@@Girls: Are you sure??@@

When I was thinking over this topic, I knew what I was writing about. But then, when I wrote it all, I wasn’t sure!

You can’t be!

When you are thinking about a girl, you are never sure!! Well, ‘thinking’ is just one thing.

You are not sure even when you write,talk, listen, read, drink, eat, watch,breathe etc about girls.

Oh! Oh! I’m even not sure about how to do half of the things I mentioned above.!!

But then, as boys are, I tried to be sure. So, I tried to do some ‘research’. I wonder if all the boys do it but I am sure that they all will agree on this.

I got to know that, it’s not only the boys who are not sure about girls. Instead, the reasearch in itself gave me a reason. The conclusion of the research was very funny but, as a matter of fact, is true.

Let me be SURE(shoaar ) about this that i’m not accusing anyone here.
It is what it is!!!

And  the other person not sure about a girl is, off course,without doubt, the girl herself..!! :O

Want some proof!! I got it for you.

• You want a guy to be serious for you, if at all, but when a guy happens to be, he is IGNORED.
• And if you say you are the other type, why then when a guy flirts or tries to flirt, you go ‘ eeeEEEWWWWW!! How cheap..!!’
• Keep on cursing the boys. ‘Boys are this,boys are that and all of them are the same.’
  But then why always end up dating a guy? This above fact might not be true for the dating thing, but for sure every girl starts liking a guy one day..!
  Or may be not…
  You know what I mean..?
  
• Confused, if someone asks something. I mean when it is not thought of.
  Lets take an example. And this is a real life example, not including me. ‘Hey Riya! I needed to talk.’
  ‘Yeah Rahul. Say it.’
  ‘Well,umm…I love you.’
  ‘Oh!’ Now what to say? :O
  After few seconds of being in a shock and not even thinking about what to say,she opens up again.
  ‘I…I’msorry Rahul,but I never thought about you like that.’ So think!!When do you really do that??!!??
  After some time, when the boy is ignored for a few days, the girls actually realizes the truth. She actually doesn’t like ignoring him! But , instead, she likes him!
  So, she finds a suitable situation, she finally talks to him.
  ‘ HEy Rahul?’
  ‘ I wonder if I should say this or not….’ still not sure..? ‘…but, I wanted to tell this to you.’
  ‘yes Riya…go on.’
  ‘Ilove you too.’
  

But you may still say, “It was a happy ending afterall.”

Well, yes. But life would be a little less miserable for everyone,if you be sure.
I say everyone, because even boys would feel better.

To say the least, it’s not unknown, that boys have a tendency to think about girls. Yes , we think about you, but we are sure about what we are thinking about you, what our feelings are, but not about what you think.

And to end it, as every girl realizes in the end(I suppose!), not every guy is same as no girl is..!

@@Scarcity of Water@@

This is some serious issue. Don’t laugh out on this one please.

Water,the resource which is said to be the potential reason for another world war, is turning more and more precious. And once a thing starts becoming precious, it becomes a status symbol.

India, specially Madhya Pradesh, is facing this problem of water scarcity. So, this is what I think can happen in a few years, not only in India, but anywhere in the world. And mind it, the characters do not neccesarily belong to India.

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” Bye Honey! Will be back at seven.”

“Honey, you are forgetting something.”

And Mr.Lambert moved towards his wife. NO! They didn’t kiss! THey had something much more important. Mrs. Lambert handed him two buckets.

“Get them filled so that we are free for a month atleast.”

…………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Mr.Lambert picks up the newspaper kept on his office desk. It read:

“…Government ready to bring up a law by which the filmmakers will not be able to show water in the film.”

“…the movie ‘WATER’ ’s CD’s and DVD’s will not be available until they change the title of the movie.”

“….government lowers pricesof water. Good news for the citizens, although at the time of elections, that the water would be availableat Rs. 50/litre, Rs 2/litre less.”

………………………………………………………………………………

Mr.Lambert goes back home with two buckets full of water as he promised. While on the move, he is stopped by a group of boys.

“Open the doors. QUICK!!” One of them ordered and showed a gun.

Mr.Lambert, horrified, quickly opened the door. The boys got in. They saw one wallet lying and two buckets full of water.

As expected they took away the buckets and left the wallet.

Mr.Lambert, dissapointed, went back to his home. Her wife waiting for him. She didn’t see the buckets.

“What happened dear?”

He explained everything.

“Don’t worry we will register F.I.R and we will get the water back soon and we can take buckets back by the insurance money.”

