Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Happy New Year 2009
By the time you read this I'll be sitting in another lecture waiting for the teacher to come and give me more gyaan wondering whether I'll understand anything or it'll be another three hours spent in waste.
Over the last couple of months I've realized how very differently I've changed as a person. People, experiences, travel, love, friends, dance, studies everything
percolates in you teaching you something.
I've always been open to do new, different things and where I stand today is reflected in that way of thinking. Of course the unconditional love which I've got from really closed one's has helped me in reaching upto this level in life.
But writing is totally a different ball game.
Essentially, I would be opening doors to a side of me very few people have seen.... my thoughts, my ideas, my insecurities, my weaknesses, my joys, my fears and above all my kiddishness. It's like asking me to dance with a girl with blindfold on!
Don't get me wrong here, the problem is not that I've to share myself with you.. the problem is me.
I am hugely a private person.
I come from a middle class background and was thrown into this fast paced world by a quirk of fate. If the wheel of fortune wouldn't have turned I would have been in my hometown in the fields.
I was and will always remain guarded by my emotions and desire of heart. I will always be hugely protective about the people close to me. So I hope you can understand my predicament.
But well the new year has come and I hope it brings along good things for me and for my dear ones. I pray to the lord to give me strength to remain the way I am and go places.
I shall see you around soon.
Over the last couple of months I've realized how very differently I've changed as a person. People, experiences, travel, love, friends, dance, studies everything
percolates in you teaching you something.
I've always been open to do new, different things and where I stand today is reflected in that way of thinking. Of course the unconditional love which I've got from really closed one's has helped me in reaching upto this level in life.
But writing is totally a different ball game.
Essentially, I would be opening doors to a side of me very few people have seen.... my thoughts, my ideas, my insecurities, my weaknesses, my joys, my fears and above all my kiddishness. It's like asking me to dance with a girl with blindfold on!
Don't get me wrong here, the problem is not that I've to share myself with you.. the problem is me.
I am hugely a private person.
I come from a middle class background and was thrown into this fast paced world by a quirk of fate. If the wheel of fortune wouldn't have turned I would have been in my hometown in the fields.
I was and will always remain guarded by my emotions and desire of heart. I will always be hugely protective about the people close to me. So I hope you can understand my predicament.
But well the new year has come and I hope it brings along good things for me and for my dear ones. I pray to the lord to give me strength to remain the way I am and go places.
I shall see you around soon.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I see around
This is a piece of pure fiction, I wrote in my times of slumber in a boring lecture.
I see around and I see a guy who's very innocent at heart. I don't understand how he manages to smile all the time. Simplicity and humiliation are embedded into his character.He aims high but is down to earth. He's honest all the time, bothers about people and relaxes at leisure.His recent mis-happening has impaired him to some extent but he's determinant and I hope turns to normal very soon.
I see around and I'm in a different world. This is a city where my same old friend stays. Looks like its been years now since we have met.I'm received at the airport by his chauffeur who's dressed in the most royal outfit. The weather is pleasant and in no time we reach his great mansion.
I'm surprised to see that my old friend has turned into a successful businessman.I feel proud for him because I saw the glint of success in his eyes way back when we use to have meals at inexpensive restaurants in our country.
The scene blurs and I feel as if I'm travelling through time.
I see around and I observe a beautiful garden. From the smell of the soil I can make out that this place is in my own country. There's a swing besides me on which a cute looking boy is playing. His two front milk teeths are crooked but they only add to his childish looks. He also has thick straight hair with a fringe cut. Near the garden is a gorgeous bungalow painted in brown.
At the veranda are two of my old friends, grinning at me and their son.
I'm terribly hungry and they readily invite me inside. During the sumptuous meal, we talk about our past and long lost memories. The lady asks me about my whereabouts for the past couple of years and I reply, as I used to, blushingly. Both of them pull my leg as usual and I give into the spur of the moment smilingly.
Its great to see that their love is still intact as it was years ago and they look like a couple perfectly made for each other.I wish them luck and I set out for my future journey.
I'm walking on the road and suddenly a cool breeze starts gushing through my hair. I start losing control over my mind and within no time I fell unconsious.
I'm awake knowing not what happened.
I see around and I see a hill, looking green in a perfect sunny morning, with a stoney pathway encircling around it. I start walking up the hill and in no time I reach across chapel. The building seems to be hundreds of years old surrounded with wild grass and bushes. The nature is absolutely silent and all I can hear is the chirping of birds. I walk inside. The brown colored stoney staircase has ancient carvings on it. The huge walls, on both the sides, have magnificient
windows through which bright sunlight is gushing inside revealing the holy Lord.
