Friday, June 19, 2009

My treasure....

Life , for me has always been a mystery. I wandered aimless through the school corridors, filled up with people - yet seeming empty to me. I wandered as I knew there has to be some reason - something had to be discovered. I wandered in search of an aim.
Days changed to months and months changed to years. And when 20 years went by, I finally found it- I found what I was looking for. I found what any fellow being on this earth craves for. By the age of 21 I had the most valuable thing - I had found "Friends".
With A, B, C and S - compact discs full of care and fun, I lost count of my University days. We had all the fun in the world and we fought no less than brave warriors with each other. Days of joy, sadness, difficulties,exams, excitement - we spent them all . It was a truly girls gang - " Hum Paanch " as we called it in Hindi. There were endless pajama parties , friday nights , lazy weekends, grumpy weekdays that we spent together. More than 1000 days when we wished each other "good night" (in the mornings we met only after class as C n I we practically rushed to our respective classes ). And I practically attended all classes thanks to A who is a morning person unlike me.
Years passed by with jet speed and within no time three of us were in the final year of graduation - A, S, n me . Among all the stress of final exams and the excitement of ' el futuro' there was one more thing - the day to depart was near. We had shared a deep bond and we grew up together. But little had we thought about departing. Of course we will always be in touch n meet now n then . But the days spent in this hostel - are never to come back.
As always one thing is left permantly with us- the memory. When I think back about this time , this "yesterday" , I wish there was more to it. I wish I could have spent some more time together. The silly fights we had - may be I could undo them . May be I could mutiply the fun ? And may be ............ the list is unending.
The need of the unending list of possibilities arises only when a person cares enough. The need arises when the cause is important enough to be thought about, to be treasured for.
Today with yesterday in my dreams and tomorrow at the door-step, I am proud to announce that I am the wealthiest person in the world with the greatest gift of all - my friends , my treasure.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Carnival on nevsky 2009: part 2

Part 1 of the post is here

A group of elegantly dressed dancers. Each one of them was well versed in their skills despite their age.

Age was no barrier for enjoyment, as proved by the devil .(I am not sure if she wears Prada, though)

Happy hour :)

The "Peterburgsti" were all dressed up in their funky carnival clothes. Nevsky street had more shades of colors than the Hermitage State Museum !

.....The main concert in Palace square.

A group of ghosts entertaining the mob.

A lost traveller looking for his wife. :D He looked happy and was in no hurry to find her.A marvellous act full of emotions, story and balance. The performers were just supported by those flexible sticks.
A nice way of interaction with the audience. Now, this is what I call "live" concert!

The artists were great , so was the decoration. But the heart of this ceremony were the People of St. Petersburg. Peterburgski surely know how to enjoy even in the face of the present crisis. And why shouldn't they, after all they are the citizens of Russia - The land of Possibility.

Carnival on nevsky 2009 Part 1

On 27th May 2009, the city of St. Petersburg, Russia celebrated its 306th birthday. This occasion was celebrated in the form of a carnival on the 30th and 31st of May. I was lucky to witness the great event and had no regrets of missing one days study. Here's a photo tour of the Nevsky street ........

....... We stepped out of Metro Nevsky Prospect to dive in the big crowd and walked towards Palace square .

On Nevsky, 5 concerts and 7 theatrical squares were organised . This one was hosted by the kids for the kids.

All over the street in front of Kazans Cathedral, posed a group of beautifully dressed artists with unique expressions. They stood undeterred by the hot summer sun.

'Devushki' enjoyed posing with the brilliant artists.
Kazan's Cathedral - as seen from the cafe inside the famous "House of Books " {Dom Knigi}.
Without doubt , Dom Knigi has the best collection of books I have ever seen under one roof!

The artists started walking towards the Palace square for the main ceremony ...

..............................................At the palace square ,to be continued.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Tag -3 (Phew!)

Stillness Speaks and Wanda, heres my tag reply :) :).....

8 things I am looking forward to:
1) Becoming a good doctor.
2) Learning to play a guitar.
3) Making full and just use of my potentials.
4) Taking things easy sometimes.
5) Revising my textbooks properly till June.
6) Jogging regularly this summer.
7) Learning swimming.
8) To graduate this summer :D

8 things I wish I could do:

1) Be at home right now.
2) Cure cancer.
3) Write a book in the next decade. (I have this one in common with Stillness Speaks)
4) Find out how life was formed.
5) Stop terrorism . I would have said "world peace" in a beauty pageant ;)
6) Be the best at whatever I do.
7) Meet my soul mate. ( Again, share another "would like to " with Stillness Speaks.)
8) Step on the moon.

8 shows I have enjoyed watching:
(Changed this one a bit, I hope its ok.

1) House MD (currently watching)
2) F.R.I.E.N.D.S (its THE best thing that happened in the history of television shows.)
3) Office (US)
4) I dream of jeanie
5) Small wonder
6) Bewitched
7) FIR (great Haryanavi accent by Ms. Chautala)
8) Khichdi

8 things I did yesterday:

1) Made notes for future reference.
2) Read Anatomy.
3) Played Chess and clicked some cool snaps while waiting eagerly for the professor to show up. (He showed up to say "See you tomorrow").
4) Went Shopping for provisions.
Took a walk with friends.
5) Prayed and thanked God in the evening.
6) Replied to 2 tags :) and I have started liking it now
7) Ate pancakes, soup and pizza and forgot about the calories
8) Watched an episode of House MD

My 2nd Tag!

Last week ani_aset tagged me . Its rather delayed, but these are 25 random things about me.......

