The name of the post might lead you to think of comedy kings like Raju srivastava or Sunil Pal. No offenses to these great talents as I am their big fan too!! However, we are talking about the laughter champions of Indian politics. People who rule us or going to rule us are so dedicated to the common cause of a better Indian and a better society that they are even taking care of the emotional health of the public!!
Laughter is the best medicine, a proverb so true that it has forced political maharajs to plays as clowns. Still, don't get it? Let me see if I can give you a real life example. Oh, there are plenty. So, let's begun our journey of laughter.
Event1: King of kings, Lalu ji saying, our doors are open for left and for congress and for everybody else except whose underwear isn't adorned with Saffron laces.
Left mocks at this proposition and says, we don't want these doors or windows and we pity on the mess in which Laluji is floundering.
Event2: Amar Singh ji tries to climb the everst, errr sorry the stage of a political rally and does a somersault kind of thing to show, how fit he is to lead the country.
I pity the eccentric minds of media, who projected this is "Amar Singhji Ludak Gaye". Can we not show some respect to the feelings of the Amarsingh ji as his sole intention was to cheer up the mood of the public.
However, it's a different case that he has done this more than once in this election and public may find it monotonous and may ask him to do some Bhangra or Break dance next time. Who knows, he might be a champion at that too (Considering his close association with Bade Bhaiya!!)
Event3: I hate to mention these events but to ignore them will be an atrocious act on the hardwork done by the new upcoming clan who proudly call themselves as "Shoe Slingers", the watershed event which happened to take place in a press conference at a remote place in Iraq, has inspired many a people to throw shoes, never mind if the person on the podium is as clean as Mr. Chidambaram (PC). However, People affected by these shoes range from Mr. PC to Mr. LK.
There was a tough competition for the first prize of "Best Shoe Slinger", and the award goes to the unknown person, who hit the "Jumping Jack" because he was the only one who had hit the stumps (sorry IPL hazards, read face) directly.
A confused yet intelligent Sardarji who threw the shoe at a wrong press conference comes runner up. It's not his fault if no one told him where to throw, he simply chose it by a lucky draw.
Event4: A rather neglected event happened in my hometown Gwalior (Read Gabaliar/ Gawaliar), where a infuriated Yashodhra Raje chided the innocent yet belligerent public who dared to show the hostility by gossiping while Yashodhra was speaking about the plans, she has for Gwalior's development.
I doubt the veracity of her origin, as a gwaliorite she should have known that when people of Gwalior ignore you, it means they love you and consider as a one amongst themselves.
However, the episode ended on a sad note when he shouted, "Mein apke bhale ki baat kar rahi hu, aur aap ko sunna hi nahi hai".
So many events and so much of laughter. However, the gem of the events was the last one
Event5: Congress Says: Left parties have ruined West Bengal and we are against them in WB but we will form an alliance with them at centre.
BJP Says: We will form a Non-Congress and Non-Left Government.
Left Says: We will form a Non-BJP and a Non-Congress Government.Sorry, we also say that No Government can be formed without left's support.
Well, Obviously the visual sense are more closer to the laughter juices of the body to tickle them up but considering the limitations, this is the best I could come up with....
May the funniest person win (oops, I made a blunder!!)
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Which Side You Belong To?
Creating a debate out of nowhere has always been my thing. Provoking otherwise placid speakers and bringing them to an audible level has always been a fun thing for me. However, those were the days of my life when the biggest worry would be to manage petrol expense of my petrol thirstly and much pamperd Vespa scooter. As hour hand of the watch passed the baton to the month of calendar and these months circled the track of year many a times, I realized, I have somehow lost that innate desire to create stirr among public emotions.
Few days ago, I got one such opportunity on which I jumped in such a ugly and uncivilized way that even few of our politicians would have thought of some decency. However, the initial euphoria of retrying my old devil tricks was shortlived. It's not that I didn't succeed in creating a debate but in relation to my previous debates, I left this one with much disappointed look on my face and a heart full of shame.
The major difference that I forgot to notice was the subject of the discussion. Very few people actually know that being emotionally involved with one side of the debate is the biggest crime a speaker can commit. If you want to enjoy a debate, always be reasonable and by being passionate, you will only harm your chances of fairing better in the battlefield. So, the topic was "Slumdog Millionaire" and as usual, I started criticizing the movie. Till this point, I was neither a jingoist or a chauvinst who just stand on the roof top and give air to his troubled ideas. Somewhere, between the debate I realized that I got passionate and started to blabber a few things related to topic.
I said to myself, oh come on, whom I am kidding, the movie is a glaring reality. Behind all the scenes of growing prosperity, citizens of my country still stand in line for a water tanker. For each penny, I spend on luxury, a indignant faces stares at me.