@@@ARe You Drunk@@@

” Are you right when EVERYONE is wrong?”
This is what I thought when I realized that everyone else drinks.
They say some drink to remember, some drink to forget. But what about the person who doesn’t drink?
Isn’t there any other way to remember or forget without spoiling your body.? Yeah,  I agree that ’some’ drinking won’t spoil anything.
But when someone drinks to forget, they don’t drink ’some’. They drink until they forget how to drink..!
Even when someone drinks to remember, they just don’t remember what they did when they were drunk..!
People drink even on the dry day.! They act as if they can’t survive without alcohol..! Whisky is the favourite, Vodka comes second coz of its smell and is costlier. Beer is for the starters.
The snacks can’t be forgotten. You would at least need about 5-6 big potato chips packets. Enjoyment is a feature of these alcoholic gettos and thus its not necessary to drink it neat since there are cold drinks and soda to accompany.
These were just the props. The aftereffects??
People drink to the out-of-their-control state. And the worst part? They vomit everything out.! and its not very delightful to even watch.
What happens actually is that the alcohol when consumed burns or com-busts inside the body and when the energy produced becomes too much it comes out with everything..!
The whole getto costs about 1000-1500 INR at minimum depending upon which brand and what type of alcohol you consume. The aftereffects are mostly observable. And when you are into yourself you forget everything you did, although they are not worth remembering. They are too eeeewww… to be seen.!
But then, everyone around is ‘trying’ it out, although this is nowhere near trying out. Its gone far beyond..!
People who don’t drink are becoming less. I thought I was right, not drinking it. But then are you right, when  EVERYONE is wrong?
Its like you are surrounded by drunken people and you began to think :
ARE YOU DRUNK??

There is No Place Like Home

There is no place like home.
You may go to London or Rome.

They may provide you momentary exhilaration
But again home is your ultimate destination.

There is no place so comfortable.
To soothe thee who’s capable.

Erecting just four walls & a roof
Builds a house for you aloof.

But not a sweet home to live in
Or else what is the difference between a house & an inn

To your home you’re just not attached physically
But heartily, mentally and spiritually

Whether there is any heaven above ‘tis unknown
But if its there on earth its certainly our home

So are you not in favour of my view
If not you please review

For there is no place like home
You may go to London or Rome.

Aastik Adhyatmik Dharmik

Aastik - Aastha Adhyatmik - Adhyatma Dharmik – Dharma.....
People have been using the terms interchangeably sometimes . But there are different meanings, significance & perspectives attached to them. What do u think is the difference??
I dont know for sure but this is my take:
Astha is faith...faith in God whether in form of an idol or not, faith in some supreme energy that need not be in corporeal form, faith in religion, faith in anybody as a matter of fact, even in one’s own self. Aastik therefore for me is not just one who has Faith in GOD. The only prerequisite is FAITH.

Adhyatma – spiritual . Spiritual means either religious or mystical as per thesaurus . The most complex machinery in the world ( I am referring to our human body ) isn’t just flesh & bones (arteries, veins, nerves, muscles, tissues, organs, blood cells etc make it all the more complex). There’s more to it. Aatma. Us aatma ki journey mein hume “doosre lok” se jodneka jariya hai adhyatma. And no Ramsey nd RGV haan... For me Adhyatma is knowing ones inner true self… realising its potential...and putting it to good use for oneself & others greater good.

Dharma... does it mean religion as in Hinduism..Islam...Jainism Buddhim..Christianity etc etc etc….( well jus one etc. is not enough I guess)? Though this is the wider acceptation of the word even technically I don’t think so… Blame the Dharma Karma Theory that I have gathered from the so called idiot box… beti dharma…patni dharma…ma ka dharma.
Dharma in true sense of the word is the philosophy of right thoughts & actions.

Conclusion: I am Aastik, Adhyatmik & Dharmik in my sense of the word... being very much part of the world... satisfying my materialistic needs....

God is not in renouncing worldly pleasures.... He is in disseminating all the pleasures in this world.....

Human Birth is a rare blessing and I want to enjoy every bit f it....

"Conversations"

Friends

Mahesh : Hey dude… wassup?? Chal re sutta maar ke aate hain.
Venkat: Chal(nadu). Abe pata hai Santhosh ne Peggy ko propose kiya. And she accepted.
Mahesh : Kya baat kar raha hai! That bufoon (Ch***) got her. Very sad man! Apan dono ghans char rahe the kya?
Venkat: Chod yaar(Vidu Mama)… Lets enjoy our tea. Lecture starts in the next 5 minutes.

Lovers

Santhosh: Hey Dear… wassup?? Lets go for a coffee.
Peggy: Why not! I would love to have ice cream as well.
Santhosh: Sure.. Lets go to the movies afterward, what say?
Peggy: Cool! You know what, you always make my day.

Now

Friends

Mahesh: Abe tu!! Tu yahan kya kar raha hai?(nu ikkada emm chestunua bey) Mindblowing man!(Mama)
Venkat: I work nearby dude. Too good yaar, meeting after so long(Chindi Chor). Lots to catch up with. Chal sutta marte hain. You haven’t given up, have you?
Mahesh: Nahi yaar.. Biwi hates it a lot but still can’t give up. Khair aur suna(inka chepu mama). Are you in contact with anyone else?
Venkat: Hmmmm… Ya, a few of them. In fact talked to Santhosh yesterday. He married Peggy. Dil to toot gaya hoga nahi tera sunke? He he he…..

Lovers

Santhosh: Hey sweetheart… Wassup?? How was your day at office? Ek cup coffee pila do yaar. Office was too tiring for me today.
Peggy: What! I have just come back from office… Why do you always expect me to do things for you? And why are your shoes lying here?
Santhosh: Why do you always start shouting? Such a nag you are.
Peggy: What did you just call me? What….

