I like one thing about staying in IIT during holidays. You get a lot of time to yourself. So while one of my friends made himself CAD car models, another one got busy completing NFS, and I started reading Marx. And getting bored (which was really obvious), I turned to Dhobi Ghat. The movie left me so incomplete, touching a chord and then leaving it twiddling, I felt cheated. So after a while, I started watching it again. And then once more, till I couldn’t hold Yasmin’s dead body, or all the broken hearts any longer. So I switched it off, and tried to distract myself. But Shai’s last tear kept coming to my head, and I couldn’t fool myself any more. I had to write this.
Just to spend some more time with them.
I just can’t find where to start from. From that innocent touching of fingers, when Shia showed her photographs, or Arun’s heartbreak at the third letter? Perhaps the best is which the director chose. From the three letters, so contrasting Arun’s life. Yasmin meets Arun, when he is a loner, and she is a colorful young woman. And Arun finds himself again, a completely different, considerate person. An innocent love starts to bubble in his misery, a love from beyond. He walks the space she had walked on, breathes the air she lived in. But he is not destined to be so lucky. The love story ends how it started, in the last letter. And he was left to collect the memoirs, the souvenirs, of the woman he loved, but couldn't know. I don’t think he ever let go of the locket. And I don’t think I want to know. It might decide things for Shai, and how that last tear of her finally gets to roll. Such a beautiful person, so full of hope, of courage, compassion. And she finds herself in that beautiful bond, that sacred worship, with the person she loves, on the very first night.. I am so glad she got the address in the end. Even if it meant the end of the world for Munna. He did love her dearly, and it was pure. But all that was left with him was he memories, and the hope, that she would be happy where he sent her. And the job, which I hope he got. And for Arun too, I hope it turns out a new leaf in his book, for him and for Shai. And for Munna.
For them, I hope it does finish well…..
March 10, 2011
My experiments with bird watching
Reading the title one can very easily understand that I am no fan of Gandhi. So I don’t have any revocations about using Gandhi’s only book and modifying the title to such a level. Also, for a few innocent species let me clarify that birds don’t refer to the class aves either. Meaning of ‘birds’ can only be understood by someone who has spent two years of his precious teenage reading Heisenburg’s Principle and Schrodinger’s equation. If someone still doesn’t understand it refers to the clan of girls.
Being in IIT is a great feeling (at least for the first month or so). But coming to a metro is another things that really gets the guys from far off excited enough. On my first day when I was going for registration towards IIT Delhi, located in a strangely called area “Hauz Khaz”, I saw the first memorable “bird-sight” in almost two years. It wasn’t like girls were absent in my city or they weren’t visible, I just never gave a damn about them (May be they didn’t try enough so that I get induced to at least give a damn).
But what studies can make you miss, you don’t realize until you miss the studies. (Isn’t this the same all of them say about love??? I guess it’s common with any intense feeling). Later in the next few days, I came across a lot of members from the clan, a few of them were recognized easily while a few forced me to take another look. I was happy to glare at them, turn back if they pass me by in the opposite direction or just sit somewhere still wearing my black sunglasses (they don’t really let anyone know where you are staring).
It was going on and on until a couple of days when I was on an auto rickshaw, and a girl with the mazimal amount of minimality passed by. I did not notice as I was listening to the Evanescence Song –“My Immortal” (It happens so very often that this song has become one of my all time favorites). Anyways…. Where was I??? yeah… then I saw the auto wale ‘bhaiya’ take his neck out of the auto and stared that ‘girl’ . Even I glanced at the bhaiya’s glance but then started looking straight. He tried to match the speed of the Black Honda Civic she was sitting in but his delight was limited to the blinking seconds on the red light.
Bhaiya stayed silent for a moment and he somewhere knew what I might be thinking. Then he asked – “ Naye ho kya delhi me? ” . I was surprised and said – “haan, abhi college join kiya hai…” Then he told me that “ Aji, tank me gas dekhne ke bahane mud ke neeche dekh lete hain…. Kisi ko ab kya pata chalta hai” and he added-“Delhi me reh ke in nazaaron ka mazza nahin liya to kya kiya?” which translates to –“ You have done nothing if you have missed the pleasure of these sights” . In a way I thought the same about Delhi but I was not interested in sights alone. I wanted someone close may be, but the words of that bhaiya made me go into deep introspection. I was in a dilemma. Have I become a pervert? Or am I the wanna be cassanova? Who am I? Is this what the decent guys are supposed to do? The thought remained with me the whole night. That day I proudly proclaimed that this is the very obvious thing to do for a tortured-self-deprived-introvert to do (I am referring to what I became during those two years), and forgave myself. Then I started making resolutions..
