Friday, October 2, 2009
Gandhian Principles..Are they relevant today??
First things first..I will straight away clarify that I am not a moron. Am not writing something on Gandhi just because its a 2nd Oct. Cmon I also remember him on 15th August and on 26th January. And even if I don't the news channels are always there to brush up my memory or better one of the movie channels showing Sir Ben Kingsley as Gandhi.
But then why am I writing on Gandhian principles? I guess much has already been written on it for ages isntit? I guess there was nothing else coming in my mind and had this bad urge of writing something and the first thing which struck me was 2nd Oct.
So here I am writing on Gandhiji. Actually not on Gandhiji but his principles. Let me be very clear when I say that I don't follow all Gandhian principles. I will set things in the correct perspective by mentioning that I am no world thinker.I am not planning to go to Pak Afghan border and start a "Taliban-hamara peecha chhodo aandolan". Closer home I am in no mood to visit the Naxal affected areas and start a non violent movement asking every naxalite to drop weapons. And I guess so are the other 110 crore of my fellow countrymen. Well obviously there are the hartals nowadays but then those are basically raasta roko andolans to start with, which lead to few vehicles being gutted down, few glasses shattered and the finale being a lathi charge by the police. Not even a speck of non violence there.
Well I on my part believe that individuals take care of the society.So if we take care of ourselves things will set up automatically.
Ah, let me talk about Bapu first. He was born rich, educated abroad, was a qualified lawyer and had a dutiful wife. But he admonished all that and instead practised simple living-high thinking, non violence, celibacy, vegetarianism, abolishing all phoren stuff.BOY..thats tall order I must say..!!
Times have changed since then. Bapu did not have a web identity nor did he possess the latest nokia handset.Speaking of the relevance of his principles today is like comparing chalk and cheese.
Today the world has shrunk and has become more materialistic.It has metamorphosed into a small village,globalization is on. We are living in a 24x7 world agile,awake and aware. In such circumstances it will be detrimental for our own well being if we deprive ourselves of choices.
I have serious doubts about whether Gandhi's idea of non violence would hold water today. I have an explanation. We all know that gandhi preached non violence as he realized that it would be impossible to fight an organized battle with the limited resources at disposal. What makes a man follow a doctrine is dependent on his immediate social and economic conditions. Would Gandhi have preached the same if he had the backing of the worlds largest trained army at that time? Or the wherewithal to get access to the latest military warfare? I doubt.
And history would be a bad reference here as we have innumerable instances of violence/non violence attaining/not attaining the desired results.
All in all I believe gandhian principles are relevant in parts and would do so till time ,morality and truth remain relevant to us.
And all you hardcore gandhi fans,hope my post will not recieve violent criticism from you guys.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Behind Every Smile....
Maybe I did just that with this post..Maybe I wanted to post anything anyhow..
Or maybe No..Maybe as Theodore Bagwell mentioned in Prison Break 'We are all prisoners. Held in the captivity of negativity'. I dont know. Rather I dont care. This write up isnt a story or a poem..I dont know what it is but it surely is inspired from few of the blogs I read recently
I laugh for I can feel the pain
Slowly the images are getting all smeared
Slowly every laughter is fading into oblivion
Is any colour left? Or just black and white everywhere
Oh..yes there is no black and white,only shades of grey.
Every light flickering at its best
only to be blown off by a sudden gush of air
And then there's darkness all around me.
Why don't I write anymore
Not because I cannot
But because I do not want to..
Because feelings refuse to be penned down anymore.
I am not the one I used to be
But so are you and you and you and all of you.
Aren't you all wearing those masks
hiding your true faces?
Are you not going out in the rain
Not to enjoy the scent of wet earth
But to spread your arms wide
and cry your hearts out
So that those tears mingle with the rain and fade away
And you can reassure yourself
that you are the happiest.
I am not happy but am not sad either
or maybe I just don't want to acknowledge
Maybe I have stopped listening to myself
For it has been ages since I have suppressed my baritone
For I wanted others to speak.
I dont want to introspect
Do not want to greet the pain
And so I laugh and when the tears come
People realize they are because I laughed
And yet again I am successful in dodging glances
But its not only me
Everyones playing their part to perfection
Everyones HAPPILY SAD..