"Trifilings Really"

All the events and characters are almost fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is an irony of fate, and purely coincidental, since I didn't ask you to read this.

Gawking Today @ People and Relationships

Every one likes poking their noses, long or flat, into others' business, especially in others' love lives. So here goes one such. A friend told his girlfriend, "Do you know (let's call her) G never asks for anything from (let's call him) M. And look at you, you are always 'I want this', 'I want that'... you have a lot left to learn, you know!" His girlfriend retorted, "Did you know, why she never asks for anything from your friend. That's because, he spends thousands on her just like that! She doesn't even have to ask! You have a lot left to learn... you understand, mister?!!..." (buzzzz)

M was amused and surprised. He told G what his friend had told him (Yaar! What have you done? I am finished being compared to you raat-din/day and night), and asked her, "When did I start earning so much that I've started spending thousands? What did you tell her?" G smile mischievously and said, "I lied. Your friend thought it was very macho to praise himself to his girlfriend, in front of yours, by telling her how better he is than you. So, I thought let's see how better his balls are. Now it seems his balls will have to go on exile. Or his bank balance will!

*

Four friends were having an argument- let's name them- Ravi (another lawyer), his wife, Ria, M and G (the leading couple). The topic of argument for the last 20 minutes: the age-old feud between woman and man. Ravi was very heated up and practically shouted at Ria, "It is the duty of the woman to care of her husband and the household, and not earning money. The place of a woman is at home." Ria was incensed. "@#^$#%^^!@#$!!"

M was keeping mighty quiet. Ravi found he was going to be outranked, outclassed and outdone by the women, he turned to M, "Arre, say something yaar!" M quietly replied, "I think women can do anything. After all, it is only a woman who can hold a family together, the most important of all things." G was ecstatic, she smiled triumphantly at Ravi, who was dumbfounded, and softly smiled at M. After the ladies had left, Ravi turned to M, "What did you just do? You were supposed to be on my side?!" M said, "I was on your side. I said what you did, only, to use your law jargon, I re-phrased the statement. I just used the tact you use in courtrooms, and I'll be the one sleeping in my own bed tonight and you, in the couch!"

*

She knew he was seeing some other girl. Actually she was sure of it. She planned to catch him unaware. She went to his house and started banging on his door, shouting, "Come on Ratul, I know you are in there... Open up! It's going to be a lot worse if you don't." She heard a scuffle, a couple of curses and a thud. She banged even harder. Ratul opened the door, with his shirt half-buttoned, hair messed, but grinning broadly. She stalked inside and asked in a deceptive calm, "Where is the bitch?". Ratul smiled, "Oh, you know about her? I wanted to surprise you! But don't worry, all my friends already like her. She takes a bit too much of my time but I'm sure you will approve of her, and fall in love with her, just like I did." She was incredulous. She decided to take matters in her own hands and stalked to his room and threw the door open, and stared. It was a puppy. "Isn't she pretty", Ratul intoned.

[Later, much later, Ratul sent a text message: Sry i had 2 rush u out d bak door but my mom came home early. C ya tmrw, tc! :)]

*

We, cousins and friends, were having a gala time, chatting and joking, at my cousin's place. Suddenly, we heard my aunt shouting at my uncle in their bedroom, "Drop your pants! Drop your pants, I say!... Don't waste my time, do it fast! I have many chores to do after this!" There was a sudden lull in our conversation, and then we all started talking loudly, all at the same time, trying to pretend we couldn't hear the shrill voice that was absolutely making our ears throb. Later we learned, the doctor had prescribed compresses twice daily for the huge, painful boil on uncle's thigh.

"Clandestine"

In this world so radiant with joy

Everyone has something to hide

Some horrid truth they conceal within

Close to their so like sin

Not even in their closest friends to confide

They tell not to the world aloud

Yet that silence itself speaks to we

That secret burns within them so

See their face and we can know

Deep within that they crave to be free

Their eyes speak for their heart

Tell us what they long to say

They tell us of grief untold

Of Paints they saw and dreams they sold

Of obstacles that made them lose their way

What the heart conceals

Is not hidden always

For the mind is hard to see

It changes its thought constantly

Like in the breeze the leaf sways

For

I know not, what to give you,

It is for you, that I live too,

Your are my ally, my closest friend

When in need, I on you depend.

I can tell, anything to you

Share what is in my life new,

My happiness and my sorrow,

More about me, no one does know.

My day begins, and ends with you,

You are one, whom I cannot refuse,

Sunshine in my life, I do not know

On this day, what to give you so

Star a million, I wish I could get,

A gift that you would never ever forget,

Whatever I got, to me it would be few.

Till I can find, that perfect gift for you

“Dearest Mom, I love You so Much!!”

