Simple Pleasures

Straight From My Heart!

2009-03-16T23:20:00.001+04:30

-Dedicated to all my RAIT friends! I usually don’t post unedited articles…but this one is different. It is straight from heart…flow of emotions!

Today I visited my college with a dear friend…Sitting under the banyan tree near the red rock café bought back some very cute memories. Our favorite spot for photo shoots on all rose-trad days! Those funny rose day cards and the alleged couples…those apt DJ songs and the proposal rumors don’t seem to leave my memory.

Another awaited event- Akarshan. Damn the singers, the main protagonist were the paper-balls. Then the favorite ‘sutta’ song…how people devoured it inspite of its repulsive lyrics! Horizons always rocked. How we swayed together at those celebrity concerts…and head-banged with the weirdest people at the rock show competition.

How can I forget our lifesaver xeroxwala bhaiyya (25ps/page) whose machine tirelessly oozed out carbon fumes! The apple milkshake, the enormous chole-batures, the appetizing hakka noodles, RRC tomato soup, HM canteen’s combo meal…food was never an issue!

Lectures...I have few memories of attending one but Modi Sir’s lectures were the best ;) I have never seen lazier guys than our admin office staffs. Best place to test your patience! Nevertheless it was fun bitching about them. How can I forget our library! I am sure all of us remember our librarian for his “Jagaa nahi tho bahar jao” dialog. Even a stuck tape-recorder cannot beat him!

I wouldn’t have missed them if I had not shared them with some of the most beautiful people. College friends are indeed friends for life!

Gulaal

2009-03-16T09:54:00.001+04:30

Gulaal is a story about power.Where there is power, there is loyalty, obsession, betrayal, helplessness, revenge and of course love. Gulaal is the story of all these and many more characters, all colorful, all earthy, all full of pithy language.The director intersperses all of them beautifully with some striking poetry and presents an appetizing palette of reality. An angry film and anger oozes out in every frame.

Not a tinge of Euphemism… Anurag Kashyap presents a crude reality in its crudest form. Euphemism blurs the starkness… cheekiness delivers!

Black is the new White!

2009-01-31T11:48:00.002+04:30

“Fair, slim and beautiful bride wanted”. This is the pre-requisite for marriage. Our obsession for fair skin is not new. America finally got over its racial fixation, but when will India get over it? India is not a fair-skinned country. It has its share of color tones. As we move towards the south, the white Aryan tone gradually varies giving way to wheatish Dravidian shade. Our chromatic convictions are pretty strong....no room for debate. It’s an axiom that white is better than the black. Many times I have had friendly arguments with my grand mom on this issue and she did believe fair skin was a bonus.

A few days back, nani’s friend happened to visit us. My nani was super-excited to meet her. It was delightful to watch them chirp like pony-tailed teenagers. I happened to overhear their conversation or you can call it unintentional snooping…Now who doesn’t like gossips? Some uncle’s wife’s cousin’s daughter was trying to get married but it seems her dark complexion was playing the villain! Then the friend, to my utter contempt, said, “Even your grand daughter is dark…how will you marry her off?” .Though slightly offended, I waited for my grand mom’s reaction. My nani brightly quipped, “Don’t worry Gita, Obama is the new president and black is the new white…you never know when people would start looking for intelligent dark women like Michelle as potential life partners.” Her friend’s ‘bowled over’ look was indeed a Kodak moment!

Be the change you want to see!!

2008-12-03T19:31:00.002+04:30

“War on Mumbai”, “Taj in flames” and the most recent “Mumbai Fights Back” headlines are dominating the media. Amidst the horrific tragedy coverage, they managed to give unnecessary footage to the outrageously trivial issues like Achuthanandan’s dog remark, the lipstick-candle march retort and of course RGV’s visit costing our honorable chief minister his post! Oh did I forget the famous rather the infamous “bade bade sheheron mein aisi choto choti batein tho hoti hi rehti hain!” remark.

Have you ever wondered why our politicians are insensitive and irresponsible? Why is our bureaucracy so vulnerable? Why are our security forces so insouciant? It’s we who are solely responsible. It’s time to stop the blame game and spend some time in retrospection. It’s a cliché but democracy is a government made of the people, by the people and for the people. Here it’s definitely made of the people but I am very doubtful if it is for the people and by the people.

It is a system of governance which allows extensive representation and inclusiveness of as many people and views as possible to feed into the functioning of a fair and just society. But do we to vote? Even if we did, do we bother to check the credibility of the candidate we vote for? Are we justified in blaming the politicians? We are the ones who placed such huge responsibilities on unsuitable shoulders. It’s we who were asleep and are angry at being woken up so catastrophically.

But where are the suitable candidates? None of the suitable candidates are in politics, whom do we vote for? Do you know iff a voter has dislike to all of the candidates competing there, then he can show his dislike to all of them by registering for 49'O.According to Rule 49-O of the Conduct of Election Rules, 1961, if an elector whose roll number has been entered in the register of electoral rolls in Form 17A, decides not to vote, a remark to this effect shall be made against the said entry by the Presiding Officer and the signature and thumb impression of the elector shall be obtained against such remark.Now, if the number of 49'O count is larger than that of the winning candidates total vote count, then a re-election is called there. The political parties would be forced to select a suitable candidate. Now if winning election becomes a challenge, suitable candidates would automatically get attracted to politics. Slowly and steadily the entire political system would get revamped and would no longer be ‘dirty’ politics. But this is possible only if we decide to change.

Instead of organizing candle marches and anti-politician discussions, it’s time to spread awareness and take ownership of the mistakes we knowingly committed. Let us not let democracy crumble under the pressure of terrorism. Our freedom fighters fought valiantly for the freedom we enjoy today. The same kind of feverish patriotism is the need of the day.

Six months from now, we have elections, let’s elect a suitable candidate and make sure our democracy wins! Let’s not limit ourselves to candle marches and signature campaigns. Friends, let’s rise above the situation and make this happen!!!

Poignantly Numb

2008-11-29T12:30:00.005+04:30

I still remember the first time I went to visit The Gateway Of India and was awed by its grandeur. But what caught my instant attention was the beautiful Taj Mahal hotel. The heritage building with its delicate and intricate architecture facing the violently surging Arabian Sea left a lasting impression.

The place for me is a symbol of opulence and grandeur. It is not just another passive structure to pose for photographs. It represents the spirit of lakhs of Indians who come to Mumbai with nothing but a dream. It instills in them the confidence to dream big. It’s the only place which is ardently adored by both the elite and the indigent. It has always been a dream for me to reach a level when I can proudly go inside the place. It epitomized the celebration of my fulfilled dreams.

But today, when I switch on the television and watch the images of the place up in flames, coldness grips me. It makes me numb. I can no longer relate to it. The sense of insecurity and uncertainty overwhelms me. It’s like my paradise is in flames. Strangely, I feel guilty too.

Our Epics- Are they Logical?

2008-10-17T22:29:00.014+04:30

Stories do play a very important role shaping our moral values and principles.

As a kid, I read a lot of books but nothing came close to the popular stories aired on television. Mahabharata, Ramayana and later Arabian nights, potli baba and Sinbad ki kahaniyan were some of the memorable ones.

