Looking back...

Ah.. The feeling of coming back to one's blog. Sheer magical.

We humans. We are such enigmatic souls. We want many things at one point of time and then when we get them, suddenly we want a bunch of different things. We are never happy.

Let me not generalize this feeling because I have met individuals who are pretty sure of what they want. And then there are a few who are pretty sure that they are not at all sure. Who absolutely know , that they absolutely do not know.

And then there are a few who look back and realize that past wasn't great. It could have been far better. Wish I could have done this to get to that or not done that. Wish I could have made that phone call, Wish I could have made that trip.
Basically a bunch of wishes. Mostly all of us have these wishes and looking back is the usual norm.

Its said,Look back if it brings a smile, but refrain if it hurts you. We dont usually follow it do we??
This small write up was written some time back thinking about all those things I didn't do. In the hindsight, may be I shouldn't have written this.. Duh..!!!


Walking down the memory lane with a thoughtful stare
looking at the moments which weren't there
thinking about the days which could have been,
thinking about the life which I could have seen

Could have spoken out loud and clear
instead was bogged down by fear
kept quite, indecisive troubled with facts
surprised dumbfounded with my own acts.

those dark corners which I couldnt see,
those barriers from which I wanted to flee
those imaginary conversations and disturbed nights
those mental debates and long lost fights.

that phone call which was never made..
that response of which I was afraid
that promise of being there which wasn't kept
that silly excuse made at which I was adept

As much as I want to go back
get rid of that baggage and unpack
As much as I want to set things straight
Move Ahead and take control of my fate

I know things aren't the same anymore,
I know the wounds are a bit too sore
I know that the lights are dimming fast
And that the rainbow will not last

And So I shall not turn back
Not focus on things I lack
I shall reach out for the illuminated road
And set on that journey for the perfect abode

I aint no perfect, so judge me no more
I just want happy moments galore
Dont think of me as a guy who didnt care
For you shall find a mention in my last prayer..

                                                          Feeling Good. Wish to come back more....

What’s the Hurry Boss??

What’s with me and the cab drivers these days?  We never seem to be on the same page. For the third time in this one month I hopped onto a cab, the driver of which was either a Formula One fan or for some strange reason believed he was driving a Ferrari. I tried checking the cab’s speedometer but it lay still. Probably it has its own story to tell. Probably it has seen such horrendous speeds and has been treated with such disgust that it decided not to move. So while the cab I was in, was about to touch supersonic speeds the pointer on the speedometer dial lay kissing 0, almost teasing the other numbers in the dial, letting them know that it shall never meet them again.

Initially I felt that the cab driver was under the impression that I was in a hurry. So I politely informed that I did have all the time in this world to reach my destination and that he can take it easy. But he didn't seem 

interested. I requested him, politely at first and then getting a sterner tone but all he could manage was
मी आता 5 वर्षे हे वाहनचालक आहे, आरामशीर बसणे (I have been driving this car for 5 years now. Relax).

I let go off my futile attempts and although I didn't relax for the rest of the journey, nervously fidgeting my fingers, we avoided any untoward incidents.

Now if any of this makes an impression that I hate speed than that’s so not true. I love speed. One of the top 5 items in my bucket list reads sitting on one of those Maglev trains and having a gala time. I love it when the    plane am sitting in gets to its V1 decision speed and is about to take off. I admire such speeds.

My problem is wrong speed at a wrong time and a wrong place. If you are speeding at 80kmph in a road where 40kmph seems tough then am bound to be scared. I wanted to argue with my cab driver that you have driven this way for 5 years and have been extremely lucky but here’s the sad part. Luck runs out just once and if and when it does, it might be disastrous.

I also wanted to discuss about customer satisfaction, about how customer is the king and if I ask you to drive slowly, you do just that. I decided against it.

Then the root cause struck me. It wasn't speed which was the problem. Speed was just the by product of the main cause. I wasn't in a hurry but I comfortably ignored my ‘partenaire’. Yes. The cab driver was in a hurry.

It finally dawned upon me that we all are in some sort of hurry all the time. No am not talking about anyone in particular. I am sure that most often than not there are specific cases where people need to rush.

Sometimes we rush to catch the missing flight,

Are in a haste to attend an important meeting

Running for the blockbuster movie late night

Or worse have kept our wife, girlfriend waiting.

There are billion other situations when one has no other options but to race with time. However there are times when you observe people hurrying for no specific reasons.