"Essence of Love"

A drop of rain, when moist the dry fields, a fragrance pervades, creates an atmosphere of livingness.This fragrance is the joy and ecstasy, which does not remain bounded to rain and fields but becomes universal for everyone who wants to feel it. Trees grow green, as spring comes. Becoming green is not preparation of trees for spring but it is the spontaneous happening, a consequence. A lotus opens their petals as the sun rises. For lotus it is a way of expressing gratitude for its existence to the sun, which gleams it with divine beauty. A dry field loves the rain. Trees love spring. Lotus loves the sun. For me, love is unrestrained (universal) like love of rain and dry fields; spontaneous like love of trees and spring; a sense of gratitude like love of lotus and sun.
“Love is freedom” is the most common line, depicting love. No one talks about the lovers. Are they free? Is it the love that makes us free or free can love only? What is the level of freedom because freedom has a vast significance and can be classified into many categories? There are still many questions which I want to resolve. For this time I can only repeat the KHALIL GIBRAN’s line for the lovers

“FILL EACH OTHER’S CUP BUT NOT DRINK FROM ONE CUP.”

"A story of an old Man"

No one knew from where he came and how he was surviving. His big-whitish beard, scattered hair, worn out clothes and his erratic behaviour soon confirmed that he was mentally ill. Outside of colony, people often saw him brushing the ground with the small and thin twig of same tree which had become his permanent shelter. He had an old bag too. No one ever had an idea what was inside it. Someone had given him a bottle and aluminium Tiffin that he put just in front of him and frequently the red monkeys and dogs robbed his food, leaving him hungry and thirsty. Often he talks to himself and it went for longer...Sometimes it turned into cry and sometimes he laughed vehemently. It was hard to predict to see his face what he was going to do...was he about to laugh or about to cry? People passed all day. He never looked at them nor did the people look at him. In the night, the women, who were happy for some personal reason or who wanted to show her sympathetic behaviour to her neighbour or who just inspired by watching “Sanskar Channel” gave him food and water... Since colony was big and most of women were competitively religious...he rarely slept hungry...


It was a very hot day...In the scorching heat, under the tree he was laying as he was counting the number of leaves on the tree. He was not talking as he used to do often. In between the spaces of leaves, rays of sun were appearing like a spear, ready to penetrate the body coming in its way. Insensitive to everything, he, like a dried log, was gazing upwards as he was a broken branch of tree.

It was two in the afternoon. With a dried reed...he was writing something...People were passing but as usual they were ignoring him. But it was something different today...His hands were moving fast...as fast as he had to answer the final question of his life in a very short time. His body was trembling like a just switched off generator. Even in the noise of surroundings...the sound of his breathing, rustling so heavily could be heard... But people were busy and women were in their A.C. Rooms...watching their favourite T.V.Channel...

Now it was five in the evening. Children were playing Cricket. Ravi hit the ball towards the tree. Rishu went ahead to catch the ball. He saw the old man...laying like a lifeless body; grabbing a thin twig with his half closed palms. As he moved forward...He saw something carved on the ground...he tried to read it...

W...A...T...E...R

He pronounced wwaatteerrr. As soon as the meaning of word overrode the sound, he ran towards his home, puzzling his friends who were waiting for the ball to start the game. He went, took a bottle from his fridge...in a second he reached the old man...He tried to shake his body...His body gave a little response...His drowsy eyes opened a bit...His dried lips curved a bit...The boy opened the bottle and poured some droplets of water to his parched and desiccated lips but it did not went inside...It just floated outside. Meanwhile all children rounded him...flabbergasted to see something that they were unknown till now...the TRUTH of life...the END of life...

Soon people gathered around him. It was first time when in his dead body, people noticed that once he was alive...

A dried branch fell on the ground...replacing another one... Only difference was that former would soon be taken...perhaps children would use it to make their new cricket bat...

Deviating Perceptions

This is a new generation. A new one like so many others. But it is not perpetual. It’s a generation powered by Addiction, fuelled by Awareness, angered by Imperfections, and grieved by Failures. An epoch coveting a new world, a reformed world. A generation with a dream, a vision and a belief that not the path but the destination matters. A generation striving to turn their sand castles into concrete. We are a generation armed with exceptional Reasoning and Logical Skills.

We are… YES..  ADDICTION.. personified!! Addicted not to grim inclinations or fatal drugs but addicted to the work we do, addicted to the dreams we nurture, addicted to the things we want. We are addicted to the internet, to the cell phone and our iPODs. It’s a desire for success, for achievement and a quest for knowledge which drives this generation. An addiction to perfection and contempt for conciliation is what holds us united.

It’s a generation of reason. ‘Why’ and not ‘How’ is the word of choice. We catechize, ‘What’s the point?’ We seek Reason and Logic. We don’t evade hard work and travail but we loathe and shun futile toil.  We might appear imprudent and capricious but we harbour the potential to reshape the world. We may seem lackadaisical and oblivious but once we ferret out a path, we follow it with an ardent allegiance. We are expected to abide by the rules formulated by the veterans, but we prefer to make our own. We do not hesitate to assert ourselves or reveal our perceptions, but we are apprehensive that perhaps no one but us will discern them. We do not aim to change things, as most of them have been rendered permanent. We hold a vision to start afresh, to make things new, advanced and without a loophole. “Life isn’t perfect, come to terms with it.” was the maxim before. “If life isn’t perfect, we redefine perfection.” is the motto we believe in. The veteran generations were driven by fire in their bloods which clogged their brains. We carry a cool head on steady shoulders.  