But Mahabharata used to be ‘The Sunday treat’! I still remember the excitement in the room when our TV used to croon, “Maahaaabhaaratamm”. For the next half an hour every Indian with a TV set in his house used to sit transfixed…pin-drop silence was mandatory. Even now parents feel that their kids should know Mahabharata and Ramayana stories.

But I wonder what kind of moral values do these stories provide. The epics have crossed the lines of mythology and assumed the status of history. But are these stories worthy of our adulation? I am not an iconoclast but I do disagree with many of the important events described in these stories. Some of them are out rightly illogical.

Mahabharata’s main cause was Draupadi's insult…She was a trained warrior princess not a naïve lady. To humiliate the princess, Dushasana ordered his guards to strip off all her clothes. She ould have protected her dignity by fighting him but she chose to call Krishna for help. Why? Gandhari, the ever-faithful wife of the blind king Dhritrashtra, chose to bandage her eyes. Instead she could have helped him see the world through her eyes. Rather that negating her husband’s weakness, she chose to aggravate them!

Krishna guiltlessly flirted with women even with married ones? If Radha knew that she was the twin soul of Krishna, why did she get married in the first place?

In Ramayana, Sita is forced to give agnipariksha and Ram is not even doubted? The saddest part is even today there are people who think Ram was right and follow his footsteps. Ridiculous! What kind of moral values do these epics teach our kids? I believe it’s high time that we modify these stories suitably rather than provide them with fake justification! What do you think?

The Brutal End!

2008-10-01T22:52:00.001+04:30

“I have always loved watching the sun set behind the cluster of mountains, sink into the bottomless oceans, and disappear behind the unreachable horizons but watching it fade behind the super tall glass and steel structures was a welcome change. It was just another perfect evening. The sky was alive with hues of red and orange smeared immaturely. The colossal structures in grey and steel punctuated the landscape belligerently. What a stark contrast they presented! But the sun appeared sad today. I felt she was reluctant to go; I don’t know the reason though! Finally she disappeared and I felt like a mother sending off her daughter. “ Nevermind , she’ll be back tomorrow,” I told myself and welcomed the moon with open arms.

The moon seemed discontent too. Or is he sick? The brilliant shimmering lights that welcomed the moon everyday didn’t accompany him today. Is that the reason for his gloom? Or is it the devil that has spread its wings across the sky? Oh Yes, it is…I can see the devil swelling its viciousness out of those tall shining chimneys. My poor moon!

The devil seems to have bigger plans and I can smell it. The nauseating odor has left me longing for some fresh air…Usually a whiff of fresh air comes to my rescue but today it seems busy. I am out of breath.

As I struggle to catch some air, my parched throat craves for water; but not a drop of liquid around. I feel weak but not a sympathetic soul to hold me up. I wonder how can things go wrong so fast? Or Was I painlessly slipping? A wave of relaxation and agitation wrapped into one grope me. I feel agitated because my end is untimely and relaxed because I would be finally free from the earthly agonies. My flesh is cold and my soul lifeless; but my heart is burning. A devastating fire is razing me from inside. I can feel the heat spread and bloat me. I am like a bubble ready to burst. My skin is cracking but I am helpless. God, do I really deserve such a brutal end?”

Mother Earth exploded and a thousand pieces flew across the Milky Way! All that remained were memories of a green and blue life nurturing planet!

Random Retrospections!

2007-06-12T08:53:00.000+04:30

Four Golden Years….An amazing campus life…Wonderful friends…What more can I ask for? But if you ask me, what is ‘the’ thing that I would miss the most….Undoubtedly my friends!

At this point of my life, I seem to realize their importance more…Partly because I was lucky to be friends with some amazing individuals and partly because we are parting our ways. Yesterday, one of my closest friends P left for Delhi and later had plans to go to US to pursue her master’s. She was my first best friend in college. The thought of not meeting her for 3-4 years made me feel uneasy. Way back home, countless memories flooded my mind. I can still recollect the first paper presentation we did together. After completing the entire paper, we realized that the contents were primitive and not even close to the kind of standard mandatory for the competition…lolzz…the entire session was exhausting yet enjoyable! She is level headed, highly ambitious and a well read individual. Interactions with her always inspired me. We never got exhausted of topics… our ‘out of the box’ dreams, our aspirations, philosophy, time machine (weirdly, I want to own one now)...the list was endless!

It was only through P, I met my other closest friend T. She is an authentic gem! Her presence makes you feel special and wanted. I would terribly miss those lunch breaks when we would rush to P’s hostel canteen and chatter nonstop while devouring the tasty canteen food (specially the hot and spicy manchow soup)! And how can I forget her Hindi heavily garnished with south Indian accent (mind you…she’s is a true gujju)….It sounds so cute! She’s a proficient shopper…she checks every little detail patiently…bargains effortlessly…and come out of the shop with a satisfied smile…It’s a pleasure (and a learning experience too) to watch her shop. Though many would disagree with me on this (How can it be a pleasure to watch someone shop?!... ;) ). In a nutshell, she’s blessed with an exceptional combination of child like innocence and a mature head-set.

How can my group be complete without M. Her beaming smile and expressive eyes lightens up the air. I don’t remember how I was introduced to her. But we chatted like long lost friends even then. I could trust her instantly. The unforgettable night-outs, our insights on how an ideal life, relationship or career should be (We can write a book on that...lolz ), criticizing profs, discussing our latest crushes, giggling over stupid jokes, playing pranks, the Rose day, Horizons…I would miss all of them!

I have learned that swinging on a swing or playing the sea-saw or perching on tree branches was no longer immature! Donning funny hairstyles or singing kindergarten rhymes in chorus was no longer crazy! I came here for the reason most people go to college. to find the part of myself I never knew was there. I have been here only a short while, yet so much has happened. There are times I still feel as if I don't belong here, and other times there is nowhere on Earth I'd rather be. Oh! It was beautiful. These cherished memories would remain permanently etched in my mind! Love you P, T and M.

You are the Best..Love you!

2007-05-11T09:37:00.000+04:30

Lo…Behold!!! I saw the most beautiful sari…. a peach colored crisp cotton sari with delicate, exquisite embroidery work…a classic piece!! I was buying this sari for the most beautiful woman. Fond memories crossed my mind.

She always looked as fresh as dew in her crisp Bengal cotton saris. Her freshly shampooed long tresses with two strands of hair delicately braided, the perfectly round maroon bindi and a fine strip of ‘chandan’ right above, she looked like an angel. I still recal the satisfaction I felt then, when I would spot her among ‘moms and dads’ waiting for their kids back from school. She would patiently wait at the entrance with outstretched arms and a lovely smile on her face. Way back home, I would narrate all great things I did in school from ‘how my teacher gave me A++ grade’ to ‘how my best friend betrayed me by not offering me her pencil’. She would listen to them with genuine interest…her face glowed with pride, every time I boasted of my ‘so-called’ academic feats! I miss those interesting sessions...Terribly!

The relationship I share with her today is beyond words. A doting father, affectionate brother, naughty sister, trustworthy confidant and above all THE BEST MOTHER. She is an amalgamation of all the relationships.

PS: Happy mother’s day AMMA !….This sari is only a beauty, a glimmer of the magnificence of your inner core. Nothing in this world can even come close to the love you showered and the sacrifices you made. I love you Ma!

National Anthem

2007-04-18T07:30:00.001+04:30

This Vedio clip touched me...It instigated the patriotic me!! Truly Touching!!