Consider the following:

After a plane landing:  There was a rule earlier by the Govt of India that mobile phones should not be used by passengers till the plane has reached its parking bay. Agreed it was lame but it was still a rule. Yet, in those days we could easily find mobiles ringing the moment the wheels touched the runway. At times even before the plane landed, a cacophony of ringtones could be heard shattering the quiet and then the usual whispers followed,’ Haan land nahi hui hain.. Theek hai Gate pe hi rahiye..land karke call karenge.’(  Yaa. It hasn’t landed. Ok You stay put near the arrival gates. I will call you once I land’).

And I wonder. Weren’t we asked to switch off our mobile phones before this machine took off? Such is the brazen apathy for rules at times.

Now do you ask the punishment for this? A beautiful air hostess who is already seated for landing and is helpless, gently switches on the in flight passenger announcement system and politely reminds,’ Passengers are requested not to use their mobiles till the plane has landed. Thank you’.

Her Standard Operating Procedure doesn't allow her to hurl the choicest abuses at the offender, or at least show him the middle finger. He is her esteemed customer who has erred just once. But you know the truth. Don’t you? He will keep ignoring rules for reasons best known to him. Even if one is in a hurry, one can easily call his driver after he deplanes and the driver will still be there. You certainly don’t expect him to be a superman flying next to your plane and gently lifting you up from your seat, do you?  It’s in these situations that I think, ‘What’s the hurry boss’?

There are umpteen such scenarios.

Imagine the situation when the plane finally lands. As soon as it reaches the bay, people crowd the aisle within nanoseconds, collect their luggage and wait for deplaning. Now if you are sitting in aisle, you are doomed boss. The persons sitting in the middle and window seats will not let you breathe till they do not come out and stand in the aisle. Somehow, anyhow by pushing almost shoving you so hard that you eventually end up hurting the person standing behind you. Yes sir, manners and etiquette fly out of the window as soon as we land. Worse if there’s even a slight delay for deplaning we do not think twice before being rude to the airhostess’s. Yes, the same thought comes to my mind, ‘What’s the hurry boss’?

I can discuss several other situations. Flouting traffic rules is one of them. The drivers are smart, the cops smarter. The junction near my house is an apt example. The cops here used to stand in the middle of the road earlier and drivers back then used to be the most disciplined lot. Then suddenly the cops disappeared and even though the traffic light still existed, it became virtually nonexistent for people. Red, Orange Green all meant one and the same thing, Go Go Go.. Honk Honk Honk..!!

Then the cops returned, but this time avoiding the middle of the road, instead choosing the cool shade of the tree next to the road. The drivers still unaware of police presence did not respect the red, only to the glee of the cops. They now had a daily flow of cash from these drivers.

The drivers have finally learnt from their mistake. No wait, they still don’t respect the red. There is no respect, only fear for the cops. The drivers now play the watch and go policy. Red now means the following:

1.       Look left for cops

2.       Look right for cops

3.       Drag vehicles slowly down the road as you never know when a cop emerges from a corner

4.       When convinced of no cop presence, drive away.

If by mistake you are a law abiding citizen and you do respect the red then the ear deafening noise of the car horns behind you will eventually make you a law breaking citizen and you will drive away.

These and many such daily sights do make me think,’ What’s the hurry boss’?

Can we do something to change all this? Frankly I don’t know. I suggest getting CCTV cameras everywhere. In the roads, inside the plane, in shops, multiplexes. But then who are you going to complain to? And what are you going to say? I was pushed by a person because he was in a hurry. Ah, Lame to think the least.

I also suggest changes in the announcements made inside a plane once it lands.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, Boys and girls, Welcome to xyz airport. The outside temperature is 30 deg C. Please remain seated till the plane has come to a complete halt and the seat belt sign is turned off.  Please be courteous towards other passengers and let the one’s sitting in aisle get their luggage first. Your luggage isn't running away. So is your driver. You are paying him after all. If after our repeated requests you do not pay heed to our advice we will charge Rs 100 for inconvenience caused to the fellow passenger. Remember our cameras are watching you. Thank you. Looking forward to serve you again.’

May I also request the traffic cops to remain hidden, but don’t vanish. Do come out at times. Let Red get back the respect it deserves.

Hoping for changes soon.

Till then, ask for the window seat while checking in an airport and every time the cab driver goes beyond 50kmph, fake a heart attack. Let him know you are a heart patient and if he drives above 50, you might die.

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.

Behind Every Smile....

Around a month back I read an article which was on writing without thinking.Theres a term which describes this act of just scribbling anything on paper without even pausing for a second..(Sorry cannot recollect the term right now).
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.