1) I hate carbonated drinks.
2) Recently I developed a sweet tooth.
3) I love the rain.
4) I adore the smell of first rain .
5)I love to look at dew drops in the morning.
6) I prefer clear winters to sweaty summers.
7)I love to cook, though not a pro.
8)I have an annoyingly strong sense of olfaction. I can smell EVERYTHING.(Its bad when in buses n public places.)
9)I dont like to share my books. I dont like the pages stained or folded.
10) Red is my favorite color now. Last year I liked blue and previously, pink.
11)I adore colors and love to see the effect of different color combinations.
12) I love old Hindi movies, hollywood action and comedy movies .
13) Madhubala is my favorite actress.
14) Amitabh Bacchan is my favorite Hindi actor, in the leading role.
15) Mohd. Rafiji and Ashatai Bhosle are my all time favorite singers.
16) I love to observe paintings for hours. (My friends hate it at the museums)
17)I love to travel.
18)Favorite classic : Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy.
19)I love to watch the stars while falling asleep .
20)I love to paint.
21)If given a chance I would like to change all the unfair things in the world.
22)Favorite sweet (Mithai) Kaju Katri.
23)I love to bake cakes.
24)Favorite dish Baingan ka bharta(Egg plant)
25)I prefer vegetables over meat (if the veggies are fresh, tasty and properly cooked.)
Hope I havnt repeated anything from the last tag.
And I would like to tag :


Sunday, April 19, 2009

Fancy a smoke? Meet Tom.................

"A Cigarette ......what can a small cigarette do? Just try it once.How will you know how it feels like until you actually experience smoking once?" asked Jerry.
Tom took a look at the cigarette, it looked so tempting! Jerry had assured him that a puff or two would make him forget all the tensions from school. And girls liked guys who smoked! "But if it's so cool why did Mom warn me against it?" asked Tom .
By now Jerry was getting annoyed. He gave it a last shot, "Don't be such a baby! If it was so bad, all of us wouldn't have done it."
Tom thought , 'Big deal I try once and go home, Mom won't even know. And I am 13 now- a big boy! If I can go to school alone, I can do anything! Plus I dont want these bullies to laugh at me and call me a coward.'
So he held a cigarette in his hands. It had a fancy paper feel and was open from the other side . He could see some leaf like particles inside through the open end....

"Go ahead, try it" said Jerry. That was Tom's first cigarette.But not the last one..........

10 years later, Tom was smoking 2 packs a day! He was a healthy guy, except for the short lasting episodes of dry cough and a slight breathlessness. But who doesn't cough once or twice a day? He had a girlfriend, Lena - a wonderful girl. She loved him and liked him a lot except for his smoking. He didn't really understand why she kept bugging him about quitting. 'Why doesnt she understand that being a bussinessman is a stressful thing, I cant quit now.' - He thought .
Lena was a surgeon at the Princeton -Plainsborough University Hospital. She loved Tom. She had known him for quite some time now, and would have loved to settle down with him. But when he proposed last month, she said no . She wanted him to quit smoking, and was trying her level best . She had even registered him for rehab sessions in the university hospital -but he never went. She tried explaining to him what he was doing to himself and his body by smoking, how smoking would affect his future life.....but Tom never paid heed to her warnings. He always found reasons to puff on the cigarette.
What Tom didn't know was that a cigarette contains a lot of poisonous substances. A cigarette in Tom's hand actually contained all the toxic substances he encountered in his day-to-day life.

About seven years later, after Lena and Tom had settled down - they had a sweet little angel Michelle . The presence of Michelle made Lena forget her worries about Tom. Lena never succeded in making Tom quit. She talked to Micehlle and loved it when she started toddling . But Lena was always worried about Michelle, she didnt want her to be a passive smoker. It was bad enough that last month Tom's chest X-ray film had shown some emphysematous changes - his lungs had started giving up. She knew what it meant. Emphysema was irreversible. Tom's lungs had started lossing their normal structure. The air spaces had puffed up and were no more elastic. His lungs were not taking part in normal breathing - inflated like a baloon!
Just yesterday she had visited an autopsy at the hospitals Pathology department. When she inspected the body's lungs, she was horrified - Tom's lungs probably looked the same!

Meanwhile, Tom hadnt ceased smoking. He had been diagnosed with "Chronic Bronchitis" which belongs to the group of "Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary diseases" ....the end result of which is lung failure. It wont be a long time before Tom would stop breathing on his own and need oxygenation. The amount of oxygen his lung provided his body was too less and decreasing progressively.

It was Michelles Graduation day! Lena was all happy, her baby angel was all grown up now!
She had succeded in keeping Mich away from the addictive smoking. Lena knew that addiciton may be a genetic problem. Tom smoked, so Mich might! But this time she had decided to fight it fiercely,'not my kid'.

Some months later, while walking to his car, Tom felt a very bad pain in his left leg. He had to stop walking and rest his left calf for a while before he could reach for the car door. "Well,I am getting old!" said Tom as he looked back at the distance that he hadwalked ....only 100 meters. After a minute or two he felt better and left for work.

About two weeks later, while walking from the bed to toilet, Tom hit his left toe. The injury was much severe that he had thought - he hadn't hit it that bad. The wound didnt heal and had ulcerated . Lena knew what was about to come up next.They performed a Dopplerography of Tom's leg blood vessels. Lena explained him that a doppler will show them if the blood supply to the legs is proper, and the walls of the arteries and veins are changed. Lena saw the results and tears trickled down her cheeks.

" If only you would have listened to me you stupid man! Your smoking has occluded the blood supply to your foot. The toe is not healing because you have Buerger's Disease. You came walking in here on you feet, but you will have to go home in a wheelchair! "

This week , they amputated Tom's left foot. They had decided to spare his foot and trim down only his left big toe, but soon they observed his 2nd toe had turned black - it was dead tissue. So they had to amputate the whole left foot because of the compromised blood supply. It was an irony that Lena was also on the surgical team for Toms foot amputation.
During the operation, when Lena saw the foot on a tray, she knew that this is just the beginning - sadly the disease will progressively compromise the blood supply and a number of amputations will follow. She had seen the life of patients after amputation and now it was her Tom in the same place.
When Tom regained consciousness after the surgery, he remembered Jerry and his first cigarette. If only this was a dream! He was really angry at himself. But he needed a cigarette to calm down. He needed a cigarette to fight the stressful situation his previous cigarettes had put him in! That moment Tom hated himself. He felt miserable. A small cigarette had succeded in making him a captive in his own life. A cigarette had made him a cripple.... both mentally and physically!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Fairly unfair.

On 26th november, a bunch of teenagers managed to terrorise the heart of Indian citizens by breaking loose and ruthlessly firing at unarmed innocent Mumbaites when they were on thier way home.
Today, the Indian Supreme court starts a fair trial for the one suriving terorrist Kasab .
Fairly unfair...............