I have never belonged to any side in any debate (Giving arguments in favor of one side is a different thing) but this time, I think I would love to switch sides and do something meaningful than just arguing.
Few days ago, I got one such opportunity on which I jumped in such a ugly and uncivilized way that even few of our politicians would have thought of some decency. However, the initial euphoria of retrying my old devil tricks was shortlived. It's not that I didn't succeed in creating a debate but in relation to my previous debates, I left this one with much disappointed look on my face and a heart full of shame.
The major difference that I forgot to notice was the subject of the discussion. Very few people actually know that being emotionally involved with one side of the debate is the biggest crime a speaker can commit. If you want to enjoy a debate, always be reasonable and by being passionate, you will only harm your chances of fairing better in the battlefield. So, the topic was "Slumdog Millionaire" and as usual, I started criticizing the movie. Till this point, I was neither a jingoist or a chauvinst who just stand on the roof top and give air to his troubled ideas. Somewhere, between the debate I realized that I got passionate and started to blabber a few things related to topic.
I said to myself, oh come on, whom I am kidding, the movie is a glaring reality. Behind all the scenes of growing prosperity, citizens of my country still stand in line for a water tanker. For each penny, I spend on luxury, a indignant faces stares at me.
I have never belonged to any side in any debate (Giving arguments in favor of one side is a different thing) but this time, I think I would love to switch sides and do something meaningful than just arguing.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
For you Maa...
This one is coming a bit late but a masterpiece written by Nida Fazli touches the emotional chords of my heart. This one is for you maa:
बेसन की सोंधी रोटी पर,
खट्टी चटनी जैसी माँ।
याद आती है चौका बासन,
चिमटा फुकनी जैसी माँ।
बांस की खुर्री खाट के ऊपर,
हर आहट पर कान धरे।
आधी सोयी आधी जागी,
थकी दुपहरी जैसी माँ।
चिडियों के चहकार में गूंजे,
राधा-मोहन अली अली।
मुर्गे की आवाज़ से खुलती,
घर की कुण्डी जैसी माँ।
बीवी, बेटी, बहिन, पडोसन,
थोडी थोडी सी सब में।
दिन भर एक रस्सी के उप्पर,
चलती नतनी जैसी माँ।
बाँट के अपना चेहरा, माथा,
आँखें जाने कहा गई।
फटे पुराने इक एल्बम में,
चंचल लड़की जैसी माँ।
बेसन की सोंधी रोटी पर,
खट्टी चटनी जैसी माँ।
याद आती है चौका बासन,
चिमटा फुकनी जैसी माँ।
बांस की खुर्री खाट के ऊपर,
हर आहट पर कान धरे।
आधी सोयी आधी जागी,
थकी दुपहरी जैसी माँ।
चिडियों के चहकार में गूंजे,
राधा-मोहन अली अली।
मुर्गे की आवाज़ से खुलती,
घर की कुण्डी जैसी माँ।
बीवी, बेटी, बहिन, पडोसन,
थोडी थोडी सी सब में।
दिन भर एक रस्सी के उप्पर,
चलती नतनी जैसी माँ।
बाँट के अपना चेहरा, माथा,
आँखें जाने कहा गई।
फटे पुराने इक एल्बम में,
चंचल लड़की जैसी माँ।
Sunday, April 05, 2009
It's better to be a child
Coming from a religious Brhamin family, Pramod was understandbly inclined towards GOD. Though, at a mere age of 15, he was sane enough to choose his friends.
He chose Iqbal, because he liked his company. The depth of their relationship couldn't be gauged by materialitic vision, their deep rooted bond was full of innocence and mutual love for each other. Iqbals' compass always had one extra pencil for him, Iqbal's lunch box always had one sweet extra for him and most importantly Iqbal's heart always had enough room to accomodate Pramod's each and every desire.
Iqbal would run to the world's end to fetch a glass of water if Pramod feels thirsty. Comparing them by size, Pramod was no match was Iqbal's well crafted physique. Pramod looked like a shakled pyramid of bones which looks like giving up at any point, however, Iqbal was a naturally gifted athelete and was well known for his skills in almost all the sports.
As some infamous adage says, "All good things come to an end", a few years later a riot erupted in their city. Unluckily, the riot was based on communal issues. Being from the different sides of the fences, Both these innocent souls were locked up in their own houses with strict instructions to not to enter another's community's area.
Both these untainted personalities argued at length and struggled to break free from all such pre-conceived beliefs. All their efforts resulted in cipher, Relations decimated, Trust destroyed and sadly, Innocence lost too.
These two souls blessed with all the love in the world for each other, suddenly learnt to hate the people based on some rubbish taught to them by the so called "Respactable People" of their community.
