Let’s talk. Empty talks, talks filled with air, talks having some meaning, talks enough to create a web of thoughts in your mind, sensual talks, sometimes dry and sometimes wet, talks to spell bound, magical talks, talks used to play with the other mind. Life so short but deep enough to leave you perturbed. Talk about it, for talks are just to be spoken and then forgotten, talk about the people with whom you sleep in the night and talk about the people with whom you wake up every morning. Talk about the promises to be kept and some that needs to be broken, seal the talks with your lips and whisper some talks in the ears of the people you trust. Help people so that they talk about you and do betray some so that the talk about you intensifies.
Talk loud, talk soft, talk as if no one listens, there’s always a secret to be revealed and there’s some secrets to be kept within. Talk with your mind to manipulate ideas and talk to your heart to inculcate beliefs and if not anything, forget all the talks and succumb to the speechless talks. Talk about the warrior inside you and talk about the terror within your mind, talk about your unforgettable best and forgettable worst. Talk money, talk religion, talks which are colorful and some times painted with black and white. Influential talks, enough to change the direction of people lives and sometimes talk in vacuum which needs to be ignored. Talk intentionally to praise someone or pretend to be talking unintentionally to hurt some. Forecast your talks, take your talks to a state of déjà vu, feel as if the talks are talked before and talk as if every word woven are new. Gamble your talks, bet on it, win your talks and sometimes lose it. Do believe in some talks and doubt some talks too.
After all, these are talks which need to be remained as talks, sometime swift enough to experience you a new world around you and sometimes leaving you clueless, in a state of despair. An illusion, sometimes reality, talks are believed to be the most enticing piece of sound. Err, you still ready to sit besides me and have a TALK with me. The tables are set, lights are on, let’s talk……..
Friday, December 19, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
BREAKING Views!!!
I just read about the hue and cry made over Shobhaa De‘s comments on SRK and SRK hammering on Shobhaa’s neck. And, as expected, the Indian media has nothing better to show and flash every other ordinary masala news on their channels tagging it as “Breaking News!!”. I just watched this piece of nonsense by Aditya Chopra and believe me there was nothing in that movie to be cheered about, it’s more pathetic than Farah Khan’s creation last year. Every mediocre love story with great amount of publicity with SRK in it makes news among the Indians. It’s true that “SRK and Sex” sells, but what has not been mentioned are both getting sold at its worst form. Sex in its vulgarity and SRK in its mediocrity has ruled and surely going to rule in the future too considering the Indian mindset who have nothing but to get awed seeing such nuisances on screen.
How does it matter what SRK has to say on Terrorism and even if he gives some great speeches in his typical style, how would it change the fate of the nation?? Why we Indians can’t think that at the end of the day, they are the ones who live a lavish lifestyle on the money we spent to watch them on screen. When the whole Mumbai was battling terrorism, neither SRK nor Amitabh got affected, after all, there might not be enough security outside Taj but definitely there is security outside “Mannat” and “Jalsa”. Filmstars are like politicians, both attention seekers and making money for themselves. Being public figures, how many of them have bothered to work for public, the price tag for every star amounting to crores, how much do they owe to general public, nothing but mere 3 hours entertainment. Have we ever thought of this?? Being in fame and in news is what matters to them because the moment, they are out of the news; they are out of the audiences mind. I pity this country, the media, the politicians, and add to the list is the public of India. It’s sad but true, everyone is a victim of paparazzo, everyone needs to be in news, If Shobhaa says something, SRK will revert and adding to these, there will be many who will react to this including the media and what happens at the end of the day?? A new piece of NEWS is born…..
How does it matter what SRK has to say on Terrorism and even if he gives some great speeches in his typical style, how would it change the fate of the nation?? Why we Indians can’t think that at the end of the day, they are the ones who live a lavish lifestyle on the money we spent to watch them on screen. When the whole Mumbai was battling terrorism, neither SRK nor Amitabh got affected, after all, there might not be enough security outside Taj but definitely there is security outside “Mannat” and “Jalsa”. Filmstars are like politicians, both attention seekers and making money for themselves. Being public figures, how many of them have bothered to work for public, the price tag for every star amounting to crores, how much do they owe to general public, nothing but mere 3 hours entertainment. Have we ever thought of this?? Being in fame and in news is what matters to them because the moment, they are out of the news; they are out of the audiences mind. I pity this country, the media, the politicians, and add to the list is the public of India. It’s sad but true, everyone is a victim of paparazzo, everyone needs to be in news, If Shobhaa says something, SRK will revert and adding to these, there will be many who will react to this including the media and what happens at the end of the day?? A new piece of NEWS is born…..
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
MARRIAGE Mania!!
With all grandeur, people are excited about my marriage. Everyone is waiting for my marriage with bated breath, the reason being, me the youngest of my family, well-settled, MBA with a good profile and a not-so-bad salary. The who’s who in my family are extremely concerned about the kind of girl, for some, she would be a sari clad “TULSI” from Kyunki fame and for some, she would be a mixture of traditional and modern and for some, a village girl who would be extremely cultured and for my friends, well, some still thinks, I will marry the girl whom I used to love though she’s married now and for some, I will, the moment section 377 is scrapped in India. Bizarre, but true, there have been lot of “bull and bear” expectations set on my marriage sensex. The excitement barometer rises high, every time a cousin of mine gets married or I get a new job. The “MARRCONOMICS” clearly states that to have a family afloat, a boy should get married to a girl or vice versa, work a night with dedication and stay happily, clueless for the next few months till suddenly you hear a “cry” in the hospital chambers, and then you decide the goal of your life and the amount of money you need to make till you are 50 depending on the “CREATION OF GOD”. For every person, the plot is nearly the same except the “here and there” incidents added or removed in order to make the picture look different from others. Life is no less beautiful than a Yash Chopra movie where the guy and girl with certain ambitions at some point of time suddenly forgets everything to find their love, can go any extreme to have their love in their life, forget career and ambitions, what ultimate matters is a life filled with punchlines like “Love will find a way”, “Someone, somewhere is made for you” blah, blah, blah and who else other than my sister knows it to the core and then an extravagant Sooraj Barjatya marriage is set where the couple gets married and happily stay ever after, sad, but it doesn’t work for me. The fascination of getting married has still not got on my nerves not, because I don’t want to get married but because, I don’t want to get married at the cost of my dreams and ambitions. I have never built fences around my life and have believed to live it with the beauty of boundarylessness of life. A child is certainly a gift of god, but for me, not necessarily when it has your own blood running in his/her body. For me, marriage is as sacred as worshipping god but more than that even if you emotionally bond with a person with respect even when not married is more sacred than anything else. But, my dreams have no roof in the society for I would be tagged as an “Ultra-Selfish” person who doesn’t value the dream of his parents.