The Four Virtues

2007-03-29T19:20:00.000+04:30

Life is an endless circle of greed…
Be it for money, knowledge, love or life…
Greed clarifies, cuts through and captures the essence,
It raises man to the next echelon, it commands evolution!

What is life without lust?
It’s just another name for exaggerated passion,
Passion stirs the soul and instigates hidden desire,
It is the pedestal on which humankind thrives!

Idleness is often bamboozled; it isn’t a sin to be lazy;
Satan finding some mischief still for idle hands to do is obsolete,
Hibernation incites innovation, ingenuity flourishes in laze;
Recline on the flat of your spine and dream to create wonders!

Why is it a sin to be proud?
Pride instills sanguinity, the power to rule the world,
The ecstasy of success is tasted best with a dash of pride;
It confirms the essence of individuality, draws out the hidden beauty;

Greed, Lust, Laze and Pride; The four abandoned virtues,
Acknowledge them to prosper in this commonsensical world!!

The Truth about TRUTH

2007-02-22T20:38:00.000+04:30

When was the last time you lied? Just an hour ago, when my friend asked if I was free to go for a walk I politely declined. I told her that I was busy with my project when I was not doing anything even remotely related. Why? Just because I didn’t feel like going and didn’t wanted to tell the real reason!

Truth…Why do we attach an idyllic and superlative tag to this extremely rare phenomenon? The truth is a bully we all pretend to like, isn’t it? Honesty and truth are fine materials for sermons but when we have to actually follow it in real life, we get frightened.

Have you ever told your friend that she looked terrible that day ? Have you ever tried to disapprove your professor’s absurd blabbers? Never…That is because you neither want to hurt your friend nor screw up your term works! Then why despise this wonderful “Lie”.

Are we honest with ourselves? Then why do we wear make-up? Why do we try to project ourselves as ‘beautiful and wonderful’ when we know that we are not? What is the point in creating an illusion when the truth is contemptibly transparent! We try to camouflage our real feelings by the so called social etiquette. We are trained to say ‘Nice to meet you’ and ‘Thank you’ even though we may not like that person. But our body language and facial expression deceives us. We dare not face the truth!

Truth is an extremely strong principle that has the power to transform us, enlighten us. But for a common man like you and me…let’s face the truth…Lie is not that bad either!Don’t snatch away lies, let us live with them!!

Wild Showers!!

2007-02-11T22:41:00.000+04:30

The amiable earth drains
To the extent she could bear;
This makes the anxious heaven
Darken with accruing vehemence,
The meek clouds blink spontaneously
Amidst the brimming tears,
And the aqua driblets hits vociferously,
Uplifting the heat-wilted foliage!

As the pelting drops startles life beneath,
The scared lion roars ferociously,
Every time there is thunder clap;
As an attempt to reclaim his imperiled status.

The dear eyes longingly at the graceful doe,
As his heart brims with enigmatic desires.
The soaked monkey tightly perches,
On a secluded branch,
Looks skyward bewilderedly
As if to ask the God
Why this sudden shower?

The snake wriggles indecisively,
Offended by the seeping intrusion.
The only form that doesn’t seem to mind,
Are the mirthful birds that carry the news,
Of the pouring glory across the globe!

The cloud disburdens and the wild spirit gladdens,
What a beautiful sight the nature presents;
As the wild life blends harmoniously,
With the God’s elixir that
Rekindles life in every form!!

To Die Or Not To Die!

2007-02-07T19:51:00.000+04:30

Do we have the right to live life in our own terms? Ofcourse, we do! Now that isn’t an issue of dispute. Fundamental rights bestowed upon us entitle us to choose every step we tread…so does that include our choice to die? Euthanasia…should it be legalized? Many countries are in favor of mercy killing…so should India join the foray? Controversies seldom confuse me. Most of the problems are either black or white to me…but this one is mournfully grey.

Imagine this….every time as my ventilators make me breathe, excruciating pain torments every inch of my body. Innumerable tubes cram every orifice in my body. I am incompetent to perform even my basic chores. I have always lived a liberated dignified life and here I am living just for the sake of it. Should I let my inability hurt my dignity just when I am at the threshold of the finish line? Moreover it’s my body, my soul and my choice. Doesn’t it sound pretty logical?

Many argue that euthanasia amounts to suicide. Suicide is a spontaneous, puerile decision to end life as an attempt to escape from an ostensibly crucial issue. While the decision to pull the chord isn’t a hasty one…infact it’s a noble deed to liberate the vehement soul and let it rest in peace. Now is this ethical? Who are we to play God? But then who are we to counter God’s will by mechanically extending couple of tormenting hours in life? Another major impediment is the Hippocratic Oath…One of the clause goes like this…’To please no one will I prescribe a deadly drug nor give advice which may cause his death.’ But then the same oath subsumes another vow ‘to keep the good of the patient as the highest priority’. Euthanasia is in the interest of the patient hence is moral.

Having said that, the optimistic (unrealistic) me refuses to believe that my loved one can actually die. What if there is a miracle? What if my beloved wakes up as if nothing happened? What if ‘The Lord of Mercy’ decides to bestow few more years? These ‘What if’s are countless. Some things in this universe are celestial and incomprehensible. I do believe in miracles. I have seen them happen.

Let me share an incident…One of my close friend’s father suffered from a rare lung ailment ‘primary pulmonary hypertension’. His condition aggravated rapidly and was put under ventilator and showed almost nil progress for ten days. Doctors had given up. But then to their utter surprise, he started responding excellently and was back on his feet in a month. Some years back, he left for his heavenly abode after almost 3 years of normal life. Those three years did matter a lot for the family. His family got together and made the maximum of those 1095 days. This incident reinforced my faith in miracles. What if the family had decided to put him off the ventilator?

Weighing both the sides, I believe it all depends on personal choice. If the chances of survival are nix and the suffering unendurable, I don’t think euthanasia is a bad choice.

The Magic Of Writing

2007-01-27T20:37:00.000+04:30

Two weeks and I haven't updated my blog. It's not that I am busy...its just that I don't have anything to write about. And here comes a fudging term to my rescue...Writer’s block…Do you think this phenomenon actually exists or is it just an excuse? Why is that sometimes I stare hard at my computer and still fail to type even a single sentence? But then there are times when words flow out of control and it becomes tricky to stick to the subject. I came across a beautiful excerpt from ‘The Zahir’ by Paulo Coelho that elucidates this unrestrained process…

“Writing is one of the most solitary actions in the world. I sit down in front of the computer, gaze out on the unknown sea of my soul, and see a few islands- ideas that have developed and which are ripe to be exposed. Then I climb into my boat called ‘The Word’ and set out for the nearest island. On the way, I meet strong currents, winds and storms, but keep rowing exhausted knowing that I drifted away from my chosen course and the island I was trying to reach is no longer my horizon”

Brilliant analogy, isn’t it?
I firmly believe that writing is the finest mode of expression. As the ideas, imaginations, beliefs, principles, suggestions and solutions flow through the soul, the words spring to life and transform themselves into a fantastic piece. The creative satisfaction is unparalleled…That’s the magic of literature.