Behind every smile
There is a trickle of pain or plain anger maybe
But everyones so good
For every smile seems genuine
and every applause every word of appreciation
seems coming straight from the heart.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Single vs doubles..!!
All this has really disturbed my friend who claims he would never fall in love again. Although deep down I was on top of the world that our 'single ready to mingle' gang had a new member who would pay for the movie tickets this weekend( yeah I can be really mean sometimes you see),I had to act as if I really felt bad.But all this has actually stirred my neurons out of deep slumber and have made me think..Is Single life a Bane or a Boon..??
5 reasons why I think single life is a boon..!!
1.The money in your wallet now belongs to you.Of course the once in a while parties given to your friends notwithstanding,you now have the freedom of getting the latest Ray-Ban shades or the Tag-Heur watch because you don't have to spend money on your beloved.
2.You don't always have to think about what gifts to be given to your love.Plus even after getting a gift you don't have to think twice whether she will like it or not.'SHE' doesn't exist anymore you see..:)
3.Your mobile phone can now heave a sign of relief.The torture that you have been doing on its keypads sending unnecesary text messages are now a thing of the past.The time saved by not looking at your cell phone expecting a goodnite call can now be utilized for other important things..say reading a book(was it too far fetched?)
4.You can now safely wear the white shirt instead of the blue, eat whatever you want to gain how many pounds you want to..how you look doesn't matter now does it..??
5.Remembering dates is a thing of the past.You dont have to forget dates and then make excuses that despite all efforts you couldn't call to wish(on a birthday,on a first walk in a park anniversary,etc..etc) because the income tax department had seized your cell-phone...!!
5 reasons why I think single life is a bane..!!
1.Cmon..you selfish moron..you dont always have to give gifts..You do get them sometimes and who doesn't like gifts.Being single devoids you of the pleasure of getting surprise gifts.2.One very big advantage of not being single is that you suddenly know about every tarrif plan launched by every mobile service and you sure are a better help for your friends than the customer service guy who most of the time seems helpless..
3.At the end of the day,I guess there are few things which if shared with someone special do help you a lot. I mean all single guys would vehementely deny that if you want to share stuffs you have your friends and I 99.99% agree but then someone special is afterall someone special(have I made my point clear..??) No I guess..!!
4.I do not know how many of my friends would actually agree but one thing which I have noticed is once you are commited,your friends stop linking you with every second girl you go and talk to.I have seen this abnormal behaviour where suddenly people start giving you curious glances and later on literally torture you to know the truth.I mean this surely isn't the norm and am sure this is one of the idiotic advantages of being commited but then I have seen such a behaviour.
5.This will be the BAAP of all reasons..my committed friends believe that what sets apart the committed life is the FEELING OF BEING IN LOVE..What this so called feeling is a question better answered by them but they feel that the feeling is divine..
Ah..frankly speaking this is such a topic which is certainly debatable.I mean all my single friends(single+dumped) believe that Lifes rocking when you are single while those in love feel that'Angoor mile nahin so khatte ho gayein'.This discussion can never come to an ending.I mean you ceratinly can't think about taking sides here.
I guess these lines by Alfred Tennyson sum up my views..
I HOLD IT TRUE,WHAT'ER BEFALL
I FEEL IT,WHEN I SORROW MOST;
TIS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST
THEN NEVER TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL..!!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
WHAT NEXT..??
Yeah so finally our final sem results were out and the examiners in VTU (Visweswaraya Technological University) had pity on me and gave me passing marks. I can now safely claim that now I am an engineer.HELL YEAH..!!
The night the results were out I was partying late with my friends,when one of my college mates, the so called bookworm of our Gang..the padhaku..called me up and very seriously asked me ' Dude! What plans?'
I was quick enough to respond that after the party which will run quite late into the night, I might go for a movie at my friends place.
But my Dost had other questions ready to be fired at me..' Future...Future yaar..What plans after Engg..??
Now I don't know how many of you guys have faced examinations where not a question looks familiar.I have been through such a paper and believe me it feels awful..(at least till you are inside the exam hall).You don't seem to know a single answer,you keep looking left,right,up,down at regular intervals..you seem to notice things which were unnoticed till then,even a small fly's path is keenly observed by you. Finally frustrated you bend your head slightly so that the guy sitting in front of you can help you..but all you manage is just one line.