It’s a generation which is respectful and reverent but denies to accept forced decisions, a generation meticulous and nimble but not timid or scared to take risks, religious but not superstitious. We heed and appreciate wisdom but we credence to nothing without reason. We may take your advice but we prefer to learn from our experiences, not your mistakes. We are keen to adopt and learn from your dexterity and knowledge but we refuse to be led. We choose to live our lives and pursue our fantasies on our own terms.   A generation which has technology at its disposal and the ability to harness nature. The masters of trouble shooting and improvisations. We are not scared to step out of the nest and flap our wings. If we fail to fly, the wind might carry us for a while.

We behold a magical world in our minds and aim to recreate the magic in this pragmatic world. A world where the word ‘impossible’ does not exist in the human jargon. A world where everything is just a click away, where nothing remains arcane and obscure. We are determined, headstrong and efficacious with thoughts that are radical and contemporary. Money, fame and flattery are insignificant, achievement and self satisfaction are imperative and substantial. This is s generation which believes in deeds, not virtues. We speak many tongues, have many faces, but it all converges to one dream, one vision.

"THE ENDLESS LADDER"

Photo courtesy: The Billyllama's Photostream

The ladder never ends. As you climb up rungs and live under the illusion or fallacy that you’ve secured one more victory in life, you look skywards and realize the ladder just got longer, the end somewhere out of sight, beyond the clouds…

All your life you can keep climbing the ladder in the quest to reach the top and never get there! This can be perceived in two ways – the optimist’s dream and the pessimist’s nightmare. The optimist sees this as ambition – a way to push oneself towards achieving more and more. The pessimist knows that this means being insatiable – never satisfied with what one has in life.

While on the way up, a hand may be extended at you for help. Grab it and help, because one good turn deserves another. Once you are higher, you might need a helping hand yourself. It is also true that at every rung scaled, a mad multitude of hands will crop out of nowhere to rip, drag & pummel you down. For just as one person’s manna is another person’s poison, likewise the success of one indeed poisons the minds of many. While many take joy in the success of one, there are others who do not think of how to replicate such success for themselves but plot how to displace the one who’s higher up somewhere on the ladder. Terminally, the seeds of misery are sown & the chalice of woe tipped over. No one emerges a winner. But in the Almighty’s courtyard, there will be justice for all. For one cannot wage a war against one’s destiny, and what is fated to happen shall play itself out.

Is it the need to survive that drives many to entrench self & others in miseries of their own making? A lesson needs to be learnt - Survival is not the sole mantra. Surviving peacefully, with contentment & without malice towards others is! And this will give you what no amount of wealth or fame can provide – adoration & respect of loved ones and the greatest treasure of them all – Happiness.

Therefore, live the optimist’s dream. Keep climbing, irrespective of the hands clawing at you. And while you’re at it, have tones of fun :)

"Living the Moments"

There are several moments in life, when you feel life... just enjoying it. You don't do anything, just let your mind render and live with the moment which would last forever in your mind.

Yeh honsla kaise jhuke,
Yeh arzoo kaise ruke....

The song from the movie 'Dor' was playing in my cell phone . The only other sound was the sound of rain drops falling upon the trees. It had been raining for the whole day. There was darkness all around. Complete silence. A beautiful song playing in my phone, beautiful weather, raindrops falling!! Wow!! Next day's college  was the last thing on my mind.

There are so many beautiful and simple things to think about. I had read an article 'Simplify' some days back somewhere. The same was coming to my mind at that time. I realized that we often fail to see the beauty of such simple moments , simplicity.

The song kept talking of moving-on in life, no matter what. But moving on what? Its moments like these that refresh you, give you the strenght to keep on moving. You just have to shut your eyes and let everything be - "for a moment".

"There is no happiness, there are only moments of happiness"

"Pursuit of Happiness"

Happiness is the only thing one can pursue. Things do not need to be big , grand to be happy. Small things , often , mean a lot. Couples break - up when relationship becomes intolerable , for happiness. After loosing someone , you want to be happy by thinking of sweet memories related to that person . A roof to sleep , when you are homeless, becomes happiness . When you are hungry after a long day's work , and you get a little food , that little food becomes your happiness.

When you have everything - loved ones , food , shelter but still you are unhappy, then only creative urges or trying something different propel you for happiness.

Idiot...Aal Izz Well!!

Saari Umra Hum Mar Mar Ke Jee Liye..
Ik Pal To Ab Hame Jeene Do, Jeene Do...
Bachpan To Gaya, Jawaani Bhi Gayi..
Ik Pal To Ab Hame Jeene Do, Jeene Do...

 

The title of the post says it all...The punchline of the movie "3 Idiots", I watched just a few hours back,  leaves you with that 'Aal Izz Well' feeling! A must-watch movie which leaves you with the feel-good factor at its peak..looks like Aamir endorses the "Education Reforms"..All in all, a complete Paisa-Vasool!!:)

Now since I'm feeling sleepy at this point of time..I'll share the gist of the message the movie sends across..

