Monday, December 1, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
love VS LOVE
One of these past days I heard from one of my friends on how her love relationship turned out. She was tricked into a situation where she almost lost the most important thing for an Indian women. What I heard from her has left me confused on what love is all about. As they say, what "true" love actually is?
The first couple I saw as a kid, Anil Kapoor and Sreedevi, so perfect, I used to dream of them together. Love for me was so filmy then. Soon got a reality check. They were married to other individuals.
In school days, I saw some friends fall in love. Fall in love again every new year.
The era of romance, the college days. Pairs celebrating Valentine's day, talks of future, hands in hand. The roses, the songs, the movies, and the coffee shops. The perfect Sharukhs and Kajols. But there were these news flashes every now and then of boys throwing acid on the face of girl friends, just for the reason of not obeying them or accepting them. Suicide attempts, notes for the same.
The present: People being killed by lovers, killed for lover. Rapes, murder, husband-wife torture, divorces, the list goes on and on. Going through the flash back, I see not even a single dozen of couples who had fallen in love and are still in love with the same person. That is not even a single positive incident per year of my life.
The result is quite obvious, then why am I confused . . .
My parents, who got married 25 years ago, under the category of arranged marriages. In all years of my life, I have seen them shout, argue and fight eachother. Also seen them miss the other like teenage lovers when not around. Seen them support eachother through mistakes and hard times. I have realized through them, the existence of something, . . . maybe true love.
I guess it is like those legal acts in our constitutions. We know they are there in the books but don't know the use and purpose until it comes on to us.
I think I will have to wait and find out till I find my true love.
The first couple I saw as a kid, Anil Kapoor and Sreedevi, so perfect, I used to dream of them together. Love for me was so filmy then. Soon got a reality check. They were married to other individuals.
In school days, I saw some friends fall in love. Fall in love again every new year.
The era of romance, the college days. Pairs celebrating Valentine's day, talks of future, hands in hand. The roses, the songs, the movies, and the coffee shops. The perfect Sharukhs and Kajols. But there were these news flashes every now and then of boys throwing acid on the face of girl friends, just for the reason of not obeying them or accepting them. Suicide attempts, notes for the same.
The present: People being killed by lovers, killed for lover. Rapes, murder, husband-wife torture, divorces, the list goes on and on. Going through the flash back, I see not even a single dozen of couples who had fallen in love and are still in love with the same person. That is not even a single positive incident per year of my life.
The result is quite obvious, then why am I confused . . .
My parents, who got married 25 years ago, under the category of arranged marriages. In all years of my life, I have seen them shout, argue and fight eachother. Also seen them miss the other like teenage lovers when not around. Seen them support eachother through mistakes and hard times. I have realized through them, the existence of something, . . . maybe true love.
I guess it is like those legal acts in our constitutions. We know they are there in the books but don't know the use and purpose until it comes on to us.
I think I will have to wait and find out till I find my true love.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Being A SOCIAL being
'Man is a social animal.' A sentence from the civics subject books of my school days. I wish they had also included the "rules" to be followed while being social. 'Animal', that goes truly for a major categories of people existing.
Lately am repenting, why in the name of God I discontinued my karate classes during school days. Traveling in our very own Mumbai's BEST has taken me to this conclusion.
A month ago my class timing was changed to morning 7-8, because of which I am in the bus during the morning office rush hours. Coming from Ghatkopar where buses towards IIT show up in scarcity. I am mostly statued in the vertical pose.