So, let the euphoria continues, let someone else’s dream be fulfilled, the one who would be associated to me on the marriage night, let the friends dance and have all the fun to see one of their good friends getting wedded, let my parents see their reflection in me and my partner, LET THE MARRIAGE MANIA continues……
So, let the euphoria continues, let someone else’s dream be fulfilled, the one who would be associated to me on the marriage night, let the friends dance and have all the fun to see one of their good friends getting wedded, let my parents see their reflection in me and my partner, LET THE MARRIAGE MANIA continues……
Friday, December 5, 2008
9 to 5 of a LIFE..
9-5, a time which is important for crores of people, especially men who believe that a picture perfect life starts with going to work in the morning so that he could earn money and save something for his family and give his children a future that they would be proud of. 9-5, a time which keeps thousands of people engage in their work and forget their family so that they can build a future rememberable for their family. 9-5, a time which is important for every middle class man whose ego is hurt if they spend time sitting at home from Monday to Friday when the whole world goes to offices for work. I, myself, have been a victim for more than one month when 9-5 engagement was almost zero.
Never could I have imagined in my wildest dream that today morning I will wake up with news which would make my morning a mournful one. My cousin informed me that my uncle who was in his early 40s expired leaving his 12 year old daughter and wife alone in this world. For the past three days he was in coma struggling with brain hemorrhage. The last three days of struggle was in fact a struggle which started in his life when he suddenly lost his job in a small private company. Life was completely perfect until one day he heard that the company he was working for made losses and he was asked to leave the job. And, then probably after that, there were blurs which affected their picture perfect small happy family and what remained were humiliation, struggle and desperation. The job loss had already taken a toll on his health and he became incapable to fight with his own conscience which could have questioned his existence innumerable number of times. Though he had four more brothers and a well settled family to take care of him and his small family but it was not easy for him to sit at home and see the pity on others eyes. He has worked in worst of places so that he doesn’t find disrespect in his daughter’s eyes or the discomfort felt by his wife when suddenly someone questions the profession of his husband. Working day and night and cycling 10 kms everyday for a meager 3000 was not an easy task for him, where instead of respect for his good work, what came across was humility. And, mounting pressure and self hatredness built the plot for his death.
Today, I have nothing to say, nothing to express as myself have been through this when I was sitting jobless for more than a month. It’s not easy for a man whose family have some dreams attached to him, when other’s lives are directly connected to your survival. And, when your own survival flounders, what remains is an empty picture, an imperfect one which doesn’t fit your family, neither it support the dream of your children nor it shows direction to your own existence. 9-5 a time which has taken lives of thousands and still will take in the future. 9-5, perhaps a blessing for some and curse for some others……
Never could I have imagined in my wildest dream that today morning I will wake up with news which would make my morning a mournful one. My cousin informed me that my uncle who was in his early 40s expired leaving his 12 year old daughter and wife alone in this world. For the past three days he was in coma struggling with brain hemorrhage. The last three days of struggle was in fact a struggle which started in his life when he suddenly lost his job in a small private company. Life was completely perfect until one day he heard that the company he was working for made losses and he was asked to leave the job. And, then probably after that, there were blurs which affected their picture perfect small happy family and what remained were humiliation, struggle and desperation. The job loss had already taken a toll on his health and he became incapable to fight with his own conscience which could have questioned his existence innumerable number of times. Though he had four more brothers and a well settled family to take care of him and his small family but it was not easy for him to sit at home and see the pity on others eyes. He has worked in worst of places so that he doesn’t find disrespect in his daughter’s eyes or the discomfort felt by his wife when suddenly someone questions the profession of his husband. Working day and night and cycling 10 kms everyday for a meager 3000 was not an easy task for him, where instead of respect for his good work, what came across was humility. And, mounting pressure and self hatredness built the plot for his death.
Today, I have nothing to say, nothing to express as myself have been through this when I was sitting jobless for more than a month. It’s not easy for a man whose family have some dreams attached to him, when other’s lives are directly connected to your survival. And, when your own survival flounders, what remains is an empty picture, an imperfect one which doesn’t fit your family, neither it support the dream of your children nor it shows direction to your own existence. 9-5 a time which has taken lives of thousands and still will take in the future. 9-5, perhaps a blessing for some and curse for some others……
Friday, November 28, 2008
Experiencing TERRORISM through Closed Doors of MIND
Wednesday night was not a usual night for me, it was not a night for me to find comfort on my bed, it was not a night when my eyes slept with solace, rather, it was a night of fear in my mind, and it was a night of insecurity as I was staying alone. Though not in Mumbai, my heartbeat stopped for umpteen number of times seeing the terrorist attack on Taj in Mumbai. Enough has been said, enough has been done and enough has been tolerated in the name of “Jihad”, not anymore.