Friday, April 10, 2009

Love ....may be?

You wear a big question mark
on your face most days.
Your heart beats faster
than a horse in a race.

Your cheeks are red hot
but your hands go cold.
You hear everything ,
yet listen to nothing being told.

You hear the birds singing
and the weather seems just fine.
The family gatherings are no longer boring,
you cant differentiate between wine and brine.

You sit silent,
when you want to say a lot.
and you do the somersault
better than you were taught.

Your thoughts rush ahead,
but you freeze there and stay.
.....And you keep on denying,
"you are in love" when they say.

Monday, April 6, 2009

My circus memoirs!

It was like an annual family ritual or something.Every year the dreaded circus came to our city and every year my parents got all excited to book the night show tickets for us! Somehow my brother and cousins seemed to enjoy the mere thought of going to the damn circus........every year!!!
It had new names to fool innocent kids like me....... Jumbo circus, King circus, Big jumbo circus......blah blah blah.....Every year the names brought some hope - that this year it will be different, but nothing like that happened!
Somehow my Mom would always manage to book the first row successfully for almost 8-10 years! I guess my prayers for all the first row seats being sold out were in vain. It was always the night show , so no excuses regarding school could be used.
And however hard I tried, the awful day always arrived, school got over fast and the time to go to circus came nearer......enemy at the doorstep, no rather ,I always found myself at the enemies' doorstep! We would arrive at the huge ground that was always empty the rest of the 300 days of the year, and where now stood a big tent in the middle of a mini lake of people, rather like a heavily infected cell in a pool of microbes.There were people to my left ,right, up, down,everywhere ! So many people!!!! I just remembered Mom's instructions to hold her hand tight and not let go. How will a poor little child breath? Yes, I could never breathe till I saw some clear place in front. But wait, that clear place also brought a distinct smell, as it came nearer, NO! I would find myself standing in front of the cages of a lion, a gorilla, an elephant , a hippo. I always wondered what would happen if those animals escaped out of those cages? Would they scare away all the scary people?
After struggling to settle down and barely managing to catch a breath of fresh air, awful, loud music would be played and the circus clowns would enter! I always went pale with horror when they walked on the edge of the circus ring, the dwarf clown hitting the tall one with a bat and trying to talk to the kids in front row! Ducking down , hiding my face with my hands -I had tried them all from time to time- useless acts of desperation.
The worst of all was yet to arrive..... the attraction of the night , cricket match between the two elephant teams. I love elephants but do they really have to play cricket? Cant they just be -peace loving as they are naturally? How I wished to escape ! They always put a net all around the border of the playing field, but it was not tall enough( and good enough) to convince a scared little kid like me. Those jumbo elephants came with a bat which looked much like a piece of chalk to me. And the ball they used to play cricket with was actually a football! I never lost sight of the ball. What if it hits me right in the face?
The lions and the tigers arrived always chained and locked up . They were made to walk in circles on their front paws and made to jump through fire. I never really comprehended the reason for this. Oh how I wished to snatch the whip that the trainer carried around to threaten the lions!
Need I really mention my state when the acrobatics started? All I wished for was to go home and drift away to a much calmer and peaceful place inside me! A place where there was no loud music, no weird clowns, no bat-wielding elephants and certainly no footballs!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

I have been tagged.......

'Recently Vyazz decided to tag me . Here are somethings that people might not know about me.
1) I might be a chatterbox but I don't share all my feelings even with the people closest to me.
2) When I am alone I love to sing.
3) I like to dance ,sometimes, alone. :)
4) I adore animals. The Lion is my favorite among all the other "cats".
5) I love all babies..... Human babies, donkey babies, piglets, kittens. Cubs and puppies are my favorite.
6) I love the smell of rain.
7) I love driving and traveling during monsoon. The waterfalls and scenic beauty of Kasara ghat, Trimbakeshwar, Sanchi, Ajanta caves and the beautiful forest around the township of Silwani.
8) I prefer the silence and tranquility of the forests and fields.I cant breath in crowded areas.
9) I am not very comfortable around strangers. I usually am silent and don't like to start conversations with a stranger.
10) My first impression on people is that I am a proud snob.....I am really nothing of that sort.
11) I love to give my 100% in my workplace and I love to follow the rules there. That's the reason why I am strict in the hospitals.
12) Writing is a more comfortable form of communication than elocution for me. I usually put down my thoughts more effectively than say them out aloud.
13) I am very possessive about my family and several of my friends.
14) I stick to my believes and morals. My believes are based upon a long thought process and analysis. I usually stick to what I believe . I am stubborn when it comes to my morals.
15) Loyalty is one of the essential pillars on which I build my relationships.
16) I don't really show out all my emotions towards a select few people in my life.For reasons unknown I like to hide them. I usually replace them with either fights or jokes.
17) I love chocolates.
18) I hate to watch sad, depressing, gory movies.
19) I am learning to speak out my feelings due to the recent realization that its good and decreases misunderstandings.
20) I hate to share my books and I only lend them after making sure that the person wont spoil them.
21) I hate boot lickers and people with double standards.
22) I usually don't talk to a person if I don't like him/her.
23) I don't really care what people think about me. I do what I feel is right. -One reason why I don't have a huge fan following. I don't regret it.
24) Would I like to change anything in my life if given a chance? Nothing, I love my life. But I would certainly like to change some things in this world.
25)Love.... is a good feeling in moderate amounts. In excess it becomes destructive and dangerous . I have seen people change for their lovers, I think a person should accept you as you are.
26) The most romantic place in the world is..........27) My favorite city: Sankt Petersburg.
28) I am lazy on Sundays and active on weekdays.
29) I love to plan ahead...I have Daily plans, Monthly plans, Yearly plans.Though I might not be able to fulfill all , I still love to put it down.
30) I am short tempered. But cool down even faster.
31) I have only 4-5 close friends. I like to care for them and I like to connect with them everyday. I believe in quality not quantity.
32) I hate it when flowers wilt away.
33) My Dad is my idol.
34) AS is my Inspiration .
35) My Mom is my strength.
36) My bro is my faith.
37) Jui is my favorite heroine (my Pomeranian) Aww, the way she acts.
38) SJ makes me happy.
39) I am what I am, without adulteration.
40) I love making jokes but not everybody gets them! :)
So there you have it, 40 things about me! I will not be tagging anyone else, but if you guys reading this would like to put down things about yourself, consider this a tag! :)

