-13T22:07:00.007+05:30

Sometimes…

There are days when I want to break the monotony and get out of the rut. I wish to wallow in some wacky stuff to leave myself in the childlike mirth. Sometimes so many things happen with me that I feel I am still a growing child inside. It gives me my whole share of being funny and happy. Sometimes, these are the moments I live by and make them a part of my memories. These are the phases I undergo and they don’t happen everyday, but just Sometimes…

1. Sometimes I love to irritate someone to the hilt who gets vexed easily!
2. Sometimes I feel so grubby in the middle of the night h craves for ice-creams, puddings.
3. Sometimes I chat incessantly and gobble up every bit of my mum’s patience for listening to me.
4. Sometimes I put on the music on high volume like a blaring loudspeaker and sit alone in my room.
5. Sometimes I get crazy to capture every inspiring picture (anywhere and everywhere) in my sleek pocket camera, which is often with me.
6. Sometimes I watch 1-2 DVDs in one go, how free I have to keep myself!
7. Sometimes I am such a ‘YELLOW YELLOW, DIRTY FELLOW’ that I keep roaming in my night-suit the whole day, I even go out in it smartly, and bathe only before sleeping at night.
8. Sometimes I want to write a poetry when I wake up to piss at 2 or 3 a.m.
9. Sometimes I keep gazing at the ceiling for hours like a philosopher or a scientist at work.
10. Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I am humming a song as if that was the last thought on my mind before sleeping.
11. Sometimes I am so weird that even I can’t solve my complicated mood swings.
12. Sometimes I need so much of attention that I take up a fight with my brother for no reason.
13. Sometimes I become like a baby and need my mum beside, from the time I wake up to sleep.
14. Sometimes I become so greedy that I don’t share my maggi with my brother.
15. Sometimes I keep watching cartoons, children sops or comedy flicks and laugh alone for hours.
16. Sometimes when I find a lost thing of mine, I am soooo happy, I’ll tell everyone at home, I found it.
17. Sometimes I keep staring at people's faces trying to recall if have ever seen them earlier or they resemble someone I know.
18. Sometimes I keep scribbling my name on the last pages of any notebook or on any rough paper in reach to my eyes as if I am the busiest person.
19. Sometimes I hate to reply SMS as I don’t want to crawl my fingers to type.
20. Sometimes I start to read a book and leave it unread completely for months.
21. Sometimes I wish, I would have been the Jeannie of ‘I Dream Of Jeannie’
22. Sometimes I talk to myself as if I am demented.
23. Sometimes I play with children like a naughty child myself.
24. Sometimes I talk to the plants and sing them a song.
25. Sometimes I cook for myself, a sumptuous meal with a creative sense of presentation as if I am to serve some ‘GREEN GREEN, FAIRY QUEEN’.
25. Sometimes I dream of my school days, me in class 10.
26. Sometimes I am such a lazy bum, for the sake of my sweet sleep, I can miss any important event unless my alarm buzzes under my pillow thrice and then repeatedly.
27. Sometimes I start fighting, get irritated and well out tears when someone forcibly wakes me up from my sleep.
28. Sometimes I read till 4 or 5 a.m.
29. Sometimes I hate to take unwanted calls from my service provider that in a fit of rage I even miss the wanted ones.
30. Sometimes I go through so many emotions that I start crying for no rhyme or reason.