Melodic Recap

2007-01-11T00:11:00.000+04:30

Niladri Kumar, the zitar king…He calls it zitar not sitar for the sound produced is zany and zestful! I happened to attend his show at MOOD I (Fusion) and was spell bound. Just an attempt to recapture the moment!

In his psychedelic kurta
And unruffled poise,
With his pride across,
He sat elegantly;
I saw him with skeptic eyes,
As a mysterious smile lit his face

He pluck a string and fret another,
Accelerated the hymn with couple more,
He strummed with an electric pace
And air droned with melodic pleasure;
His unkempt hair swayed in resonance;
He plunked fast, he fret faster,
Every soul boomed with ecstasy,
Every bit throbbed with joy,
Suddenly he stopped,
Ambience mystified.
He called it sound check!

If this was preview
How would be the real show?
Magician, he was
As all sat spell bound
Craving to be under his tuned spell!

'Chat' up your senses!

2007-01-08T09:02:00.000+04:30

Have you ever gobbled up the tangy pani-puris , twenty of them at one time? Aahhh…I was lucky to experience the ultimate bliss!! The mini bloomed puris with its cute belly wobbly with piquant-hot water, stuffed with melting potatoes and mashed chick peas, simply teased my taste buds! Mouth-watering, isn’t it? These humble puris added a zing to my otherwise bland life (Thanks to the grueling Cat results ).Bless the soul who invented this amazing chat!

Water, Air and Fire III

2006-12-15T21:39:00.000+04:30

Here is the last one...Fire..It's a tribute to someone special!

I know a woman

With the exotic beauty of the firefly, shimmering in light,
Holding a torch to lead me through the darkest night;
Like the salubrious sun that turns the meadows into inflorescence,
She changes my abode into paradise by her angelic presence.

I know a woman

With soul like the moon, fiery passion within yet so quiescent,
She amazes me with her dynamic traits just like the growing crescent;
Her heart glows like a new lit candle flame, steady and bright,
Infusing a sense of tranquility, imparting a shade of celestial white.

I know a woman

Who lovingly sows the seeds of abiding bond, like the holy pyre,
And razes down the malicious souls like the blazing fire;
Cozy warmth to hurting burns, binding good to detaching bad,
She does it all like the dancing flames, happy or sad!

The woman is you….I love you MOM!

Contemplate...

2006-11-23T23:01:00.000+04:30

"The tragedy is that there are many walking encyclopedias who are living failures"

This phrase appears in the book 'You Can Win ' by Shiv Khera. Do you agree ? Do you think formal education plays no role in success? Is it only about attitude and experience?Or is it that institutions fail to build character and inculcate the right attitude?

Give this a thought....

2006-11-12T21:49:00.000+04:30

When a rose can smile, even with thorns constantly pricking her tenderness,

Why can’t you??

When Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge), herself, is chilling out with her veena,

Why are you breaking your head mugging those incomprehensible equations and unintelligible concepts!!

Water, Air and Fire II

2006-11-09T19:10:00.000+04:30

Here is the next one...Air...the space between heaven and earth...which gave birth to spirit.

AIR

Like the occasional gust of air that brushes against your tender cheeks,
With your eyes shut, as you let your soul get pampered to its peak;
She walks along leaving you mesmerized by her grace and lore,
The bracing breeze or her fleeting look, you are left longing for more.

As the zephyr quivers both the green and ripe leaves, impartially,
She makes a million hearts flutter as she paces past elegantly;
On a typical day, when you least expect something extraordinary,
When the sun shines bright and everything looks merry;
The breeze changes its direction and blows right through your terrace,
She enters your life and you wonder why God is so generous!

Like the breathe enters the flute pores to create melodic symphony,
She pervades your soul to transform your aura in to a mellow harmony;
Just when you get addicted to their enjoyable presence and vitalizing touch,
The tender breeze takes the form of devastating cyclone, wrecking thy life,
No rhyme or reason, she walks away breaking the bond of man and wife;
And you are left wondering why the hell then the breeze blew your way,
Merely to make you realize that, with woman and wind around,
Unpredictability is not far away!

Water, Air and Fire I

2006-11-05T19:21:00.000+04:30

The three mothers of Universe – Water, Air and Fire, considered as the origin of the entire cosmos strikingly resembles woman’s persona. I have attempted to compare their traits one by one. This post is dedicated to water, the creator of Earth.

WATER

Just like the little rivulet, flows down the hillock, bubbling gaily,
The cherubic little girl in her surpasses the impeding pebbles, effortlessly,
As this coy brook shapes into a waterfall, with the sole aim to advance,
The woman in her rises up to face the circumstances that resists her stance,
Triumphing over the trials, as this torrent transforms into a gigantic ocean,
Powerful yet modest, boundless yet in limits, mighty yet full of compassion,
The mother in her assumes such astonishing contrasts with ardent passion.

Life begins in womb as the fluid shields the fetus, blood induces the spirit,
And milk nurtures the baby, all forms of water, revitalizing the teeny bit,
The perfectionist in her creates the flawless combination of beauty and brain,

And she delivers her elite creation, beating the limits of unbearable strain,
The graceful curves, the soulful serenity or the refreshing vivacity,
It’s a delight to admire their traits and get mesmerized in their beauty.

I wonder what God had in his mind, when he created woman,
Strikingly analogous to the aqueous spirit!

Craving Heart

2006-10-23T21:47:00.000+04:30

As I walk along the shore beneath the moonlight radiance, all alone;
My heart craves to reach out and make you all my own;
My innocent soul longs to get intoxicated, drowning in your soft brown eyes;
And the timid me want to surrender in your secure hands tie.
Where are you, my honey?

Watch the rolling ripples, as they drench your sand-soaked feet,
Don’t they deliver my perpetual thirst, just for that one sight;
Listen to the melodious breeze which makes the tall pine tree dance,
Don’t they tell you how you pervade all my trance.
How could you ignore my cal, my sugar?

Like the sight of moon urge the waves to swell in passion,
Your thought makes my heart beat in similar fashion;
Life without you seems like a dreadful nightmare,
Don’t you have few moments for me at spare?
Don’t you miss me the way I miss you, my darling?

Am I?

2006-09-24T17:32:00.000+04:30

Not a bead glistens my eyelashes when I am in intractable trauma,
But can’t stop my surging tears when my hero dies in an onscreen drama;
Am I weird?

I crave and miss my loved one, whom I cannot see,
Is it because he is no longer there for ME?
Am I selfish?

I wish to pull the moon and wrap it around,
I long to get hold of Aladdin’s magic lamp to fulfill my wishes unbound;
Am I immature?

Death scares me, Rejection scoffs at me, Expectations tenses me,
The fear of losing my kith and kin terrifies me;
Am I a coward?

Am I weird, selfish, immature and a coward?
So many negatives huddled in a pod,
Am I a pessimist?

Homosexuals ---- Criminals...Are They??

2006-09-18T22:38:00.000+04:30

Homosexuality...Impending verdict....criminalized victims....raging debates....open letters…misconceptions and controversies…all part of this tabooed issue. The Section 377 of Indian Penal Code states homosexuality as something unnatural and hence criminal. Criminals…huh &#$&…with rapists and perverts roaming scot-free…how can you possibly justify turning otherwise law-abiding citizens into criminals just because they have different sexual preferences — choices that hurt nobody?