I see around and I see a beautiful lady now turned into a woman. With the sound of my footsteps itself, she turns around to greet me with her perfect smile. I instantly recognise her as my very old sweet pal.A lavender color top along with a black skirt are looking perfect on her. The overflowing shoulder length curly hair are intact.
Next to her, on each side, I see two cute looking girls wearing biege color frocks. Their hair are jet black hair are tightened with ribbons. Both of them are holding their mother's hands and staring at me in bewilderment. I smile at them discovering that both of them are actually twins.
They smile back at me making me feel all the more delighted.
After our prayer,we walk across the hallway onto the brightly lit pathway.
She starts pestering me with questions and I answer in monologues. Around an hour passes by and we talk about people, friends, life, relationships, future and good and bad times.
Time comes to say her goodbye and I present her with a carnation and two chocolates for the girls. I start walking across the pathway alone with a heavy heart. Tears rush into my eyes and suddenly the scene blurs.
I see around only to realize that I just saw a beautiful dream.
I see around and I see a guy who's very innocent at heart. I don't understand how he manages to smile all the time. Simplicity and humiliation are embedded into his character.He aims high but is down to earth. He's honest all the time, bothers about people and relaxes at leisure.His recent mis-happening has impaired him to some extent but he's determinant and I hope turns to normal very soon.
I see around and I'm in a different world. This is a city where my same old friend stays. Looks like its been years now since we have met.I'm received at the airport by his chauffeur who's dressed in the most royal outfit. The weather is pleasant and in no time we reach his great mansion.
I'm surprised to see that my old friend has turned into a successful businessman.I feel proud for him because I saw the glint of success in his eyes way back when we use to have meals at inexpensive restaurants in our country.
The scene blurs and I feel as if I'm travelling through time.
I see around and I observe a beautiful garden. From the smell of the soil I can make out that this place is in my own country. There's a swing besides me on which a cute looking boy is playing. His two front milk teeths are crooked but they only add to his childish looks. He also has thick straight hair with a fringe cut. Near the garden is a gorgeous bungalow painted in brown.
At the veranda are two of my old friends, grinning at me and their son.
I'm terribly hungry and they readily invite me inside. During the sumptuous meal, we talk about our past and long lost memories. The lady asks me about my whereabouts for the past couple of years and I reply, as I used to, blushingly. Both of them pull my leg as usual and I give into the spur of the moment smilingly.
Its great to see that their love is still intact as it was years ago and they look like a couple perfectly made for each other.I wish them luck and I set out for my future journey.
I'm walking on the road and suddenly a cool breeze starts gushing through my hair. I start losing control over my mind and within no time I fell unconsious.
I'm awake knowing not what happened.
I see around and I see a hill, looking green in a perfect sunny morning, with a stoney pathway encircling around it. I start walking up the hill and in no time I reach across chapel. The building seems to be hundreds of years old surrounded with wild grass and bushes. The nature is absolutely silent and all I can hear is the chirping of birds. I walk inside. The brown colored stoney staircase has ancient carvings on it. The huge walls, on both the sides, have magnificient
windows through which bright sunlight is gushing inside revealing the holy Lord.
I see around and I see a beautiful lady now turned into a woman. With the sound of my footsteps itself, she turns around to greet me with her perfect smile. I instantly recognise her as my very old sweet pal.A lavender color top along with a black skirt are looking perfect on her. The overflowing shoulder length curly hair are intact.
Next to her, on each side, I see two cute looking girls wearing biege color frocks. Their hair are jet black hair are tightened with ribbons. Both of them are holding their mother's hands and staring at me in bewilderment. I smile at them discovering that both of them are actually twins.
They smile back at me making me feel all the more delighted.
After our prayer,we walk across the hallway onto the brightly lit pathway.
She starts pestering me with questions and I answer in monologues. Around an hour passes by and we talk about people, friends, life, relationships, future and good and bad times.
Time comes to say her goodbye and I present her with a carnation and two chocolates for the girls. I start walking across the pathway alone with a heavy heart. Tears rush into my eyes and suddenly the scene blurs.
I see around only to realize that I just saw a beautiful dream.
Friday, April 4, 2008
The League of Extra-Ordinary Men
According to me, the world consists of three types of men! The boys, the ordinary men and lastly (a seldom kind) the league of "extra-ordinary" men.
I think men can be classified into these types based upon their thinking levels - heart, brain, testosterone.
Off lately, I've come across a lot of cases where men have been doing heinous crimes like molestation,child abuse,rape and even murder!!