Break out of the system, the bindings..

Don't do what others think is good for you, do what you think is good and that will turn out the best decision of your life..and then only, the absolute contentment and happiness will surface in life..

Don't let your weaknesses be the obstructions that become a stumbling-block in your path, but the motivation that guides you through..

Study only to achieve excellence, not for material gains..
Only then BALAATKAR CHAMATKAAR hogi and one will become successful..Once successful, STAN Dhan  apne aap aaegi!!

'Ruttofied' definitions, theorems and formulae won't define our life but the real character of our inner soul..

Don't let stresses pressurize your brain, everytime console your frustrated mind by saying, "AAL IZZ WELL"

 All in all,Aamir Rocks!!And what I want to say is,"Jahaanpanah!Tussi great ho...Is Blog Ka Tohfa Kubool Karo!"
(You gotta watch the movie to understand this..)
O Bhaiyya 'Aal Izz Well'!!:)

Give Me Some Sunshine..
Give Me Some Rain..
Give Me Another Chance..
I Want To Grow Up Once Again..

I'm all smiles!!:):)

"Gandhi Minus the Mahatama"

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi - one of the most enigmatic personalities in the history. A man with different shades when viewed at different angles. Well, he was human after all.

Different people had different perceptions about Gandhi. I, on my part, have had different views about him at different stages of my life.

When I was younger, I had loads of issues with Gandhi. Why did he not save Bhagat Singh? Why did he let the partition happen? Why did he not support Netaji? These questions had skewed my perceptions about Gandhi. Believe it or not, I was a part of that population of India who hated Gandhi.

Now I think of him as a man who was a great human being. He may or may not have been a great leader for our nation. I am still trying to figure out if his policies gave India any better results.

He was a man of many names : Bapu, Gandhiji, Nanga Fakir, Mahatma. But the name that really stuck to him was Mahatma, a great soul (he was first called a mahatma by Rabindranath Tagore). Was he really a Mahatma, a saint? I don't think so. Nor did he, I suppose.

He was a common man (the mango man, aam admi), with an uncommon resolution. He made his mistakes. He was proud. He was honest. He was adamant. He was understanding. He was naked. In short he was all that we are, a normal human being.

But then what made him the superhuman we are supposed to think him to be? The press? The Congress? The skewed historians?

Dunno for sure. India needed a hero to look upto after Independence. Every fledgling country does. So we had our very own George Washington. History was written according to the directives of the rulers of the land (the Congress) and the historians, true minstrels that they are, godified Gandhi. Maybe Gandhi would have liked this. I would like to think otherwise, but then who knows. He didn't stop the angrejs from executing the non-believers in non-violence (the Bhagat Singh fiasco), did he?

Hmmmm.. so Gandhi was not a real mahatma. Why the hell then did so many people followed in his wake?

My answer to this question would be his honesty. I came to this understanding when I read his "My Experiments with Truth". He tells us the truths that demean him, his character and are bound to hurt his family and friends. He tells about all his mistakes from stealing to indulging with his wife when his father was dying. All these when he knew he was being followed by millions of people.

It was written in 1920s when Gandhi had become a public figure. People had started believing in him and his principles. To write an autobiography of such sort could have been a big political blunder (a la "Jinnah" by Jaswant Singh). But still he went ahead with it. Ah! History would have been rewritten if the Nehrus and Patels would have been Adwanis and Singhs.

What my point here is. it takes immense courage to do so. Specially when you know people are looking up to you as their mentor. I salute the man for the truth-and-nothing-but-the-truth principle that he followed.

According to Gandhi (in the Introduction to his book):

"It is not my purpose to attempt a real autobiography. I simply want to tell the story of my numerous experiments with truth, and as my life consists of nothing but those experiments, it is true that the story will take the shape of an autobiography..."

I believe these are the words of a man who considers himself to be honest to his conscience. These are the words only Gandhi could have wrote.

I know Gandhi had his share of controversies. Sure he had his shortcomings. But still, he was better than the breed of gullible politicians we have today. Maybe we need a Gandhi again to clear this mess we have managed to pull ourselves in.

"Are you a Typical Indian"

CAUTION: Before you proceed, please understand that this a simple humorous piece which bears no definite relation to anything, and is only written as and for a source of fun and enjoyment, and not at all to offend or hurt anyone's ego! If you believe you cannot read and think objectively (and humorously), please do not go beyond this sentence! See, you still did! Okay, on your head be it then! If you are offended in any way, the fault lies with you and you alone.

I'm an Indian, by heart, soul, mind, culture, birth, origins, you name it, I'm it. Yes, I am trying to go abroad for "higher studies", I love my country but I'm not blind. Yes, India needs work on a lot of fronts, opportunities are difficult to come by etc etc, but I'm still an Indian and proud to be so and there are several in the crowd (at least in my crowd and I believe, outside of it too) who will agree to the same.

