dOn'T bE sTuCk aT yOuR jOb!!!!

Okay.. writing all of it down..god!! it's really far fetched and I have absolutely no idea why am I even bothering. But I think it's one of those days, when you have nothing to do and then you realize..Ohh yess!! I have a blog and I have an audience. Well!! not really a million people..but 2 out of 3 people following may read it.

I guess this is the most R-andom thing I'm about to write. But as I go on thinking, I've this thought about my childhood. Its the time when imagination goes really wild.. and you can be anybody. Teacher, Doctor, Scientist, Businessman, Engineer, Actor, Lawyer.

I remember when we are kids we are asked what exactly would we like to become when we grow up. I never said it out loud- But I wanted to be a chef!! HAHAHA!!!!
I cant believe I actually wrote that down-for people to read. Its not really cooking that intrigued me but it was cooking shows that had me in total grip!!! I don't remember missing any cookery shows with these fancy kitchens and all sorts of modern cooking equipment.

I wanted to become a chef-not for getting to cook but for getting to work in such expensive modular kitchens which were a heaven for a child like me. I'd worship it back then. And also these chefs used to name exotic herbs and spices to be used- which had me in total awe!!

I've always had a thing for the butcher's knife. My desire to become a chef had nothing to do with cooking. Infact if given an option, I'd never cook- but I guess there must be a thing called "I-like-watching-someone-cook-but-I-don't-like-doing-it-myself".

People make a career out of their hobby- but it plainly wasn't my hobby. If you can make a career out of watching cookery shows, I might stand a chance.
I thinks its possible- liking a certain thing and watching someone do it, But not really picturing yourself do it. As a child, everybody wants to be on TV- but I don't picture myself there. I like watching people click pictures-but I don't like featuring in it myself.
When I was little, I wanted to be a lot of things- a singer (though I am a terrible singer) a dancer( no training- well I'm trained in wedding dances, if it counts :P ) an actor( no formal training- a nautanki at heart!!) a teacher( though I hate to admit- I always thought this is what girly-girls did-teach. Anyways I'd become a teacher-minus-patience-to-explain-again.)

And now when we are finally on our actual way to becoming something. Yes!! its that time when career decisions are made and its just working towards all of it- I halt and think- am I actually stupid enough to think that I'll survive this industry. I'm currently doing B.A(H) Journalism. I want to get into print. But then I think about these wonderful writers who are much more creative than me- have a better command over the language- full of innovative ideas- and much better than me in every way!! But I don't know..maybe I will, maybe I won't. But I'll sure as hell take it up as a challenge. So for now.. Its cheers to everybody who is following their dreams( childhood or otherwise) May we all succeed!!!

And there are people who need to thank me- I did not become a singer- I prevented music companies from shutting down.
I didnot become an actor- I saved people the millions of bucks they'd spend on me to cast me in their flick!! :P
I did not become a dancer- I saved organizers the money to repair stages when it broke.
I didnot become a chef- To save people's life- stop killing people from food poisoning.
I did not become a teacher- To save innocent lives from being ruined. :)

Well I didnot become any of the above- Because there are millions of people who'd do a better job at it than me. DO WHAT YOU WANT TO- OTHERWISE YOU'RE STUCK IN THE WRONG JOB SUITED FOR SOMEBODY ELSE.
YOU'RE CAREER IS LIKE MARRIAGE. YOU DON'T WANNA BE STUCK WITH THE WRONG PERSON!!!!
CHEERS!!!

hOmE CoMiNg!!!

We all have that ONE song- that adds the WOW factor to you and your life. It defines you, your priorities in life, your mistakes in life and the trials and errors you go through along the way. It syncs in perfectly with YOU. Isn't it amazing, how another person miles away from you, writing this song is feeling exactly the same-maybe not coz interpretations may vary but that hardly is the point.!! You never can get bored of it and its just a always repeat song in the playlist.

No matter how boring the others might find it but nobody can relate to the song as you do- because, frankly no one else can live your life the way you do. It hardly matters what language its in- English, Hindi, Tamil, Telegu, Spanish, French or gibberish- but its you. 

I may not be an expert in the technicalities involved with music but do you think I care!!!! It belongs to me!!!!. And yes, I hate it when people actually criticize it for not being technically correct. It's like saying I hate you like I hate you on my face!! And those people can rot in hell!!!