You can come across this part of the news every other day and it is really very disheartening.
Since ages, men being more masculine and physically powerful have been the protector/bread owner of the family and the fairer sex i.e. the female kind was responsible for more delicate and house-hold work.
But across the time, things have changed and this scenario no longer seems to be applicable!
Unfortunately, some instances happen when men tend to think with their irresponsible testosterone rather than their developed brain, which ultimately leads to such unwelcome crimes.
They say a woman needs a reason for sex; a man just needs a place!
More than 90 per cent crimes of passion and sexually deviant behaviour are
committed by men. Normally, sex for a woman is relevant only after she is emotionally involved with a man; not so for a man.
To conclude on this I believe stringent verdict should be enacted upon men overpowering women with their power not only in case of rapes but also dowry harassment, molestation, physical abuse,etc.This can curb these irresponsible acts to a great extent ,if not eradicate them completely.
I think men can be classified into these types based upon their thinking levels - heart, brain, testosterone.
Off lately, I've come across a lot of cases where men have been doing heinous crimes like molestation,child abuse,rape and even murder!!
You can come across this part of the news every other day and it is really very disheartening.
Since ages, men being more masculine and physically powerful have been the protector/bread owner of the family and the fairer sex i.e. the female kind was responsible for more delicate and house-hold work.
But across the time, things have changed and this scenario no longer seems to be applicable!
Unfortunately, some instances happen when men tend to think with their irresponsible testosterone rather than their developed brain, which ultimately leads to such unwelcome crimes.
They say a woman needs a reason for sex; a man just needs a place!
More than 90 per cent crimes of passion and sexually deviant behaviour are
committed by men. Normally, sex for a woman is relevant only after she is emotionally involved with a man; not so for a man.
To conclude on this I believe stringent verdict should be enacted upon men overpowering women with their power not only in case of rapes but also dowry harassment, molestation, physical abuse,etc.This can curb these irresponsible acts to a great extent ,if not eradicate them completely.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Holi Hain !!! :D
Holi !! One of the most colourful festival of the world is omnipresent these days.
Celebrated all across India with much fun n frolic this festival has its own charm. Everyone in the family right from the granny to the youngest 'chotu' enjoys a gala time during this festive season :)
With the summer temperatures soaring high, Holi does mitigate the heat with its splashful colors and sweet 'bhaang'.
During my childhood, even I along with my cousins use to eagerly wait for this festive season. We kids use to have a gameplan ready a day prior to Dhulivandan ;)
After bugging all the elders in the family - right from granny (Badi Mummy) to 'chachaji' for financial support we use to run to the nearby 'rangvala' at the nukkad to buy colours.
Holi shopping was mostly done by my elder brother but we - the younger one's, use to brag him to purchase our favorite colour shades (especially the golden and silver being at the top of the list !). Colorful water 'pichkaari's' and water balloon were also on the purchase list.
On the D-day i.e Dhulivandan, we (i.e. the Bacchaa party) use to be out of our beds even before Mom would wake up !! This never happened during exams also... lolzz :D
First and foremost dad would warn us to apply the regular Mustard oil over the entire body which would help the harmful colour to go off easily. After changing into old clothes and a brief snack we use run to inflate our Holi balloon's with colourful water. This would finally follow with color splashing's on each other's faces and the hyperactive jumpings in small ponds of water like fools :D
Later, cousins and friends would visit adding more icing to the cake :)
Intoxicants like 'bhaang' were strictly prohibited in our family or in the celebration. Instead, we use to drink cold 'Roohafza' with milk !
After getting exhausted with colour and water we use to run indoors and bug mom for food. This would follow by hours spent in the bathroom removing the colour leaving the skin itchy and exasperated !
Now, those surreal images return more to haunt than to soothe. Telephone calls, Happy Holi SMSes can hardly fill the gap. I personally felt that penning down those memories would make them last forever ! Hence, this blog.
Happy Holi to all my friends ;D
Khush ho jao.... kyunki Holi hain !! :D
Celebrated all across India with much fun n frolic this festival has its own charm. Everyone in the family right from the granny to the youngest 'chotu' enjoys a gala time during this festive season :)
With the summer temperatures soaring high, Holi does mitigate the heat with its splashful colors and sweet 'bhaang'.
During my childhood, even I along with my cousins use to eagerly wait for this festive season. We kids use to have a gameplan ready a day prior to Dhulivandan ;)
After bugging all the elders in the family - right from granny (Badi Mummy) to 'chachaji' for financial support we use to run to the nearby 'rangvala' at the nukkad to buy colours.