Few days before in the bus as usual there were some senior citizens standing and a extremely cultureless fellow sitting on the reserved seats. After a long time in the traffic and heat, the elderly ladies finally spoke. They asked him "you should have got up. Didn't you see we were standing." In response, he started shouting on them "why should I ask you to sit. Cant you ask. Is it, that now I have to go about asking people to come and sit in my place", in a making fun of tone. I don't know how people will react to this but I was feeling all hot. I just wanted to hold his collar, drag him to the door and give a nice kick on his dirty bump, just throw him out. But I didn't. I just stood there thinking of what all I could have done and for what all reasons I am not doing it,
Today it was a hell in the bus. All of us a piece of sandwich named 'Mumbai traffic'. It was a catwalk below the Gandhinagar bridge. To add the sauce a old lady came with a kid, a big bag. Few of us coordinated to get her to the reserved seats. A tall man was standing just behind me. During all the hash-bash I could feel his front rub to my back. But then you can do nothing? circumstantial problems. After we all settled I felt as if he was pushing himself onto me. It happened twice. I checked behind to see if there was rush behind him simultaneously giving him a stare. It was almost my stop. As I was waiting for the people in front to get down at the stop. He pressed his front so hard to my back that even after getting down and walking all the way to the office. I felt as if his front was still stuck to my back. I couldn't do anything.
I cant learn karate, Mom says its too boyish. I cant hit that cultureless idiot coz he is a man and I would be helpless if he reverts back. Neither can I react back to the man who enjoys physical touchings in public places. He is a animal who has got rights to do as he desires and I am tied by my social 'do(s) and don't(s)'.
My social status of being a female assigns me some rules. Be shy. Be forgiving. Be sober, gentle etc etc.
DON'T REACT !!!
(I write this not to portray the helplessness of feminine gender but to send a ray of awareness and warning to those who are ignorant of these wonderful animals. May be some day we all will come together and create a world to display our reactions)
Lately am repenting, why in the name of God I discontinued my karate classes during school days. Traveling in our very own Mumbai's BEST has taken me to this conclusion.
A month ago my class timing was changed to morning 7-8, because of which I am in the bus during the morning office rush hours. Coming from Ghatkopar where buses towards IIT show up in scarcity. I am mostly statued in the vertical pose.
Few days before in the bus as usual there were some senior citizens standing and a extremely cultureless fellow sitting on the reserved seats. After a long time in the traffic and heat, the elderly ladies finally spoke. They asked him "you should have got up. Didn't you see we were standing." In response, he started shouting on them "why should I ask you to sit. Cant you ask. Is it, that now I have to go about asking people to come and sit in my place", in a making fun of tone. I don't know how people will react to this but I was feeling all hot. I just wanted to hold his collar, drag him to the door and give a nice kick on his dirty bump, just throw him out. But I didn't. I just stood there thinking of what all I could have done and for what all reasons I am not doing it,
Today it was a hell in the bus. All of us a piece of sandwich named 'Mumbai traffic'. It was a catwalk below the Gandhinagar bridge. To add the sauce a old lady came with a kid, a big bag. Few of us coordinated to get her to the reserved seats. A tall man was standing just behind me. During all the hash-bash I could feel his front rub to my back. But then you can do nothing? circumstantial problems. After we all settled I felt as if he was pushing himself onto me. It happened twice. I checked behind to see if there was rush behind him simultaneously giving him a stare. It was almost my stop. As I was waiting for the people in front to get down at the stop. He pressed his front so hard to my back that even after getting down and walking all the way to the office. I felt as if his front was still stuck to my back. I couldn't do anything.
I cant learn karate, Mom says its too boyish. I cant hit that cultureless idiot coz he is a man and I would be helpless if he reverts back. Neither can I react back to the man who enjoys physical touchings in public places. He is a animal who has got rights to do as he desires and I am tied by my social 'do(s) and don't(s)'.
My social status of being a female assigns me some rules. Be shy. Be forgiving. Be sober, gentle etc etc.
DON'T REACT !!!
(I write this not to portray the helplessness of feminine gender but to send a ray of awareness and warning to those who are ignorant of these wonderful animals. May be some day we all will come together and create a world to display our reactions)
Saturday, June 7, 2008
pehchan Kaun ?
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Sadhu Maharaj
As kid growing up I saw news of the deeds of 'sadhus' like Chandraswami, many other frauds. I also saw, learnt and read the greatness of Baba Amte, Saibaba and 'n' no.of others, still I felt these sandhus and saints were all पकंडीs. They took shortcuts to the leisures in life. For me the गृहास्थाश्रम seemed more tougher and those who opted out of it seemed cowards. They were running away from facing the real music.