And yes..coming to the song.. Its called..Back to Tennessee by Billy Ray Cyrus. I agree that he might not be the most celebrated name in the music industry and not made millions like the others and might have had millions of hate groups to his name but I love him for making the song. 

The song truly makes you introspect at who you actually are, and where is that taking you in this life. We run after all material things possible but choose to ignore the little things in life that actually determine who we are. I may sound  philosophical..Godd!!! listen to me...!! I'm actually saying this stuff.!! Out loud!!!! and I hate to admit that it's true!!

The song brings in a lot of homecoming feel to it. You stay away from family, friends to earn a living in the big city- city life with it's ruthless people who never wish to see you succeed- you make money or you don't- you find love and you lose love-you are heartbroken or you back stab- you do everything it takes to succeed- to make it happen- to see yourself through. But when it's time to go home-to real family and real friends, you realize what life has actually made you. With your real mates, you don't have to pretend. It's just you like you've always been. Big city life actually makes you realize that nobody in the world is yours. When life gives you shit..you stand alone!! No amount of money can repay the people you back stabbed, the people you turned your back on in their times of need, the trust you broke and hearts that broke with it.

It tells you..there is actually no comfort in this world except the true love that you left back home!! The love that was pure and selfless-expecting nothing in return. So I guess, it's time to go HOME- to a place where love is, to a place where friendship is, to a place where FAMILY is.

The song might be written for Tennessee but it could easily qualify to where ever you live, to where ever your heart belongs. For all those people who live away from home- for education or work, its time to COME BACK HOME TO PEOPLE YOU LOVE!!!!

I am so sure.. you have an absolutely wonderful song to share too...would love to know yours :)

PS- For lyrics, which is absolutely mind boggling , click here.

I tExT yOu!!

We all fall in love once, twice, thrice or multiple times in our life. It's either the utter romantic rubbish of LOVE-AT-FIRST-SIGHT or a 'just friends' tag that develops into something much more elaborate than just friendship or it might even be an arranged affair that materializes into love.

The feeling is very vividly expressed in books and movies. And whenever someone like me, thinks about love- I definitely DO NOT picture running around trees and dancing on a grand stage with a 100 dancers in perfectly synchronized steps on a super-romantic melody or for that matter- a flowy gown with perfect hair and jewelery does not fit my kind of love. I might fit better into Pajama- lover :) :P

But my love can take a backseat. So back to where we began. What do you do when you are absolutely sure of the person who is your kinda person- your soul mate ( for that duration- because it's a heavy word). Well, there comes in play the complex art of PROPOSING.

The age old jumping onto the girl's balcony- climbing up the vine is not such a good idea, if the girl's dad finds out..you might be climbing up the stairs to heaven (or hell- as it might suit you). How about going down on your knees- aaawwiieee!!! my first reaction, but it can turn quite embarrassing if you have turned a blind eye to how shy a girl is and how would she react to such an open exclamation of love. And yes, before you go out and go down on your knees in front of a out-spoken and bold girl who you hardly know( and who does not like you)-a slap on the face seems likely.

Proposing always reveals tonnes about how and to what extent a guy loves you- and if its real. But with the advent of technology and all gizmos and gadgets, ways such as going down on your knees and wild and open exclamations of love, though utterly romantic- have gone out of the box. It's been replaced by texting and chatting. I'm no figures person- I do invent a few to add extra effect. :P But yeahh!! from what you notice all around you- almost 9 out of 10 people might opt in for something as non-hazardous as texting the one you love- a message full of love shit- about how much you mean to them and how they would gladly take a bullet for you( phheww that's a relief!! after all that's what I've been dreading!! ). How about going in for something as proclaiming your love on the internet. You obviously can't be slapped if she plans to refuse. But the downfall is, if she accepts you can not obviously watch her go pink and blush!!

Girls I feel still prefer the age old 'going-down-on-the-knees' or writing lovey-dovey poetry for the girl of your dreams-after all it makes them feel extraordinarily special and unrealistic at the same time.I know some might think I'm being very primitive in thinking it's a guys job to propose. No, but I feel, somethings go down well with guys and somethings with girls. So we leave the 'proposing' to the guys and the 'blushing' to the girls!! :)

 Well for most- girls and boys- it's the first time they do so, so gather all your reserve guts kept at the back of the mind and put them to good use. GO ALL OUT!!! and confess your love with all the might in the world!!! :) Well, as Aerosmith puts it- "Falling in love, is so hard on the knees."

wHaT iS iT WiD iiTiAnS?