By now you know your despicable condition and you start scratching your head..You scratch so badly that the dandruff in your hair which uptill now had developed a symbiotic relationship with its surroundings starts making a clumsy little mess on your answer sheet.
Finally losing all hopes you write something, repeat that thing twice and sincerely hope that the examiner is drunk while he goes through your answer sheet. Those few moments are awful. You feel a deep vaccum being created inside you..
Ah..coming back..so I felt the same vaccum when my friend asked me about my future. But then I wasn't going to part ways with the way I felt that day and so I coolly remarked that I am bad at making plans and will see what life has in store for me.
I thought that was it. But then deep down I knew my happiness was shortlived.
The next day itself I was sitting in front of my father and holding the cell-phone. Yes..the not so awaited moment had arrived.My father sitting in front of me and my elder brother sitting 700 miles away from me..asked me the same question simultaneously.'What next'?
What followed was an eerie silence and some stern looks from my father and some serious cough from my brother.Now hey I can't give the same answer here that I don't make plans and that will see what life has in store in front of my parents.Can I? So I cleared my voice and meekly replied that I will do a job now( Although i am sure that the time interval any company will keep me for will entirely depend upon their patience level)..and will think about future studies later.That was a sweet way of saying that I am studying since the time I literally learnt writing and reading and so I want a break now.
On a more serious note,I don't know how many of my friends are going through this "what to do next" phase..I am sure most of them have made up their minds by now but for those who still are in a dilemma,my advice as a friend is take a chill pill. You have company!!(I am sure that did not calm you guys did it..??) Please do not increase your B.P levels.
I am not asking you all to just sit down doing nothing and write blogs and give unnecessary advice(oh..is that me)..But remember that this is just the beginning..there will be many more such moments in our lives. Some will take these as challenges but others will take these as oppurtunities. It is as we look at those moments that they really turn out into.!!
See..I just love giving advices and not at all following them.
Do you think I should write one of those so called self help books..!!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Missing You...
Here's that page...
And yet again for the sixth consecutive day it kept raining here. Those big drops of water hitting the window pane made a strange cacophony and reminded me of YOU..!!
It's not that I don't think of you otherwise but then rains have had a different place in our relationship isn't it??
It was on that eventful rainy monday that we met. I was coming back after buying veggies when I saw you. Standing in the middle of the road, all wet, eyes frantically searching for something. It was love at first sight for me. I just couldn't take my eyes off you. It was as if you badly needed help and I was the one for you.
That Monday changed me completely. It taught me a different perspective of life. It led to a relationship which was certainly more than love. The feeling was magical and the time spent after that was like reading an amazing novel. It took me to a different world altogether.
The innumerable moments spent together are forever etched in my memory and they shall be so till I die. Those amazing walks in the park, those movies which we saw together,the meals that we shared, the long conversations which we had(you have been the most patient listener and I respect you a lot for that).
And then it was that Monday when fate played the worst game with me. It took you away from me. That car accident didn't just kill you, it killed me too. I am no longer the same happy go lucky guy that I used to be. But then I know that you are there,smiling somewhere looking at me and you want me to be happy.
Now as I am drinking a cup of coffee, I miss you so badly.The coffee never tastes the way it used to when you sat on my lap wagging your tail and licking me and the cup.
I will miss you Sheru..You were never a Pomeranian for me. You were much more..
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Engineer..Who Me??
Just the other day one of my relatives congratulated me-"So boy turns to a man. You have become an engineer." For a split second I felt as if I had turned into a superhuman having magical powers".BOY TURNS TO A MAN...save me someone..as if boys never turn into men..and as if engineering was like going to the outer space and coming back.Plus till the results come out I dnt know whether I am an engineer or not..(yes..that gives ample proof of how I wrote my papers)I was in awe of people who actually went to colleges and completed their engg for i felt engg was too tough..now i wont completely deny that there were moments in which I felt like running away from my college because I could never diffrentiate between a pnp or a npn transistor or could never really think of a valid reason as to why did Fourier uncle had to lay his eyes on every field starting from Signals to Mathematics to Field theory..I can assure all those aspiring engineers..that 4 years of engg life is easier than the two years of senior secondary schooling..I mean i dont know about the IIT's but in our college I never felt that kind of pressure which I personally felt in XI and XII.The only pressure felt was a day before the semester examinations and that too because all the other days were spent doing everything else except having a feel of the books.