Sunday, March 29, 2009

To my dear anonymous friend

You can read my previous post "Marriages Are Made In Heaven?" . This is one of the many responses I received:

Anonymous said :

I wanna register a protest...and an amplified one at it. Yeh to aisa ho gaya ki ulta chor kotwal ko daate...hehe. get in a defensive mode mad...listen first...there are different perspectives..what u present is a valid perspective..but applicable for a qquarter cases only. Time changes faster than we think it is. We hav been in nasik for major part of our lives...ask them who hav seen pune n mumbai...u talk abt saree n every day clothing...what is everyday clothing?...tight jeans n flimsy tops...worn to catch attention of unsuspecting thought but true isnt it? if she feels it convienient to come in her everday dresses in front of elders...i say she is already wasted..not a marriage material at all....n the worst part is the tea which is in the tray she holds is probably made by her mother...coz she knows not how to make it good....coz she never made it..she never had to..many a times when her dad returned home frm office she was probably enjoyin wid her friends in some pub..insted of being at home n makin him a cup of a days they want a scooty , may be a car, a clothes....armani purses...expensive shoes..little did they take into consideration..tht when their mother was of their age..she wud have travelled in a bus.worn a saree...chappal...n on many rainy days..used an umpteen times repaired umbrella..n she thinks shes uncomfortable in a saree?? meet the modern girl...for whom "o baba" has turned into "a pappa"...for whom..the best guy is the guy wid lots of money...for whom...equality is her unconditional consideration by the guy..regardless of her worth...for whom if she is to be presented before the elders is an insult to her womanhood...she feared...understandably so..coz she knew she lacks...if not then y the fear.
..what i present here is the other half off the prespective...the metro perspective...thts y sumtimes i think nasik is better..coz still in nasik there must be hundreds of mads in the makin...wat say?

My dear anonymous friend.

1) If you have a protest which is valid according to you, why did you post it as anonymous.?

2) I said comfortable clothing: its sad that all you can think of is "tight jeans n flimsy tops". Look around you, a majority of the girls still find salwar kammez comfortable. Too much bolywood can skew up your imagination like that. The Maharashtrian traditional wear is actually a nau-vari saree which resembles a harem pant (three-forth). Are you trying to tell me that our grandmothers dressed provocatively?
I quote from my post "she would have agreed to wear a salwar kameez."
AND the ones wearing jeans wear them with comfy tops that are not clingy.
What do you mean by "worn to catch attention of unsuspecting thought but true isnt it?..." so you want to say that some mentally sick guys dont have cheap thoughts when they look at girls dressed in salwar kameez? Let me give you some statistics, a majority of sex crimes are commited against girls who are in salwar kameezes and even in sarees. Dont believe me? Check for yourself. But why will you, you are busy blaming all these heinous crimes on the dressing sense of the "modern wasted girl".

3) Why do you assume that a girl wearing jeans cant really make tea!.....amazing assumption!

"She was holding a plate full of snacks that she had prepared all afternoon. "

Every Woman joining Police academy and military wears pants and jeans - respectable Dr.Kiran Bedi wears pants! -She is one woman every Indian should be proud of! And believe me, I am sure she can even make a cup of tea!

4) Mobiles , scooty, good bags, Armani stuff.....don't guys need it n use all those things ? I think those are the necessities of the day. I don't think you are suggesting discrimination are you?

5) So you say gals should not wear jeans, but guys can, gals should not go to pub, but guys can? Its an individual choice about what one wants to do and how one wants to carry onself in society and its really sad if girls have to live their lives according to the whims and dictates of a regressing and prejudiced society.

A girl is wasted if she doesn't know how to make tea? But a guy who thinks that the girl is wasted because she cant make tea is alright?

6) Why do you think that gals are always searching for wealthy guys?
with the kind of salaries these days, believe me, a guy's wealth doesn't even count.

7) Please don't insult the word "womanhood". If you think being suppressed, not raising a voice against injustice and living all life under the constant 'supervision' of the male fraternity is 'womanhood', then you are sadly mistaken my friend. The 'modern woman' is a working mother, she is a strong personality who is not afraid to ask what she needs and claim what is rightfully hers. She will not take injustice lying down. She dresses in jeans but her roots and values are firmly imbibed into her very soul. She looks after her family, travels in worse-than-death conditions to work and doesn't utter a word of protest all because she knows that this is the price of freedom.

8) Whats with what we call our fathers? I call my father Baba . I can call him anything that doesn't even make any difference. He is proud of me and I am proud of him.

9) You came as anonymous, but disclosed the place where I am from. I am from Nashik but I belong to a village remote in Madhya Pradesh, technically I am a village girl (a proud owner of a lipstick, a branded purse, many jeans, and many tops) . I can cook, make tea, wash clothes and even save peoples lives. I am a 'modern woman' and a very proud one at that. I respect my elders and love my parents and at the same time I claim the right to live my life the way I want to. Its not necessary that every woman who claims to be 'modern' goes pubbing or gets drunk.No. It just means that she lives free of bonds. She has her own thoughts and opinions. Her parents have been broad-minded enough to trust their daughter with her life. They have instilled values and good thoughts into her head, and they know that she will never let them down. They are proud of their daughter and thats the whole thing. Nothing else.



Sunday, March 22, 2009

Marriages are made in heaven???

She was holding a plate full of snacks that she had prepared all afternoon. There were 5-6 of them - she was too nervous to count exactly . She had taken careful steps - as she entered the drawing room with head down and tray in hand - as she was told previously. Everything made her conscious - her saree, their gazes, she was not used to wearing a saree yet . Her heart was pounding harder than a sledgehammer. How she wished to run up to her own room, free herself out of the saree, wear her everyday clothes and relax!! Given a choice she would never have worn the saree , she would have agreed to wear a salwar kameez. Why was she going through the drill mechanically? She was told to; it was about time she got married.....