What to do, if you have attained the highest laurel an engineering student can achieved? You got through the IIT entrance, more commonly known as IIT-JEE and slogged for 4 yrs to get an engineering degree from IIT- and most importantly lived to tell the tale. You are envied by all your peers and you are always mentioned at all family get togethers, so that your relatives get to flaunt you at any given possible moments. Even though their contribution in the achievement is insignificant.

Well the road ahead is not difficult at all- from what's been happening all around. An IITian does one of the three things.

1. Gets into IIM and become an IIT as well as a IIM alumni- Goshh!! your parents are on top of the world and your relatives will invite you and your parents to all family functions.
2. Open up a coaching center under your name, establish it and voilaa...you're playing in crores. You are given the noble task of preparing future IITians. All coaching center faculty is a IIT alumni- there is hardly any doubt about that.
3. Well, the third one is a very recent one. Turn NOVELIST.

Have you not wondered that all IIT Alumni turn out writers? Even if it's a one book magic. Most stories are tragic love stories with or without happy endings. And most tend to revolve around their life at or around IIT. Books ranging from Five Point Someone to Anything For You Ma'am written by Chetan Bhagat and Tushar Raheja are great examples .

Well.. so it seems-IITians will never be out of job, not just purely on knowledge but they seem to have a very interesting time in their college life which can be turned into bestsellers. Whether its coping with academic stress or it's the ever complicated love life- it surely pays to be a IIT-Alumni :)

wHaTs oN yOuR sHeLf??

Hey hi!!

Today I'm in a mood for sharing what is on my shelf today. I'm more of a fiction person, if you ask me. So books around me are basically fiction. I consider myself above the crappy world; who would like to read about the world who waits no more to give you shit at every given possibility. So its basically living life in your own sweet dreamland- imagining life, situations, conditions- just as the protagonist goes through. And thinking- how different would life be if you were in the character's place. So you feel what he/she goes through, cry with them, laugh at their stupidity. Its pretty much sorted- I am an easy girl to understand!! :)

So coming back to what more has my British Council Library to offer this time around. I practically live on my subscription to carry me through the dull break from college. So here it is- my collection for the coming weeks.

Hmm..so it might be enough to carry  me through this week I guess.

The one I have started to read is LONDONSTANI by Gautam Malkani. And from whatever little I've read- isn't half bad. I'm pretty sure to pick up on a lot of cuss words, thanks to the novel. But I obviously keep mum, because of mum :)

Which brings me to another one that made to the shelf today- AZUR LIKE IT by Wendy Holden. It revolves around the life of a journalist who gets to cover CANNES!! wooohoo!! that must be something!!!

And coming to the last of what's in store for me in the coming weeks is- MORE TO LIFE THAN THIS by Carole Matthews. And I am sure this won't be a disappointing read because I'm sure there is more to life than we can actually see through. Its just a matter of figuring out.

So with this, its a wrap people!! Stay tuned and you might be surprised!! and yes it will be wonderful if i get to know what others are upto!! :)

ciao!! :)

tHe cALL oF tHe mALL!!

How would like to spent your weekend after a disastrous week- the week was screwed, thanks to your hard driving boss who make you want to climb up the wall or having finally finished all your assignments for grading and submitted to your teacher-you look forward to a relaxing weekend. Have you noticed, planning a weekend with family or friends is usually centered around the mall. Well, it’s not only you- it’s everybody around you. Malls have redefined shopping experience for one and all. From chirping teenagers to corporate business workers to grannies and grand dads-all have found refuge for a boring weekend in the air conditioned roof of the malls. Finding a lot of brands under one roof without bearing the scorching heat is a boon for all shoppers; and if you are one of the window shoppers-the concept of malls was made keeping you in mind.

The concept of mall hopping is fairly new. UrbanDictionary has come up with a term called ‘Malling’, which refers to ‘going to the mall with a large group of people with no intention of buying anything’. With malls sprouting up in every nook and corner, they are easily accessible and provide for a comfortable shopping experience. All malls are evidently equipped with food courts which suffice your taste buds after a tiring shopping day out. What part of gentry does a mall cater to? Well, to each its own- wife can go shopping in the women section, men can go check out latest gadgets and children can be left to play in the kids section. Everybody is happy and satisfied.