Of course, the number of "proud" Indians are dwindling day by day. There are converts who are oh-so-ashamed and who find their pride in the fact they loathe not being born in the West, and there starts their litany, 'India is so tacky!' 'It is so backward!' Blah! Blah! Blah! (I hope you understand the nasal falsetto required to read the quoted sentences) Well, you can very easily relate them to the "dhobi ka kutta" (For my non-Hindi readers, it is a washer man's dog) for they can neither belong to the West and I assure you, they don't belong here either! (It is a Hindi proverb, "dhobi ka kutta, naa ghar ka naa ghat ka" roughly translated, it means 'neither here nor there')

This article is for the other Indians who are, simply put, happy to be who they are.

So, to revert to my original question, "Are you a typical Indian???"

Well, you see, very recently I learned that there are Indians (already fallen from grace) and then there are the "typical" Indians (not only fallen from grace, you are on your way to Hell) This is a distinction that, i warn you, not everyone can grasp. However hard I may try to help you to understand 'the concept', you must know that the distinction is understood by a few. I guess, now you understand why I digressed and introduced the classic I-hate-India-and-why-the-hell-am-i-not-an-American, elite individuals (Americans, I apologize for bringing you into the fray, but it's kind of a notion they have that West equates to America, completely bypassing Europe... I'm sure you can do without this burden).

I have been condemned to the lowest rung a long time back, since i could not portray the requisite enthusiasm to the elitists' ideas. (I quarrel well, and it can be downright difficult to win against me, especially when I'm right so, my place in their books was decided pretty quickly) Nowadays, I totally am adapted to these kind of people after meeting several of their kind, just like many of you must be. It is a topic which we (who are not among the few) have exhausted, are not interested in any more and don't really think about too much. But this idea of being a "typical" Indian really got my attention!

So, what does make you a "typical" Indian?

Here are some pointers to help you.

First:

Your ex-friend is going abroad, you want to end things on a good note, and want to wish him/her luck for old times' sake, knowing that your paths may never cross again... you thought to let by-gones be by-gones and make a nice ending of it all, with nothing but good wishes? Well, that makes you a Typical Indian... You are actually doing this since your friend is going to America and you are not, you just want to get into your friend's good books (after all you need your friend's help to follow him/her abroad because you won't be able to do it alone! And moreover your friend will be earning in dollars, huh!) It does not matter that your ex-friend was the one who initiated the meeting in the first place.

Next:

It is pathetic being friends with you because your friendship is synonymous with "politics". You couldn't understand the veritable honor of his/her friendship bestowed on you! That's why you never talked to your friend, avoided your friend like plague. Never mind the fact that your friend is your ex-friend because of multi-standards, double-triple-quadruple crossings, and was the one responsible for the falling out among most friends (Did anyone say "back-biting and manipulative"?!). But it is always you involved in politics. And of course, you are jealous.

Next:

How pitiful can you get that you intend to come back to bloody India of all places? Oh, you are typical Indians! (Or mebbe, you are not as lucky, no, no, not as accomplished as a certain someone to be accepted with wide arms in the States)

Next:

If you do not agree Indians are cowards/spineless because the students cannot barge into their university campus with an AK-47 (and the sort) and kill people, you are pathetically typical.

A few other small points:

If you do not have many cousins spread through out North America (only Canada allowed besides, the US of A) or UK. It is a show of status, other European countries don't count. You do not speak English all the time and resort to your mother tongue. You can read and write well in your mother-tongue.

Lastly, of all that I have known till now:

You don't feel condemned to be born in India, and you think of going abroad for studying as a step in your career and not a means to escape. You want to stay back with your parents???

Oh, you Indians! No wonder, you are hopeless! *sigh*

As an expansive writer with the means of broadcasting via my blog, I could not resist the chance to share this experience/observations with you. Many of you know about these first hand. This may offend several, but more numbers will agree, as nothing is exaggerated, instead I've actually toned it down!

Though I am forced to amend some do suck up for their own means to an end, not everybody are so undignified or have the urge. It may come as a surprise but most of us are self-sufficient enough not to be a hypocrite or a sycophant!

So, all you unlucky, born-in-India but-won't-be-Indians-at-the-first-chance-you-get, all the best in your lives. Keep your mouth shut while getting your visas. Enjoy being a non-Indian. And God save America!

And again, yes, I'll be going abroad to study (and only study), yes, because of the awesome infrastructure, ease of working, opportunities etc etc but in exchange they'll be getting me, my talent and my brains. The way I look at it, I am doing them a favour as much as they are doing me. We go abroad 'cause we choose to, and not because we have our own identities to create.

By the way, the other Indian readers, so...

Aren't you a typical Indian??? :~))

Insatiable

Some things come to an end for new things to begin. A day, a week, a year, a millennium… everything comes to an end, to give way to a new one. Time, itself, is indefinite. It is us, mortals who have fettered time in the strings of days, months and years. It is well discerned that the universe is governed by the inevitable rule that anything that begins must come to an end, including human life. Yet we are invariably insatiable. We hanker for a long life. We are covetous. We wish to hold on to time. On several occasions, when a special moment fleets by, we avidly wish to cling on to it, to freeze time and live in that moment forever. But indeed ‘forever’ is illusory and nonexistent. There is another side to the coin, a different perspective. This moment elapses so that new and greater remarkable moments can become a part of the book of our life.