This is not a scene from some big banner family movie. Look around you, ask yourself- all of us have been a part of (or the main feature of) this meeting . The meeting that starts off a looooong sequele of several meetings, which probably leads to either rejection or several ceremonies, one major ceremony and sometimes " happily ever after..."

It all starts with some elderlies in the society coming together and sharing a number of photos of eligibles. It reminds me of the cool WWE or Cricket star collections kids carry in their pockets- with achievements and all written behind the snap. Snaps are excanged, then looks are excanged, then words are excanged n finally come the rings followed by kisses or "Kabul hai" or garlands!

The fact that amazes me the most is that Indians are so positive and how they always hope for "New n Improved" ! For starters, the eligible spinsters wish for a Ranbir Kapoor look-alike (these days) , with the intellect of a scientist , an income of Tatas /Birlas but muscles like Arnold!!! I say girls open your eyes and look around! I think Indian scientists should stop clonning something like dolly and start cloning a man with all the above requirements! Make a gene bhelpuri! Ask a girl and she will tell you the fantastic details of what might comprise her dream guy.

The bachelors are one step ahead. And their "I am looking for " list is hilarious! If I were the curator of the LOUVRE, I would have displayed some of these manuscripts ! Even if the guy is darker than charcoal , he wants nothing less than a "fair n lovely" ! He wants a combo of "Sunder Sushil Gharelu " who also earns ! Tell me guys, if a girl works 10 hours a day in the office, travels in the scorching heat and dusty weather, how will she still glow like you dream girl Karina or Katrina? And complexion is a genetic trait, so you can get a made to order gal by genetic engineering.

And thats not all, then there are the moms of bachelors and dads of spinsters! Both entities will scrutinise "subjects of interests" from head to toe. They count their toes and fingers and check for any scars or signs of "ugliness" - a point the other party is deliberately trying to hide. How easily people forget that they are not perfect either! The way they try to "win " the best bride (or groom for that matter) - something they can show off later, digusts me in some cases.

And then comes the religious match making process which consists of kundalis, the opinion of some religious head for caste- creed- religion matching. So what if its the 21st century? If blood groups need to be matched, toh yeh toh zindagi bhar ke saath ka saval hai bhai!

Then comes the grand finale! After much ado the match is "arranged" and at the wedding we overhear the in-laws saying lawfully . "Marriages are made in heaven".

Sunday, March 15, 2009

I wonder

We perform hundreds of activities in a day, some are repeated like a ritual,some are new, some are intentional, some are last- moment -activities-to save -the-day and some are reactions to someone else's activities (lets not forget Newton's third law).
Most of us follow Newton's Third law quite religiously or should I say its just a reaction to people's reactions to prevent more reactions? Here's an example .....or two. While passing through a jungle in the Kingdom of Far Far away, Puss-in-boots is attacked unexpectedly by two huge guards... he gives the most adorable look of a poor little kitty. As a reaction to which, the guards' hearts melt n they lower their weapons and BAMM thats when Puss (in boots) attacks (so well that the guards can never react again ). When Frodo feels a Nazgul approaching and unexpectedly(dumb ass) removes the ring out , Nazgul plunges his sword in Frodo's heart (oopps) what can Frodo do next..... Call Strider and wear the ring (just to see the weird look on all the Nazguls' faces).
The last moment activities and the 'reactions' are bolts of surprises which vary individually, according to time, persons concerned and some entities like the teacher, the boss, luck, God, the Devil,the girl /guy next door and some other unnecessary institutes like the government, political parties, social get the picture right?Usually, when my phone stops to work after the last call which consumed every last penny and the people whom I had told to call me coz I am out of money are already tired... that is the correct time to go and refill! Or when they give you the last warning before stopping your electricity and its winter and you certainly dont wish to come home and find the rooms colder than the tallest dungeon of the farthest mountain in which Fiona was locked up and the only warmth provided was by the beautifully dangerous (deadly combo) dragoness who emits fire when angered!( God save the Donkey).

And so are the intentional activities which depend on all the above and the person's nature.I am also considering the intentional activities of a devil who keeps on playing pranks on people or troubling people just for the heck of it. Take my word for it, its fun sometimes. :D
Now the new activities are HATKE from what we do (duhh!) Suddenly, out of the blue a prince decides to take a detour in the jungle and ends up dancing with the fairest maiden he had ever seen ! On the other hand our fairest maiden (Snow white - if you havent guessed it by now) - disregarding the warnings of the fairy godmothers talks to him (n the cartoon makers have to make a duet) - "Forbidden Fruit" .
But I am interested in the daily rituals that we perform unceasingly.... imagine C3PO as you read .... programmed by young Anikan Skywalker to help Mamma perform daily chores. (He ends up doing pretty much the same thing through all the 6 parts . Its like his part was mechanically written to perform the same thing inspite of the supposed progress in the gadget world around). But who programmed us to do the same day in and day out? Our brain is such a wonderful machine with unending powers (proof- you are reading my post), capacities (proof - I am writing this) and control over our body and parts of the brain itself that its astounding how we perform a thousand activities repeatedly throughout our lives! We learn to speak words which we actually remember till the end( not considering Alzheimer's patients or amnesic patients ). Who taught us to breathe? ... we pretty much started it on our own at once and will go on breathing till we live. Somehow we opened our eyes to see the light , who told us to do so? Somehow when we saw our face in the mirror for the 1st time , we identified ourselves! Some how we knew when we saw tears for the first time - that someone is sad! How we connect all those things together when we experience them for the first time is astonishing! There are hypothesis for all the above things but the conclusions are far from reached. Ever wondered from where did the first man and woman on earth learn all those things? How they learned to interact with each other, how they learned the "mechanical ways of the humankind"?
Astonishing I tell you! The mysteries of Mother Nature are unending and miraculous......

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Shopping (ad)ventures of Jerry the young

He had gathered all the necessities with lightening speed,
salt, pepper, cheese, parsley,onions -the finest indeed!
after choosing the garnishing he felt like a pro,
to read the instructions on the pack of spaghetti- he raised up one eye- brow,
with a chocolate he rewarded himself as well begun is half done!
and added a pack of potato chips, well, just for fun!