With increasing footfalls in malls across the world-the owners aren’t complaining. It is because window shopping aggravates impulse buying. When you walk into a mall, you tend to spend around Rs. 500-600  without even giving it a thought. It helps increase sales of outlets by around 30-40 percent.

Why do people choose malls over markets? The highest contributing factor is the convenience shopping the shoppers experiences. Finding all brands under one roof without having to sweat And who in their right minds would sweat it out in the markets locating shops that they really need.

I've been noticing a new phenomenon for quite some time. Whenever I'm out in the mall, whiling away my time in the food court; I do notice a family gathering of sorts-the parents of the boy and girl accompanied by the chachi-chacha, tayi, dadi-dada, bhateeja, mami-mama, kiddies too. It has become a hot spot for first meetings without going all out and welcoming the boy's side to the home. The other day I came across a similar gathering. The boy and the girl were made to sit on a separate table to talk freely, but obviously how could they, especially under the family glare!!

Whenever we are free, the first place we can think of, is the mall. Well so be it, who's complaining? :)

rEaDiNg ReDeFiNeD!! - tWiLiGhT aNd hArRy pOtTeR

Now I may not be the first person to be speaking about it as I am sure millions of people have already written tonnes of pages on it which can be easily read via the Internet. I am not here to criticize one over the other though I do have a soft spot or rather the softest spot for Harry Potter.

And obviously we have millions of fans who are awaiting the release of both these movies since it brings an epic end to both the series, but there is something that cannot be denied. These books changed the way people began to read. We did have the Nancy Drew's and Goosebumps but I guess nothing in the living times can compare to the world wide phenomenon that these books have created.

People have read and re-read these series and we have maniacs who cover the slightest of details that you and me might miss. It has practically changed the way fiction is viewed in these times. All fiction and non-fiction works today are blatantly compared to these series with or without any similarities only because nobody has been able to live upto the rage these books have created.

No child, teenager, adult and grandpas and grandmas are untouched by the hysteria these books have created. You might not like it but you sure as hell-cannot ignore it!!

My friends who hate to read have gone on and read these series-which is saying something!! and which proves the point highlighted above. Millions of copies, DVDs sold and obviously the money generated by it has been hard to swallow. My mum has not read any of them but she hates them to the core. It is because as soon as I begin to read my favorite HP series, she wants to rip the books and burn the pieces-oooohhh!! that might mean she likes Twilight!! but I guess I'm wrong because she wants to rip the book and burn the pieces for the sole reason that I act as if my memory is modified-I become dizzy and do not understand a word addressed to me. I do not wish to eat of drink as it thoroughly disturbs my concentration while reading which is why my mum hates it in the first place.

And I understand that, because if you haven't read it-there is no way you can understand the effect it has on people. After the first time I read HP-I wanted to be a witch(if you hadn't read HP-calling someone a witch would have been a disgusting and demeaning address) and after i was through with Twilight saga I wanted to be a vampire or even a werewolf- After all who would not want to have looks like Edward, that is to say; looks to die for or a were wolfish warmth about yourself.

I guess these are just ways to live out your fantasies. Imagining things that cannot actually happen.

PS I wish I could go to Hogwarts :) 

sHoPpInG sPrEe-nOt aCtUaLLy!!

Typical weekend in the life of a teenager usually includes movies and mall hopping..one to another and then to another. Since my life had become quite boring due to long college breaks and practically no work to do. I decided to relive the teenage life..which I am not over with yet..m still 8-teen. :)


Most of the Friday night was spent reminding my sister to buy tickets for Hangover II which she gladly obliged.Since I am a total control freak..and do not wish to miss movie beginnings..even the part where they inform about the fire exits..and especially planning next movie outing by watching the movie trailors..so a constant reminder needed to be put forth for no delays..gladly there were none :)


Though the movie was a little(read very) vulgar in parts..but who cares..it was hilarious!! Zach Galifianakis  does a stupendous job acting like a total nutter :) and watching Ed Helms makes you pity the guy!! and it totally lived up to the first movie's hype..which reminds me..HANGOVER PART 1 was actually my first adult movie in a movie theater..I was barely 16 I guess :) 


The movie was followed by a relaxing window shopping spree..catching up with the latest trends..criticizing the OTT fashion statements..
What if that was all there was to life..Clothes and Accessories!! :)
Piles and piles of clothes to chose from...shelves of accessories..!! How much more exciting could it get!!
You would never have the be thrifty..because you never wanted to be in the first place!!