31. Sometimes I wonder the guts of suicide bombers.
32. Sometimes I wish to know the mystery of death, what happens after death that I become restless.
33. Sometimes I don’t know about Bollywood and Hollywood happenings for months.
34. Sometimes I don’t know what’s going on around me except being bothered about my own self.
35. Sometimes I become so panicky.
36. Sometimes I keep a thing in my pocket or a place I know, but will search other surroundings, scolding myself for my sieve memory.
37. Sometimes I don’t read the newspapers properly and keep it on the magazine rack to read it later and it would be kept for months till the news becomes rotten.
38. Sometimes I miss my demised dadi so much that I start crying, in crave to see her.
39. Sometimes I don’t get online for months.
40. Sometimes I get so bogged down by the people, customs, orthodoxies, dogmas and so much that I lock myself in my shell and stay out of reach from almost everyone in my life.
41. Sometimes I am so shocked to know I was such a naïve kid.
42. Sometimes life seems to be fun and boring as the two sides of a same coin.
43. Sometimes people who i find infallible come out as fallible and fibs.
44. Sometimes I am sour and bitter to some people.
45. Sometimes I love to do nothing.
46. Sometimes I am bad and boring.
47. Sometimes I sleep while seeing a moving in the theatre.
48. Sometimes I even forget to eat food if I am reading a fiction or working online.
49. Sometimes I get scared thinking of the ‘What you sow, Is what you reap’ theory and the cauldron in which you are burnt, for the bad deeds
(children stories said so)and try doing only good deeds(till I can remember, the cauldron effect)as mummy says and give the scare effect and teach the same to the kids around me.
50. Sometimes I even laugh at a joke, I couldn’t comprehend.
51. Sometimes I feel like getting into the T.V. and slap the wicked villain/ vamp.
52. Sometimes I teach wise things to my brother and after keeping the phone, I look into the mirror and tell myself, “I was so good”.
53. Sometimes when people break the traffic rules or drive rash, I shout calling them illiterates, uncouth.
54. Sometimes I love playing with balloons and miss the Barbie Doll days.
55. Sometimes I tell my mom, when i die, lay my body in the pure waters of Maldives where the fishes can eat my remains (‘coz I am a Piscean-I am kinda obsessed with my sun-sign)especially the Dolphins…as I would be knowing who will eat me up!
56. Sometimes the wavelength of a person matches mine that I keep asking if they are Pisceans(so obsessed).
57. Sometimes I gaze at the stars for hours and play with my jumbled thoughts.
58. Sometimes a revolutionary movie churns my latent revolutionary soul to such an extent that I behave like one for many days(telling everyone to stand for one's rights).
59. Sometimes I tell myself this country needs a P.M., someone like me(Don’t worry about the consequences so early)!
60. Sometimes I wish, if I could get married to Rahul Bose or Rahul Gandhi…(though the taste keeps changing, and many who I admire are married)!
And Sometimes I am just I_ME_MYSELF… a package of blended elements popped from various theories given by God.
Umm… enough of writing…my wrist and fingers are knackered!
These are the 'Some', SOMETIMES EFFECT……….Do you fit in with me? Are you a PISCEAN?!!
P.S. I am thinking if Rahul Gandhi or Rahul Bose get to read this... ;-)