Single vs doubles..!!

A very dear friend of mine (name withheld on request) is going through what he describes as hell.Last weekend after having a cosy dinner with his girlfriend, while they were walking back home discussing their future,some road side tapori acted as the villain and uttered words which were not very pleasing to the ears of his lady love.So my friend,who claims to be a true bollywood flicks lover did what any other hindi film ka hero would do. He rolled up his sleeves and straightaway demanded an apology.Well what resulted was no apology but two broken bones and a broken heart.Unfortunately all three for my friend.The villain turned out to be much stronger than what my friend had expected and the brawl turned out to be a one sided affair. My friend was then dumped into the nearby hospital by his lady love and then the love of his life did the unthinkable.DUMPED HIM,stating reasons that if he can't save her from the gundas,he is good for nothing.

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..!!

WHAT NEXT..??

This post of mine is kinda continuation of my post published on the 30th of June. So all those who haven't read that entry have two options..one they can read that entry now(hey its just after one entry yaar..) and can take pains to post comments or the second option is leave that post and read this one..its not that you won't understand this one..plus if I were the reader..I would have gone for the second option.. LAZY ME...!!
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..!!

Missing You...

Wow..I have just amazed myself today. Two posts within 4 days is just wow for someone like me. Actually after playing umpteen number of games of Hearts( a card game..all card lovers would know)on my PC and after revising the previously watched episodes of HOUSE M.D(its an American television Medical drama) i just couldn't think of a better way to spend my time so am writing something on my blog...just anything..Its actually a page from my personal diary which is no longer personal after one of my friends read it and started blackmailing me that he would organize a story telling competition in the society where he would tell others about the contents of the diary and so I had to give him paani puri treats so that he would keep his mouth shut. But then I decided to take corrective steps and here I am shamelessly posting that very page so that my 10 bucks are saved. Smart naa???
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..

Engineer..Who Me??

AAh...most of my friends thought I had quit blogging. See now I havn't. But then where was I for the last 2 and a half months. there are reasons why i could not post..mainly 2 reasons..the most important reason, well i would say the factor which was 99.98% responsible for me not even having a look at my own blogpage was LAZINESS...lethargic attitude...and all other synonyms which can be given to a couch potato..reason number 2 which contributed to only 0.02% of my absence was ..........LAZINESS....yes so it was 100% LAZINESS....
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..!!

Elecson hain Bhai..!!

The flavour of this month has been the 15th Lok Sabha elections. For a change this time there has been more awareness about the entire process of electing our netas. Many questions have been asked, some have been answered, some plain ignored. How successful all this awareness will be needs to be seen. The turnout in the elections would prove that. Cinestars like Aamir Khan are telling us ki "Acha Chuno..Saccha Chuno".

Now being a responsible citizen I have had doubts. What are the qualities that one needs to have to become a good politician? Now here is a ready reckoner for all those interested. Those of you who want to stand as independent candidates, have thrown a shoe at a cabinet minister, have publicly uttered unparliamentary words against a minister or have been a part of a protest march ( kindly note a protest march should never be a peaceful one. What I mean by a protest march is that your facial expressions should convey as if you haven't been to the loo for a while and that you should have challenged your vocal chords so as to reach maximum decibel levels and you must have ignited few posters of the neta against whom you are demonstrating. Better if the fire isn't powerful enough get hold of autorickshaw or a bus and ignite it so that finally the areas police gets its ass moving and gets hold of you. Ensure media coverage.) Yeah..so if you have been a part of such protests so that a party gives you a Lok Sabha ticket you must have certain qualities which will help you survive the initial battle of elections. Who knows you may win. So what are the qualities..There are many. I am listing just a few:

Age: Age should never be on your side. Even if you are a sixty tell that you are a seventy. Cmon birth certificates can be faked. Don't you see almost all the want to be PM's are great grandpas and great grandmoms. You have to sound experienced. You have to let people know that you know the tricks of the trade.

