If you start putting your brain into the kind of statements our dear leaders make, you will not be left with any doubt that they do not consider their beloved janta anything more than a bunch of fools. And God! Their creative slogans.. waise there are some I just loved. And then you’ll see them wearing 100 kgs ka garland and holding swords imitating some Maratha Hero with trembling hands.
So, the shoe drama was awesome. It brought Chidambaram directly in the league of Presidents of some great countries like US and China. The only thing that dampened the charm was that the shoe he got was of Reebok, Bush got a Nike
But I think to make the news bigger, Chidambaram should have responded quickly and have asked for the other shoe.. that would have reflected the true spirit of an Indian: Exploiting every resource to fullest. But what happened to that sardar ji.? I recommend a patriotic test for him. We Indians are known for keeping stationery, napkins and soap bars in our pockets as memoirs, whenever we go to five star hotels.. then how can an adna-sa-reporter throw a Reebok shoe and spoil his pair, that too for a politician. That is so unIndian.
Anyways. He got what you may not get even after working for society for many years - the ticket for Lok Sabha. Now, this is definitely so Indian.
The other awesome show is by Gandhi Brothers - Rahul and Varun. They both look quite similar to each other. Very fair and very dumb. And while Rahul can be taken as a model for Lip Guard (due to his dimpled smile), Varun reminds me of Osama without turban, I appreciate his energy level. But the younger bro really stole the show. In one jhataka, he joined the Modi Club, while Rahul Baba still needs Priyanka for his promotion.
Ab Chalegi Badlav ki Aandhi, Narendra Modi, Varun Gandhi.
.. wow ..
I don’t understand, why doesnt Priyanka Gandhi join the party and give Congress a respectable leadership. Soniya and Rahul has done a lot of kachra, I tell you. I am amused by the Congressians’ pateince. Even after knowing that both their star campaigners are big time jokers, they still worship them religiously… or may be they don’t have any choice. Interestingly, there is a section of youngsters, who has started appreciating congress for its young faces, but someone tell them… radiating skin and black hair can not make you a leader, neither they earn you the credibility to become the future of a country.
Modi is right.. “Budiya nahi toh Gudiya”
Btw, what kind of statement is this? “Rahul will definitely become the Prime Minister”?
Who’s gonna decide the PM for this country? The citizens of the country or the member of a family, which never did anything other than playing politics, generations after generations.
And to add more masala.. She wants to see her brother becoming a groom before becoming the PM. And she won’t play the role of a match-maker.. he’ll have to find the bride himself. Wow! Awesome… emotions.. such a caring sister.. such an obedient brother.. and such a lovely family… how Indian!!
And now the most interesting - Bhay Ho! I loved it
bhay ho.. bhay ho.. phir bhi jai ho.. aaja aaja voter is jhanse ke tale… aaja aaja jhute muthe wade ke tale..
bhay ho.. bhook ho
Ratti ratti karke hamane jaan gawai hai.. Bhooke pet jaag jaag raat bitai hai.. mandi ki maar main naukri ganwa di gin gin wade hamane zindagi bita di.. mandi ho.. atank ho.. mehangai ko …. phir bhi jai ho…
Yeh sab sirf Indian political campaigning main hi ho sakta hai… needless to say, media toh pagal ho hi chuka hai… I love India a lot!
Interestingly, many people are finding me out on facebook these days. Interesting because, I made an account on facebook soon after it came into existence and then never checked it. Gradually, I forgot that I even belong to there. But recently when a friend said that he saw my profile there, I realised that it was the mistake of my one of those hyper-curiosity-convulsive moments, when I used to have an urge of opening an account on every website present in the world. There was a time, when I used to maintain 18 different email IDs, three different chatting accounts for gtalk, yahoo, skype and MSN, two usernames for orkut - one for personal , other for professional contacts and 7 blogs: 5 on blogspot, one on rediffiland and one on wordpress. 90 % of these accounts had the same username and password and once a colleague forgot to which account he should send the mail so he sent it to namratabharat@gmail, yahoo.com, yahoo.co.in, hotmail.com etc etc.. and guess what?? I got the mail in most of them
Gradually, the workload increased and it became difficult to manage so many usernames. So, I stopped checking most of them at all. I changed my passwords also and maintained a record of what belongs to which. I am very poor in keeping things private, either I forgot them at all as in the case of passwords, or I tell them to everybody as in the case of secrets , which I keep on leaking expecting people that they wont tell it to any one else.
Since it is next to impossible for people to find me on orkut, I was taken aback when a very very old friend contacted me through a social networking site…. facebook. We were classmates in primary school and actually shared that typical-bachpan-ki-dosti. We actually had a gudde-gudiya ki shaadi, and I also remember that for a school function she was made my wife. I don’t remember the class, but I think it happened when we were in class 4.
So, after finding me on facebook, she literally asked me to ‘prove my identity’. Now, this was the first time in my life when someone was asking for a proof of my identity and I did not want to miss that glamorous opportunity so I wrote her a emotional biography of how we use to live together like true sisters and how my parents used to scold me because she always scored better marks, and how she used to boast about her food, whereas, mine was always better than hers; how our classteacher used to ask her to bring attendance book, chalk and duster, making her feel important because she knew her family; and how much I was impressed by her dance; and how much we used to enjoy being at the terrace of her new house; and how much I used to think that we will always be together.. taken from classroom to dance class to playground to friend’s house.