I'm no compulsive shopper..but what if you were..with no credit card bills to care about and no debts to clear..!!! The world would have been one happy family-well no actually!!-I can still imagine girls fighting over that one simply mesmerizing piece of cashmere scarf..obviously with no "money" to decide who the owner would be.


This brings me to the job I think would suit me the best-Personal Shopper :) Deciding what would best suit your clients keeping in mind their taste and occasion is a simply mind blowing job opportunity..especially if it keeps you near a brand new untouched  pair of Chanel boots or a pristine Jimmy Choo which would go with your Gucci sheath dress :)


It actually is a trend that is largely picking up due to its ever growing market in India. All luxury brands are first to jump to the bandwagon by hiring personal shoppers..


Even though its a little out of budget.. but it did not kill you to try that amazing cocktail dress at Burberry and imagine the level of ecstasy a girl goes through after putting on her first pair of Chanels :) and the Dior glasses to go with it 


After all as Rebbecca Bloomwood has rightly said: 


"You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that's what it's like when I see a store. Only it's better. "


AND 


"When I shop the world gets better, the world is better; and then it's not anymore and I have to do it again."

After all there are somethings guys don't understand!!!! :)

mAiD mAnIa!! :)

A typical housewife on phone to her dearest friend :

"yaarrr kya batau....ye Sheila ne to meri jaan khaa li hai.."

"kyunn kyaa huaa??.. "

"arrre mahine me 1 hafta to har mahine beemar rehti hai.. "

"haan tune bataya..tha...mera bhi kuch aisa hi haal hai...kal hi Munni ko kaam se nikala hai...sunti hi nhi thi...zara sa tok do to ulta jawaab deti thi...tera pass kum se kum Sheila to hai...mera soch..abhi abhi bartan saaf krke aayi hoon..parso hi manicure pedicure krwaya tha...sab bekar ho gyaa..."

"haaawww...yaar...main soch rahi hoon..main bhi Sheila ko kaam se nikal du..par agency wale itni jaldi koi replacement denge bhi nhi..aur upar se inka commission kitna badh gya haiii"

These are no ordinary Sheila's and Munni's..they are the shining beacon of hope for thousands of housewives who are too busy to get their perfectly manicured hands dirty in cleaning the dishes...and just imagine what  would happen to the recently rebonded and conditioned hair in all the smoke inside the kitchen..even though the kitchen is thoroughly equipped with the latest electric chimneys.

They are no less demanding than the Sheila's onscreen.. (refer to the line..."tere haath kabhi na aani") and their nakras are something you just can't ignore..(refer to the line..."haye tu na jane..mere nakhre pe laakhon rupaiyaa udda")

Hard to come by..and even harder to please..and have somewhat become a status symbol of sorts..

"uski naukrani meri wali se achi kaise..huh!! "

"haaiiyyee..lucky you...maids with decent manners are hard to come by..meri wali..finds every moment to crib about her wages"

And yes...these maids are prized possessions not only because they provide your manicured hands some "not-requied" rest..but also help you keep up with the happenings of the society..after all how can you expect a housewife's daily routine to be complete without the latest gossip about the 4th floor wala Mrs.Gupta  and the 9th floor Socialite Mrs. Saxena..

All residents envy the 3rd floor Mrs Sharma..because of her "hardworking-well mannered-well spoken MAID" and Mrs Sharma leaves no stone unturned to flaunt her to the outside world..like she is her crowing glory.. :)

Cashing in on the fairly recent phenomenon are the Servant Providing Agencies. People have to pay through their nose to get their hands on a decent servant..not to forget pay heavy commissions to the agencies..and take proper care of the servants..(or wasn't it suppose to be the other way around).Categorizing people on the basis of "Untrained" "Semi Trained" and "Fully Trained" is a funny concept.

Also is the news doing the rounds about the ill treatment of the servants at the hands of  their owners.Just for people to remember..they might be cleaning your house, cooking your food and washing your clothes..all activities which you are easily competent enough to do...gives you no right to exploit them.

JUST A THOUGHT!! :)

LiFt-Y mAtTeRs!!

Now, we all spend a considerable time in our life using the LIFT...going up floors for those of us who hate climbing the stairs...and some of us on rigorous diets..do cheat occasionally by using the lift...instead of climbing the stairs..then we have the lazy people(read i me myself) who make no efforts whatsoever in climbing stairs even if its just a floor that they have to climb..lifts, my friend!!... are invented to use...so i would appreciate if people did not give me that look!!.(even though it reads- for "old and disabled people"...dude!! m tired!!)...so there is a huge variety of people who utilize the luxury of the lift....and I've tried to group them..i don't really know how successfully but I've given it a go.