Making resolutions is never difficult but keeping them is (If I go on and draw the probability curve for the resolutions on the x axis and the success as a binary number on y axis, I see the graph is a constant y= 0 with negligible dots at y=1) but anyways, we always are taught to start afresh and forget what we did. Next day was a real test- A group of girls with a light reflection from the purple and the blue sides of spectrum and definitely a bright reflection of the ‘skin’ color (Dont worry, I didnt break my resolution, my friend told me all this) were at some 20 meters or so and were moving closer and closer. I was like walking with my head down and as the distance became smaller and smaller, I could not resist it so I had to close my eyes and stay there till I heard some feminine voices walk by and laugh and ultimately the sounds faded away. (This was the most practical application of Doppler’s Effect I ever encountered in my life).
I realized after two weeks that I have overcome my tendencies and need not look down or close my eyes to ignore those ‘nazaares’. I was happy because now I realized staring at something doesn’t make you get it , it just makes you repent that you just stared. I am not yet brave enough to go beyond gazing with my eyes wide open and talking to those angels walking on earth who would be perfect for anyone to be with all night long (For the people I can now safely call perverts, I am talking here about dreams) .
I feel better now cause I am a person with high morals and that is what counts. But I have realized that high morales don’t really help one achieve a high reputation. So all my friends started passing a common comment – “koi na Rohan …samajh gaye hum…. Ab to sab legal hai … chill mar!!!” But it turned out to be a week's euphoria among them and they turned normal in a week..
I did with birds what Gandhi did with truth …. Whether anyone likes it or not …
Being in IIT is a great feeling (at least for the first month or so). But coming to a metro is another things that really gets the guys from far off excited enough. On my first day when I was going for registration towards IIT Delhi, located in a strangely called area “Hauz Khaz”, I saw the first memorable “bird-sight” in almost two years. It wasn’t like girls were absent in my city or they weren’t visible, I just never gave a damn about them (May be they didn’t try enough so that I get induced to at least give a damn).
But what studies can make you miss, you don’t realize until you miss the studies. (Isn’t this the same all of them say about love??? I guess it’s common with any intense feeling). Later in the next few days, I came across a lot of members from the clan, a few of them were recognized easily while a few forced me to take another look. I was happy to glare at them, turn back if they pass me by in the opposite direction or just sit somewhere still wearing my black sunglasses (they don’t really let anyone know where you are staring).
It was going on and on until a couple of days when I was on an auto rickshaw, and a girl with the mazimal amount of minimality passed by. I did not notice as I was listening to the Evanescence Song –“My Immortal” (It happens so very often that this song has become one of my all time favorites). Anyways…. Where was I??? yeah… then I saw the auto wale ‘bhaiya’ take his neck out of the auto and stared that ‘girl’ . Even I glanced at the bhaiya’s glance but then started looking straight. He tried to match the speed of the Black Honda Civic she was sitting in but his delight was limited to the blinking seconds on the red light.
Bhaiya stayed silent for a moment and he somewhere knew what I might be thinking. Then he asked – “ Naye ho kya delhi me? ” . I was surprised and said – “haan, abhi college join kiya hai…” Then he told me that “ Aji, tank me gas dekhne ke bahane mud ke neeche dekh lete hain…. Kisi ko ab kya pata chalta hai” and he added-“Delhi me reh ke in nazaaron ka mazza nahin liya to kya kiya?” which translates to –“ You have done nothing if you have missed the pleasure of these sights” . In a way I thought the same about Delhi but I was not interested in sights alone. I wanted someone close may be, but the words of that bhaiya made me go into deep introspection. I was in a dilemma. Have I become a pervert? Or am I the wanna be cassanova? Who am I? Is this what the decent guys are supposed to do? The thought remained with me the whole night. That day I proudly proclaimed that this is the very obvious thing to do for a tortured-self-deprived-introvert to do (I am referring to what I became during those two years), and forgave myself. Then I started making resolutions..
Making resolutions is never difficult but keeping them is (If I go on and draw the probability curve for the resolutions on the x axis and the success as a binary number on y axis, I see the graph is a constant y= 0 with negligible dots at y=1) but anyways, we always are taught to start afresh and forget what we did. Next day was a real test- A group of girls with a light reflection from the purple and the blue sides of spectrum and definitely a bright reflection of the ‘skin’ color (Dont worry, I didnt break my resolution, my friend told me all this) were at some 20 meters or so and were moving closer and closer. I was like walking with my head down and as the distance became smaller and smaller, I could not resist it so I had to close my eyes and stay there till I heard some feminine voices walk by and laugh and ultimately the sounds faded away. (This was the most practical application of Doppler’s Effect I ever encountered in my life).