Seeing those images on television and reading headlines at midnight, what hurt me the most was, the terrorists were “young boys” around 22-25 who were used for this operation. This is the age where the boys have high aspiration and want to do something for themselves and rise high in their life, but it's sad to see guns in their hands and killing people mercilessly. Are we so helpless?? Don't we realize that in the name of religion, a lot has been destroyed including innocent minds which have been brainwashed to carry such activity? All these events in the last 2 days have impacted me a lot and I took some time to read the diaries of these terrorists and understand their psychology. Going through articles on web, I gained a lot of insight on how these innocent individuals are moulded and influenced to carry heinous crimes which they tag under “Martyrism”. One of the Jihadis said in his personal dairy is “The only education they undergo is RELIGION”. For them, guerilla war involved "sacrifice for Allah". I happened to come across a cathartic journey of a jihadi who was caught and kept inside a jail, where he has penned down his memory. As a teenager, he was being exposed to the extremists group and their ideologies. The only thing in his mind was “not to lead a normal life” like his elder brother whom he condemned saying that it was against “Allah”. His diary offers a chilling, fragmented, self-portrait of a young Muslim man not only disaffected with Western society, but with other Muslims unwilling to join in jihad. All in the name of Allah, this was the only way to go heaven. I also came across a letter written by a 21 yr old who was studying in medicine in Sydney and his decision to become a Jihad. He says “Western patients look at me as if I'm a frog. They don't wish to speak English to me. How can I spend five to six years with them? A disillusioned Ul-Haque wanted to take part in a jihad with the militant Islamic terrorist group Lashkar-e-Taiba (LeT), fighting the Indian Army for the freedom of Kashmir. And he would fight to his death to become a martyr. But after finishing the 20-day Ul-Haque decided combat was not for him and he returned to Sydney but was convicted 25 years of jail.
According to Mr. Sageman, Jihad process has four stages. The initial trigger is a sense of moral outrage, usually over some incident of Muslim suffering in Iraq, Palestine, Chechnya or elsewhere. This acquires a broader context, becoming part of what Mr Sageman calls a “morality play” in which Islam and the West are seen to be at war. In stage three, the global and the local are fused, as geopolitical grievance resonates with personal experience of discrimination or joblessness. And finally the individual joins a terrorist cell, which becomes a surrogate family, nurturing the jihadist world-view and preparing the initiate for martyrdom. Many Muslims pass through the first three phases; only a few take the final step.
It’s so true that “Hate is not inherited but taught and believe me these young jihadis are taught to hate and kept away from living a peaceful life. The thing which is taught to these innocent children in schools is “We, the Muslims are good and the rest of the world, the Non-Muslims, is evil. And therefore, Good and Evil will fight and Good will eventually win through human sacrifices.” which was not true, the dream of children were molested every night when they heard shootings, yelling and screaming from the streets and alleys. Atrocities and continuous atrocities on these children have left nothing other than hatred which takes human toll in the form of bombings, killing and a brutal set of events which end the “LIFE” of thousands with a fullstop.
Seeing those images on television and reading headlines at midnight, what hurt me the most was, the terrorists were “young boys” around 22-25 who were used for this operation. This is the age where the boys have high aspiration and want to do something for themselves and rise high in their life, but it's sad to see guns in their hands and killing people mercilessly. Are we so helpless?? Don't we realize that in the name of religion, a lot has been destroyed including innocent minds which have been brainwashed to carry such activity? All these events in the last 2 days have impacted me a lot and I took some time to read the diaries of these terrorists and understand their psychology. Going through articles on web, I gained a lot of insight on how these innocent individuals are moulded and influenced to carry heinous crimes which they tag under “Martyrism”. One of the Jihadis said in his personal dairy is “The only education they undergo is RELIGION”. For them, guerilla war involved "sacrifice for Allah". I happened to come across a cathartic journey of a jihadi who was caught and kept inside a jail, where he has penned down his memory. As a teenager, he was being exposed to the extremists group and their ideologies. The only thing in his mind was “not to lead a normal life” like his elder brother whom he condemned saying that it was against “Allah”. His diary offers a chilling, fragmented, self-portrait of a young Muslim man not only disaffected with Western society, but with other Muslims unwilling to join in jihad. All in the name of Allah, this was the only way to go heaven. I also came across a letter written by a 21 yr old who was studying in medicine in Sydney and his decision to become a Jihad. He says “Western patients look at me as if I'm a frog. They don't wish to speak English to me. How can I spend five to six years with them? A disillusioned Ul-Haque wanted to take part in a jihad with the militant Islamic terrorist group Lashkar-e-Taiba (LeT), fighting the Indian Army for the freedom of Kashmir. And he would fight to his death to become a martyr. But after finishing the 20-day Ul-Haque decided combat was not for him and he returned to Sydney but was convicted 25 years of jail.
According to Mr. Sageman, Jihad process has four stages. The initial trigger is a sense of moral outrage, usually over some incident of Muslim suffering in Iraq, Palestine, Chechnya or elsewhere. This acquires a broader context, becoming part of what Mr Sageman calls a “morality play” in which Islam and the West are seen to be at war. In stage three, the global and the local are fused, as geopolitical grievance resonates with personal experience of discrimination or joblessness. And finally the individual joins a terrorist cell, which becomes a surrogate family, nurturing the jihadist world-view and preparing the initiate for martyrdom. Many Muslims pass through the first three phases; only a few take the final step.
It’s so true that “Hate is not inherited but taught and believe me these young jihadis are taught to hate and kept away from living a peaceful life. The thing which is taught to these innocent children in schools is “We, the Muslims are good and the rest of the world, the Non-Muslims, is evil. And therefore, Good and Evil will fight and Good will eventually win through human sacrifices.” which was not true, the dream of children were molested every night when they heard shootings, yelling and screaming from the streets and alleys. Atrocities and continuous atrocities on these children have left nothing other than hatred which takes human toll in the form of bombings, killing and a brutal set of events which end the “LIFE” of thousands with a fullstop.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
ROCKSTAR LIFE
"I want to live a life for sometime; I want to live everything within no time
Living my dreams keeping aside my worries, I want to live a life worth a lifetime"
A little bit of this and a little bit of that, a little bit of everything is all I want, that’s what makes my life a “Rockstar Life”. Not everyone gets a chance to be a Bill Gates making million dollar fortune or not everyone is born with a million dollar fortune. Not everyone gets to live with their dream on a bigger canvas, not everyone gets the adulation from everyone. I do not know what will happen in the future but definitely know how I can build my present. I do not want to live by fears, do not want to worry for the unknown nor do I linger on what others think about me. I neither want to be a demure face nor do I want a face recognized by all. I do not want my boat to be tied near the sea shore nor do I want my boat facing the wrath of the sea. I do not want to be loved by all nor do I want to hate all.