I) THE OPERATOR:
Now he usually is the person given the task of handling the lift..the first question that usually comes out of his mouth is "Which floor?"
I don't really know how much of English he is familiar with...but this is the one question he will always ask..taking his job very seriously!!
Also he is usually given a chair to sit on...and gets really angry when somebody presses the floor button himself/herself....he'll eye you suspiciously as if the amount of germs you seem to have left behind on  his pure and pristine lift buttons is unbearable..and yes...you could very well be after his job..showing his incompetence!!


II) THE MOBILE MAN:
"Arre..haan maine baat ki thi..but wo keh rhe the ki apna resume forward kr do..." 
"....7th floor.."
"Haan ....haaann.....kyaaa...thodaa tezz bolo....arrre main liftt me hoon........kyaaaaaa....haaaaannn.......kyaaaaa...lifttt..liiiftttt....."
"Oh gaawwdd ..is lift me to kabhi bhi network nhiiii aataa.."


I don't expect Abhishek Bachchan to come out of nowhere and ask THE MOBILE MAN to GET IDEA!!!!
I am not advertising for idea....I think Abhishek Bachchan and the conceptualization of the Idea ads is crap..but that is besides the point...
THE MOBILE MAN will always want to call up someone on his phone when he is in the lift...very well aware of the fact that neither IDEA AIRTEL VODAFONE ...nobody has good enough network in the lift!!!


III) THE SCANNER:
Now I have divided them into males and females...
Males will usually scout for hot chicks...checking out their vital stats...and thinking all sorts of crap in the head..!!! Now-a-days we do have males checking out males for the same reason....they will look from clothes ..to the phone...to the bag...to the laptop... trying to figure out...status..."married...unhappy...desperate"..."single..ready to mingle.." "paid-to-be-nice receptionist kind"


Then we have the females...checking out males..."good-looking..." "gay-like" "sincere" "mama's boy"
but females usually check of females....specially for clothes...."fake-louis vuitton...huh!! atleast she could've managed a better copy"..."oh dear!! such loud makeup....what is she training for...the circus!!! "


IV) THE PERFUME GUY/GIRL:
They will enter the lift....and from that moment..you will pray to God...to give you back your cold and cough..which took a month to get over..
The aura around them is such...that you just wish you never had a nose!!!!
The unbearably strong perfume..as if he/she spends a fortune on the the deodorant (good for the manufacturers though!!) everyday emptying a bottle...is too much to handle.!!


V) THE STARE MASTER:
He/she will look at anything and everything in the lift..the people..the fan..the buttons...the operator...he/she looks at people as if they are something to eat (i nicked that line from..twilight!!....no copyright violation I guess!!!!!)
They usually make the person around them a little conscious of their own appearance..hair.. make up!!
He will keep staring at a certain point...little things like fan ...lift authorization certificate.. intrigues him/her...which is weird...if  you are at the receiving end of the STARE!!!! BEWARE!!!


VI) THE PEEPER: 
Whatever you do on your phone...i-pod..more recently the i-pad...he will want to know and have a peep at everything..
even if its a personal message that you are sending or receiving...he will read it at a bullets speed...and try and assess your situation...personally I hate peepers!!!! I think they should get a life..as it is so annoying!!!




I guess I have broadly tried to group the various kinds of people you meet in the lift...but I'm sure there are many more interesting sights we get to see in the lift..and the list will only grow longer..!!! :) :)


JUST A THOUGHT!! :)

cOnTeMpLaTiOnS oF aN oLd MaN!!!

A farmer seldom loses sight of his fields..he caresses his crops...treats it like a child..because he has put his heart and soul into it...
All his hopes and prayers are for his crops...for d season to go well..the Rain Gods to have mercy....the land to yield him his bread and butter...
But today his mind is contemplating something...he is busy watching his youngest daughter, Asha who is swaying in the wind on her swing...the swing..both of them had together put up under her favourite Jamun tree..


"Bapu...main is jhoole se seedha aasman me udd jaungi..maa se milkar aaungi"

and I used to laugh and cry...

 "Tu udd jayegi to mera dhyan kaun rakhega??"