2009-05-01T18:15:00.006+05:30

Animals in me!
Idle and lazy, yawning and sleepy; i try not to sleep but finish some pending office work. But before taking up on my editing task, i realized the under-written and decided to blog it out.
I am a Butterfly, with varying shades of moods.
I am a Dolphin, when happy and gay. Also can be called a Piscean Mermaid!
I am a Whale, when you bug me to the core.
I am a Lioness, moving strong in this wild world of dirty men and roars.
I am a Rat, running in this fast pace world, to survive a living.
I am a Tortoise, hide in my shell, when need a respite.
I am a Snake, creeping in my bed when unable to get some sleep.
I am a Horse, carrying the good and bad of life with an élan.

There might be many more animals in me, may be even in you(yea, you-the reader)but I guess I should halt here, otherwise the blog may not look a writers den but a writers ZOO!

2009-04-26T14:46:00.010+05:30

Chewin(g)gum!
''Some books are to be tasted, others are to be swallowed and few to be chewed and digested''. - FRANCIS BACON
Underwritten are some quotes which were once read, forever mugged. I just did that is aforementioned by FRANCIS BACON. They have left an indelible expression on my mind... with their beauty alive, people who said, demised, left their words immortal and divine...

Women usually love what they buy, yet hate two-thirds of what is in their closets. -MIGNON Mc LAUGHLIN

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying. -LAWRENCE DURRELL

Sex education may be a good idea in the schools, but i don't believe the kids should be given homework. -BILL COSBY

The only man who is really free is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving an excuse. –JULES RENARD

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. –THEODOR GEISEL

The trouble ain’t that there is too many fools, but that the lightening ain’t distributed right. –MARK TWAIN

Anybody who believes that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach flunked geography. –ROBERT BYRNE

I have always felt, a gift diamond shines so much better than you buy for yourself. - MAE WEST

Home is where you can say anything you like because nobody listens to you anyway. -ANONYMOUS

You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
-MARK TWAIN

The reason grandchildren and grandparents get along so well is that they have a common enemy. - SAM LEVENSON

Shun idleness. It is a rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant metals. -VOLTAIRE

Never say, ‘Oops’. Always say, ’Ah, interesting'. - ANONMYMOUS

2009-04-20T16:40:00.008+05:30

Two Bodies, One Soul...
The touch-me-not, submitted completely,
When thou opened me petal by petal.
Myriad expressions of love,
Innocence like that of a dove,
Blanch and blush on my face,
The slow meeting of our eyes,
And quivering of my lips,
Wanting to say a wish,
Romance in the veins,
Yet unable to say,
Silent in words but loud in eyes,
We hear and say in a passionate intoxication,
Love and be loved was the holy effort,
Sweet as sugar, precious like breath,
Thou touched me, unraveled my soul,
Body fluids in a rapid motion,
Accepted you wholly with a devotion,
Stirred in thy love, a mixture so pious,
We drank this nectar composed of the divine feeling called love,
To be called two bodies but soul only one.

2009-04-17T21:12:00.003+05:30

Laugh Out Loud!

This video happens to be my most favourite one.

I am a chronic cartoon lover,

With a dreadful child stuff collection.

Here, it's one of my blue-eyed video, i am sharing with all.

I would like the comments by those whom it really gave a gap on their LIPS!

2009-04-16T20:34:00.010+05:30

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT... DARE TO BE WHAT YOU REALLY ARE.

Recently, I came across a few people telling me that they use my blogs as their own ideas sharing with their students. Well, i don't mind them sharing the ideas 'coz i believe knowledge should be spread to every dark corner, as it's always enlightening, but what i didn't like was saying that my ideas were 'their'... (i liked the sincere sharing that my ideas are being used). Though, i don't need any publicity of me or my blog, but they could say; ''They read something somewhere...'' Kindly, don't plagiarize...but use the ideas to further elaborate and suggest upon them.

I see alot of people visiting my blog, I would ask them to atleast write a line if they visit and read. Have the guts to write your say, I would appreciate it.

2009-04-15T13:23:00.004+05:30

True Love Wins? Guess, it often does…
JUICY BITS from the storyline of the flicks I wish to see (but anyhow ‘coz of lack of ample of time couldn’t get to see) are my lifeline that tell me if I should get the DVD or not! It’s a part of my lifestyle that when a movie is out of the theatres, and becomes an old one for those who have seen it, becomes a latest seen flick for me! After-all, it fuels my relentless drive for watching the flicks I count on my fingers!
Recently, I saw SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE, had heard a mixed response for it; but how I scrutinize is something like this:
Hmm, an as-usual love story and war drama with a blend of REALITY.
I guess, I didn’t find anything so bad and even not so very good in that which spoils the reputation of India as a tourist spot (the flowers can never be always blooming); but as good-n-bad being the two sides of the same coin, I feel almost every Indian knows the slum conditions in India; not just India, I have seen it even in China and affluent cities like Hongkong, Singapore, Pattaya too.
Every slum dweller wants to win the still ongoing war of Independence.
But coming to my point of view, I never watch a movie just for the sake of watching but for me it has to prove an Art-for-Art sake lesson ending with a moral.
A plot with a well captured stark reality, it also taught that sincerity pays you always. Jamaal, the protagonist with dollops of his knowledge wins the hearts and his show… Albeit, I found it a pretty finicky and absurd in pragmatic terms; but what I liked being a soft person was his true friendship, affection filled love for his lady.
Firm faith and persistent efforts won his lady love and luck!
From a kid to an adult, he knew the meaning of sincerity and beauty of a heart, soul, mind and even after facing his upbringing crisis, his love never faded.
Jamaal might have been the knowledge icon through his stream of consciousness technique while answering being the hot-seat candidate; but for me he was no less than a True Man icon, proving himself ‘A Friend In Need Is A Friend In Deed’, making him the SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE through my eyes in defining a MAN! (He adds himself 1 point of my definition of a real Man which I shall elaborate in the upcoming blog).