Obviously she was overwhelmed by such a dramatic emotional expression of my heart… it certainly gave her the impression that our love has not decreased even by an iota, even though we have not heard from each other for almost 15 years now. She wrote me… “main tujhe kitne saaloon se talaash kar rahi thi… aur tu finally yahan mili”. I felt really good, because no body has looked for me for years… thanks.. its a different feeling and becasue I am so happy I can say .. ok, your food was not significantly low in quality when compared to mine. That friend got married few years back and now has a daughter, and since I still remember her childhood face I can say that the baby looks exactly like her mother.
At times, I feel all the moments we have lived in our past are still very much alive. It’s just that we have moved ahead and deliberately lost touch with them. But sometimes, a blow of wind comes and we realise that we still are as innocent, childish, stupid, curious, funny and carefree as we used to be when we were 5-years old. Just a little dusting and the mirror gives you your true image!
The summer internship is about to start and I am joining BJP. Sounds like a dream, no? Sometimes your destiny takes you on a road you have only thought of and you decide to walk on it, just out of sheer madness of your character. I love my impulsive nature, though it has earned me lots of defame and misunderstandings, yet it is what that makes me myself in the truest sense. What I'll be if I just stop doing what I love doing without thinking about the past, present and future. A lot of people try to become like me but just as I can't be them, they can't be me either. This again has earned me a tremendous loss of good friends, but.. it happens!
So, when I decided to join BJP as a management trainee for two months, a lot of jaws dropped, except of my mom, dad, Neeru aunty and my two best friends. May be now they have started believing in me, otherwise what else can be the reason that they did not ask me any questions or suspect my decision or tagged me that I am confused, suggested me to join a corporate house or ask me what am I going to do in BJP, just because they exactly knew what I am going to do in BJP. Thanks ma, pa, aunty, Anu and Manjari. I love you all so much. Today I realise what it means to have family support. J
So, initially a lot of jaws dropped.. what the hell am I gonna do in politics.. It's dirty.. It's not related with our curriculum how will you justify your choice during placements you may not get good people blah blah blah. Hey hold on people life is much more than classroom studies and placement worries.. similarly, management education is much more than 'typical' business offices and classroom lectures. And now when so many people are appreciating my decision I wonder what has made other students to contact me personally and request if they can have some project too.
Anyway. We can't help those who do not dare to act differently. How long is thinking differently going to help us? For eras we are reading that if something bad has to happen, it will happen.. then why do we worry so much. Isn't initial carefulness enough that we must think of before putting a step ahead or is it necessary to keep our dogmas within and still believe that the world will be a wonderful place one day. Sometimes I doubt if these motivational quotes, speeches or texts really help somebody, or if they do, then the number is any bigger than that counted on fingertips?
I really wish everything falls in place in the next two months and I manage to realise the dream I am seeing and cherishing for last so many years. Being a part of a strong national political party during the Lok Sabha elections. Aahh! I am overwhelmed. Let's see how the wonder unfolds and I'll keep on flooding my blog with many never-before experiences.
One of the movies that has portrayed Naxalist movement in its vulgarly true form is Hazaroon Khwahishein Aisi. Many people think that it is a movie that shows you some dark desires of a woman, who indirectly acts as protagonist by being the driving force behind some major incidents. Even the director Sudhir Mishra thinks so, he told me this, when I had interviewed him, once.
However, I take this movie as an honest illustration of energetic and misguided youngsters, infact, the college pass-outs in a better sense. Every generation witnesses some of such rebels. Misguided does not mean that they were taken on a wrong path by the force of some revolutionary strong words. By this I mean, they were taught to see a right destination, but were never told how to reach there.
I do not know where the fault is. This confusion, fear of taking decisions and submitting to compromises is not something that only our generation is seeing. It has remain there for a long long time and in worst forms. But why?
I believe that no revolution can even reach its stage 2 if it does not have the student’s power. They are such an immense source of energy that their not being a part of an action is unimaginable. At least to me. And I have seen that you always have sufficient number of youngsters to stand with you, whenever you want to step ahead and take The Decision. Yet we have a long list of failed social movements. Perhaps, this list stands as a dampener for every new effort. Sadly, it continues to increase.
Seeing the latest, Mandal II fiasco, I can most definitely say this country is not at all ready for any change. May be no country accepts any big change till it becomes indispensable for it to accept it. May be if Gandhi ji had not been thrown out of the train, he would have never become what he became. Who knows?
Presently, we Indians are enjoying our times. We know things are not perfect, but we have started loving the imperfections. We do not want things to change. We want to get them better. But what betterment? We do not know. Everyone does not have vision. We do have our dreams, which we proudly announce as ‘our own way of bringing a change’. Unfortunately, people who write on blogs or mails or have yahoo groups and forums to discuss these prospective changes are not the ones who actually suffer.