I used to laugh at her innocence...and I used to cry at my fate!! Things just fall into place...the good and the bad..!!

I had two sons and two daughters...all of whom I loved dearly...my biggest regret...was that i could not let my daughters go to school...I still remember..Kavita asking me..

"Bapu...Kishan aur Dheeraj bhaiya to master ji ke pass padhne jate hai..main kyun nahi!!! mujhe bhi padhna hai..!!"


I slapped her once when she did not stop asking me about school...I still regret the day..how was I suppose to tell her...that she was not suppose to study...she had to remain confined in the four walls of the house doing household chores...that had to be her life!!

And that is what actually happened in the end....Kavita is married to Rakesh..who works as an electrician in Sahibabad.


 Asha was always very sharp and inquisitive..she tried to grasp as much as she could from whatever little old tattered books she could grab hold of...I never stopped her..but I knew whatever she was doing had to be futile!!

I still cant bring myself to terms with the reality...what would she think of me when she grew up..she was bound to hate me..after all that I was going to make her go through...I had never imagined that...

I have lost sight of my fields not because I don't love them..but because they are not mine....!!!! My sons left the village to study in the city...but since then have not returned..the only time I heard about them was from the Mukhiya's son...who told me about their drug addiction....the zamindar has seized my only assest..my land..the land I put my heart and soul in...my only remembrance of the good times...that they were real...!!

"Bapu..shehar me to kitna kuch hoga na....meri saheli bata rahi thi ki waha bohot bade bade ghar hote hai...par mujhe gaon ki yaad ayegi...main Ajeet bhaiya ke saath kyun ja rahi hoon...aap kyun nahi chal rahe...aap kab aaoge???"


Ajeet is the zamindar's son..and also the owner of a Kotha in Bombay...he fancied Asha for a long time...I always kept her protected from the evil eyes of Ajeet...but here is when I lose...
I know how Asha will remember me...The Father Who Could Not Save His Daughter..

I wave back to Asha as she boards the train to Bombay...with a promise that I will join her soon!! A promise I will never be able to fulfill..!!!!

tHiNkInG bEyOnD tHe SeLf!!!!

all year long...i've been craving for a new phone....even though my phone is just an year old :P...the blackberrys n iphones all seem so appealing...
n yes....d all tym craving for clothes....girls never seem to hav enough...do they??? every month u need a new haircut....n specially if ur travelling by metro....THE ICONIC LADIES COMPARTMENT....how can u not keep track of the fashion...bitch abt girls wid awful hairdos....wierd dressing sense..fashion disasters...the last years...out of fashion..trends....which reminds me...of this wierd trend tat emerged last year in the monsoons....the monsoon slippers...made wid a strange plastic material....my humble request to one n all....they are...so last season...n were in vogue.bt why wear them NOW!!!!!
i've actually noticed...nearly 1/4th of the girls still wear them...n it is so bloody annoyingg!!!

anyways...as usual...i ramble a lot..n meddle wid quite a lot of subjects at once...so coming back to where we were....i read this amazing story on child prostitution...quite touching...n it made me think....the way we all crib about one thing or the other....the always met demands...the unconditional love of the parents....the doting siblings...n still we never seem to have enough...we're always crying about increasing  the pocket money...the psp...a new car...a new phone...how sick u are wid everything...mom when are we getting the lcd..??? i'm sick wid the old phone..did u know..my fren just bought a blackberry...n u just have a look at d features...i can make documents on d phone..dad its amazingg!!!....oh n yes...we must get d home wi-fied...its way more easy tat ways...dad...all my frens hav it...i totally need a laptop...i cant work on this dabba desktop...!!!

we hav 10000 demands for everyday....but hav u ever spared a thot for ur maid...d beggar at d metro station...about children picked up to work as sex workers...d world we are all so oblivious to....we are so engrossed in self....I want a laptop... I want a new phone.... I want new clothes ..we hardly care abt all these ppl...

when our demands are not met...we cry for all injustices our parents subject us to...bt the wishes of a child polishing shoes is to...earn enough to afford the meal for the day....the struggle everyday....things like food ..water.tat we all take for granted...does he even kno wat a lcd looks like...maybe not...
the education system we all curse...bt the child working at a roadside dhaaba...just wants to go to school....
the abuses we hurl at the roadside mawali for whistling while we walk past.....the sex workers deal with him n many more like him....subjected to their atrocities...more than half of them hav no idea why they are brought to a brothel...they are repeatedly raped by owners...to make them more "accessible"...the stress to satisfy clients...the threats from brothel owners...