2009-04-05T19:57:00.002+05:30

SURVIVAL OF THE FAIR AND FAIREST
GLANCING THROUGH the Sunday Magazine, I caught an eye of the kept besides me - Matrimonial Paper… For no reason I thought to read it and read the ‘BRIDES WANTED’ column. Most of the ads were shouting for ‘FAIR, GOOD-LOOKING, SLIM, TALL GIRL’. Good-looks, slim, tall according to me to an extent was an authentic requirement but ‘FAIR’ demand was kind of not sounding so fair to me.

I was just doodling with my thoughts like, are dark or dusky females not meant to get married?
What about the bollywood’s hottest actresses like Smita Patel, Anu Aggarwal, Kajol, Bipasha Basu, Nandita Das, and many of their times who have been rocking on the blockbuster hits; are they not married? Are they not hot, pretty, talented?

Why can’t people just write simple ads? Why they have to tag a fair and a dark woman?
Why a dark woman is still subjected in the list of an ugly duckling? I don’t blame the people or our typical Indian society but these social attitudes have given rise to commercials like crèmes for the dark skin, products like Fair N Lovely for the Indian skin – changes colour in 15 days! I ask the commercials, by applying these products can it camouflage the skin of a black animal? After all, it’s breathing it’s body wrapped in the skin too!

Well an irony is that that I have seen many fair skin girls tying the knot to the dusky skin men, a fat woman whose parents are rich becoming the bride of a lean guy, a very short girl walking the wedding ramp with a fairly tall guy and vice-versa!

Many varieties come up in one’s own family too but what is prime is, if the would be girl and the boy are mentally compatible, emotionally understanding.
Why can’t people stop being so racially discriminating and blame especially the colour of the girl? To a personal choice, I am more fond of dusky skin like that of Abhishek Bachchan, Rahul Bose and Ajay Devgan and Naomi Campbell, Bipasha Basu, Barrack Obama who are among my favourites.

It’s essential to come out of these petty demands and look beyond a person’s skin.
The real beauty mission should be rich values, education standard and how happy one can keep the people around, the feel good factor and positive vibes of a jealousy free person. And not someone bombarding its skin with beauty products to look fair and otherwise a real dark and ignorant mind.

2009-04-01T15:34:00.009+05:30

BARBIE DOLL DAYS
Katrina Kaif walking the runway dressed as a Barbie at a special show celebrating 50 years of Barbie during the LFW on Friday 27th March, reminded me of my Barbie doll days, when I wished to be like the doll itself and when also I was a voraciously happy owner of 6 Barbies. Back from school, I first use to see my bed-side and count my dolls, see their hair, ask mum if anyone touched it? I can recall, how I use to wash their cute little dresses with my johnson’s baby soap, give them a bubble bath; drying their dresses on my bed and coiffing their hair with the tiny pink hair brush. Whenever mum went out, I pestered her to get my Barbie a new dress. I was always curious in seeing something new for my doll, keeping her in vogue with latest dresses, shoes. Her things like bed, chairs, cupboard, kitchen etcetera were well stacked in my room, called as ‘The Barbie Corner’.
My first Barbie was gifted to me by my mami, which had bob hair, dressed in purple shorts and the other in white frock with medium length hair. After that my count got a hike and my favourite Barbie was the one my brother presented me on one of my Birthday, donned in a pink frock, the latest in market – Barbie with the longest hair.