Holi shopping was mostly done by my elder brother but we - the younger one's, use to brag him to purchase our favorite colour shades (especially the golden and silver being at the top of the list !). Colorful water 'pichkaari's' and water balloon were also on the purchase list.
On the D-day i.e Dhulivandan, we (i.e. the Bacchaa party) use to be out of our beds even before Mom would wake up !! This never happened during exams also... lolzz :D
First and foremost dad would warn us to apply the regular Mustard oil over the entire body which would help the harmful colour to go off easily. After changing into old clothes and a brief snack we use run to inflate our Holi balloon's with colourful water. This would finally follow with color splashing's on each other's faces and the hyperactive jumpings in small ponds of water like fools :D
Later, cousins and friends would visit adding more icing to the cake :)
Intoxicants like 'bhaang' were strictly prohibited in our family or in the celebration. Instead, we use to drink cold 'Roohafza' with milk !
After getting exhausted with colour and water we use to run indoors and bug mom for food. This would follow by hours spent in the bathroom removing the colour leaving the skin itchy and exasperated !
Now, those surreal images return more to haunt than to soothe. Telephone calls, Happy Holi SMSes can hardly fill the gap. I personally felt that penning down those memories would make them last forever ! Hence, this blog.
Happy Holi to all my friends ;D
Khush ho jao.... kyunki Holi hain !! :D
Sunday, March 2, 2008
My School !
On my last trip to my hometown, I managed to pay a visit to my Alma Mater - "St. Aloysious high School".
It was a visit filled with mixed emotions.
No doubt, I was glad to meet my old teachers and prinicpal who had grown old with course of time but on the other hand I was all the way feeling more nostalgic after seeing the classrooms, the blackboard, scribbled benches, huge playground and the school bell !
All these things took me back to my good old school days around 10 years ago!
When the school reopened on June 13th every year, we use to settle in our new desks and benches and get a new class teacher.
This would follow with a long queue at the book depot to get our new books and notes.
Everyday at the school use to start with the morning assembly at 07:45AM where we use to sing hymns and carols followed by the National Anthem.
At sharp 08:00 AM, the snake like queues formed by school children would rush to their respective classrooms for their first class. The school peon use to pick out those students who didn't had their shoes polished :)
I clearly remember getting caught twice by him. His name was "Bahadur", a tall and a huge person with a broad smile.
During our boring periods we use to eagerly await for our intervals or mid-breaks when we chased one another in the corridors and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
We use to have lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
I personally had a fascination for P.T. (Physical Training) periods in my school timetable. We use to play cricket with writing pads as bats and socks rolled into balls :)!! Football and basketBall were the other games we use to play.
Girls were more into games like "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho"!
P.T. periods would certainly follow by "Imli sticks", " kulfi", "ice creams" and how can we forget "jamuns"!
Sadly, gone are the days Of Sports Day, Independence day and the annual School Day and the one-month long preparations for them.
Also the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams and the most enjoyed holidays after them.
When We began drawing with crayons and evolved to Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
when we played the role of teachers, during teachers day
we just played the role, but never tried to understand the role....
When we use to eagerly wait for the annual "Anand Mela" to buy sweets and have fun.
Gone are the days but not the "Memories", which will be lingering in my heart till eons......
I proudly salute my school for all the priceless values it has embodied in me and I hope all of you reading this have equal gratitude and respect for your Alma Mater too ! :)
P.S. --> I still remember the names and faces of all my class teachers from 1 to 10 std.!!! :D
More in my next blog... :)
It was a visit filled with mixed emotions.
No doubt, I was glad to meet my old teachers and prinicpal who had grown old with course of time but on the other hand I was all the way feeling more nostalgic after seeing the classrooms, the blackboard, scribbled benches, huge playground and the school bell !
All these things took me back to my good old school days around 10 years ago!
When the school reopened on June 13th every year, we use to settle in our new desks and benches and get a new class teacher.
This would follow with a long queue at the book depot to get our new books and notes.
Everyday at the school use to start with the morning assembly at 07:45AM where we use to sing hymns and carols followed by the National Anthem.
At sharp 08:00 AM, the snake like queues formed by school children would rush to their respective classrooms for their first class. The school peon use to pick out those students who didn't had their shoes polished :)
I clearly remember getting caught twice by him. His name was "Bahadur", a tall and a huge person with a broad smile.
During our boring periods we use to eagerly await for our intervals or mid-breaks when we chased one another in the corridors and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
We use to have lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
I personally had a fascination for P.T. (Physical Training) periods in my school timetable. We use to play cricket with writing pads as bats and socks rolled into balls :)!! Football and basketBall were the other games we use to play.