These two inseparable souls lost touch over the years, Pramod went abroad for higher studies, Iqbal took over his father's leather business. Every now and then, they kept thinking of each other, missed their small pranks with other boys. Pramod cried a few times while remembering the love which Iqbal showered on him without any selfish motive. He would remember Iqbal jumping over the wall to fetch mangoes for him and once he got caught and took a beating. Where else in the world, could there be such a self less love?
Years passed on, these adoloscent souls became matured and puzzled human being. They got married, got engrossed in their respective lives so much that they had no time for old memories.
However, as history repeat itself, Pramod's 6 year old son Suyash chosen his first friend. Pramod could not control and his emotions welled up in his eyes when he heard the name of this new friend was Iqbal.
मनुष्यता
मनुष्यों के इस जंगल में मनुष्यता कहाँ गई।
सभ्यता के इस आडम्बर में, चंचलता कहाँ गई।
मस्तिक्ष के इस जाल में, कई कई विचित्रता।
हर कहीं विवशता और हर कहीं अशक्तता।
किंतु परन्तु के चक्रव्यूह में, कई कई प्रश्न है।
परस्तिथि की धुरी पर घूमता ये विश्व है।
अंतर्मन के द्वंद में जीतता क्यों कंस है।
कृष्ण की आराधना में लीन फ़िर भी भक्त है।
विश्वास को लिए हुए, निर्भय निडर ये रक्त है।
विज्ञान से अज्ञान हो चंचल मद मस्त है।
सभ्यता के इस आडम्बर में, चंचलता कहाँ गई।
मस्तिक्ष के इस जाल में, कई कई विचित्रता।
हर कहीं विवशता और हर कहीं अशक्तता।
किंतु परन्तु के चक्रव्यूह में, कई कई प्रश्न है।
परस्तिथि की धुरी पर घूमता ये विश्व है।
अंतर्मन के द्वंद में जीतता क्यों कंस है।
कृष्ण की आराधना में लीन फ़िर भी भक्त है।
विश्वास को लिए हुए, निर्भय निडर ये रक्त है।
विज्ञान से अज्ञान हो चंचल मद मस्त है।
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Coming from slums
So, Did you like the movie? I asked my manager. Before going to the movie, he was pretty excited about watching a glimpse of India and listening to the famous oscar winning scores. However, all I can find was a suppressed pity on his face. The pity was crying loud "Poor Indians", "Oppressed Indians" and all the negative adjectives I could relate to.
In a striking contrast to my otherwise placid nature of taking the things lightly, I confronted him upfront and asked a reason for being so sympathetic towards my nation. He was particularly bothered about the 'Oil-Pouring' scene where the children are made handicap to earn money for their masters. Though, I admitted that it was an ugly truth but I had to also acknowledge the progress India has made and how the quality of life has improved over the years. I plainly told him that such things are under scanner these days and as media and government authorities are a lot more stringent these days.
So, this incident forced me to write something on this movie. The movie was surely made in a negative spirit. I am not saying that the things shown in the movie are totally false and came out of no where. But take a look at below points and then think, is our society really that bad??
1. It is in the slums that a child's running nose is wiped by his neighbors and with love, they reprimand him for playing all day.
2. It is in the slums that one can decide the menu of his dinner based on the suggestions of the "Pados wali Aunty'.
3. It is in the slums that no morning goes without a general chitchat about general problems like water or light or blah blah blah
4. It is in the slums that the entire community have common problems and they look for a collective solution.
5. It is in the slums that people irrespective of their religion drink water from the same handpump.
6. Its in the general compartment of the train, where people give their suggestions on politics, their respective careers and dont feel ashamed of disturbing the privacy of each other.
7. There may be forced prostitution in India ( which is bad) but what about the west where a school going gal earns 4000 pounds per month out of the same filth, she had no compulsions but thats her freedom.
8. The oil pouring scene is real touchy ( I almost had goosebumps) . However, watch American Gangster and what was done there was as henious as this crime. Distributing the Maijuana to the young generation is equally abhorable but they havent shown it with a feeling of guilt.
9. Media shows the hooligans beat some public in pub. I appreciate media for bringing it to notice and they should be punished. But why media never shows, the Saraswati Shishu Mandir that RSS is running across India. In villages, where convents go and do force conversions, Saraswati Shishu Mandirs ask ppl to follow their original religion and shoudl focus on education for their betterment.
10. Why Media never shown the images of RSS workers picking the charred bodies when planes collided in Charkhi Daadri and no NGO and govt body was there for quite sometime.
11. Why Media never shows the women upliftment programs, these NGOs are running. They have done so much for the intellectual and economic upliftment of the society but Media is bothered about a few outspoken persons (like Muthalik, Togadiya and others). To book Varun Gandi under NSA is again a sign of where we are heading. Why not book Gilani for his demand of applying Islamic Rule and castigating the concept of democracy itself or Imam of Jama Masjid under NSA when he refused to pray for Kargil Soldiers. Nobody dared to cover that statement and ask for his apology because we are SECULAR.