I keep asking myself if I am an engineer or not. I mean of course ,for the last four years I did stay at a place where Idly,Sambhar and Vada were the best one could have for breakfast,where I saw different coloured rices being cooked(green,blue,yellow,red..name it and they have it),where the only items visible in my room were my laptop,a pack of cards,my roomies PC which never worked and a bunch of old read newspapers,where birthdays meant birthday bumps and cakes which were not be consumed,where it was fun to get up early in the morning and steal your neighbours newspaper and then show innocence on being asked and of course where if one had nothing else to do he did sometimes attend lectures,where all that was required for hostel guys to display their beastly sides was a powercut..once the lights were off one could here the choicest slangs for the most irritating professors,where it was a crime to go to bed before 2 am,where love was lost and then found and then lost(its a vicious circle),where their were debates as to who's the best..federer or nadal,where cricket matches meant atleast 50 guys shouting at the top of their voices giving you a cricket stadium like feel.
I remember one of my school friends mentioning that he saw almost all the movies while he was doing his MBA. It wasn't much different for us. The most difficult time we had was the time when no new movies were being released. At that time had to download subtitles for telegu and tamil movies.Playing Cards,going to trips,watching teleserials,playing counter-strike,NFS...See I did become an engineer after all..
Now I am not going to point fingers at India's education system..Cmon I had fun man..These will be the days which will be forever etched in my memory.
Will miss my friends for they taught me friendship and will miss my foes for they taught me life.CHEERS..!!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Elecson hain Bhai..!!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
QUESTIONS UNANSWERED
Holi - The festival of colors.The day when problems take a backseat,when life is for the taking and of course the day of Gulab Jamuns.But is every Indian celebrating today?No,I am not talking about the family of the martyrs of the Mumbai attack.Certainly they aren't celebrating.But they have their heads held up high.Here I am talking about certain sections of our society which just refuses to get going,which blankly rejects any flickr of hope.
My post is a story about a girl called Tuli.She isn't illeterate but has studied till class 4 and has been out of touch of books for a long time.This is her story and if you find that her English is not upto the mark please excuse her(or if you want to blame,blame her not me) .Its a small but not sweet story.
My name is Tuli.My father name is Haria.My mother name is Pushpa.I live in a village called Goria in Uttar Pradesh.I study in Bal Vidya Mandir till class 4.But after that mother tell me to start doing household work.My father is a farmer and mother is a maid.She go to work in the nearby city.I also sometimes go with her in the city.It has big buildings and big cars.Also it has many shops.In our village there is only one shop.But even then I was very happy with my life.
But all this was long time back.
Six years back,Laltu Seth tell father that he marry me.Father works for Laltu seth.Laltu Seth is very bad man.He is as old as my Dadaji.He having two wives.One died and other run away.So I cried and cried.I not want to leave my mother.But father beat me.He tell that Laltu seth was paying him money for this marriage.So after a week I was Laltu seth's wife.He was very bad.
He came home drunk and beat me.He wanted me to clean his entire house.It was very big house.
Once I ran away from that place and came back home.But father beat me.He tell it is shameful.
I do not understand that.Why is it shameful?
So next day I was back in Laltu Seth's house.I pray to God to help me.
One fine morning God help me.Laltu seth died.I was so happy that I will go back to stay with my mother.But then all Old people and young people of the village come and they cry.But I ask Why?Laltu was a bad man.Hearing this people beat me.The old ladies gave me a white saree to wear and asked me to stay in a seperate hut outside the village.But why me?What have I done?What is my fault?But people say I am cursed.They say Laltu died because of me.I cry and ask for mercy.But they say that I am a widow and should stay as one.
Now I live in a hut just outside the village.Once in a month someone from the village comes and keeps food and other items outside the door and goes.I can see the village from my house.But no one comes to meet me.It has been 5 years.I tried meeting my mother but could not.I know she must be crying there for me.Last Diwali when I tried to go to village to burn candle,people curse me,they say bad words to me and beat me.After that I never go back there.
Today is Holi.I saw Bhola,my friend playing Holi but I cannot.