My room was all done in a blue shade, decked up with artificial creepers creeping on the walls, heaps of stuff toys accommodated the space in my room. It was a total fairy land. My bedroom happened to be my favourite hang-out. I couldn’t sleep without a monologue with my dolls, bunny, teddy, kiwi. It was my family, I never felt the need of any friend or sibling(who was in hostel) for these toys were my chums and happiness. Often I carried my doll or a small stuff toy in my school bag and after every lecture I use to peep inside pretending to search a notebook, but seeing my toy coyly and smiling in heart of hearts, I could sit back with ease and concentrate in my studies better! :-)
I always use to play teacher- teacher with my dolls, with me standing in-front of the mirror and them as my students! :-)
Walking down the memory lane is so easy and refreshing, making the lips go wide, keeping the child and youth in you alive. But coming back to the present time, the busy life reminds me to get up and get down to work, stop dreaming, and put a halt to typing! ;-)

P.S. Even today I miss those days and love Barbie dolls immensely!

2009-03-29T15:39:00.006+05:30

CHASING GUTS- Women Emancipation And Empowerment

MARCH 8, celebrated as International Women’s Day. Long speeches, oaths are taken by various organizations and institutions. Not-to-forget, the political parties put a tad of their efforts too. But do we really need such days? Why don’t we have International Men’s Day? Can’t we have International Men’s and Women’s Day altogether?
No, I am not talking insane.
In this hour of the development phase when both the gender are competing shoulder to shoulder, there is a need of equality and celebrating such days shows how unequal we are. If it’s just for a light spirit making the woman feel their importance not just in life but in every relation related to the life of a human, it sounds sense.

I wonder even in this so called modern era, there is a plethora of well literate woman who are undergoing force, torture and atrocity as if they were born sinners. Why? Who is to be blamed? The society, the parents, the siblings, the in-laws?

Well, all are equally responsible because they form all the social groups around, in different forms. There are many pending and on-going cases in the civil court seeking justice, liberty.
Television sitcoms like Balika Vadhu, Is Desh Mei Na Ana Laado, are nothing but a moral message for society to bring a revolution. It’s so disturbing for the senses when there are cases of female infanticide and foeticide. An instance with maximum number of such cases shout the name of states like Punjab, Haryana, Rajasthan. An iota of ratio of the girls is visible here. When the parents want to kill their girls, then how dare they search for a girl for their sons? Why these states don’t make homosexuality a legal custom of marriage for them? How strong is our law to punish the perpetrators who go scott free that these stories are coming up every now and then like the rain in coastal areas? The GDI, GEN reflects the opportunities, liberty and equality given to the life giving sex. How many people or I shall just say women know about International Women’s Day in countries like Afghanistan where they are not allowed to even read or write and why to go far but in our rural India? How many prostitutes celebrate this spirit and are they contented with their roles in the society?

Why there are women in a section of society who are repeatedly pregnant, why there is prostitution even in 21st century, who has forced women to sell sex, why the earning of a woman is submitted to her in-laws, why a girl has to strangulate her wishes and thoughts when the boys family has to see and question her, why the woman has no equal rights given that to a son, why a girl has to undergo so much of trauma of sacrifice, why can’t parents give her the liberty of protecting herself on her own? Why there are customs like kanya-daan when they can’t respect a kanya? Why worshipping Goddess Vaishno, when the kanya at home is not treated like a devi or Laxmi in disguise? Well, I don’t know in which year I shall get my unprecedented answers?