I am not saying that things shown in Slum dog are false, they are a glaring reality but we dont need a brit to create sympathy in the hearts of the others. This movie has aimed at creating a feeling of pity for India which is not any proud citizen would be pleased with .
So, this movie is just a hype created by Media and doesn't potray the problems or even the spirit of India in a positive spirit. Indian cinema has seen many a masterpieces like Salam Bombay , Dharavi, Ardh Satya and Mother India which has portrayed similar problems in our society.
At the ending note, I remember 'Robert David Gregory's statement' from his book 'Shantaram'- Try stuffing thrice as many people in a country like France and they will fight till the last drop of blood is there but one can't imagine Indians doing that to each other, who feel guilty even if their feet touches yours by fault and ask for the forgiveness from the almighty. So, this movie is nothing classic apart from a few technicalities like Editing. you call Jai Ho as a Masterpiece, I would anyday prefer to listen to Rehman's other songs than Jai Ho...
Seriously, JAI HO
In a striking contrast to my otherwise placid nature of taking the things lightly, I confronted him upfront and asked a reason for being so sympathetic towards my nation. He was particularly bothered about the 'Oil-Pouring' scene where the children are made handicap to earn money for their masters. Though, I admitted that it was an ugly truth but I had to also acknowledge the progress India has made and how the quality of life has improved over the years. I plainly told him that such things are under scanner these days and as media and government authorities are a lot more stringent these days.
So, this incident forced me to write something on this movie. The movie was surely made in a negative spirit. I am not saying that the things shown in the movie are totally false and came out of no where. But take a look at below points and then think, is our society really that bad??
1. It is in the slums that a child's running nose is wiped by his neighbors and with love, they reprimand him for playing all day.
2. It is in the slums that one can decide the menu of his dinner based on the suggestions of the "Pados wali Aunty'.
3. It is in the slums that no morning goes without a general chitchat about general problems like water or light or blah blah blah
4. It is in the slums that the entire community have common problems and they look for a collective solution.
5. It is in the slums that people irrespective of their religion drink water from the same handpump.
6. Its in the general compartment of the train, where people give their suggestions on politics, their respective careers and dont feel ashamed of disturbing the privacy of each other.
7. There may be forced prostitution in India ( which is bad) but what about the west where a school going gal earns 4000 pounds per month out of the same filth, she had no compulsions but thats her freedom.
8. The oil pouring scene is real touchy ( I almost had goosebumps) . However, watch American Gangster and what was done there was as henious as this crime. Distributing the Maijuana to the young generation is equally abhorable but they havent shown it with a feeling of guilt.
9. Media shows the hooligans beat some public in pub. I appreciate media for bringing it to notice and they should be punished. But why media never shows, the Saraswati Shishu Mandir that RSS is running across India. In villages, where convents go and do force conversions, Saraswati Shishu Mandirs ask ppl to follow their original religion and shoudl focus on education for their betterment.
10. Why Media never shown the images of RSS workers picking the charred bodies when planes collided in Charkhi Daadri and no NGO and govt body was there for quite sometime.
11. Why Media never shows the women upliftment programs, these NGOs are running. They have done so much for the intellectual and economic upliftment of the society but Media is bothered about a few outspoken persons (like Muthalik, Togadiya and others). To book Varun Gandi under NSA is again a sign of where we are heading. Why not book Gilani for his demand of applying Islamic Rule and castigating the concept of democracy itself or Imam of Jama Masjid under NSA when he refused to pray for Kargil Soldiers. Nobody dared to cover that statement and ask for his apology because we are SECULAR.
I am not saying that things shown in Slum dog are false, they are a glaring reality but we dont need a brit to create sympathy in the hearts of the others. This movie has aimed at creating a feeling of pity for India which is not any proud citizen would be pleased with .
So, this movie is just a hype created by Media and doesn't potray the problems or even the spirit of India in a positive spirit. Indian cinema has seen many a masterpieces like Salam Bombay , Dharavi, Ardh Satya and Mother India which has portrayed similar problems in our society.
At the ending note, I remember 'Robert David Gregory's statement' from his book 'Shantaram'- Try stuffing thrice as many people in a country like France and they will fight till the last drop of blood is there but one can't imagine Indians doing that to each other, who feel guilty even if their feet touches yours by fault and ask for the forgiveness from the almighty. So, this movie is nothing classic apart from a few technicalities like Editing. you call Jai Ho as a Masterpiece, I would anyday prefer to listen to Rehman's other songs than Jai Ho...
Seriously, JAI HO
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