AND WE THOT OUR LIVES WERE TOUGH!!!!!

JUST A THOUGHT!!!!

lOsT..!!!!!

i'm a brat...!!! some truly are....sum just say it coz it sounds way more cooler..!!!! half d ppl have dere fb's about me section filled with some crap like....hi!! name's xyz...i'm a total tomboy....hates romantic movies...into psp...total brat....u myt b one of those ppl....claiming ur virtual self as sum1 who u aren't...just for d simple reason for sounding 'cooler'. after all who wud like to b known as 'good natured' 'kind' 'humble' and 'aunty like'.

if u are 'auntie like'...chances are ppl myt bitch behind ur back...calling u all sorts of names....
half d girls on social networking sites put up profile pics...wid revealing clothes....hot pants...spagetti..tube tops...n wat for...to look more 'hip' and following wat dey call is d race to b more pouplar....bt watever guys have to say abt them....i hav no qualms watsoever....in calling them 'wanabeess'

afterall wat are u running after...so tat sum random guy likes ur pic..n chances are u probably wud hav no idea....who he is...n wat vile..repulsive things go around in his mind....

y do ppl brag on d internet....i was watching lovenet on channel V...where dis wannabe fashion designer..dumb as hell....chatting to sum random loser guy...telling him abt...her profession...n tat she has designed for maliaka arora and deepika padukone....

why wud u lie abt who u are...it wudnt kill u to tell....tat ur a budding fashion designer...i pity maliaka n deepika for having to bear wid her horrible designs...considering d clothes she herself was wearing....

internet does let u live a life u wudnot b able to live otherwise...hi m a model (a call center employee)....hi m an actress( an assistant to a boss..i wud readily murder)

u wish to grab eyeballs by talking to unknown ids all day long..bragging abt ur success....talking to ppl wid masked identities...who do not care a freaking penny of how big a name u are....

bt if we stand back and think.....is this a healthy practice...is it ryt...to b 2 personalities....???? wat exactly is split personality syndrome...if not dis...don we all suffer from dis....u..me...d call centre employee...d assitant...

y cant we be just us...and stop taking part in d race to b more popular....n always remember...LIFE IS NOT A ROADIES AUDITION!!!!
JUST A THOUGHT!!!

cHeCkInG mE oUt!!!

ofcourse you are....why the hell will you be HERE otherwise...

so lets..begin....i'm suppose to be all enthusiastic abt my first blog entry....but actually i'm not...coz firstly this isnt my first blog...i've tried my hands at blogging before..n trust me i was terrible....so don even go asking for d previous blog address.....n for d record...I SUCKED!!!!

n secondly..my enthusiasm has been sucked out of my usually cheerful mood...by PMS...for girls..i don need to expand that....n for guys....u don even wannna kno....

so u'd be wondering....y d second attempt...ummm...actually i hav no idea...but lets just put it this way...i wanted to put my bad mood to sum good use...i guess...

n yes....d next question tat pops into ur head...is y d wierd blog name....welll actually tat shud've been d first...bt anyways...tat hardly makes a difference....so d name is simple....it will be (i'm hopeful i'm regular wid d blog) a diary entry of sorts....n demented soul....umm...lets just put it this wayy..i'm a hugee HP buff...so hence the name...

also...since u are like formally...wid my permission ...checking me (my blog) out.....so i'd like to make some things clear.....refrain from cheap vulgar....(loser) comments...trust me u don wanna face the wrath of this demented soul....hhuhuhhahahah (devil laugh) n a kick here n dere (virtual) mite sort u out....puuff pooff.....

also...i do hav terrible sense of humour...so it;d be so much better if u don take anythin to ur heart.....coz yeahh...day to dayy...u do encounter touchy souls (sob sob)....also i'm not here to preach...anythin so ...my ideas are for me to follow.....i do not wish to advertise them...

and...i don actually kno wat for this blog is being created bt one things for sure....i've tried my hands at writing...bt not this frequently so...don expect a new post every now and then...bt yeahh i'll try to b active wid the blog n stuff....!!!lets just sayy...i've life beyond my virtual existence...so for now...i think m thru....

before i take ur leave...i wud like to apologize for d terrible SMS language...m sorry...i cant help it!!!!
anyways,...WHO CARES!!!!!!!