Homosexuality is as old as human civilization. The only problem is that views on these issues were proscribed from being voiced. C’mon ours is the land of Kamasutra…what’s wrong in discussing something which always existed. Ignorance…the sole cause of unmanageable rise in AIDS and sexually transmitted diseases. At least things should be favorable with the educated masses…but the condition is no better.

The frustrating part is that this matter is being dealt by a bunch of illiterate crooks in the cabinet that do nothing but shy away from the topic. These decisions should be taken by intelligent minds that can contemplate the sensitivities of the concerned and pass a favorable judgment. Just like some people have different religious preferences (would you punish an atheist for being a nonbeliever?) or career preferences….these guys have different sexual preferences…why can’t we handle them gracefully?

Every individual needs his own personal space and no law can snatch that from him. By the way, how are they going to keep track of who’s doing what? If there is no justification for a law and it is not enforced anyway, then what reason is there for keeping it as part of the Indian Penal Code? Surely, it is much easier to simply abolish it. It is high time homosexuality is legalized. After all, how can one have a society that is liberal in religion, economics, art and culture but prudish in its ideas of homosexuality and lesbianism? Why would we need laws to maintain something that is natural? Are there laws forcing people to eat or sleep? But there is a law forcing people to have sex in a particular way!

Even if this act is decriminalized or even legalized nothing revolutionary is going to happen unless there is public awareness. We cannot argue that law is equal to all…then how is polygamy legal for Muslims? People would question its validity posing quotes from religious scripts stating that it’s unethical. And yet again there would be debates and open letters but no consequences. That’s how India is!!

A Leaf Outta My Personal Diary

2006-09-12T13:53:00.000+04:30

I had nothing to write…Writer’s block…huh….donno…Got tired of addressing serious issues…So something about me!!

I am thinking about:
(Yawn) Whether to brush and then switch on my comp or vice versa (I ended up doing both….simultaneously)

I want:
To go trekking…The climate is perfect…slight drizzles…cool breeze…hillock smeared with greenery…clouds capping the peaks… (A friend rejuvenated my love for trekking…Thnx :>)

I wonder:
How my mom patiently listens to all my weirdo philosophies!

I regret:
About nothing!!

I am:
Short- tempered (cat is out of the bag!)

I like:
Lotta things…sleeping for 10 hours without feeling guilty…Reading Eric Sehgal fictions…Fighting with my friend over silly things and then making up…Listening to “When you say nothing at all” again and again…chatting endlessly over ma favorite coffee…devouring faloodas at C-1…splashing water and playing in poodles…the list is endless!!

I dance:
For myself….without caring whether I look clumsy!

I sing:
All the time…Life is all about music..Isn’t it?

I need:
My cell… (donno where I kept …have been trying since morning to track it…but then its in mute mode…:<)

I cry:
When the stress is insurmountable…very rare.

I laugh:
24/7…I have this silly smile pasted on my face :D

I make:
Decent hakka noodles and tomato soup!

I write:
Religiously…That’s my medium to vent out my frustrations!

I confuse:
Everybody around…I love that puzzled look on their face!

I love:
My family…my friends…my cat…animals in general...(except cockroaches)…my cell…(sounds stereotypical na…but can’t help it)

I miss:
My childhood… every morning mom would run after me with a glass of milk…dress me up…pack my bag… wait to receive me from school…completely pamper me!!

I admire:
Tamil Brahmins…they manage to excel in every thing…academics or performing arts…maybe it’s genetic or their “thair sadam” (curd rice). I am proud to be half-mallu half-tamil…but then I have spent half my life competing with them!

I will:
Gift my mom a cosy penthouse with a big balcony on 17th floor with lotta vegetation around!

I believe:
Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other." (Read this somewhere...so very true)

I feel good:
When my jeans seems to be loose … (even after skipping my yoga exercises)

Coffee Delights

2006-09-09T22:13:00.000+04:30

As the golden rays coyly routes amid my curtain crease,
The softness of early hours seems to hum a soothing piece;
What tempts me away from my quixotic dream,
Is the captivating aroma of my coffee filled till rim;
As I groggily clasp my logo-tagged coffee mug,
The sweet-bitter fragrance gears me up for the worldly tug;
How could I ignore the grandest yet the most tranquil wake-up call,
Which lovingly reminds me that life is a ball.
I love my first COFFEE!!

Vande Mataram...Why the Hype?

2006-09-02T22:11:00.000+04:30

Yet again a trivial issue is hogging the limelight and the political denominations are exploiting the max. Vande Mataram has created a controversial hullabaloo across the country with every form of media exaggerating the debate, whether it should be made compulsory in schools or not. India being a secular country, I believe we should not force people to sing this song if it upsets their sentiments. Moreover force is an objectionable element…Isn’t it? How can the largest democracy of the world support this funda? What do the political parties want to prove by enforcing the so called Hinduism?

I do agree that the song instigates a strange kind of jingoistic patriotic wave…the lyrics are exceptionally beautiful as it describes the pristine beauty of our motherland, but why malign the beauty by creating a controversy? Furthermore why are the political parties so concerned? How many of them can sing Vande Mataram properly? Forget about national song…Can they sing our national anthem correctly? A developing country like ours needs to focus on graver issues like poverty, unemployment, corruption etc. Why create communal dissonance over a petty issue?

Having said that, I don’t endorse the views of Muslim community that Vande Mataram is anti-Muslim. The two stanzas that were approved simply praise the motherland. Don’t you think we do owe our motherland and there’s nothing objectionable in glorifying our land?

Vande maataraM

sujalaaM suphalaaM

malayaja shiitalaaM

sasyashyaamalaaM maataraM

shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM

pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM

suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM

sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM

English Translation

Mother, I bow to thee!

Rich with thy hurrying streams,

bright with orchard gleams,

Cool with thy winds of delight,

Dark fields waving Mother of might,

Mother free.

Glory of moonlight dreams,

Over thy branches and lordly streams,

Clad in thy blossoming trees,

Mother, giver of ease Laughing low and sweet!

Mother I kiss thy feet,

Speaker sweet and low!

Mother, to thee I bow.

What is obnoxious about the lyrics? Eminent patriots like Asfqullah, Maulana Abul Kalam, Abdul Hamid laid down their lives singing vande mataram…A.R.Rahman popularized this beautiful version…Are they not bonafide Muslims? When Hindus open heartedly accepted and epitomized Taj mahal, built by a Muslim, as a national heritage, why can’t they sing Vande Mataram?

The larger issue is why are we blowing this issue out of proportion? Many would start questioning the validity of our national anthem...It’s better to avoid these clashes and focus on solving the real problems. Let’s not succumb under the malicious ‘divide and rule’ policy…What say?

Magical Tears

2006-09-01T19:29:00.000+04:30

Irrepressible emotions inundated her large limpid pools,
Glistening pearls trailed along the brink,
Volcano of passion that encumbered her tender heart
Adulterated this magic fluid with a brackish tang,
As the tiny drops glided down her supple cheeks,
Her heart alleviated, wispy like a gentle feather,
Her spirit composed, regaining back the tranquility,
Vigor rejuvenated to confront the complexities,
Vivacity to struggle and buoyancy to thrive nourished.
What a miraculous tool tears prove to be!
What if God had not created tears!

Women...Are they inferior?