Girls were more into games like "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho"!
P.T. periods would certainly follow by "Imli sticks", " kulfi", "ice creams" and how can we forget "jamuns"!
Sadly, gone are the days Of Sports Day, Independence day and the annual School Day and the one-month long preparations for them.
Also the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams and the most enjoyed holidays after them.
When We began drawing with crayons and evolved to Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
when we played the role of teachers, during teachers day
we just played the role, but never tried to understand the role....
When we use to eagerly wait for the annual "Anand Mela" to buy sweets and have fun.
Gone are the days but not the "Memories", which will be lingering in my heart till eons......
I proudly salute my school for all the priceless values it has embodied in me and I hope all of you reading this have equal gratitude and respect for your Alma Mater too ! :)
P.S. --> I still remember the names and faces of all my class teachers from 1 to 10 std.!!! :D
More in my next blog... :)
Saturday, February 16, 2008
My Parents
I have always believed in God ! My philosophy has been "Do your best
and leave the rest at his will."
Connecting with God at times has really
helped me in maintaining my inner strength and will.
Never in my life will I forget what my father told me - "Son, Look for
the best and get for the best.Leave the rest to God.Also, if you want
to stand apart from the crowd then prove your mettle." These words
always had a powerful impact on me. Whatever is beyond our control is
HIS will. As the Nuns at my school always rightly said, "God helps
those who help themselves." But now at this stage of life I understand
the veracity of these words!
Happiness,sadness,Success and failures are different aspects of life.They are transient and ever changing.What remains constant is the spiritual strength.
My father has been a great influence in my life. He's very recital by nature but like him, I believe that all religions in this world teach us the same basic truth and Goodness. Recently I read a miniature version of Bible and to my amazement I found that the teachings in it were no different than what our Guru's preached in the stories which my mother told me in my childhood. No doubt, she still tells me a couple of stories whenever I meet her.:)
My mother is very religious and innocent by nature.A house-wife by profession she has no aspirations other than looking at her children happy. This touches me a lot!
I just can't describe the happiness at her face whenever she gets to see me after months. It's priceless for me and I think I'll do anything in this world to keep both Mama and Dad happy.
We have a maid who comes to our house for cleaning from the past sixteen years! She has grown old now and even her daughter got married. Though they are very poor by condition, I can't remember any instance in my life when my mother taught us to discriminate us from them. It is the maid's loyal nature that has kept her attached to our family for so long.
Another important thing I learnt from my mother is the importance of prayers.She always said that more than doing for good, its prayer's that matter the most, because prayers cannot be bought. It helps us from the unforeseen and unfortunate circumstances of life.
I guess I have revealed a lot about my family today but I guess it's worth to be known by all.:)
and leave the rest at his will."
Connecting with God at times has really
helped me in maintaining my inner strength and will.
Never in my life will I forget what my father told me - "Son, Look for
the best and get for the best.Leave the rest to God.Also, if you want
to stand apart from the crowd then prove your mettle." These words
always had a powerful impact on me. Whatever is beyond our control is
HIS will. As the Nuns at my school always rightly said, "God helps
those who help themselves." But now at this stage of life I understand
the veracity of these words!
Happiness,sadness,Success and failures are different aspects of life.They are transient and ever changing.What remains constant is the spiritual strength.
My father has been a great influence in my life. He's very recital by nature but like him, I believe that all religions in this world teach us the same basic truth and Goodness. Recently I read a miniature version of Bible and to my amazement I found that the teachings in it were no different than what our Guru's preached in the stories which my mother told me in my childhood. No doubt, she still tells me a couple of stories whenever I meet her.:)
My mother is very religious and innocent by nature.A house-wife by profession she has no aspirations other than looking at her children happy. This touches me a lot!
I just can't describe the happiness at her face whenever she gets to see me after months. It's priceless for me and I think I'll do anything in this world to keep both Mama and Dad happy.
We have a maid who comes to our house for cleaning from the past sixteen years! She has grown old now and even her daughter got married. Though they are very poor by condition, I can't remember any instance in my life when my mother taught us to discriminate us from them. It is the maid's loyal nature that has kept her attached to our family for so long.
Another important thing I learnt from my mother is the importance of prayers.She always said that more than doing for good, its prayer's that matter the most, because prayers cannot be bought. It helps us from the unforeseen and unfortunate circumstances of life.
I guess I have revealed a lot about my family today but I guess it's worth to be known by all.:)
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