After his first victory, our conqueror pushed his cart further,
with brave glances from side to side he glided past young n elder,
his eyes, so well trained now found sugar next to the alley of mineral water,
no mistake could be afforded now -he searched for the best pack , not a better.
sugar was taken care of and then our brave young Jerry ,
strode for the conquest on vinegar, sauce and curry!

Then our young explorer came across the alley of milk and milk products,
oh, how his blood boiled at the sight of his enemy,but ,but, but,
-just then the great warrior remembered MAMA's wise words!
he decided to do the right thing and our " just one" with his eyes shut
picked up a can of milk and two of strawberry-flavoured yogurt and curds.
Oh boy!his heart leaped with joy when he saw the board of bread and bakery product!!!

After the addition of the best biscuits, breads and sweetest cup-cakes -
he proudly eyed his possessions in the shopping cart n after a few deep breaths
our warrior relaxed and decided to check his "things -to-buy" list
...........after a moment or two came a smile of content,up went his triumphant fist!
and off went his swift cart till the queue for the counter
where soon he was to be pronounced the malls "Dear Costumer"


After his first ever conquest in the shopping world,
Sir "Dear Costumer" Jerry -the young left for his new dorm room at once!
to conquer the highs and lows, the plus and minus, the half done and completely burned,
the plain and bland of the kitchen and utensil world.

....Till date comes a thud or a clatter or a stream of overflowing water,
from the corners of the dorm kitchen and we see brave Jerry -swift as ever,
with a spatula in one hand and a pot in another.....

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


yet another day begins,
yet another night just ends,
yet another thought processed,
yet another tear to shed.

memories - a curse you are,
memories - why so sweet you are?
dwelling in my heart,
capturing every thought,
leaving a sweet smile that wont fade,
cutting my heart like a knife- two faced.

the more i wish to forget you-
the more they torment my heart
closer comes the time to part with you -
painful sweet memories cloud my heart!

memories- why memories you are?
memories -so stubborn you are!
cant you just vacate my heart ?
leave me to drift in the loneliness.......
let me be alone, till the time she departs.
Mad. 10-03-09

Saturday, March 7, 2009

8th March in the life of Radha...

Ram Ram! I am Radha- daughter of Kasiram, gram - Berkheda, District- Raisen .My papa and bai (my mother) both are fulltime workers on the fields of Hariram chachha.We have built a small hut on the field and my Amma(grandma) also lives with us. I am not sure about my exact age, but I think I am 15-16 years old. I have a younger brother- Samu, 9-10 yeras old.
They say today is "women's day" - I hope we have some program in the iskool ground like pandra agast when they give laddoo. What I will do today? Why, I will do all that I do everyday.....
Everyday I get up pretty early with Bai and Amma . Before sunrise we finish with our daily cleaning . I sweep and tidy the hut first, then the front area. Then I start the chulha (earthen stove ) partly with lakdi and kande (dried cowdung ). I learnt to ignite the chulha some 5-6 years ago - my Amma taught me! At first , I used to get irritated due to the smoke- my eyes burnt and it made me breathless - but now I am used to it.Once I start it , my Amma takes over - She cooks rotis while I wake Samu up . Then we all have tea with the milk Bai brings.
We get drinking water from the new tap in front of the government hospital- Samu accompanies me. It takes about 15 minutes to reach the hospital on foot from our house. With 2 pots and 2 cans we fetch the necessary amount in 2 rounds. If sometimes we need toffy(chocolates) - we sell the water at Rs.2 per pot and Rs.5 per can.
Amma in the meanwhile goes and tends to the babies - she bathes and massages them and gives them a daily sunbath in the early morning sun. Bai - she works a lot! She plants some vegetables in the khalihan (our small kitchen garden). Every morning she looks after the khalihan selects some vegetables for our household and some to sell. Then off she goes and sells those door to door.
Then Samu goes to iskool. I like his basta, he carries kapy -pen(book and pen) and silate(slate) in it.He also has a bag for iskool. That Chauhan aunty (bai works as a maid at her house) gave him. Papa says Samu must study till class 10 then he will also work in the fields. Chauhan aunty had asked Bai to educate me but papa says "no need, what will she do learning?" Sometimes I try to write like Samu.
Then I go collecting cowdung - in summers it is scanty. I have to be fast because other girls are also out there collecting it. Then I come back and make kande (dried cowdung cakes used as fuel). You just have to shape it like a disc and leave it to dry in the sun.
When the Sun is at the apex in the sky,Bai and papa return from the fields and we eat roti with sabji or dal . Then I clean up the utensils and accompany Bai to the houses where she works as a maid. I sweep and wipe the floor, she washes utensils and clothes. So it gets done faster and we can work at more places. I get to watch Tv at these places sometimes.
Then we go home before its dark. I dont like to go home these days. Our neighbour, Sita Bai comes over and keeps discussing my marriage with Amma and Bai. I overheard her saying yesterday that I am old enough to be married off and comparing me to her daughter (Geeta) who is married and a mother of 2 already. But Bai said, " We do not have enough money right now". Sita Bai said" People of our caste are getting concerned as to why Radha is still not married" They will get me married this year, they say. I hope whoever they get me married off to doesnt drink and beat me up. I have seen quite a few bruises on Geeta. Also, Kantas mother-in-law never lets her step out of the house except for Bhai- duuj when she gets to see her parents.
Today when i go to Chauhan auntys house, I will ask her about 'womens day'. I know about independence day - when India got independence from British Raj.
I wonder what womens day has freed women from.

Monday, February 23, 2009

help me, my dearest.......

help me out ,
show me the way.
there is no doubt,
i know right away!

your thoughts chase me
all night and all day!
its as if you can't see,
or just don't care
enough for me?

with your thoughts I go to bed,
you are in all my dreams,
I open my eyes and there i find ,
you!!! running through my mind's films!

You jump in when-
I try to think of the menu,
oh, how will anything be done
if there is nothing but YOU?

Oh, I cant wait anymore,
I can suffer no more!
If I could control the time,
- holding you , i would have stared
at you for some time ,
----And then I would have certainly dared,
MY dearest exam paper, to finish you in time!