God did not help me.After all this I want to ask God, Why me??What have I done?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Troubled Love..!!
I just felt the urge of writing something...anything.I thought about giving some moral values to members of Ram Sene or VHP or other so called custodians of Hindu culture.I thought about asking the Islamic Board members that 'Does Islam actually prohibits girls from taking higher education alongside boys even when they are with the purdah?' But I did not feel like talking about these issues.No,am not an ignorant citizen nor am I turning my back on these issues.It's just that I didn't feel like writing on these issues.But then my hands were itchy..and this is what I wrote...
Aniket had the looks. And he had much more.He was the unique combination of the brain with the brawn.He knew that almost all the females in the college found him cute.Especially after being the chairman of the organizing commitee of the Tech-Fest,people knew of him as being a complete allrounder.
But despite such adulation,he knew Anisha was the one for him.She did not have the looks to die for but was very practical,independent and headstrong.Plus she was not the interfering types.In short,all the qualities that Aniket wanted.
They were a fantaboulous pair.She the bubbly types,he the quite one.She loved dancing and he had a penchant for writing.All in all,they were apt examples displaying that opposites do attract.
"The results are out! And as usual no Internet in the hostel.We have to rush to the Nirmal Browsing Centre.Am leaving.You meet me there."Aniket did not need an alarm clock to get up as Nishant's words fell in his ears.There was this sudden calm on his face.He did not rush through his chores taking rather longer than usual.Then just as he was about to leave for NBC( college lingo for Nirmal Browsing Centre),he received a call from Nishant,"Dude....you saw my face first thing in the morning today.See,I knew I was lucky for you.You are a 9 pointer.Congrats..!!"
"Thanks Nishant!Anyways I will be there in 10 minutes",saying this Aniket disconnected the line.
'Saw his face .Bloody looser,as if I wasn't a 9 pointer before I met him.Human psyche I guess.They just want to be a part of a success story by any means.
' Anisha's call came next,"Hey Sweetu! Ritika saw your grades and informed me. Waise even am an 8 pointer now .
"Wow!Great News.That calls for a celebration. Just the two of us.What say?"
"Sure..Blue Toad 8 pm".Anisha had loved Blue Toad the last time she was there with her friends.
"Blue Toad!!Anisha you know I don't like discos.Plus what is the point if I don't dance or drink?"
"But why Anik..why?See we will have a good time.Please Baby.Don't say no.Just this once"
"Ok.Sweetu..just this time only for you.See you at 8.Hey one more thing.Can you please wear that Pink Saree you wore on the day of the fest.I feel its tailor made for you.You look out of the world in that."Aniket surely knew how to flirt.
"A saree in a disco?Are you crazy?The guards won't let me in." "Oh Cmon.See that's another reason why I hate discos.Okies.Some other time I guess.Bye.Be on time."
"Okies.Bye..!!"
Aniket knew he had everything he wanted.Suddenly he turned back.The urge to see the results had died.He rushed back to his room and secured the locks.He had to inform his father that the time had come.He dialled the number.
"Assalam Aalaikum Abba.Do not panic.Am on a secured line."
"Wa Alaikum Assalam.Sab Khariyat Bacche"?
"Yes Abba.Just wanted to tell you that the time has come.The results are out and I have secured good grades.Now no one will have even a speck of a doubt in their minds."
"Very Good!That means everything is falling into the right places.I knew it.I knew Allah would bestow his choicest blessings on you."
"Yes Abba!Everything is ready.The Blueprints are with me.I have an idea about every nook and corner of this city now."
"Theek hain baccha.Then as per schedule I send Saleem and Rahat on tuesday.Ensure that the rented apartment is secured"
"Ok Abba.I feel so good.After 3 years of facing humiliation,After 3 years of being Aniket,I finally get to become Aslam.I finally get to do something for my brethern"
"Yes my son!The loud noise of your deeds would shake not only this country but the world and then they would realize our capabilities.I am so proud of you.Very soon you will be among the angels and Allah would be proud of you.Any last wishes Bachha?Am asking you now so that later if I ask you it should not divert your mind."
"No Abba.Just ensure that our contribution doesn't go in vain."
"Of Course.Best of Luck.I will be in touch.Khuda Hafiz".