I realized after two weeks that I have overcome my tendencies and need not look down or close my eyes to ignore those ‘nazaares’. I was happy because now I realized staring at something doesn’t make you get it , it just makes you repent that you just stared. I am not yet brave enough to go beyond gazing with my eyes wide open and talking to those angels walking on earth who would be perfect for anyone to be with all night long (For the people I can now safely call perverts, I am talking here about dreams) .
I feel better now cause I am a person with high morals and that is what counts. But I have realized that high morales don’t really help one achieve a high reputation. So all my friends started passing a common comment – “koi na Rohan …samajh gaye hum…. Ab to sab legal hai … chill mar!!!” But it turned out to be a week's euphoria among them and they turned normal in a week..
I did with birds what Gandhi did with truth …. Whether anyone likes it or not …
February 16, 2011
A Travesty
Fifteen years have passed, but I still get that feeling. That feeling of anxiety, of nervousness. That shifting of legs, that speechlessness. I try to overcome, to just say as I wanted to say, to express myself the best, but I still fail today.
Fifteen years have passed, since I first held you. I still cannot forget the sweaty hands, that slippery touch. I still remember that rustle , that beating of hearts, that blank mind. Every time I hold you, oh, how you arouse my spirits. I try to be perfect; I plan days ahead for our
short dates. Even though you mock me, you tease me, (and you never realised how you harm my self esteem!), I still value my time with you. So much that every second the close comes nearer, I whine. I cry. The feeling of lose, that of shame, of self-disgust. I don’t know when it will leave me. I wish to conquer your arrogance, crush your ego. I wish to trample upon your self-esteem, so I could at last get hold of you. But I never could. Not in the countless times I met you. Never in your face, never behind your back. I know I tried, but you still evade me.
Fifteen Years have passed, since I first joined school. Fifteen years have passed since I first gave exams. But they still mock me. In my face.
Fifteen years have passed. So have countless exams. But I still hate them...
Fifteen years have passed, since I first held you. I still cannot forget the sweaty hands, that slippery touch. I still remember that rustle , that beating of hearts, that blank mind. Every time I hold you, oh, how you arouse my spirits. I try to be perfect; I plan days ahead for our
short dates. Even though you mock me, you tease me, (and you never realised how you harm my self esteem!), I still value my time with you. So much that every second the close comes nearer, I whine. I cry. The feeling of lose, that of shame, of self-disgust. I don’t know when it will leave me. I wish to conquer your arrogance, crush your ego. I wish to trample upon your self-esteem, so I could at last get hold of you. But I never could. Not in the countless times I met you. Never in your face, never behind your back. I know I tried, but you still evade me.
Fifteen Years have passed, since I first joined school. Fifteen years have passed since I first gave exams. But they still mock me. In my face.
Fifteen years have passed. So have countless exams. But I still hate them...
November 6, 2010
A Beautiful Heart
An angel a marvel a soul divine
A messenger of happiness,
My eternal sunshine.
I glow with pride, I shimmer with joy
I am luckiest alive, come listen ahoy!
She takes the toil but makes me smile,
My guardian spirit, my guiding line,
So magical, so smart, such beauty such grace,
Wondering I look and see god in her face.
Harbinger of happiness, so serene and so calm
I don’t have no words how to thank you oh mom!
For caring for laughing, those moments of love
The selfless dedication, your hand up above
Not the best son I am and I know I admit,
i'm flawed i know but you never stopped to care
(thank you for being there when I had erred)
And you were so kind and i am so blessed
All I can do is thank you and thank you and thank you!
A messenger of happiness,
My eternal sunshine.
I glow with pride, I shimmer with joy
I am luckiest alive, come listen ahoy!
She takes the toil but makes me smile,
My guardian spirit, my guiding line,
So magical, so smart, such beauty such grace,
Wondering I look and see god in her face.
Harbinger of happiness, so serene and so calm
I don’t have no words how to thank you oh mom!
For caring for laughing, those moments of love
The selfless dedication, your hand up above
Not the best son I am and I know I admit,
i'm flawed i know but you never stopped to care
(thank you for being there when I had erred)
And you were so kind and i am so blessed
All I can do is thank you and thank you and thank you!
April 6, 2010
Shoaiania announce reality show to look for Qazi-cum-bodyguard
Published post:-http://www.newsthatmattersnot.com/2010/04/shoaiania-announce-reality-show-to-look.html
Hyderabad:
Hyderabad:
The couple has announced bizarre eligibility criteria for the show. It seems they are more interested in proficiency in martial arts than clerical perfection. “Everyone can recite the verses and follow the procedure. What we really want is that the person has perfect fighting skills, considering the fact that he might have to tackle the Vishwa Hindu Parishad, Bajrang Dal, Shiv Sena, Ram Sena, etc,” explained Shoaib.