Sunday, February 22, 2009


Here is the promised translation of the poem I had posted previously under the title "V -day special".
The original poem is in Marathi , my mother tongue .
This poem is not the exact translation, for it would have been very hard for me to explain the exact meaning of some peculiarities which are a part of Maharashtrian culture.
So, I made some changes, the meaning and the feelings though, are unchanged.
One thing I realised while rewriting my own poem in another language - its not an easy job.
The original one was so spontaneous, I had finished composing it in 20 minutes!
But to rewrite and convey the same message in English took me about 2-3 hours!- I hope its not bad!

Through the boundless sea of endless thoughts,

one or two thoughts came floating above,
they rested upon the shore; these thoughts,
they floated up in my mind.

They brought back the memory ,
of those wonderful days - days of joyful swings,
when we ran through the meadows and danced on the winds,
days when you and me- used to play free of worry!

when you passed high school ,
I was in eighth grade!
- the wonders outside school when you told,
oh how proud I felt,
-didn't understand much of it though!

......then came the day of our first date!
you were waiting eagerly for me,
- boy, you were angry when i was late !
you were red and wouldn't talk to me,
how I adored you! -with your hair i played.

never can i forget how your lips gifted me,
a wonderful smile when the momentary anger faded.

one thought led to another,
and made a beautiful chain altogether....
it pulled me away from the present ,
taking me far away in the past.
and that's when your voice called,
bringing me back to the moment - but for a moment.
for, the next minute i entered your loving embrace,
and started thinking about our future.......

- Mad 23rd feb 2009

p.s. this is a work of fiction, not my own story.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

ME,MYSELF , I.........and the glass globe .

The alarm rings alarmingly loud and "I" wake up. "I" sit up on the bed half sleepy - half awake. Then "My" thoughts come back to reality from the great exhausting tour of dreamland. "I" am the sole witness of where all I have been in my dreams! Anywho, now that "I" am conscious "I" feel tired and exhausted from the little sleep I got.... just 8 hours of sleep! How hard "I" worked yesterday..... watched a movie, ate, cooked, washed, read the news....... so much work!- For this great contribution to society , I am not even thanked enough! "My" day is so hard and "I MYSELF " have to take care of soooooo many things .... !!!!!!
MY bus, my work , my sleep , my stuff, my problems........ the list is unending!
I do this , did that, achieved this, am so great, so fantastically brilliantly astonishingly PERFECT !!!!!!!

In this very- busy-extremely-competitive-progressing- each-second world , somewhere we become utterly selfish and so much aware about our own problems, that we create an 1 inch thick glass globe around us . This globe is a mini-world which contains things that only concern us! We start existing in a small colony of "my precious " . Each day we trod the same path, take the same bus, see the same people .... because ALL these people also have a similar micro-colony around them!
.....And in the long run we forget to stop and stare! We forget that humans other than inside this small subset exist... just like us, fully aware and with emotions and all....
While running to work or school how many of us actually stop and help some old granny trying to climb the metro stairs with her luggage? How many of us actually get up and offer a seat to the ones who need it? How many of us consider, even for a second, that among the people surrounding us all day, there might be someone who faces problems much larger and graver than compared to our everyday hardships?
I once remember (not being a native Mumbaiite) mistakenly boarding a local that had come from Virar, and was on its way to Churchgate, from Borivli during August, last year. There was a slight drizzle as I boarded the Ladies compartment ......I was holding on to the outer pole and standing on an inch of the local train.... as you can imagine the rest of me hanging out of it..... One of the kind ladies- safely standing in the middle of the compartment shouts "close the door, rain is coming through and our sarees might get wet!" Wah re humanity!!!
- What if I were her daughter? Would the story be the same? I guess not and the reason is "the glass globe"
This fantastic glass globe.......
A: "You know XYZ got a heart- attack! "
ME (To MYSELF) : Good I am not in his place!
ME (aloud): hmmm , thats sad.
Why cant people think out of the glass globe? Why cant people have some compassion for the human kind? The world is progressing and expanding but that doesnt mean we become heartless towards others' problems. Why does this air of ME- ness around us decrease our visiblity like some kind of smog due to incresed pollution? Perhaps our own thoughts have supersaturated the space around us such that no other stimulus from the outside penetrate through to us. And what will more progress bring? Will we turn into mighty Goliaths who crush people under their feet?
In a poem called "Oonchai" , Mr. Vajpai has correctly and nicely concluded ,
"Oh GOD ,lead me not to such heights that make me incapable of embracing near ones , that make me heartless"

Monday, February 16, 2009

Curious thoughts or thoughtful curiosity?

