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.
Monday, November 17, 2008
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!!!!”……
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