Assets: This is a tricky one. I believe have loads and loads of money. Doesnt matter in what form, just have it. Real estate, jwellery, painting anything just have money. After you become a minister thats the only commodity you will be dealing with. The Aam Aadmi must know that you have experience handling money and their hard earned money is in safe(read unsafe) hand

Rallies: Now is the time to use your skills to apt use. Remember the days when you went for dharnas and protests, shouted at the top of your voice and got all the attention from police and media( the only place where you didnt get any attention was the person against whom you were protesting). Remember all that and know that its your time now. Rule 1..get people for your rallies. Promise liquor, clothes, money anything but ensure a crowd. Bigger the crowd, better the media. Also promise special incentives if they clap or whistle after every fake promise you make. Rule 2 and the most important rally rule when in front of the microphone, know that there is no microphone. Shout, shout even if the mike itself is unable to take it and begging you to stop making its displeasure known through all weird noises coming out of the amplifier. Media: Now this should also be taken care of during rallies, but especially when journalists are pushing each other just to get something spicy from you. Here also there are important things which need attention. Name the most deadly underworld group and let the media know that you have been threatened as you are busy serving people. Public Sympathy comes your way. Also know the name of your competitor and blast him or her apart. Unparliamentary words earn special points.

Security: Always know that your security will show your status. Use media to best use and state that you have been threatened and demand security. Get X,Y,Z whatever you can and then plan. Ask few of your security personnel to be in plain clothes. Then while visiting a village break out of your security cordon and drink tea at a tea stall or visit a temple. People would know that you are fearless and dont worry about your life while serving others. Ensure that the plain clothed personnel are right behind you.

These are few tricks to ensure success in the forthcoming elections. There are others like stay in the limelight(no matter what always stay in the limelight..state any rubbish stuff in front of the camera but do not let media forget you), also try to get hold of a filmstar stating that you are the future. Best of Luck to all our Netas. May the least corrupt win.

QUESTIONS UNANSWERED

One month and a week.Phew!Can you believe it?I just cant believe that the war lasted so long.But finally all's well that ends well.I won.I defeated it.Yes..I defeated laziness and here I am updating my blog.
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?

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.

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.

Present day,New Delhi..

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..!!

The Last Few Seconds of Life..!!

This post isn't a story..It isn't an incident.Just don't ask me what it is.Just the other day I was going somewhere when I saw an ambulance speeding through the overcrowded street and right then I felt like writing something.I thought,"What must be going in the mind of the one in the ambulance?(that is if the patient's senses are still working and his pain hasn't overtaken his other feelings).. This is what I wrote..I just kept on scribbling something without giving a thought about what I was writing.So there might be numerous flaws in it.Plus if you notice,this writeup does not have an ending and that's because I couldnt think of one.Or perhaps it did not deserve a one..Here it goes.................

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

Gifts Of The Past...

Satutory Warning:Readers may please note that the events mentioned below are fictional to the best of my knowledge(of course going to school and college are not fictional..am a literate..or else how do i write this blog...sorry.. Bad Joke..!!).So as the events are fictional,any resemblance to any person is truly unintentional.

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...!!!

Rab dikha kya??

Well..the psyche of Indian audience can never actually be analysed.When,how and what is acceptable to them is an unfathomable mystery.While on one hand they reject a movie like Saawariya(am not taking its side..it deserved to be a flop)they actually let a movie like Rab ne Bana di jodi become a big hit.Now all you SRK fans may please note that he is simply the best.I have watched DDLJ 25 times and even in RNBDJ he was awesome.But should he have done that movie in the first place is my question?I mean that movie deserves the OSCAR for the most irritating scripts till date in Indian Cinema.How can a lady not identify her husband is a question which has long been asked and I wont dwell on that fact.The second shortcoming is how can a person jinhone aaj tak kabhie ladies se baat tak nahin ki hain be such a natural flirt.I guess Vinay Pathak gave him tuitions.I mean when we are asked to shut our brains and enjoy a movie it is acceptable to a certain extent but this is pure crap.Poore movie mein heroine ko rab dikha hi nahin lekin picture khatam karne ki baari aayi toh Rab dikh gaya..arre telepathy hain kya?And this movie was the second biggest grosser of 2008 after Ghajini.
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...!!

Now I just felt like adding this pic here..yesterday as we recieved the news of Jharkhand C.M Mr Shibhu Soren being defeated in the tamar by-poll by one Peter Raj..i was occupied with various emotions..one being Peter Raja..??I mean his name is Peter Raja..

Doesnt it resemble a name of a monkey who roams in the streets along with his master and entertains the general public..??I do not wish to hurt any sentiments here but Peter Raja??

The next emotion was when I saw the pic of Peter Raja..I am sure many of the newspapers did not print a pic of Mr Peter raja fearing that kids may actually face emotional turbulence after having a look at him.I tried but did not get a pic of Mr.Raja in the net.But mark my word..given a choice am sure people would consider Shibhu Soren as a gentleman in front of Rajaji.Mr Raja has those deadly looks,ekdum apt for a role in Ramsays new horror movie.