A life of few days but a life of innumerable moments, moments of anguish and pain, moments of sheer happiness, moments of love and hatred is all I want. A life not so long or too short, life full of music and a bit of emptiness, life filled with ambitions and a bit of restlessness, filled with fun and laughter and a bit of loneliness is a life I crave for. Life surrounded by beauties and sometimes besides unprivileged, sometime playing with the children and serving the old ones sometime. Driving Ferrari for a day and walking on the roads filled with dust is a life that excites me, a night in a cruiser and a day in an island, trekking mountains and discovering places is a life that I want. Shaking legs in a discotheque with girls sometimes and sometimes enjoying the music of nature in a chilling night in a desert is a life that will make me happy. Sometimes chanting prayers in a temple and sometimes experiencing ordeals with my friends is a life to die for.
All I want is a “Rockstar Life”, sometimes full and sometimes empty. I will find a way to my life for I want my life to be lived with all its glory. Why to waste time in cribbing when there are so many things to do.
"I want to live a life any day, coz I will be a happy man some day,
Days passing like wind so soon; I want to live my life today"
Living my dreams keeping aside my worries, I want to live a life worth a lifetime"
A little bit of this and a little bit of that, a little bit of everything is all I want, that’s what makes my life a “Rockstar Life”. Not everyone gets a chance to be a Bill Gates making million dollar fortune or not everyone is born with a million dollar fortune. Not everyone gets to live with their dream on a bigger canvas, not everyone gets the adulation from everyone. I do not know what will happen in the future but definitely know how I can build my present. I do not want to live by fears, do not want to worry for the unknown nor do I linger on what others think about me. I neither want to be a demure face nor do I want a face recognized by all. I do not want my boat to be tied near the sea shore nor do I want my boat facing the wrath of the sea. I do not want to be loved by all nor do I want to hate all.
A life of few days but a life of innumerable moments, moments of anguish and pain, moments of sheer happiness, moments of love and hatred is all I want. A life not so long or too short, life full of music and a bit of emptiness, life filled with ambitions and a bit of restlessness, filled with fun and laughter and a bit of loneliness is a life I crave for. Life surrounded by beauties and sometimes besides unprivileged, sometime playing with the children and serving the old ones sometime. Driving Ferrari for a day and walking on the roads filled with dust is a life that excites me, a night in a cruiser and a day in an island, trekking mountains and discovering places is a life that I want. Shaking legs in a discotheque with girls sometimes and sometimes enjoying the music of nature in a chilling night in a desert is a life that will make me happy. Sometimes chanting prayers in a temple and sometimes experiencing ordeals with my friends is a life to die for.
All I want is a “Rockstar Life”, sometimes full and sometimes empty. I will find a way to my life for I want my life to be lived with all its glory. Why to waste time in cribbing when there are so many things to do.
"I want to live a life any day, coz I will be a happy man some day,
Days passing like wind so soon; I want to live my life today"
Monday, November 17, 2008
“WORD”ROBE Malfunction
This is something which I have been hearing since long, thanks to Shobhaa De, “Politically Correct” has been the most widely used term, in most impolitically places and no matter how conscious we are, sometimes, we are a victim of “Word”robe malfunction, a slip of tongue and we are in the midst of problems. The most prepared and the best speakers can be in the trap of a faux pas, sometimes it’s a choice and sometimes the impromptu situations act as a catalyst.
Well, I am not writing a “Robin Sharma” piece of article giving gyan to people, what I am writing here is definitely a piece of shit, it’s about the incredible and unstoppable people who do not even think once before making a public speech and call themselves the “Best of the lot”. It’s difficult to fathom my thoughts especially in this post as I have decided to talk about people who make all kinds of mistake in a conversation and mend the ocean of errors with one word “SORRY”. And, sorry, I am not one of them. Speakers and writers like me who always don’t like to be controversies favourite child prefer to generalize situations and people and then attack on them, for e.g, expose yourself to everyone and then tell “It’s aesthetic and if you have it, flaunt it”. I must say, good slogan for prostitutes and how can I forget the politicians. They have literally molested the beauty of words with their filthy talks and promises which is a bright example of “Wordrobe Malfunction in anonymity”. I am reminded of a girl, who had possibly a crush on a friend of mine and while in a discussion over a cup of coffee, she says , “Well, I am actually looking for a flat, so do Naman (name changed), possibly we both can share the flat”, ugh….I am not at all writing with a middle class notion in my mind, what I want to say is to be clear and precise, your intensions might be sacred enough, but your words are not. I have seen people going publicly declaring their love and affection for a person, then one fine day, they break up , which is quite common and when asked, they say “ It’s very private and it’s JUST a failed relationship”. Good going, youths should learn from these public figures how to f*** around with n number of people and tag it as “FAILED RELATIONSHIPS”. And, then there are people, worst among the lot who has succeeded in “Wordrobe Malfunction” and let me tell you they are proud of it. And, you can catch them everyday and have a sneak peek at their foolishness, you just need to switch on the TV and most important, you should have curiosity to know what’s happening around you and what appears infront of your eyes is a sheer farce, bold letters flashing on your screen one by one, filled with utter crap, no less interesting than an Ekta Kapoor drama. Well, I am not at all attacking Ekta Kapoor in this post, thankfully, two of the biggest bores on TV History (which was not when it started) have tactfully ended, and I thank her.
Well, I have tried my best not to commit “Wordrobe Malfunction” in my post and thankfully, I have succeeded in it. I am happy and gay about it….
Disclaimer: This is a post which is not to be taken seriously, not to be read seriously, and not to be talked about seriously, it’s only to be “UNDERSTOOD” seriously.