I find it so difficult to suppress a desire for a chocolate. That to because of the fear of getting more fat. Which I am already due to overflow of desires towards food. And still that small little repression for my wellbeing is so hard.
There may be times when these people let loose that hold but what they did when they decided to choose this path have earned them the respect for lifetime.
But today it had to change.
On my way to the class in Ghatkopar everyday I would see some people dressed all white carrying 'potlis', stick in hand as if going for some trekking. I knew they were Jains/Gujjus and thought they are going to some temple. Today on my way back from the class I saw a big procession. Covering it from behind I saw a group of well dressed Jain ladies singing some song. Ahead of them were the white dressed women, some really young girls among them. Leading them were four chariots. One had statue of their Lord probably. On the second a girl child of around 4 sat on a lotus depicting Lord Lakshmi. There was one with goats on it. The final one, a young guy, in his 20s, dressed like a Maharaja, showering money along with coins on the crowd walking by. The band played beautifully to gather all the attention. My mind framed the scene, some rich gujju showing off his son's marriage. Still out of curiosity I asked the lady sitting in front, "marriage ah?". "No", she said, "he is going to take 'sanyas'." Later she added "he is Mcom pass." in a gesture of admiration. I looked back to see the face of the youth. He was going to give up everything that I was going to strive for in future. He will have to control and leave behind eveything from basic human desires to those attached to particular stages of ones life.I find it so difficult to suppress a desire for a chocolate. That to because of the fear of getting more fat. Which I am already due to overflow of desires towards food. And still that small little repression for my wellbeing is so hard.
There may be times when these people let loose that hold but what they did when they decided to choose this path have earned them the respect for lifetime.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Making of The Day
This is how it was planned and executed:
20-05-08
We had decided about a month ago when Kaumadi Ma'am informed us of Sameer sir's bday, "we have to celebrate it in a big and extremely unexpected way". We started burning our brain stoves since then for the perfect idea.
PLAN A:
Make something by ourselves to gift him.
IDEA 1: Let's make a clay model
FLOP : In an attempt to trick Sir to give us some ideas on clay modeling he informed us, with our process it will melt down in this heat.
IDEA 2 : We decide on various options with our expert Bhairav. Robot with candy sticks, Geometrical shapes with paper dough, house with एम्सीइल, big umbrella stand etc etc.
FLOP: Each voted out because of lesser majority approving.
IDEA 3: A lamp shade with the help of balloon, etc etc.
APPROVED !!!
EXECUTION OF THE PLAN
We roam throughout the IIT Campus trying to find raw materials. We find the mid rod from one of junkyard.
Similarly the base wood from another, the rest from stationary shop and our homes. We leave with the promise to do a big amount of hard work the next day.
21-05-08
We meet up at Sandip T' house and start our day of creation.
Step 1:Blow the balloon to the required size.
Step 2:Cut butter papers to wrap around the balloon.Step 4:Clean and polish the rod.
22-05-08
(Its all in today's date. The whole magic. Whatever has to be done has to be done today. Yesterdays work is all dry and strong.)
Step 5: Color the the thread to be wound around the balloon portion to give it a look and more strength.All said and done good. We have been invited for a treat to our very own Bhavani juice center.
To have our 'मेहनत के मीटे फ़ल' :D
A successful fruitful making of The Day - Sir's Birthday
20-05-08
We had decided about a month ago when Kaumadi Ma'am informed us of Sameer sir's bday, "we have to celebrate it in a big and extremely unexpected way". We started burning our brain stoves since then for the perfect idea.
PLAN A:
Make something by ourselves to gift him.
IDEA 1: Let's make a clay model
FLOP : In an attempt to trick Sir to give us some ideas on clay modeling he informed us, with our process it will melt down in this heat.
IDEA 2 : We decide on various options with our expert Bhairav. Robot with candy sticks, Geometrical shapes with paper dough, house with एम्सीइल, big umbrella stand etc etc.