As the end of last year approached, I caught more than few glimpses of rants and sulks about how swiftly this year wrapped itself up and bid us adieu. I agree, more than often, time seems to pass by transcendentally swiftly. We are constantly laden with more things to do in a compendiary realm of time. Maybe that is the reason why time always seems bereft and meager. I do not allege that I am beyond all the ranting and sulking. Time and again, I, burdened and strained with work, have also been a victim to the dearth of time and covertly wished for longer days. But my intellect had always whipped me back to reality. Everyone around me has been going on and on about how briskly this year slipped away. While the truth, according to the laws of physics, is that every year passes at the exact same pace. I have had the same feeling on several occasions. But then the calendar was invented by humans, wasn’t it? So what is the big deal…

Now I don’t want to sound archaic and humdrum, but in fact, the days of a calendar  are almost insignificant and quite paltry to me. Of course work and other terrestrial conventional events are governed by the calendar. But my mind and soul aren’t. To me, every New Year  is just an excuse to make resolutions and have celebrations. An impetus to wish and hug my loved ones. A motivation to wrap up my loose strings. An incentive for a new beginning.  

But analyzing each day, I realize there is no idiosyncrasy, a brand new year or the old one. The temperament and vivacity with which we draw breath is vital. Each day in our lives is a feat in itself. Each day can be lived like it is the first day of a new year. Resolutions & Celebrations can be a part of any archetypal day. Every new dawn is a new beginning. I don’t need to wait until I can replace the calendar on the desk, for a new beginning.

‘Time’ can’t enslave my thoughts. They are ephemeral and emancipated like a butterfly.

“I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.”

                                                                        ~William Ernest Henley

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The Girl whom I Never Met

Your eyes enlighten my day,
It’s long since I remember them,
But, these pain filled eyes still exclaim,
Hey, you’ll be with her!
I don’t remember the last thing you said,
But I assure you it wasn’t that nice,
But still, ineffable are our memories together,
When I was your sugar, and you, my spice.
I reminisce the day I proposed,
We were so young and far at heart,
But now my love is inexplicable,
As you are long gone and so far apart.
I love the things you said about me,
When you loved me, I loved you more,
But when you asked, “Can we be just friends?”
I was stunned, my heart beat all sore.
But,girl, I still kept your depressing secret,
That’s how strong my love is for you,
Not even hate will make me do that,
Telling others about it, I’ll never do!
I remember our little island,
Where we’d probably romantisize and kiss.
What a pity, we never even went there though,
That’s a part in my dreams, I won’t miss.
But now it’s all gone, I should stop dreaming,
We seem to fight, scowl and ignore,
The same old fights which were even then,
Showed less hate and the love was more.
I’m sorry, my Juliet, if I ever made you sad,
Or disappointed in the way I behaved,
Even after you left me, I couldn’t bear it,
I did bad things as I cried and raved.
Somehow, I feel you still love me, girl,
I’m the same optimist that I was,
What misery though, I feel you’ve changed!
It’s those new boys I hate, I’m jealous and cross.
But I love you, baby, I’d still take you in,
Resting your head, after meeting you, in my arm,
The other hand stroking that silken hair,
Bringing you no danger, just my charm.
So is it true with old sayings then,
That lovers love more after they’re apart,
From my side, I promise, it’s totally true,
Is it the same for you, my heart?
I wish you’d call me your “life” again,
I wish I’d call you that too,
Why did my family ruin it for us?
But you gave the final blow, didn’t you?
So that was my one and only perfect girl,
she’s gone. Her name? It is…not yet!
We loved each other but we broke up,
I’ll tell you about our love, she’s a girl I’ve never met!

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I am Greatful for,.................... and It is strange how u think..........

I'm grateful for...

It is strange how you think and wish that you could have the life of that person in front of you, and that exact person looks at you and thinks, if only he could be like you! Doesn't it seem strange how often we dwell on the 'what could have been'-s and 'wish i had' and 'if only' and 'what if', forgetting to remember and sometimes, even to value all that we already have, let alone be grateful for them. That is the mystery behind why it's always too late... we take so many things in our life for granted that only the loss of it brings home the importance of it... and so the understanding comes, always too late.

Today, I am going to be another person. That person in the mirror will be looking at me and thinking how beautiful my life is. I am going to admire who I am and what I am today and be grateful for it. I will not think of all those things that I don't have but will give thanks for all that I have been blessed with.

my life is beautiful

By the Sea

Have you ever been to the sea, just standing on the warm sand watching the endless waves shining under the shroud of the dark evening sky? This poem was inspired by such a fascinating and solitary evening. Enjoy!

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Sparkles of the sea

Setting the waters on fire

Splashing over and again

Waves after waves

Unbridled and free

As far as it can possibly be

They roll and roar

And tumble and groan

The white foam and the glittering froth

Washing away the sand

Taking everything they can

But giving them all back

Rolling they come

And touch your feet

With souls left cleansed

The waters come and recede

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