Well, I am not writing a “Robin Sharma” piece of article giving gyan to people, what I am writing here is definitely a piece of shit, it’s about the incredible and unstoppable people who do not even think once before making a public speech and call themselves the “Best of the lot”. It’s difficult to fathom my thoughts especially in this post as I have decided to talk about people who make all kinds of mistake in a conversation and mend the ocean of errors with one word “SORRY”. And, sorry, I am not one of them. Speakers and writers like me who always don’t like to be controversies favourite child prefer to generalize situations and people and then attack on them, for e.g, expose yourself to everyone and then tell “It’s aesthetic and if you have it, flaunt it”. I must say, good slogan for prostitutes and how can I forget the politicians. They have literally molested the beauty of words with their filthy talks and promises which is a bright example of “Wordrobe Malfunction in anonymity”. I am reminded of a girl, who had possibly a crush on a friend of mine and while in a discussion over a cup of coffee, she says , “Well, I am actually looking for a flat, so do Naman (name changed), possibly we both can share the flat”, ugh….I am not at all writing with a middle class notion in my mind, what I want to say is to be clear and precise, your intensions might be sacred enough, but your words are not. I have seen people going publicly declaring their love and affection for a person, then one fine day, they break up , which is quite common and when asked, they say “ It’s very private and it’s JUST a failed relationship”. Good going, youths should learn from these public figures how to f*** around with n number of people and tag it as “FAILED RELATIONSHIPS”. And, then there are people, worst among the lot who has succeeded in “Wordrobe Malfunction” and let me tell you they are proud of it. And, you can catch them everyday and have a sneak peek at their foolishness, you just need to switch on the TV and most important, you should have curiosity to know what’s happening around you and what appears infront of your eyes is a sheer farce, bold letters flashing on your screen one by one, filled with utter crap, no less interesting than an Ekta Kapoor drama. Well, I am not at all attacking Ekta Kapoor in this post, thankfully, two of the biggest bores on TV History (which was not when it started) have tactfully ended, and I thank her.
Well, I have tried my best not to commit “Wordrobe Malfunction” in my post and thankfully, I have succeeded in it. I am happy and gay about it….
Disclaimer: This is a post which is not to be taken seriously, not to be read seriously, and not to be talked about seriously, it’s only to be “UNDERSTOOD” seriously.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Of FACTS and Fiction!!!
I am tired of writing about me, my friends, and my memories etc. Now, I want to get rid off that silly word “Me” or “My” which features in almost 99% of “My” posts. Well, let “Me” tell, even “I” is synonymous to “Me” and “My”. So, “I” would strictly refrain from using these words atleast in this post.
A bit of fact and a bit of fiction is all what this post is dedicated to. A swanky little guy, excited about his first job, meets a woman who fits his definition of “Dream Woman”. Attracted to girls with a perfect match of brain and brawn, this guy took no time to put all efforts to be the most eligible bachelor in office. Trying to portray the best of a human being with no negative qualities, this guy was pretty sure to win this girl one day, but alas, life had other plans for him. One fine day, he came to know that the girl is hooked up to a much older guy and is getting married soon!! Of all the weirdest actions, this guy actually believed in putting a pack of condoms while traveling with her!! Not only that, with all due respect to the girl and her husband, this guy still cannot forget the only woman whom he loved. Whew!! Was it an effort to straight the records?? The character is not straight enough as it seems, there’s a lot more to it which people might tag it as an unusual piece of writing which a certain section of people adheres to.
“Anything for friendship” is what he believes, rather what he shows. And, certainly this particular chap knows all the tricks to hold people’s attention. Sometimes, people use to wonder, how come this chap manages to have so many friends, both guys and girls. People do forget that for this particular chap, everyone is an acquaintance who can be used when time comes. “Shrewdness” is often misunderstood as “Friendly”, and this chap enjoys all the accolades coming his way. Needs and Desires are the basic necessities of life and, not one person can fulfill everything, and this chap follows the rule religiously. Sometimes, those desires are fulfilled with a price, but, when “Enjoyment” is the only god you worship, you certainly cannot afford to be an atheist and restrain yourself from making your God happy with prayers, flowers and gift.
Meet this “Dude”, a term which he has glorified in all respect. May it be in terms of his dressing sense, the way he talks; the charisma of his persona has enthralled everyone. For him the best things in life are not legal. And, being illegal is not a sin for him when very few know about your moves. This “Dude” has had all the experience in his life and has sincerely enjoyed the dark nights, cozy bedrooms, scented bodies and everything which happens behind the corridors of sanctity. The perception of “best things” is definitely different for different people, but for this dude, “best things” are the human beings which possess the qualities to arouse you and take you to a different world.
Three characters, not necessarily a figment of “My” imagination but weaved in such a way that an interesting plot can be made. And, as per “my” promise, “I” have not used any of those words but still managed to hold your interest and ignite your curiosity to know more about these characters. There is certainly a striking resemblance in all these characters; they all know how to turn a fact to fiction just like “Me” who have not used “I”, “My” or “Me” but definitely these words have a favorable effect on those characters!!!
A bit of fact and a bit of fiction is all what this post is dedicated to. A swanky little guy, excited about his first job, meets a woman who fits his definition of “Dream Woman”. Attracted to girls with a perfect match of brain and brawn, this guy took no time to put all efforts to be the most eligible bachelor in office. Trying to portray the best of a human being with no negative qualities, this guy was pretty sure to win this girl one day, but alas, life had other plans for him. One fine day, he came to know that the girl is hooked up to a much older guy and is getting married soon!! Of all the weirdest actions, this guy actually believed in putting a pack of condoms while traveling with her!! Not only that, with all due respect to the girl and her husband, this guy still cannot forget the only woman whom he loved. Whew!! Was it an effort to straight the records?? The character is not straight enough as it seems, there’s a lot more to it which people might tag it as an unusual piece of writing which a certain section of people adheres to.