FLOP: Each voted out because of lesser majority approving.
IDEA 3: A lamp shade with the help of balloon, etc etc.
APPROVED !!!
EXECUTION OF THE PLAN
We roam throughout the IIT Campus trying to find raw materials. We find the mid rod from one of junkyard.
Similarly the base wood from another, the rest from stationary shop and our homes. We leave with the promise to do a big amount of hard work the next day.
21-05-08
We meet up at Sandip T' house and start our day of creation.
Step 1:Blow the balloon to the required size.
Step 2:Cut butter papers to wrap around the balloon.Step 4:Clean and polish the rod.
(Poof!! The heat is killing us. Hope it dries pasted papers. Stinking like hell we pause for the day.)
22-05-08
(Its all in today's date. The whole magic. Whatever has to be done has to be done today. Yesterdays work is all dry and strong.)
Step 5: Color the the thread to be wound around the balloon portion to give it a look and more strength.
(Mission accomplished with flying colors)
Step 6:Leave the thread to dry, later glue onto the balloon part and keep to dry.
Step 7: Painting and Electrical
The wooden base is applied primer later to be painted with silver. The welding, drilling, cutting is done to place the bulb.
Step 8: Paste the color paper in a fashion to give it a desired final look.
Everything is put together and kept aside to dry off properly and weld together.
FINAL OUTPUT:The gift is all set now lets go behind the arrangements to give Sir the big surprise.
We have decided to wish him right at 12 in the night. -the studio team.
All of meet in front of Sameer Sir's building. Seeing light in his room we shift towards the side of the building to avoid the situation of him peeping out by any chance.
Everybody signs the greeting card
Done!! Everybody is happy with the proceedings
FINAL OUTPUT 2 Lets prepare the cake
Step 7: Painting and Electrical
The wooden base is applied primer later to be painted with silver. The welding, drilling, cutting is done to place the bulb.
Step 8: Paste the color paper in a fashion to give it a desired final look.
Everything is put together and kept aside to dry off properly and weld together.
FINAL OUTPUT:The gift is all set now lets go behind the arrangements to give Sir the big surprise.
We have decided to wish him right at 12 in the night. -the studio team.
All of meet in front of Sameer Sir's building. Seeing light in his room we shift towards the side of the building to avoid the situation of him peeping out by any chance.
Everybody signs the greeting card
Done!! Everybody is happy with the proceedings
FINAL OUTPUT 2 Lets prepare the cake
Light the candles!!! Everything was done before going upstairs to avoid any sounds.
FINAL OUTPUT 3So finally we are ready with everything. Lets go !! Sir was surprised, shocked. We have been successful in what we had planned for. There was only one thing that didn't go as we planned. We would have loved to wake him from his sleep. :(
But I think these expressions were definately what we had wished for.
On receiving the gifts " Happy Birthday to you . . . . . "" . . . to dear Sameer Sir . . . "The party is on and everyone's enjoying hogging the cake and the 'chewda' provided by sir.The whole gang of the night bash with Sir before leaving him with some clean ups to be done:)
If Sir thought that was it, that was all we had planned for him. He was wrong. There was definitely a PLAN B.
Celebration at KReSIT:
FINAL OUTPUT 3So finally we are ready with everything. Lets go !! Sir was surprised, shocked. We have been successful in what we had planned for. There was only one thing that didn't go as we planned. We would have loved to wake him from his sleep. :(
But I think these expressions were definately what we had wished for.
On receiving the gifts " Happy Birthday to you . . . . . "" . . . to dear Sameer Sir . . . "The party is on and everyone's enjoying hogging the cake and the 'chewda' provided by sir.The whole gang of the night bash with Sir before leaving him with some clean ups to be done:)
If Sir thought that was it, that was all we had planned for him. He was wrong. There was definitely a PLAN B.
Celebration at KReSIT:
To have our 'मेहनत के मीटे फ़ल' :D
A successful fruitful making of The Day - Sir's Birthday
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