As a kid, I was always very curious about new things, which is very normal for children. And as all normal people grow up, or at least they think they do, I grew up too. (Lets not consider Peter Pan- I still want to meet him!). I thought my curiosity for things will decrease,but that is not happening for the next 100 years! I think about curiosity and always visualise the dog from Dr. Dolittle , he keeps on counting the white lines on the road or the trees passing by - untill his head starts to spin! Most of the time during my road trips (which greatly increase during my vacations in India), I find myself doing the same involuntarily! I mechanically keep a count of huts passing by or trees-one by one, or trucks on the highway. And when I get to sit in the front seat I move my head from left to right to read everything on the backside of the front vehicle. And then when suddenly some stronger stimulus (usually My Dad shouting- coz i paid no attnetion to what he had been trying to say for a fairly long time. How long - I cant say ) around me leads to a mixture of feelings/realisations in chronological order, eyes rotating- headspinning- awareness-looking around -coming back to reality-too boring- eyes rotating -headspinning- you lost me again! - again I start gazing outside hoping to find something new among the same huts, forests, trees or trucks on the highway!
A few days back, a new thought of reading "ALICE IN WONDERLAND" entered my mind. And as I read the book- I concluded that Alice actually had a more bizzare and haphazard way of thinking than I did! This conclusion was a result of two realisations - somebody with a more eccentric way of thinking exists atleast in the thoughts of Lewis Carrol and my thoughts do make some sense as compared to the thoughts of Alice (lets try to forget that she lives in Wonderland and I live in this incredible, mortal Humanland -on which wonderland is based hence making it a subset of my humanland!) There, I score Alice, atleast I dont cry to make a pond out of my own tears and I dont have to dry myself as instructed by the wise mouse who happens to be drowning in the same pond!
I have accomplished a number of feats thanks to this undying - ever increasing - regularly updated curiosity and a chain of thoughts which actually might be faster than the speed of sound ! (wait till I prove it and win The Nobel Prize in the near future) I remember walking faaaar ahead of my destination, lost in my own world of curiosity about what lies ahead. As a child I have tried to walk farther in the woods to see if there is any unexplored castle or some forgotten ruins waiting to be discovered by me. I even remember once spying on some squirrels in my backyard to find out which tree they live and who is whos who in the squirrel family. My curiosity has made me wake up early in the morning to find out which different species of birds chirp while I sleep - I remember getting ready and all set to leave for the village outskirts (some 5 minutes away from our Government Quarter) just to find the above mentioned birds and return home at about 9AM - famished after my adventure and smeared in dust :). I also remember accompanying my house-maid in the evening to the distant fields to hear the wolves howling .... those were the days!
Destiny plays a big role in keeping my curiosity alive . The "grown- up " version of me goes on roaming far and wide in order to explore this whole new city I now find myself in! I remember the first time I set foot on the city streets.... I used to roam around searching for short-cuts, new shops, new places to spend time (ironically, there was no time left to spend after all these excursions). .... And I am now so well versed with this city that I can take anyone out on a fully guided city tour on foot! And I can proudly put down here that we actually went on a trip to Moscow and saved a lot in one of the most expensive cities thanks to my curiosity. :)
..........So, thats about my curiosity so far (as far as I can put in human word format... if I decide to put down more.... it might just be some incomprehensible gibberish with neither head nor tail why, it might even lack the soul of thoughts)

Saturday, February 14, 2009


Happy Valentines Day ! (In India its already the 15Th , but never mind, Der aaye durust aaye!)
Like all other (over-)enthusiastic young people, obviously I have lots to write.But sometimes thoughts run so fast in my head that I am left a bit disoriented and a lot more confused at the end of my thought process, which, sadly is left incomplete.So I didnt know exactly what I want to put down -though posting something was a must!.... and thats when I decide to finally post my own poem here which I composed some months back . I thankfully decided this before the V-day ends -which is a miracle in itself!
So fasten your heartbeats , here it comes........

vicharanchya athaang samudratna ,
ek don vichar tarangun ver aale;
ani smritipatalaanchya kinaryaver

don ek kshan sthiraavle....

raja-raani khelta khelta,

tuzyabarobar ghalavlele balpan aathavle.
lahanpani tujyabarobar khelnyasathi ,
aaishi kelele bhandan aathavle .

tu matrik pass zhalaas

mi aanandane vedich zhale!

mag tu mothe-mothe bhashaavaad aikavlet,

tevha maanya mala kahich nahi umajle-

pan tuzya husharine hruday bhedun takle!
ani maze mann abhimanane fugle!

mag ekda tula bhetayla ,

mi thodi ushira pohochle

tu ragavlyaver mi
fakta khudkan hasle.

tuzya ragane fuglelya galana baghun...

tuzya kesanshi mi kinchit khelale,

ani rag visrun tulapan lagech hasu aale

ek-ek karun smrutinni sakhalich gumfali,

aani vartamanatun mala door khechun gheun geli!

achaanak!- mag tu mala haak marlis.

tya hakene mala kshanbhar bhaan ale-

pan doosryach kshani tuzya mithit shirun
aaplya bhavishyache swapna rangavu lagle.

- Mad (18/11/08)

Disclaimer: This is my poem, not my own story.

Friday, February 13, 2009

A letter to M.K.Gandhi

Mr. M.K.Gandhi,
Father Of The Nation
[Republic (!) of India] ,
Seventh Heaven.

Dear Bapu,
Kem cho? I finally got your correct address! You don't know me, I am comparatively a new addition to your Nation. Well, let me leave my introduction short and sweet and come to the important point. I thought it to be my prime duty to inform you about the current events in the country.
Your nation is already in her sixties now.... And after you left her, they decided to place you in every government institution. So there you hang these days,looking aside and smiling away to glory when they lie, take bribes and practice violence ...if you could have looked straight!
And most days you hang there alone......
The "rajdhani" is doing great too, in par(lie)ment sessions politicians fight and swear and whole nation gets an opportunity to watch them... live!!!These days our "Leaders" have become modern, they travel in AC cars and aeroplanes , and most of the time they have to visit abroad ...for the nation!After all this nobody can blame them for not being able to give their 100% to the nation....after all they are humans not machines like you were!So what if they were not present in Mumbai when they were needed , some of them actually made it to the crime scene ......separately, and blamed the other at the moment of national crisis!-not to mention the manpower that was needed to protect them (from what they God only knows).
Speaking of Mumbai, now-a-days there are new opportunities coming up for the nations' youth.... new degree and diploma options are open for them....there is a Diploma of Social Nuisance (DSN) . I am sorry , forgot that you have absolutely no idea about all this and i have to let you know the details....So there are these new upcoming" leaders" like khaj- taak- re ,they have created many "Sena"s and recruited youth . These senas go on beating people for different reasons, one for example,based in Maharashtra believes in beating people from other states and people who cant speak Marathi; there is another sena that beats up girls !And youngsters can go abroad coz on that side of the border, they can study and get degree in Terrorism (DT)! You see people are free to do what they want to.
And people are free to write what they want to in newspapers, show what they want to on TV , watch what they want to .... young Indians try to sing and make people laugh, some try to dance ! Till now we had only Father of Nation, but now we also have "Indian Idol" (3 of them so far). And why should be Bharatiya nari left unmentioned?There is a Great Indian lady who makes wonderful serials and the rest of them watch it away to glory! Now we have so many Ba's!
-Oh, hows Ba by the way? Convey my regards to her. And I hope you have already forgiven Mr. Godse, for if you haven't, tomorrows the perfect chance(the day to give up hatred, we celebrate love- its called Valentines day) . You were right when you saw him (when he shot you) and said "hey Ram !'- he is really your Ram for having rescued you from this incredible place called India!
With all my love and regards,
Great-grand daughter of the nation.