2006-08-21T22:24:00.000+04:30

As the recent Sabarimala controversy continues to rock the country, the priests and women activists anxiously wait for the capricious verdict from the Supreme Court. But what I fail to understand is what is wrong with women entering the holy portal?

The Sabarimala shrine, where women between the ages of 10 and 55 are strictly prohibited, is a shrine to male celibacy. Lord Ayappan is said to be the god of the brahmachari. In that case even married men should not me allowed. If women are allowed into Sabarimala, says the thantri, the entire edifice of the temple will collapse and the very reason for the arduous pilgrimage will be nullified. Under the camouflage of traditions, they want to emphasize that religion is pure and women are dirty. The perverted hatred of woman’s body. Purity….How do you mete this quality? Is purity limited to anatomy? What about integrity of soul? Does that insinuate that men entering the sanctified portal are free of malevolence? Forget the common man, even the so called descendants of God succumb under the pressure of meretricious iniquity.

The deeper question is…Are religions hostile to women? Woman is blessed with the inimitable potential of nurturing a new life in her womb. When the nature itself has bestowed her position next to God, who are we mortals to challenge the decision? This issue is not limited to sabarimala; it extends to day today life as well where womanhood is condemned as sin. In most nuclear families it becomes a period of oppression for the woman when the Ayyappa season begins. The kind of trauma a woman undergoes due to this primitive and distorted belief is not yet being debated. It is a silent scream.

With women attempting revolutionary changes to alter the outlook of society which is primitively male dominated, these religious fallacies prove to be major hurdles. The religions are on collision course with modernity, and unless religions reform themselves, societies will never change. So to change the society we have to instigate people to contemplate, instead of meekly accepting the meaningless customs and traditions. Equality among sexes can achieved only if there is social parity and this can be attained only by changing the mindset of the people.

Silken Strands Of Love

2006-08-13T15:03:00.000+04:30

When bonds are strong and emotions run deep,
Blood-ties turn immaterial and fervent affiliations reap;
Words seem scarce to express my love for you brother,
And hope this liaison retains its glory forever;

Your soulful eyes, dazzling yet coy;
Your cherubic face, that radiates with joy;
Your caring words and priceless advice,
Bro, you are so affectionate, loving and nice;

On this propitious day, as the sun rise and earth bow,
As the birds triumph the sky and exhilaration comes in tow;
I tie you this silken strand to mark my platonic ardor,
And wish you loads of happiness and success in all your endeavors.

Unsaluted Heroes!

2006-08-04T20:24:00.000+04:30

It was an exhausting Thursday. Monotonous lectures had drained me out and I slumped into the comforts of my cushion. I switched on my loyal partner (in crime) and enqueued some of Lata favorites on winnamp. “Aye mere watan ke logon…” Lata’s voice crooned imbibing a nostalgic feel to the jingoistic piece. My mind went through emotional turbulence as always.

Have you ever imagined yourself in the shoes of our altruistic soldier who battles at the border to safeguard our country? 15000 ft above…cold and lonely…chilly winds spanking violently…he crawls up the cruel rugged terrain. It is fear, raw, unalloyed, unrelenting.... and yet he moves, slowly but with determination to fight for the nation. To die for the nation. He scrambles up with the gnawing fear that he may never see his 5 year old daughter again. The sweet little thing with wagging ponytail whose smile lightens up his world…her sparkling eyes…her clinkering giggles… he might not be there for her. It isn’t feared…it’s just a wishful regret. Fear is not in his dictionary. Death is not what matters. What matters to him is the pride of his motherland. Triumphing over obscurity, he proceeds to overpower his tryst with destiny

‘Jab desh mein thi diwali

Vo khel rahe the holi

Jab ham baithe the gharon mein

Vo jhel rahe the goli’

What a noble soul! With this world filled with selfish people and uncertain objectives, our infantrymen strive towards a gallant purpose. ‘What makes them choose armed forces with so many lucrative professions around’…I tried to ponder…Is it the money they are getting from the government... (lol)? Is it the fame which drives them towards this supreme sacrifice? Or is it the pride that one takes in being an Indian? It is nothing but boundless love for motherland

But do our relentless warriors get the honor they deserve? We certainly cannot reimburse the sacrifice but we can at least acknowledge their gallant feat… What say?

Beauty...What is it???

2006-07-27T21:04:00.000+04:30

With the beauty pageants creating superfluous hype and columnists arguing and counter-arguing whether they obliterate preset morality, I tried figure out …What is beauty all about? “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Outside appearance fades, what is important is having a beautiful heart, soul and mind. When one is beautiful inside, it radiates from the outside.”…our views echo with such analogous diplomacy.

But do you think people genuinely believe in this? Then why do every matrimonial ad demand beautiful, slim and fair bride even if the groom is immediate descendant of orang-utan! Fanatical hypocrisy, isn’t it? Do they want life partner or model whom they can show off? These people dream of rare tall, thin, and fair specimens of apparent human perfection which represent the whitewashing of Indian norms of beauty. More importantly, they have begun to play an enormously significant role in the lives of the average Indian woman. The intimidating fact is that even parents want their daughters to look like a glamour doll thereby hurting her morale irrevocably. The only faction benefiting are the beauty product companies which promise unfeasible transformations. This “beauty” philosophy hasn’t spared even the corporate world. Good looks facilitate that critical head-start. Why this prejudice?

We have certain stereotypical perception when we judge beautiful people. We think that beautiful individuals are talented, creative and sensitive; that they have an ability to exert a positive influence on others. Those, who have not so pretty, or absolutely unappealing faces, are usually perceived as people who cannot boast of such qualities and traits – just an instant visual contact is enough to conclude so. Unattractive people are usually perceived as someone unhappy, malcontent, presumptuous, stupid and exhausted with their own lives.

Do you disagree with me…Then tell me how many of us check orkut profiles from our friend’s list without heeding much attention to the photo? It’s nothing but human temperament…Our visual senses are formulated to assess people on basis of superficial factors but our neural senses are rationalized to identify beautiful souls…but who cares to identify? Social consequences of human appearances are enormous…can’t help it…Can we?

Old friends...Only their memories linger behind!

2006-07-22T21:45:00.000+04:30

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. After devouring on delectable pav-bhaji, I grabbed my remote and perplexedly toggled through channels with eyes half closed. I was almost dozing off, when suddenly my phone rang. Tanya was on line. It was almost five years, since we met. We were best friends in school. Bunking P.T. period, playing pranks, gossiping, sharing tiffin, solving worksheets…we did it all together. But then her dad got transferred to Delhi and we departed with promises of regular phone calls and e-mails. Initially we called up every week...then it reduced to once in a month and then only on birthdays. Since last two years we were completely out of touch.

Her call was a pleasant surprise to me. After the initial “hi” s and “how are you” s, we were in complete loss of topics. Promising to meet her at our favorite ice-cream parlor that evening, I slouched back into the comforts of my sofa cushions. My equations with her had changed. We dint share the same kind of liaison. Uncanny void had crept in our relationship.

This made me speculate…Are our relationships governed by distance and time? Is it because our priorities change? Or is it law of life? Are we so selfish that we let go people once we know that they won’t be around anymore? Or is it….out of sight out of mind? Are old memories like compilation of wonderful moments; we recollect, feel nostalgic and then move on? I fail to understand…what is it that undermines the glory of friendship?

Memories seldom fade!