The bride-to-be is also expecting some threat from Ayesha who was Shoaib's wife in his last birth. Sources close to Shoaib revealed that Sania was terrified of Aayesha's size and that is why she isn’t ready to hold any negotiations with her. "What if they get into a fight and Aayesha falls on her? Being an international sportswoman, Sania needs to keep fit,” says the unidentified source. Apparently, Shoaib is also scared of her for the very same reason. The couple also plan to keep the Qazi as their bodyguard for the rest of their married life.
The format of the show is yet to be officially announced, but the couple gave hints on putting the participants in a pit and sending wild dogs after them. “We watched video footage of how the Senas usually act, and then made a strategy and reached to this conclusion. We are also planning to have a round on bomb defusing if the Taliban’s format is also approved," said Sania.
The show is said to be starting in a couple of days worldwide, considering the short time available for choices. Meanwhile, the VHP, who said there was underworld involved in the marriage, have now termed the show also as “underworld recruitment”.
“I am going to compete on the show! Sania memsaab is so good to have considered this show necessary," said Pahlwan Panja Vijeta, from Bhagoda Akhara. The show is also generating interest in Japan, and many sumo wrestlers are said to have tried to board the plane to india. Of course, they got struck at the door itself. Recently evicted from WWE, Shawn Michaels is also thinking of trying out. "This might be a good retirement for him, being Sania's ‘bodygaurd’ and living in Dubai”, his friend Triple H said. But Shawn has denied such reports.
March 8, 2010
SOLITUDE
(my first lame attempt at poetry)
I chose my shadow as my partner
My lone comrade , my friendly harbor
Who walked by me, in pain and sorrow
Knows my previous, today and morrow
Stood by me, against the world
Even with me wrong,
It believed my word
Consoled me in my despair
“you aint alone, oh you hear?”
It laughed with me
But not coyly
And took my pain
Unlike people humane
Who could feign if they like
and behind your back strike
that aint friend, that’s a foe
and the world’s like that
for all I know.
The belief fortifies
And grows the despise
Towards humans
And grows the affection
Towards my solitude
Then came the night
All got of sight
I searched for my harbor
My shadow, my partner
There was none
It was also gone
I consoled my heart
That we were only the night apart
Everyone needs time alone
Only so my shadow had gone
But don’t people need time too?
Even they need space, yes they do!
And it struck me out of the blue
It wasn’t them,
It was me wanting thinking anew
As I realize this
I look around
Loneliness dies
And my first friend
Wasn’t far away
Fare thee well my solitude
i am better with my friends now I say..
February 16, 2010
BABAS REVOLT! PLAN TO SUE CHANNELS!
They say that all babas are equal in front of the Constitution and so their self-proclaimed godmanship should be recognised officially. Baba Virmal Dev is new on the circuit, and thats why the fact that he has got a full show in his name is troubling the association.
A baba takes a group photo of naga babas. He was heard saying, "Smile Comrade, You will be the next God"
Inner sources have however revealed that the babas were approached by the channels individually and promised to be given the contract, but they refused later. "The channel's production company has signed a contract with me that they would take me as the next God after the current one retires. But now they have made the new kid Virmal as the God. Other babas have also gone through similar fates," said a baba who hosts the popular Ayurveda show Dawaa kam daru zyaada.
However he is not ready to share more on the contract with NTMN readers . “That might create problems with the Income Tax department, though I do have followers there." Another Baba reiterated the same lines. “I am much more older and experienced than this Virmal. I started my shows on channel 20 years ago, he came just a year ago. It should purely be a merit-based system.”
Baba Kaju-Katli claims big corruption money is involved. “The channel company has been paid huge amounts by Baba Virmal. We ask for equal status for all babas in India. After all, we don’t have 2 crore Gods without a valid reason." On being asked the next step of the saints, he said they are going to file a PIL asking for recognition of their self-proclaimed godmanship by the channels. They also plan to sue the channels for defamation. Exactly how they were defamed, they refused to tell. “This is a legal matter. I can't comment on it”, said a baba.
On the other hand, the owners of the channels have denied all accusations. They said they treated all babas as equal, and only the best one won. “We invited bids for this particular post. The highest bidder won. That’s all fair.” On being asked about the contracts some babas claimed to have signed, they all disagreed on any such signings. “We never signed any contracts. The bids were invited in the intra-channel circulation papers.” On their legal stance, they said they will wait and watch.
Baba Virmal was unavailable for comments. The peon at his bungalow in Bandra, Mumbai said the saint had gone to see Ajmal Kasab in jail.
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