All I know in this unending debate is that there’s a dire need to stamp out orthodoxy; to understand the financial, emotional needs of woman who are termed as ‘Pros’ and be aided by the government in giving them work support and wipe out this evil, microscopic minority of educated to naked eye educated, the pre-conceived notions and over society- conscious parents who need to trust their girl child giving her the liberty of freedom and expression when it’s her ultimate right right after the birth, parents inculcating love and respect in a brother for a sister, parents teaching her to value and treasure education and not materialism, parents looking forward to invest in her education and support her thoughts, and let her live in her own way, to the road of happiness. Only then there will be true meaning of celebrating the spirit of Women’s Day- International, when the women will be really considered WOMEN, a woman of substance- who complete men, when only with the fragrance of a lady, a man can really be called a Gentleman in its true sense, when the half man- half woman called ARDHNARESHWAR formed by the ‘SHIVA and PARVATI’ will hold their true meaning in this 21st century of the kalyug.

2009-03-28T17:12:00.005+05:30

Snapshots captured in my cam while on the move to different parts of my travel.

A source to write idyll.

The scenic beauty that turns me on to hold the pen.

The gift presented by nature to explore and romance.

The clicks i treasure.

2009-03-16T13:32:00.002+05:30

IN SEARCH OF GOD...
Looking at the star-lit sky, feeling the cool breeze caressing my cheeks and questioning myself ‘where are you god, why can’t I see you, when will you come in front of me…?’
Tears roll out of my eyes with a quest and a strong urge to know who and what God is.
But none comes in front nor someone answers to my query and while I monologue to myself, I get the flow of answers slowly in my brain.
Though I don’t know who this god is, what name it has and where is it, is it there in the idols, pictures, symbols… can I see it by fasting, visiting the holy places and reading holy scriptures everyday?
I have no answer to these questions yet I try to calm my bubbling brain teeming with these queries in a gentle manner.
While I was growing up, I was a confirmed atheist and when I was in 7th grade, out of the blues I realized a power, in my tears. Till date it’s just a belief that keeps me going and nothing more than that but it made me a theist.
Though I get connected to my mind with questions and answers on my own, yet I have so much to say and ask.
I have often realized my god when I feel something as deja-vu. At times the sixth sense, the first sight impression, the reading of a person from his words and eyes keep answering a quest, when I feel, it’s some divine power’s reply and it’s me who has to keep a clear understanding of something beyond the visible vision.
Sometimes I dream strange things which at times I see in reality and sometimes I see a thing when even after hard efforts I can’t recall where earlier I have seen or heard. This is unceasingly so uncanny.
When I try to discuss it with the like people, some of the matters get common and we start the conversation with no end and keep on discussing the supernatural theories.
When I sit quiet, I find it all a spiritual journey and when I close my eyes, I see a movie running, showing all the events and incidents from past to present, and morning till night. It’s not just with me, but with every human, I feel.
Everyone of us goes through an event or incident where we put brakes to our senses on that particular thing and keep on accelerating on its beginning to the part where we applied brakes. (Do you feel you had such a thing happened with you too? Do share.)

One closes the eyes and can see the small bright red lights sometimes dim and sometimes twinkling(don’t think it’s common with the patients with myopia and hypermetropia but it’s common with the normal eye power too), in my words I call them atoms of eyes! When I close my eyes, I visualize whatever I want to, I try to bring the image of god in my eyes and place it in between my brows and then suddenly it strikes, what am I doing?
I want to worship god, but when I see the sculptors painting the statue of Lord Ganesha, my faith shakes for a minute and I travel my world which is a maze of questions…
I ask myself…

The man who is painting god, is fagging, is wearing slippers and the head is not covered but still he has the art to make these statues, wherein they put lives with the magic of their hands, and then these gods travel on the truck to the temples. How can I worship such mere idols made of clay?

I go to the gurudwara and the priest asks me to cover the head properly (only a li’l part of my hair was visible or may I say, uncovered). I understand that it means paying respect to god, but I wonder, does god becomes visible by covering head and disappears by uncovering the head or is this the only method to pay respect?

I go to the temple and hardly i see anybody with covered head, and even the priest says nothing here. Are they disrespecting god? Is god visible here, with uncovered heads?

I go to the chapel, I wear my shoes, and sit on the desk, the father even then gives me The Bible and blesses me. I even get to eat alloo-pooris here. But is father hurling insult to god by this act?