“Anything for friendship” is what he believes, rather what he shows. And, certainly this particular chap knows all the tricks to hold people’s attention. Sometimes, people use to wonder, how come this chap manages to have so many friends, both guys and girls. People do forget that for this particular chap, everyone is an acquaintance who can be used when time comes. “Shrewdness” is often misunderstood as “Friendly”, and this chap enjoys all the accolades coming his way. Needs and Desires are the basic necessities of life and, not one person can fulfill everything, and this chap follows the rule religiously. Sometimes, those desires are fulfilled with a price, but, when “Enjoyment” is the only god you worship, you certainly cannot afford to be an atheist and restrain yourself from making your God happy with prayers, flowers and gift.
Meet this “Dude”, a term which he has glorified in all respect. May it be in terms of his dressing sense, the way he talks; the charisma of his persona has enthralled everyone. For him the best things in life are not legal. And, being illegal is not a sin for him when very few know about your moves. This “Dude” has had all the experience in his life and has sincerely enjoyed the dark nights, cozy bedrooms, scented bodies and everything which happens behind the corridors of sanctity. The perception of “best things” is definitely different for different people, but for this dude, “best things” are the human beings which possess the qualities to arouse you and take you to a different world.
Three characters, not necessarily a figment of “My” imagination but weaved in such a way that an interesting plot can be made. And, as per “my” promise, “I” have not used any of those words but still managed to hold your interest and ignite your curiosity to know more about these characters. There is certainly a striking resemblance in all these characters; they all know how to turn a fact to fiction just like “Me” who have not used “I”, “My” or “Me” but definitely these words have a favorable effect on those characters!!!
Friday, October 24, 2008
REALITY Bites
I talk about men. Does that mean, women don’t hold my interest? Not really, I have always felt the woman inside me. All the qualities of a woman like compassion, jealousy, the extent to which they love, sacrifice. In fact, I respect a woman more than a man. Since childhood, I have been surrounded by women and have seen a gamut of emotions through my eyes simultaneously.
I didn’t have any friends till my graduation. I have always felt the security among women which included my mother, grandmother, sister and my aunties. Being in a joint family, youngest of them all and dominated by women, I have never really tried to feel like a man. I have experienced the extreme love and wrath of a woman. My mother has been the greatest teacher to me. Apart from my education, job, success, failures there was someone who taught me to be as compassionate as a woman, feel the pain of others the way a woman feels without uttering a word, being the epitome of sacrifice. In the process from childhood to adulthood, I never really felt to be a man and do all the things which are considered manly enough.
Yes, I do talk about men. And, being with a man makes me happy more than being with a woman. But, that doesn’t take away the sheer desperateness to understand a woman. I have been with a lot of woman and there’s always a mystery in their eyes. Behind all those backbiting, there’s always a mind who worries about others, in every bitter words, there is an exchange of feelings which only a woman can emote. I have always loved a man with the likes of a woman and loved a woman with a vengeance the way she loves a man. For me, there is no sharing in a relationship.
Yes, I do talk about men and feel secured when there is someone to support and take care of me as I have undergone the sheer pain and loneliness and craved for a shoulder which is strong enough to support me physically and give me a mental high. No, I am not in the midst of “Identity Crisis”, but it’s a “Reality Bite” of my life. It’s true that when I am alone, I am myself. And, infront, of those gazing eyes, I can be the best of person which resembles to the quality of a mother caring for her children or sometimes worst, which resembles to that of a woman’s jealousy, hatredness or sometimes ambitious enough that I instill the qualities of sheer determination, mental strength and sacrifice in myself. Behind every action of mine as a man, there’s a golden touch of attributes of a woman.
I didn’t have any friends till my graduation. I have always felt the security among women which included my mother, grandmother, sister and my aunties. Being in a joint family, youngest of them all and dominated by women, I have never really tried to feel like a man. I have experienced the extreme love and wrath of a woman. My mother has been the greatest teacher to me. Apart from my education, job, success, failures there was someone who taught me to be as compassionate as a woman, feel the pain of others the way a woman feels without uttering a word, being the epitome of sacrifice. In the process from childhood to adulthood, I never really felt to be a man and do all the things which are considered manly enough.
Yes, I do talk about men. And, being with a man makes me happy more than being with a woman. But, that doesn’t take away the sheer desperateness to understand a woman. I have been with a lot of woman and there’s always a mystery in their eyes. Behind all those backbiting, there’s always a mind who worries about others, in every bitter words, there is an exchange of feelings which only a woman can emote. I have always loved a man with the likes of a woman and loved a woman with a vengeance the way she loves a man. For me, there is no sharing in a relationship.
Yes, I do talk about men and feel secured when there is someone to support and take care of me as I have undergone the sheer pain and loneliness and craved for a shoulder which is strong enough to support me physically and give me a mental high. No, I am not in the midst of “Identity Crisis”, but it’s a “Reality Bite” of my life. It’s true that when I am alone, I am myself. And, infront, of those gazing eyes, I can be the best of person which resembles to the quality of a mother caring for her children or sometimes worst, which resembles to that of a woman’s jealousy, hatredness or sometimes ambitious enough that I instill the qualities of sheer determination, mental strength and sacrifice in myself. Behind every action of mine as a man, there’s a golden touch of attributes of a woman.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Endearing FRIENDS
Returning back from trekking, in the car, a bunch of people lying on each other’s shoulders enjoying each other’s company, sometimes, things appear so perfect, rather things become perfect. Suddenly, seemingly impossible things become possible with a mere inspiration, desireless heart gets filled with aspirations when someone gives you a reason to fight. I never understood the real meaning of friends until me and my friends trekked on a mountain which was moderately dangerous. Fears gripped the minds of me and my friends when we actually realized the height and the hurdles in our journey. But, the very determination of one of my friends pumped the courage in us and we actually succeeded in our journey. While coming back, tired, heart filled with pride having crossed a dangerous ordeal, we all realized that there is something amongst us which binds us together and gives us a reason to live staying away from our family.