2006-07-16T21:44:00.000+04:30

It was an important day for her. Priya had recently joined a reputed corporate firm. Recognizing her capabilities, her boss had given her opportunity to handle a prestigious presentation, which few freshers even dream of. She was confidence personified, but the magnitude of the assignment sent a quirky uneasiness down her stomach. Brushing away her anxiousness, she once again assured if everything was organized, got into her Santro and switched on her favorite music station.

Scrutinizing all the details of the presentation, she drove smoothly down the lane, when suddenly the radio resonated with “Durr se koi aaye, kahin chupkese wo dil mein sama jaye….saajana...” It bought back elapsed memories. The episode was still fresh in her mind.

Horizons always rocked but this time it was special as it was her final year, last festival of their engineering epoch. STRINGS, her favorite band were performing that night. Completely engrossed, her body swayed in harmony to the music of …Durr... when unintentionally, she stepped on someone’s foot. She turned around to apologize, lo Behold, it was him. For a moment her eyes met his and she could almost hear her heart throbbing in exhilaration. Mortified by his bamboozled look, she turned around right away. She couldn’t believe her eyes, she was seeing him after two years and he hadn’t changed a bit. He looked the same, tall dark handsome with those soft brown eyes which still stared in bafflement. How much she loved him even today! Time and distance truly makes heart go fonder.

The crowd swayed frenziedly and the ardent emotions of the song made her face glow with ecstasy. The song was almost getting over with the guitars strumming raucously and the crowd roaring in complete dissonance. The ambiance was ideal and the mood perfect. She felt she won’t get a better occasion to confess how much she loved him. With her heart thumping hysterically, she turned around only to find him gone. Her eyes searched for him but he had vanished. She felt completely cheated and thwarted. She had lost him again.

The screeching horn of the adjacent Honda city bought her back to reality and she smiled with a glint of regret. The radio crooned Enrique Iglesisas’s Hero. Would she ever find her hero? Wherever he was, she still loved him and she knew he would always occupy that special place in her heart. Brushing away her thoughts, she once again ensured if everything was ready for the presentation. Hmmnn...After all nobody can ever forget their first love.

Giving Away My Daughter

2006-07-13T20:47:00.000+04:30

This is from a father's perspective

She looked stunning, just like her mother. Heavily bordered Kanjeevaram sari, chunky gold ornaments, aromatic jasmine strings adorning her lustrous braid and her cherubic smile enhanced her beauty. It’s my daughter’s wedding today. Caught in turmoil of emotions, my heart felt like lead. My eyes brimmed with tears…tears of joy??...no…they were tears of contentment. She noticed them. I couldn’t escape her questioning eyes. I brushed away the tears and blamed the musky smoke. But she knew the reason and gave an assuring smile.

“Papa, I would never leave u”, she had said when I teasingly remarked that Arun(her fiancee) was waiting.Daughters grow up so fast. I still remember the day when I was handed this little bundle of joy. Deep blue eyes, I affectionately named her Neelakshi. Everything she did amused me. From a naughty toddler to confused adolescent, from Daddy’s little girl to responsible daughter, her growing years were so delightful. Caring daughter, wonderful cook, established writer and an efficient engineer, she is all rolled in one and I am sure she would make a superb wife too. The pride, the satisfaction, the elation bought back my surging tears.

Today, I am giving her away. New place, new relatives and mounting apprehensions, I know my daughter would handle them tactfully. I would miss her.Her absence would haunt me now.

Deep in her childhood memories, I was enjoying the nostalgic feel when suddenly my thoughts were disrupted by the priest chanting… “mangalyam tantunanena mama jivana hethuna kanthe: badhnami subhage! sanjiva sarada: satam ” . Amidst the rhythmic mela-thalam of drums and showers of akshadai, my daughter made a grand entry into the connubial phase. My emotions fiddled between anxieties to thrill, just like the first day of her school when I left her in the classroom among strangers. Then she was a tot, now a woman but she would always remain her Daddy’s little girl!

Shell Shocked...But Mumbai moves on!!

2006-07-12T11:32:00.000+04:30

Utterly stunned and frozen in trepidation, I saw the news of serial bomb blasts. Eight of them, in the first class compartments of the Lifeline of Mumbai…local trains at eight different places, all in western suburbs at peak hours left the entire country scandalized.

My mom works in Santacruz and the news sent a cold jerk down my spine. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening; all I could do was to try contacting her. With mobile lines jammed, landlines dead and heart beat soaring I felt completely helpless. Fortunately, she had taken the previous train and reached home safely. That was a close shave. The turmoil of emotions I went through during those ten minutes, ranging from terror to anxiety, from anticipation to relief is beyond description.

The news channels splashed the bloody sight throughout…from splattered blood stains, severed heads, and limbs to headless torsos, the prospect disgusted me. Humanity???...Does it really exist? What kind of sadistic pleasure do these psycho lunatics derive from such inhumane acts? Do they really know what they want?

Mumbai…I still can’t figure what kind of attitude this city has…whatever be the catastrophe and however intense, it jumps to control the situation to minimize the inconvenience. Locals spontaneously sprang in to help out the victims even before the professional help arrived. This city is nothing but “never say die” attitude personified.

But is it fair that our beautiful city becomes the target of natural calamities and human terrorism recurrently just because we manage emerge out successfully? But whom to blame?

Contrasting Match

2006-07-07T21:05:00.000+04:30

Oh Lord! The sun looked blushingly beautiful,
With the smoldering golden rays adorning her periphery;
Perched bashfully across the firmament, like a daughter dutiful;
She fondly gazed the sea, with hidden adoration deep inside her core.

Oh Lord! The sea looked delightfully angelic,
With green blue hues stretched across the horizon;
He never lost his cool, unruffled and imperturbable forever,
Even when the surging waves tried his tranquility.

When the birds returned to their nests,
And life began to slow down to rest;
She audaciously expressed her undying love,
And he acknowledged his constrained passion.

Against the wishes of the sky seething red,
And the approving sanctity of the moon and stars;
She sunk in the glory of his deep dark ecstasy,
And thus the contrasting match lived happily ever after!

Moments To Cherish

2006-07-06T15:52:00.000+04:30

‘Engineering College’...The most wonderful phase of an engineer’s life. Three years down and one more to go...everything seems like a beautiful dream. The unlimited fun we had is beyond description. The entire experience has been enriching and elevating. Our engineering curriculum is so well designed that it not only provides proficient engineers but also efficient managers. C’mon who else can complete six technical subjects with twelve chapters each within a span of two weeks and still manage to clear with a decent first class! Isn’t that incredible! Precise time management, expert in meeting deadlines, unruffled even in extreme stress and competent in technical skills….That’s a preview of an engineer…Where else can you find a better professional?

The biggest mystery of engineering…Lectures…I still don’t know why are they conducted...probably for the stipulated 75% attendance…lol…we too manage to grace the occasion for the same. But we can’t afford to waste our time…so we do utilize it in some fruitful activities like mugging up wordlists, solving aptitude papers, completing journals and assignments…c’mon we are sincerity personified…ahem… at least sometimes! Occasionally we do indulge in throwing chalks or paper balls on the front bench geeks …if the professor is lenient enough.