I still ask which is the best form to see god? Why are these forms different? Which is the best and easy way? Is god really visible or just a faith, a divine power in which I believe, which I feel in my heart itself? I am not agnostic or atheist but these quests are puzzling me to explore the microcosm in the macrocosm of thoughts.

All I know to my some extent exploration is that, I feel a power which keeps me happy when i follow my religion of humanity, listen to my thoughts of spirituality and follow the ideals of happiness, catholic compassion for all and not following the superstitious beliefs or the man-made customs without knowing the cause and effect. I hope this is also God?

2009-03-14T15:51:00.002+05:30

ELECTION MANIA!
After the 14th Lok Sabha assembly meeting, now it’s going to be biggest carnival of democracy in the world with the announcement of the 15th Indian general elections which will kick off from April 16 – May 13, in 5 phases with a bang. The hype about it is that Gen Next in the age group of 18-35(24% or 17 crore or 170 million) registered in the election commission this year would get an opportunity to raise up the curtains. These elections will reflect India’s urbanization in the last three decades and no other country on the face of earth has got a strong electorate like India’s with a figure of 714 million(71.4crore). The world power U.S’ follows after India, making a history this year with such a wide population deciding the votes for who would rule them.

People are becoming aware of their rights of Adult Franchise and are getting down to the rough and tumble of Indian politics like a Big-Bang theory, which states that a homogenous youth vote in India can technically swing the election outcome in selecting their government with a new political map.

I am all excited about the upcoming polls, but there are many among us who even after being well literate feel that not casting one vote hardly makes a difference, all politicians talk rhetoric; but if like this many count themselves in ‘One’, then the number would keep on adding and the deserving contestant would loose. Now that one votes makes a big difference!
Infact, we all should come forward and as responsible citizens should take the right decision in handling over the authority to govern the country in safe coalition hands.
Lets shout and sing “India Ki Jai Ho”.

2009-03-11T17:27:00.003+05:30

IT’S ALL ON THE MIND…
At times when you read the holy scriptures, the mind wanders, to all frivolous things. It’s not the matter of only holy scriptures but whenever one has to concentrate hard, the mind travels to various destinations.
Even while studying for a test or any other exam, the mind takes a shortcut to delve into not required matters at that point of time, and enjoys the unforbidden pleasure. But when one has to read a novel or any other interesting reading material, the mind is well focused with no chaotic thoughts, letting in… and if someone calls out a name, it’s sooo damn vexing with a twitching nose, and raised brows!

I was traveling from Ludhiana to Delhi, when I was sitting quiet and the person sitting next to me was snoring and was bugging me to the hilt. I diverted my mind and plugged in the earphones of my i-pod to my ears and also started reading MB. I read just few pages being an MB lover, but that moment of hour I couldn’t gather my attention and interest in the book. Music was relaxing my senses, my soul felt happy. But I still kept holding the book for no reason, and my mind took a flight to the destination called ‘DREAMER’S PARADISE’!

It was a moment to capture me, lost in reveries; (the perfect snapshot!) I had legions of things going on…
Here are the destinations and thoughts I went to:

With eyes closed I visited my school, college and met my friends and teachers.

I was thinking about the movies I have to see, as it’s been long I haven’t seen any latest flick.

Was thinking my brother must be reading new cases in the High Court. (He is a lawyer)

What my maid must have cooked for me in Delhi as I forgot to tell her to prepare something special. I shall order an extra cheese pizza, garlic bread and veg strips. O yummy, my mouth watering!

Worrying about my mother’s health, hope she would be fine.

What all pending work I have to finish without wasting any minute.

What all new fictions and non-fictions I have to buy.

Will buy a new dress and a pair of shoes to pamper myself.

Will download new tracks on my i-pod. ( these have become oldies now)

Got to click some new pictures of my friends and myself.

Whose birthday is on the calendar? I shall not forget.

And suddenly my phone buzzes and am out of the musical morning reveries, it’s my mum asking me if I was fine.