"Khuda Hafiz"
Aslam kept the phone back in the trunk and locked it.'Bloody fools',he thought,'they never ever enquired about the trunk and its belongings.Good for me.'
Blue Toad had everything in it.It surely deserved the tag of being the most happening places in the city.Great music,good food and loads of alchohol.
Aslam felt a little out of place at such joints.There was no sign of Anisha yet.He silently mumbled prayers,"Ya Allah!Reham.How many more sins would I do to achieve this noble cause?Music,Alchohol,even my presence among these is a sin.An unpardonable mistake.Forgive me Allah.Forgive me."
And then she was there.And yes.She was draping the pink saree.'Emotional fool',thought Aslam. "Hey Sorry.See am just 45 mins late.Much better than the last time when you had to wait for a couple of hours"
"No probs!"Her perfume made the surroundings redolent."But you said you wont wear the saree?"
"Yeah but then I thought not to dissapoint you.Plus its out of place so everyone would notice me, for the wrong reason of course.But who cares?"
"Mindblowing is all I can manage right now."
Aslam took out a box of chocalates."See,I brought you a gift"
"Chocalates.Wow.I love you."
"Hey Sweetu.Even I have something for you."She frantically started searching her bag.She carried a big bag.A mighty big one for such a small petite girl.
Searching frantically she finaly exclaimed"Ah.Got it.!"
Saying so she took out a Walter P99 semiautomatic revolver and.........2 bullets at point blank range.One through the inferior venacova of heart and the other through the hippocampus of the brain.She knew he was dead.Her training said so.Still she checked his pulses for one last time to ensure that they weren't responding. Meanwhile her two accompolices ensured that the disco was cleared in seconds without any troubleShe then dialled a number"Special RAW agent Sakshi Bakshi reporting.Batch number-9192.Mission accompolished.Aslam's dead.Requesting units at Blue toad right now."
"Well done!Units will be there in 15 minutes"
Sakshi sat on the table and opened the box of chocalates.She loved them.'Finally I can ask for a holiday',she thought.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Letters..!!!
Republic Day is certainly a day which every Indian feels proud of.I am no different.This is my salute to every soldier out their in the borders.For they aren't just pointing fingers at others.They are doing something for the country.
Leh,29th September,2008
Dear Maa,
You must be wondering that when I can easily call you,why did i write this letter?It so happened that today my roommate received a letter from her parents and she was on top of the world.She claims that a letter contains special emotions which somehow can't be conveyed through a call. She said that the fragnance of the ink reminded her of her childhood.So I decided to write this letter to you.Through this letter I want to feel those very feelings.
I must tell you it's very cold here.Temperatures in Leh seldom touch the positives in this time of the year.Don't worry am well protected with the sweater you made for me.
Also I have to give you a good news.Although it's not confirmed yet,but my friends have started congratulating me that my promotion order is on its way.Can you believe it?Flight Lieutanant Neharika Kapoor would now be known as Squadron Leader Neharika Kapoor..!!Awesome isn't it??This news took me back a few years to the day when I walked out of AFA(Air Force Academy) Dundigal and joined the Western Command as a Flying Officer.I remember the look in Papa's eyes and those 5 words,"We are proud of you..!!"
I have never told you how it feels when I fly one of those Mig-27's.Its just impossible to put that feeling into words.Remember how I had once broken my arm because I wanted to be a bird and despite your warnings I tried to fly and jumped off the balcony.The first day I flew a Mig all by myself I knew that my dream had come true.It was fantaboulous.
Have to sleep Maa.Routine,you know.But I love this routine.Please take care of your health.And make sure Papa doesn't forget to take his BP tablets.I would call Nikita to wish her all the best for her semester exminations.
Take Care,
I love you
Neharika.
Dear Neharika,
There are moments in life when you look upwards and wonder that what Good have we done so as to be gifted such wonderfully by God..You are one such Gift in our life.Yesterday on Republic Day,we were proud parents as we went on the stage to collect the Param Vir Chakra.Although,I tried very hard but when they announced Param Vir Chakra for Squadron leader Neharika Kapoor posthumously I just couldn't control my tears.I know sitting among the angels in heaven you will never like to see tears in my eyes but then those were my prized possessions for they reminded me of a daughter who laid down her life for Our Country.