There have been times when tensions and circumstances make us frustrated and the only thing we want is get away from each other’s company. Suddenly, everything goes wrong, some tries to instill faith and some loses it. In a tussle of trying to prove each other’s points, fights, ego and frustrations take the centerstage. The people with whom you share your woes and happiness, the same people hurts your sentiments. Sometimes, a little understanding and effort to stabilize the situation seems to be a Herculean task. But then, as they say, you fight with people whom you love the most. Sometimes, those small fights prove to be a base for understanding your friends. Don’t change the person you love, rather accept as they are. And, never call it a “Compromise”, its more meaningful than that, its “Sacrifice” blended with love and care for the person you like. During the most difficult times of your life, like preparing for exams late night when your mother cannot prepare tea for you, your friends accompany you late night. When you need your parents to wish you and they are not there, it’s your friends who wish you luck. When you fell sick, and you needed a caring hand, it’s your friends who were awake and made you comfortable. If you feel lost ever in this crowded world, then it’s your endearing friends who show you the path and hold your hands.
Le chale, le chale, yaadon ke yeh kaafile
Jaayenge hum jahan, yeh zameen asmaan mile…
Narm boondon ke rimjhim, pehli baar ishq ke din
Dopehar garmiyon ki, shame woh sard si
Rut koi koi mausam, koi ghadi,
Saath mein humko hardum tum paoge
There have been times when tensions and circumstances make us frustrated and the only thing we want is get away from each other’s company. Suddenly, everything goes wrong, some tries to instill faith and some loses it. In a tussle of trying to prove each other’s points, fights, ego and frustrations take the centerstage. The people with whom you share your woes and happiness, the same people hurts your sentiments. Sometimes, a little understanding and effort to stabilize the situation seems to be a Herculean task. But then, as they say, you fight with people whom you love the most. Sometimes, those small fights prove to be a base for understanding your friends. Don’t change the person you love, rather accept as they are. And, never call it a “Compromise”, its more meaningful than that, its “Sacrifice” blended with love and care for the person you like. During the most difficult times of your life, like preparing for exams late night when your mother cannot prepare tea for you, your friends accompany you late night. When you need your parents to wish you and they are not there, it’s your friends who wish you luck. When you fell sick, and you needed a caring hand, it’s your friends who were awake and made you comfortable. If you feel lost ever in this crowded world, then it’s your endearing friends who show you the path and hold your hands.
Le chale, le chale, yaadon ke yeh kaafile
Jaayenge hum jahan, yeh zameen asmaan mile…
Narm boondon ke rimjhim, pehli baar ishq ke din
Dopehar garmiyon ki, shame woh sard si
Rut koi koi mausam, koi ghadi,
Saath mein humko hardum tum paoge
Friday, August 1, 2008
An Unconditional LOVE
“Khumaar e gham hai mehekti fiza main jeete hai
Tere khayalon ke aabo hawa main jeete hai…….”
Even before I could confess my love to that person, people have started talking filthy things about me, accusing me of doing something which is not acceptable in the society. Sometimes, a mere joke made by them leaves me wounded. I have never been a victim of the lecherous eyes or seductive smile that attracts a lot of people, but yes, I have always been in love with the simplicity. Simplicity could be defined as having no artificial mask on the face or a fear of being outrageously fake. “Opposite Attracts”, and the phrase hold true for me and the person I love. We are two different individuals with two different ideologies.
The tables have turned, simplicity struggling to shine and have an identity among the mass whereas artificiality wants the picture to be clear with no shades of black or grey, something which reveals the truth and honesty of the artificiality’s intensions which are questioned time and again by the simplicity. Somewhere alone in an unknown city, I am craving for those small fights, happiness and excitement. I might ignore umpteen numbers of times, lying to myself but the truth dictates and makes me numb. And, the truth is “I am in love”. I neither expect love in return, nor any physical nearness. I do not want a castle of dreams; the only thing I expect is a moment of thought about me.
“Thak gaya tujhko main yaad karte karte
Ab tujhe main yaad aana chahata hoon...”
Tere khayalon ke aabo hawa main jeete hai…….”
Even before I could confess my love to that person, people have started talking filthy things about me, accusing me of doing something which is not acceptable in the society. Sometimes, a mere joke made by them leaves me wounded. I have never been a victim of the lecherous eyes or seductive smile that attracts a lot of people, but yes, I have always been in love with the simplicity. Simplicity could be defined as having no artificial mask on the face or a fear of being outrageously fake. “Opposite Attracts”, and the phrase hold true for me and the person I love. We are two different individuals with two different ideologies.
The tables have turned, simplicity struggling to shine and have an identity among the mass whereas artificiality wants the picture to be clear with no shades of black or grey, something which reveals the truth and honesty of the artificiality’s intensions which are questioned time and again by the simplicity. Somewhere alone in an unknown city, I am craving for those small fights, happiness and excitement. I might ignore umpteen numbers of times, lying to myself but the truth dictates and makes me numb. And, the truth is “I am in love”. I neither expect love in return, nor any physical nearness. I do not want a castle of dreams; the only thing I expect is a moment of thought about me.
“Thak gaya tujhko main yaad karte karte
Ab tujhe main yaad aana chahata hoon...”
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
ALVIDA Mumbai, My Friend and I
Show must go on...These 6 months have taught me a lot. The myopic view about Mumbai has changed. The city which never sleeps makes crores of people close their eyes and dream of success, fame and money. This tinsel town has managed to do give and take business and has not spared a single person.And, I was not an exception. Even, I reached Mumbai with a dream, to go back Pune with a job of my interest and spend some time with my friends whom I have loved more than myself. The journey which started as a dream turn out to be a nightmare. Things suddenly worsened out and there were moments of frustration, sadness and accusations. Suddenly, one fine Monday, 12th May, Me and my friend were asked to leave the job on the same day.The people who used to enjoy work had to sit at home idle and jobless. Neither the city nor the destiny spared both of us. The people whom I thought would help me at this crucial time cheated and turned their back. Every morning we both used to wake up with a fear whether we would get calls from any company, how to spend the whole day sitting at home.For 20 days, we were without a call and even if we got calls, things didn't get materialized due to some or the other reason.A city where everyone have their own success and failures, even we both had share of our own. But, as they say,things do change!!! My friend and my destiny is linked. We both got job on the same day and even our joining date was the same.He had to leave for Bangalore and I had to stay in Mumbai.For a moment,I wondered, how come I can stay in Mumbai when he is leaving for Bangalore. Did our destiny forget to play some trick??? Not really, I got a call from one of the big companies in Pune and the things were finalized in just one day.So, finally, Me and my friend left Mumbai.