After hanging up, I keep the book in my bag and read the newspaper, when I read 50% sale in adidas and again get lost and travel the showroom situated at C.P, thinking what stuff to get a pick on. Then I hear the voice, we have reached Delhi and after the 4 hour journey, I smile to myself, it’s so easy to travel on the ticket-less journey to the land of dreamers but when the reality hits, even the ticket at times doesn’t helps and one has to put in the efforts to grab what you get in the Dreamer’s Paradise… Wish everyday becomes easy like that with such wonderful fantasies of the mind.
After-all, what’s the harm traveling it (free of cost) once in a while in this busy life and to remind it’s only and all on the mind!

2009-03-10T20:08:00.001+05:30

‘May be I Wasn’t Destined…No Line In My Palms…Written In my Kundali…’
These are the statements very common to my ears that wherever I go, somehow I get used to these sayings.
The age from where I can recall my childhood, I remember people talking about Birth-charts or the so called Kundalis or Janama-patris and arranging marriage proposals accordingly.
I grew up listening to such things that during my Bachelors course I joined a weekend astrology class. I started enjoying every bit of the lessons taught, the scientific reasons behind every cause, the study of the position of planets and constellations etcetera.
And slowly, I began to apply the study on my birth-chart and often use to get in a dilemma.
Joining the class was my personal choice but many around me started nagging, saying,
’the class is baseless and futile. No astrology helps, it’s all in the hands of almighty… ‘ and stuff like this was a casual hear say to my ears.

Sometime later I had to suspend the class as my finals were close and so in the laze-effect, I never resumed the class again.
Anyhow, still I often read those notes and I understand many things related because of my strong base. But I never speak about these things to people or advise them in such matters as I like to keep it with me until the opposite person really has some nuggets of knowledge and interest in the topic.
However, lately I realized that people who use to stop me for the classes have themselves started to watch astrology shows aired on television and even started to call and visit astrologers.
Hearing astrology matters from such people makes me get lost in the dark lanes of baffling mysteries with a question mark on my lips.

I am not rapping anyone for anything but I am amazed that it’s easy to preach than practice. People who use to teach me are themselves moving on the same track.
Though while preparing for the civil services exam, my mind underwent a sea change and I realized many things with my experience and feel very different today. In the eye opening classes of Ancient History I read so much that a wave of logic striked my somewhat numb senses and my faith in stones, astro-sciences started to wane on some extent. I realized the stones are nothing but just color therapy and there are alternatives to wearing the stones and regarding the so called birth-charts, I wonder if anybody of us has really got the exact time on our birth certificates because when we are delivered from the womb, that single minute and second, is not recorded even by the doctor; how the few minutes adjusted time can predict everything to be true?
I am not proving or trying to even say a bit that astrological sciences are wrong, but still I have seen many cases with a catalogue of failures, even after a good expected prediction. Here either the astrologer is not well versed or he is just minting money or should I lump it on the date-time-place theory? It’s hard to predict 100% because often we people dream of the good words said by the astrologers and hardly put efforts and later blame the destiny or luck!
I believe, it’s just ones mindset, if one thinks positive with zeal and put efforts, visualize that one is near the goal, no matter what, all the stars will be in favour ‘coz of the trust on oneself. That’s why it’s said:
‘God helps those, who help themselves’
That’s what my studies made me to believe only in myself with an élan. I do read astrology books even today but just read and don’t try to chew or digest it blindly without knowing the side-effects. I learn from it but don’t follow it to the core. Today, I believe in one power called God, that keeps me going, dreaming and working upon it; and apart on my own weaknesses, capabilities and strengths blended with my family support which plays a crucial role. And the rest I leave on god, ‘coz what has to happen, will happen, which at times we say, ‘ it was unexpected’ and in this field human is still not able to discover the theory of when, why and how to 100%.
Now I don’t know if writing this was destined to, in the lines of my palms or my birth-chart; but what I know is, I encountered the aforementioned lines so often, that I forcibly wanted myself to pen down this as I had no option of any other topic too! ;-)