Beta,in your age when girls still aren't decided about their future,you have shown all what dedication,determination and discipline can produce.Just because of you,we have our heads held high.
I know you will never come back.It is a fact which took me a long time to realize.But today i Pray to God that for your next rebirth and for all other rebirths you be born as my daughter.
May your soul rest in peace and may you smile among the angels...!!
Love you,
Maa..!!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
The Last Few Seconds of Life..!!
Tuesday,6:20 pm..
Why does it have such a loud blaring noise.I understand that the traffic needs to know that there's an ambulance but can't they use something better?Something soothing to your ears.I mean as it is this pain is killing me.What else do they want?This is mental torture.I guess they can play a Bollywood number to attract the attention of other drivers.Better they must get to know the favourite track of the patient and play it.It's done in many hospitals.Why not in the ambulance too?The music's good and what else the one who's probably going to die gets to listen to his favourite track one last time.
Naah....doesn't make sense does it?I mean which family would be in the mood of listening to a bollywood number when their Ghar ka Chiraag's condition isn't very good?I mean few tensed relatives who are stealing glances at their watches thinking that the Hospital's in India are so far off..few chanting mantras,praying to God and the rest desperately trying not to cry and giving words of comfort to the patient that everything will be allright..as if God had given them a trunk call clearly mentioning that things are under control when as a matter of fact they aren't..Will these relatives feel like listening to a song?No..of course not.But that surely doesn't mean that this loud alarm is music to their ears.It isn't.
Hey by the way am Nihaal,27 years of age and I have met with a life threatning accident at the Mumbai-Pune highway.The journey hadn't been a bit adventourous but then I had not expected something so out of the box.Because within seconds things went out of control.Maybe I should not have crossed the 100kmph mark.Out of nowhere a truck came in front of my car and my senses bid goodbye to me.I failed to apply the brakes,rammed into the truck which as a matter of fact was carrying steel rods meant for construction.Those rods i guess were not meant for buildings.They were meant for me and my car.The windshield was shattered in moments and seconds later I could feel that one of those rods had crashed into me.I had read somewhere that if things suddenly do not go according to the way they should, human mind stops reacting for it cannot comprehend the sudden changes.And yes,I could not comprehend what actually happened.
So am now in a horizontal positon in a moving van supposedly called an ambulance and am being taken to a hospitalAlthough am semi-concious(yeah am not unconcious)..I cannot see.I do not have that much of blood left in me to open my eyes.But I can sense that my family and few relatives are there in the van.Its a big van with all the modern amenities meant for emergency cases like me.
Ever been inside an ambulance?Its hell.I mean hell can't be worse than this.I know some of us try to picture what hell would be like.For me its inside an ambulance.Whether you are the centre of attraction or not,it surely is hell.Worried expressions,tensed moments..all in all the atmosphere surely isn't rocking.
Uff...the pain is untolerable.Plus these needles meant for blood and saline and stuff..Irritating.Its as if just for these few moments God has decided that the laws of nature would change.That time would Indeed STOP.Added to the fact that your loved ones are having a tough time.
Its said that just before you die life flashes before your eyes.I now can clearly see my first day in school,my first fight,my first kiss,and the truck..oh wait...wait..hell..why am I thinking these things?Am I going to die??NO....NO....NO NO..hell crap NO..How can I die?I am just 27.Please God.I have so much more to do,so many places to visit plus am still a virgin at 27.God NO...please dont let me die?Hell why am I falling short of a breath?God..help me BREATHE...help me BREATHE..please.!!Why do I feel like a guy who's been running a long marathon but just as the finishing line is in sight,he collapses and falls down.NO...GOD..NO!!
Meanwhile the pictures keep coming.The memorable Goa trip with friends,the long walks at marine drive with Sohail and the long stories about his crushes,Neha Didi's wedding and that cute girl at the wedding,amazing coffee at CCD..These pictures just wont go.
And then suddenly maybe out of desperation or frustration a prayer comes out..
God!If I am able to walk again after today,I would start giving importance to this amazing gift given by you called Life.I would spend more time with my family.I would not ring our neighbours doorbell and then run away just to irritate them,and I would not fight with the doodhwala stating that he has now become a Paaniwala.