I pity the people of Jharkhand..they now have to choose between two murderers..its as if choosing the worst movie of the year..LOVE STORY 2050 or DRONA..??

And somewhere down the line am I thanking God for am no longer a resident of Jharkhand??..u bet I am...for although I have spent my best growing up years in Jharkhand,the present political scenario makes me feel disgusted that am a citizen of the same country in which there are individuals like Shibhu Soren and Peter Raja.

UNITE INDIA..

Sovereign,secular,democratic republic
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..!!!

Happy New Year.

Well,at the outset Happy New Year to one and all.Being an optimistic I was hoping that 2009 would see lesser number of terrorist strikes but on the 1st day of year itself,Assam was rocked.I pity the Indian Government.They can expect attacks from any quarters.If in west we have Pakistan which claims it is doing everything to ensure that its territory is not being used for any terrorist activities and that Mumbai attacks were carried out by non state actors(non state-they were aliens i guess)..it is actually providing bullet proof car to the head of Jamaat-Ul-Dawa(dont remember his name).Also in the East we have Bangladesh which has been causing sleepless nights to all our political honchos.Madam Sheikh Hasina...please are you listening to our pleas?
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.

Chicken Soup for the Soul..!!

Recenty read about Chicken soup for the Soul series of books.These consist of short inspirational stories and motivational essays.The first book had about 101 stories.Plus there are some 106 titles.

They are called Chicken Soup as chicken soup is used as a home remedy for the sick.They have been edied by motivational speakers Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen(never heard about them).But yes,motivational stories seem to be a good read.I mean human beings look for sources of inspiration and motivation all the time.If you have ever noticed,if you do any good or are successful one question people ask is "who is your source of inspiration?"

Well I have gone through Paulo Coelhos most of the books and I simply admire them.After reading The Alchemist,I remember that I made a time-table and followed it religiously for a week.Can you imagine..?If one fine day an award is being announced for the most indisciplined,most irregular student,I am sure that I will be nominated(nah..I dont claim I will win).So such a student making a routine and following it not for a day but a week??Hmmm..Good work Mr Coelho.Remember Alchemist said to follow your dreams.I did that too.Slept for 10 hours daily just to have dreams.(All I had was nightmares in which I was put behind bars and a bowl of Rasgullas kept out of my reach..!!)

So the point is I will like to read some of these chicken soul books.Whats intresting is that most of these books are directed at specific groups of people like Chicken Soup for The Prisoner's Soul,Chicken Soup for The Mother's Soul..Intresting.

So if you are encountering losses in business,if you have been dumped by your lover,if your son just ran away, just to come back after a week married,if you fought with your best friend,if your maths teacher threw you out of your class for not doing homework and if the new pair of jeans you bought last week doesn't fit you any more,its time to get some motivation.So grab your copy.

Waise on a more serious note,I won't be reading Chicken Soup for the soul to get motivation.If I ever feel low,I go and have a full plate of Chicken tandoori.That puts me in Seventh heaven. Sorry Peta India,I have no plans to turn vegetarian.

Finally few smiles...!!

After the bomb blasts,the past few days have brought about changes.People smiling and hopes rekindled..its like after so many days of black dark clouds even the sun was frustrated and decided enuf was enuf,it had to shine.While America received its first black president with open arms,there are talks that team Australia doesn't deserve the world champs title anymore,thanks to the beating it received from apna India.Saying anything conclusive on my part would be utter foolishness,coz australians have shown that they are true champs.They have in the past defied critics and have come back stronger and sharper whenever they have been put into such a situation.That's a different story that their bowling doesn't seem lethal anymore with the likes of McGrath and Warnie taking a bow and batting too looks lacklusture.So as of now lets play the waiting game!!

Coming to Chandrayan-1,credit is due to ISRO for its fantastic work.Where countries like USA and Russia could not make it to the moon in 1st attempt,we did.That too,by taking just 1/3rd the price taken by those countries.Talks are that ISRO is planning a trip to studying the outer surface of Sun as well.Plus the manned mission to moon.WoW...Hamara Hindustan Rocks bhai!!

Arre oh Obama Bhaiya..Mubarack ho.Thinking about a Black President in America,say about a decade before was like thinking of Madonna singing Bhajans and Jagjit Singh trying his hand at Qawwali.But then here we are..the 44th US president is a black.So as billions of hope rests on his shoulders,i sincerely hope that people dont get impatient and give him ample time to prove his worth.Policies can't be implemented in a day.

Waise when will Madonna sing Bhajans then??