Those who have seen this depressing movie can pay a little more attention to the tense I have used for the title of this pic. The movie was named as "He was a quiet man" i.e. it was described as a chain of events that had already happened.
However, here I see a similar bubble of frustration just behind my back. I see a very quiet man who gets vocal only when he speaks on phone. He has his own share of issues and whoever is sitting close to him and has a decent enough knowledge of hindi and english is completely aware of his personal problems.
I have already taken a cue and always work with my eyes and ears open, just in case, I need to show my athelitism if this quiet soul ever pulls off a sensational act. The only relief I can find is from the fact that this guys is hardly interested in english movies and there is a very rare chance that he has seen the movie. Well, I cannot say more about it as I am still on my toes to jump off my seat. Whoaaa!!!! what a thrill, coming to office these days has become!!!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Father's Day
This one is coming a bit late !!
I can write, well, anyone can write. I realized this quite late in my life. I picked up the pen when I couldn't carry the burden of unspoken words. Since then, I have felt elated on each word I have penned. I have cried, laughed, got angry, whined and felt disappointed over various write-up that I have tried over the period.
I have written about friends, work, country, society, issues, animals, movies and sports. I have also dedicated someone else's poem to my mother and also written a few incidents about my grandparents. However, I have missed to dedicate a few lines to the person who holds a very special place in my life. He was the first person who gave me the inspiration to write. His persona and his life has always impressed me. He has motivated me and still continues to do so whenever I find myself in the doldrums. He has carried me in his arms when I was a baby, he has hugged me when I tasted success and he has given me a shoulder to cry on, whenever I failed miserably.
He never asked me to be something, he has just asked me to be sincere in whatever I do. When I used to give excuse that the half yearly marks are not counted in the final exams and hence I have not done any crime by not scoring high marks. He used to say, you should make a habit of winning. To compete at any level is not bad even if it is half-yearly exams or unit tests. So, below lines are again whoozing out of my senses and all I can do is to write them down for the most loving person, I know:
but you smiled at me and picked me up everytime.
I wish I had words to say more about you,
All I can say is Dad, I love you'.
I can write, well, anyone can write. I realized this quite late in my life. I picked up the pen when I couldn't carry the burden of unspoken words. Since then, I have felt elated on each word I have penned. I have cried, laughed, got angry, whined and felt disappointed over various write-up that I have tried over the period.
I have written about friends, work, country, society, issues, animals, movies and sports. I have also dedicated someone else's poem to my mother and also written a few incidents about my grandparents. However, I have missed to dedicate a few lines to the person who holds a very special place in my life. He was the first person who gave me the inspiration to write. His persona and his life has always impressed me. He has motivated me and still continues to do so whenever I find myself in the doldrums. He has carried me in his arms when I was a baby, he has hugged me when I tasted success and he has given me a shoulder to cry on, whenever I failed miserably.
He never asked me to be something, he has just asked me to be sincere in whatever I do. When I used to give excuse that the half yearly marks are not counted in the final exams and hence I have not done any crime by not scoring high marks. He used to say, you should make a habit of winning. To compete at any level is not bad even if it is half-yearly exams or unit tests. So, below lines are again whoozing out of my senses and all I can do is to write them down for the most loving person, I know:
I grasped your finger once and you had tears in your eyes,
I learnt to be happy from you and live the life king size.
so selfless was your love that you gave your wishes to fulfill mine,
My mind was muddled but you had faith that I will shine.
but you smiled at me and picked me up everytime.
I wish I had words to say more about you,
All I can say is Dad, I love you'.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Politicians and Diapers
What do politicians and Diapers have in common? Well, Both needs to be changed and for the same reason. The joke is definitely not self-constructed and has been very gratefully borrowed.
On a more sincere note, it does reflect the stark reality that as the time passes by, the cause with which leaders enter into politics takes a backseat.