A city where we have shared so much. There have been times when we were awake whole night and have chatted on career, friends and Mumbai off course.Things have changed and it changed for the better.Its ALVIDA Mumbai for now!!!!!
A city where we have shared so much. There have been times when we were awake whole night and have chatted on career, friends and Mumbai off course.Things have changed and it changed for the better.Its ALVIDA Mumbai for now!!!!!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
MUMBAI Mirage
In a candid conversation with my friend, I discovered that Mumbai is not a city to stay. Four months back, when I heard the news of my relocation to Mumbai, there was a mixed reaction in me. I was happy going to my friends and sad that I will be another useless addition to the innumerable count of people in Mumbai. Though the city life of this tinsel town fascinated me, but the change of reaction was quite surprising to me. In these four months, life took a drastic U- turn and I confronted with a lot of things which made me realize that Mumbai is not that bad if you are ready to embrace both sides of the human emotion with equal fervor.
Landing in Mumbai made me feel that life is nothing more than a marathon. You just need to run endlessly with a mask on your face so that your friends or people don’t recognize you when you knowingly take a wrong turn. “When money talks, bullshit walks!!” is a favourite quote of my dearest friend and I follow it religiously. It’s not bad to taste the bullshit for a change when the city admires you for doing so. So, I had my own share of bullshit. Though I have been warned a lot of times by my friends, still the ordeal always fascinated me. To have the best, be in the best and to have the worst, still be in the best. Because, the BEST are neither questioned nor caught.
The things which seemed sweet suddenly became sour. Relationship started getting burdened. The city doesn’t spare anyone nor did it spare me. The pain and anxiety which I experienced in Pune because of staying away from my friends doesn’t exist anymore. I am perfectly ready to leave behind the relationships which I termed once as “Friendship for Lifetime”. Mumbai has certainly been instrumental in changing some of the feelings which I had for the people whom I always cared. err.. Caring have become suffocation, endless talks have become arguments and admirations have become accusations. No doubt, after a certain point of time, you eyes even denies sparing tears and what ultimately remains is loneliness. And, if you ask me how it feels being a loner, then my answer is “I am very happy and truly enjoying Mumbai!!!!”……
Landing in Mumbai made me feel that life is nothing more than a marathon. You just need to run endlessly with a mask on your face so that your friends or people don’t recognize you when you knowingly take a wrong turn. “When money talks, bullshit walks!!” is a favourite quote of my dearest friend and I follow it religiously. It’s not bad to taste the bullshit for a change when the city admires you for doing so. So, I had my own share of bullshit. Though I have been warned a lot of times by my friends, still the ordeal always fascinated me. To have the best, be in the best and to have the worst, still be in the best. Because, the BEST are neither questioned nor caught.
The things which seemed sweet suddenly became sour. Relationship started getting burdened. The city doesn’t spare anyone nor did it spare me. The pain and anxiety which I experienced in Pune because of staying away from my friends doesn’t exist anymore. I am perfectly ready to leave behind the relationships which I termed once as “Friendship for Lifetime”. Mumbai has certainly been instrumental in changing some of the feelings which I had for the people whom I always cared. err.. Caring have become suffocation, endless talks have become arguments and admirations have become accusations. No doubt, after a certain point of time, you eyes even denies sparing tears and what ultimately remains is loneliness. And, if you ask me how it feels being a loner, then my answer is “I am very happy and truly enjoying Mumbai!!!!”……
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
First ENCOUNTER with LIFE
Though I had seen 22 summers but the summer which I spent in my college showed me something which was truly remarkable. The rendezvous was truly enlightening. Rendezvous was not with my roomies or with my mentors, but it was with a very experienced figure, a figment of my imagination but still very influencing called LIFE. Well, I could easily give a human form to life as I spent the most of my time with it. And, that happened only because of certain circumstances which made me realize one very important thing that it’s not easy to take all your loved ones along with you. The journey I took did not have the same destination for others. I did make an attempt of changing the identity of people whom I call friends to someone “Unknown” in my mind and believe me the output was mesmerizing. I was unbiased and the decisions taken impacted a lot on me. It taught me the whole cycle of human relationship. It helped me come out of the cocoon where I used to be in a state of grief and despair. The meeting did not happen in the cozy room of my hostel but in unusual places, sometimes besides the roads in lonely nights, terrace of my college and staircases of the temples. Being alone I could easily question myself and make life as a catalyst for my answers. The biggest mistake I committed was naming relationship as obsession, a lifetime commitment which needs to be fulfilled only with honesty and dedication among two people. How wrong was I!!!! Life made me understood that relationship is a like a river which is never stable, life has put pebbles to control the flow of relationship. A steady relationship is nothing more than a theoretical term. The one whom I made a catalyst brought the maximum effects in a relationship. Emotional breakdown, possessiveness, longing for a person, temporary depart affects a relationship a lot. The more we are attached, the more we suffer. It’s true that if you want a person besides you, leave him/her free. If he comes back to you, he is yours and if he does not, he was never yours. May be life has designed everyone’s survival in a matter not to affect each other’s lives. Being so close to my mother, still I have been living away from her from the last 3.5 years which was perhaps impossible when I used to stay with her. Priorities define a relationship. The day priorities changes, relationship changes too. We all are here to work for a purpose. And, even I went to Pune with a purpose too…..But, did I succeed??? May be its too early to say.
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