The gap between the haves and havenots has got so big that a lot of people of my generation do not even consider that havenots do exist. They have not seen them. They do not know what can be the extent of lawlessness, because in their case it never went beyond eve-teasing or theft or at the max a murder.
Sometimes, I think a day should come in the life of all of us, where we starve and we do not have anything to eat. Then may be we’ll realise the thought process of those havenots. In one of his books, CK Prahalad considers the bottom of the social pyramid, the people living under BPL as the ones with high enterprenerial skills. I liked that line. But I have serious issues with why the heck we are gauged by our average income and purchasing power. When we talk about underdeveloped India, we come to slums and BPL. I agree they need immediate attention and all blah blah blah. But these are the people who may not have opportunities, they do have dreams. What about that India, where people do not even have dreams?
Why do all of us want to go to villages and teach students. People are doing such things for ages. Yet things have not gone better in true sense. We need some substantial and some real big steps. We need visions…. individual dreams would not make the impact we need. We need to bring people together. Its about synergy, its about unity. We want people to walk with us….. but I think, its the time when we should become those people, who are ready to walk with you. Somebody has to start.
She is not actually a stranger to me, but I do not know even know her. She is there in my g-talk list for some three years now; and in all these years, we would have not spoken to each other for more than three four times. Most of the times, our only interactions were Happy Holi or Diwali or New Year or nice status message or how are you, kya chal raha hai? She is a journalist too and works in the same news paper I used to work, but at a different location.
Thinking that she is a writer, I had asked her if she writes a blog and she said that she does not get time. Pretty obvious! Today she sent me an off-liner with a msg that she has created a blog finally and is sending me the link. Her blog had the same pink template, I had, when I started with "In search of ". At that time its name was 'This is the world from my eyes'. Little Cheesy.. now I feel too, but three years back, it was the best.
Back to her..
Her blog made me sad. I have developed this strange habit of getting senti over blogs these days. May be because now I have restricted myself to my blog and even more to my diary. It happens. Not in all phases of life, you get people, with whom you can be blunt and frank and open and straight-from-the-shoulder. May be this is one drawback of growing up. As you grow old, you become more and more accountable for everything you say and when you are someone, who suffers from eternal verbal diarrhoea, life becomes difficult for you.
So, her blog
I guess, she had a break-up or something, for she wrote few lines like ' "For every time I loved you and for every time I thought of not loving you anymore, I now realise that you were never responsible. It started from me; it is getting over at me."
For some reasons, I related with her post more than required. Not because I am facing any break-up or related stuff, but because even I am seeing a lot of relationships falling down around me. And I wonder why is it happening? I know, if you are someone who falls in the age bracket of 20 to 30 years, you'll most certainly have at least some trouble due to your heart. I have a friend, who is more than clear when it comes to defining her love life. She says, "I never loved him, I only liked him, because he loves me so much. Due to his selflessness, I agreed to become a part of this lovely journey, but even he knows that I will never tell my parents about this and this relationship has no future."
I respect this friend for her clear point of view, but I feel sad for that boy, who still wishes her good morning and good night, every day, religiously, thinking that she waits for this.. or may be thinking that her heart will change. I wish it does.
But then why does GOD make two opposite people meet. I agree, in every relationship one person loves the more. But why is it so that in some relationships, one person carries the entire load alone. Why can't the lord make right people meet each other? Some say it is done to bring balance into the world. But I guess in suggested situation there will be more happiness in the world and hence even more balance.
All these scary thoughts sometimes force me to recreate my opinions towards arranged marriages. I belong to a school of thought, which is totally against the concept of arranged marriages, with some ’strongly-followed-by-this-generation’ set of parameters of knowing your life partner before tying knots and blah blah blah.
I have friends who had love marriages, and is their life any different? They are making the same compromises, their in-laws still pass on some irresponsible comments about 'tumhare papa ne yeh nahi kiya', their hubbies still demand to understand 'their' culture and behave accordingly. And with no exaggerations, in most of the cases, I realised this that living together under one roof is drastically different from sharing coffee at CCDs. Even the perceptions about your 'well-known-and-hence-chosen-life partner' changes too with same drat. As in the words of one of my friends, "the lustre lasts for one month, till you are invited for dinner every second day of the week. Once, this phase is over and you are expected to make bed-tea for everybody, your loving lover becomes just any other husband". !!
I can't say which path is better. But yes indeed, none is perfect with equally high risks on both of them. Gosh!!
"It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
” For some people, life is a race. They do not come here to live. They come here to win. They know ‘winning is the only thing’. The charm of victory gives them the strength to sacrifice some most cherished things in life. They offer everything for their only aim in life - fulfill all goals.. and they still keep on running and running, because they have made their body, heart and soul believe that ‘winning is the only thing’. They do want companions, but only the ones, who do not bring them any distraction… and the ones, who can run alongside them with the same pace, because they have never known how to slower down their speed for the people, who are running with them… for them…You remain with them, till you can run with them…following their rules… in their pace…. and if you cannot… you are left alone on that track, while you watch them.. .still running…. and… moving ahead.