Strange..Humans have this amazing ability to start giving importance to things or individuals,only when they are gone or are about to go.All through my lifeless life i never have given importance to such small things but now when Yamraj is sitting on top of my head and playing Tabla..i suddenly feel a little different.
Tuesday....6:55pm
Suddenly the ambulance comes to a halt.So I haven't died.I will give doctors a chance to prove their mettle.Good..!!But one thing is very clear to me....am not dying,,strangely enough I feel that this is a kind of a rebirth for me.Nihaal Sinha has just died.And Nihaal Sinha is just born
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Gifts Of The Past...
I turn back today..
just to have a glimpse at the past.
They say past is history,
So is it wrong to look at it?
Shouldn't I look at the day,
When i walked through the school gates,
shouldn't i be obliged,
for I went in a kid and came out a man!!
So what if I want to go back today
and say sorry to people I have hurt..
I know I can't!!
Shouldn't I look at the day,
when I had the first fight
shouldn't i be glad,for the fight
ultimately resulted in a friendship
which still goes strong..!!
So what if the fight ended with a broken bone,
and the bone belonged to me..!!
Shouldn't I look at the day,
when we went to see a cricket match
between Australia and India at the Ferozshah Kotla
Shouldn't I rejoice,for we had a gala time
predicting the number of ducks
by Indian Batsmen.
So what if India lost that match
and then the series too.!!
Shouldn't I look at the day
when we used to play football
on a rainy day.
shouldn't I be happy that I was the one
to score the goal.
So what if the next day
I caught cough and cold and then
could not play for the next two days.
Shouldn't I look at the day
when college welcomed me with open arms..
Shouldn't I smile for I made friends.
So what if I suddenly find moist eyes..
The tears are the trophies I possess,
for they remind me of the good times spent.
Shouldn't I look at the day
when I took the train journey,
that changed me forever.
Shouldn't I blush
that I met the girl of my dreams
and fell---fell in love.
So what if she doesn't like me,
I do and shall always..!!
I look at all these days and more,
Days that will never come back,
Days that will stay with me lifelong,
Days that will always be cherished,
as wonderful gifts of the past...!!!
Friday, January 9, 2009
Rab dikha kya??
Talking about Rab,this was the only good thing about the movie.After that am seeing glimpses of rab in every second female..!! problem is kisi ladki ko hamme rab dikhta hi nahin...!!!
Help me Rab..!!
Peter Raja...!!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
UNITE INDIA..
Is that India..??Ask the Indian public..
Are we a sovereign nation,a secular state?
Is this the same India which Gandhi once said Great..!!
Why these bomb blasts??Why these wars??
Whose responsible for these permanent scars??
Innocent blood being shed,many more at stake..
Can someone please stop this rake..?
Dont point fingers for we all share the blame
now we need to ensure that conditions dont remain the same
not everythings gone,not all hope lost..
Normalcy can be restored at a minimal cost..!!
So Unite India for now is the time..
when newer heights have been attained by all sorts of crime..
lets sort out differences,let there be no suspicion..
lets eradicate fear..let that be our sole mission..!!
Ergo,let all religions unite for one single cause..
lets all have fire within us to fight the loss..
let us all know one incontrovertible decision..
War..never was and never shall be a solution..!!
For together we shall make the new Indian state..
and together we will write our own fate..!!!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Happy New Year.
Plus there are internal naxals spread across the country.Just imagine the kind of country we are living in.Plus I salute the patience our politicians have shown after 26/11.Coz I am fed up of those top stories in news channels where be it Pranab Mukherjee or Manmohan Singh all they have said for the last one month is Pak must act and there's no time limit for that.Pakistan on its part has done nothing but said that in case of a war they will protect their sovereignity.Wasnt an attack on mumbai an attack on our freedom to live peacufully and an attack on our sovereignity?And wasnt it planned and plotted in Pakistani territory?This is a warning to our netas...Time's running away gentlemen and aam junta's getting frustrated.
Switching Gears...Well kudos to Mr Amitabh Bachchan to actually write in his blog regularly.I am writing after 2 months.Actually am too lazy to even think about switching my pc on everyday,forget about writing.Recently saw Ghajini and liked it.Indian film industry can proudly claim to have few cinematic geniuses with it and Aamir's surely one of them.Expecting many more Mr. Aamir.