Now the most important aspect….Friends, without them we could have never survived. As far as my experience goes, I have met some of the most wonderful people in RAIT.Different backgrounds, varied personalities, distinctive perspectives….I had the opportunity to interact with all kinds and it in turn broadened my spectrum of perception. Politics to career, current affairs to relationships, we discussed and analyzed all of them over samosas and coffee. Those comforting words after heart breaks and over-night analyses on what went wrong….be it exam results or relationships...they were there when we needed them the most. Lord! Life wouldn’t be so beautiful without them.

College Fest…be it IEEE techfest or HORIZONS…these were the only occasions when displayed our genuineness and sincerity towards work. Team spirit and hard work, we always managed to put a successful show inspite of internal politics.
Engineering has been a wonderful experience…full of mixed emotions…truly class apart and just a year left…hmmnn…feeling nostalgic. Uhh...why can’t engineering be eight years long!

Mumbaikars Rude? $@#&

2006-06-29T17:40:00.000+04:30

MUMBAI is the rudest city in the world as per the survey conducted by the Reader’s Digest across 35 cities round the globe. What the hell…Mumbai and rude??? How do you define offensive, discourteous manners? Opening doors for guests, picking up papers, thanking and apologizing for every petty thing…Are these the sole parameters to measure the so called “polite” factor??

Yes, it is true that people here mind their own business. Poking nose in others affairs is considered an offence here, but this is often misinterpreted as being rude. With the insurmountable stress, you cannot expect people to be gracious consistently. Don’t you think the parameters on which a city is to be graded as rude or polite should be a bit mature?

The city is considered to be the safest city for women. This is because people here have
the right attitude towards women and appreciate her job responsibilities which requires her to stay outside even till late hours. People from nook and corners of our country carve a niche for themselves in this city which welcomes everyone with a big heart. If not for the city’s polite attitude, it would have been impossible for people from varied culture, traditions to live in harmony.

Every city has its own charm and Mumbai is no exceptions. The typical bambaiya dialect depicts our “take it easy” outlook towards life. Just because we don’t say “aap” while addressing people doesn’t mean we are rude.

How could we forget the recent “26th July” catastrophe? Without the timely help of the good Samaritans how could have Mumbai reeled out of this calamity?

C’mon guys, I don’t think Mumbai is rude…Do You???

Observing People

2006-06-26T13:13:00.000+04:30

Yesterday I happened to travel alone, while coming back home from classes. The bus was heavily crammed. Fortunately I got some room to balance myself against the bumpy roads, thanks to the recent downpour. I slowly relaxed resting my weight against the taut support of the pole. I kind of loved this position as it gave me the liberty to do what I enjoy doing, scrutinize people. Though it is discourteous to stare at people, I managed to do it somehow. This time my eyes were stuck on two women, sitting rite in front of me. Contrasting personalities they were indeed!

The woman occupying the window seat appeared to belong from the laborer class. Her dark dehydrated skin spelled the effects of the scorching sun she slogged under. Her craggy wrinkled face spoke about the adversities she had overcome. Her deep brown eyes depicted her dream to secure her kid’s future and confidence to accomplish her aspirations. The crease on her temples revealed the heavy burden of loans she carried on her fragile shoulders. The bright crimson kum-kum on her partially silvered locks showed the love and devotion she still had for her drunkard husband. Inspite of her distressing plight, she had a calm cherubic aura around her. She seemed to enjoy the cool breeze grazing her cheeks. She had learnt to enjoy life come what may.

Now my focus shifted on the lady sitting right beside her. Elegantly dressed, soft blue eyes, fair satin smooth skin, rosy pink cheeks, she posed a pleasant picture. Her slender manicured hands were adorned with dozens of bright green bangles; I suppose she was newly married. Her beautiful almond shaped eyes twinkled every time she bashfully smiled at her hubby. They revealed her dreams of a lovely happy family.

If you observe, both the women had some or other dream to have a happy future ahead. Life is all about dreams and aspirations and working towards them. So dream fearlessly...let your dreams touch the sky and stars!!!

Do we have time to stand and stare?

2006-06-23T17:41:00.000+04:30

Have you ever gazed the magnificent sky above? Where is the time...would be your answer!! But do try it once and you would agree...It is indeed a priceless beauty!

The dawn breaks and the golden sky look so cherubic with the rising sun imparting a blushing hue. It looks just like an artist's modern art with rich colors splashed all over. The tiny docile birds soaring across the blue look as if they are ready to triumph over the bravura. The snow white clouds hovering above create an illusion of the snow-world. How I wish, I could reach out and feel the texture just to know whether it was satin smooth or velvet pliable!

The dusk sinks in and the bashful sun repeats the shimmering effect. The pale moon rises across the horizon ready to begin its night life. The glittering multitude of stars appear like precious diamonds dangling in void...breathtakingly beautiful.The slowly swaying pine trees and the wish-wosh murmur of the waves adds to the tranquility.How can you afford to miss this!!!!

My Indian Woman

2006-06-20T00:08:00.000+04:30

Smartly clad in lemon yellow kurti and subtle blue jeans,
Kicking away the hurdles and accomplishing her goals by all means,
There goes my Indian woman;

Ready to confront the challenges that every dawn brings along,
Firmly rooting her name in this man’s world, she walks with her heart singing a song,
There goes my Indian woman;

Beautiful she is, angelic kohl-lined eyes, articulately chiseled face,
Delicately sculpted figure and attitude to match the pace,
Every man’s dream woman she is!
There goes my Indian woman;

Auto rickshaws to space crafts, managing house to ruling country,
Local sports to Olympic, fighting with her husband to fighting for the country,
She does it all with elegance,
There goes my Indian woman;

Modesty unlimited, humility unlimited,
Patience unlimited, love unlimited,
She rows her boat through deadliest hurricanes, smiling through her tears,
Gosh…I wonder is she for real!!
There goes my Indian woman.

Simple Pleasures Of Life

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The blazing red tentacles of the morning sun spread across the crimson sky,
Or the delicate little butterfly which seems just out of dye;

Long green leaves basking the glory of the pearly dews,
Or the soothing calm breeze grazing tender cheeks blew;

Whispering sweet nothings while cuddling up in soft cushions with him,
Or getting elated over a surprise candle-light dinner with all lights dim;

Rains pounding on the roof-tops with a cup of hot chocolate coffee,
Or the smile brightening your kid bro’s face when u hand him his favorite toffee;

The moment eyes gets filled with tears after a big laugh,
Or digging the scoops of heavenly tender coconut breaking it in half;

Feeling on the top of world when your crush gives that very occasional endearing smile,
Or driving on a calm road with your sweet heart for a mile;

Gobbling up hot vada-pavs with spicy mint chutney and tangy panipuri balls,
Or eyeing greedily at the Brijwasi parathas and mouthwatering falooda at the C1 mall;

Dancing as if there is no tomorrow on the Horizon night,
Or hanging out with friends to discuss nation’s latest plight;

Let our feet get buried under encroaching waves and warm sand,
Or imagining a day with some hottie at a desolated island;

Sinking in mom’s lap and soaking out all stress,
Or buying lovely flower strings for your sis’s long tress;

Getting hug from someone you love and care the most,
Or anticipating the school reunion to meet your long-lost dost;

Gazing at the star-studded night and look forward to see a shooting star to make a wish,
Or feeling blissfully sublime when mom plants on your cheeks a goodnight kiss.