On a more sincere note, it does reflect the stark reality that as the time passes by, the cause with which leaders enter into politics takes a backseat.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
दुविधा
किस की मानु, कुछ न जानू, विचलित होता है मन,
एक पहेली बनता जाए, जितना सोचे ये मन।
कोई कहे सब मिथ्या है ये, छोड़ दे तू ये जीवन,
कोई कहे की राह पकड़ ले भौतिकता की, कर दे मूल्य तू अर्पण।
में क्या सोचु, में क्या चाहू, कोई ना पूछे मुझसे,
उत्तर की एक आशा में, आज में पुछु तुझसे।
आगे जाऊ, पीछे सोचु, ऐसी है ये उलझन,
पल पल बढती दुविधा में बीत रहा है जीवन।
अंत है न इस दुविधा का, जाने हर बच्चा बड़ा,
वक्त के एक नाजुक मोड़ पर, ऐसा है ये प्रश्न खड़ा।
ज्ञानी बोले, व्यर्थ भटक मत अपने पथ से, बढ़ता जा तू आगे,
सब कुछ है तेरे कदमो, क्यों पीछे को तू भागे।
अपने कर्मो में रमता जा तू, नित नए इतिहास बना,
अपनों के आशीष को लेकर, एक नई दुनिया बसा।
एक पहेली बनता जाए, जितना सोचे ये मन।
कोई कहे सब मिथ्या है ये, छोड़ दे तू ये जीवन,
कोई कहे की राह पकड़ ले भौतिकता की, कर दे मूल्य तू अर्पण।
में क्या सोचु, में क्या चाहू, कोई ना पूछे मुझसे,
उत्तर की एक आशा में, आज में पुछु तुझसे।
आगे जाऊ, पीछे सोचु, ऐसी है ये उलझन,
पल पल बढती दुविधा में बीत रहा है जीवन।
अंत है न इस दुविधा का, जाने हर बच्चा बड़ा,
वक्त के एक नाजुक मोड़ पर, ऐसा है ये प्रश्न खड़ा।
ज्ञानी बोले, व्यर्थ भटक मत अपने पथ से, बढ़ता जा तू आगे,
सब कुछ है तेरे कदमो, क्यों पीछे को तू भागे।
अपने कर्मो में रमता जा तू, नित नए इतिहास बना,
अपनों के आशीष को लेकर, एक नई दुनिया बसा।
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Goodfellas
Inspired from the 90's classic , no, not really. Apart from the title, this story doesn't share any resemblance to the De Niro's flick. We all meet a few persons in our life who leave an everlasting impression on our personas.
Since my childhood, I have a great affinity to spend time with elder people. I like to listen to their experiences, their woes and their suggestions too. This makes me feel happy and I learn a lot from them. It would be very unfair if I do not pen down a few lines for these few great persons who helped me understand the world in a better way.
To start with, I was very attached to my grandfather, I used to call him Anna. I was very impressed with his lifestyle, his discipline and his immense knowledge on a wide array of subject. Be it the politics, the day to day events, religious scriptures or command over sanskrit, hindi or english language. He had answers for almost everything and I was proud to have a grandfather like him when most of my friends had grandfathers who were busy cursing their old age and considered the whole world as a very wrong place to live in.
I can dedicate a whole book of various anecdotes that I shared with my grandfather, a few memories are now hazy as he passed away well before I even entered an adoloscent age.
Another old fellow who took me under his tutelage was Mr. Manke or more affectionately known as Dada. At a mere age of 5, I used to sit with him for hours, listening to whatever he was reading in newspaper or both of us simply sat in the window gazing at the vehicles passing by. Dada always had something in his store to cheer me up. As he used to live next to our house, I never missed to visit him and ask for my daily dose of sugar bits. Years passed by and we moved to a new house leaving behind Dada and his family and to add to my misery, my grandfather also passed away. I had no such old friend to help me out with my problems. At that tender age also, I hardly had any materialistic wishes (apart from Raj Comics!!), my problems had more to do with, I am not enjoying this particular subject and I am so bad at maths that I always loose my rank over this one horrible subject.
Then, another reverent person came into my life and took over the baton from my Grandpa and Dada to guide me though those childhood years of ignorance and curiosity. Coincidentally, he was also affectionately known as Anna. As he noticed my reclusive nature and a constant battle to avoid the public, he advised me to visit him daily and voluntarily offered me his selfless friendship. He always had a funny way of cursing others. The people who faced his wrath ranged from Plumber to Politicians and the daily victims of his whims were his own children. However, under this ever flowing river of spite, a dormant volcanoe of love was awaiting to burst. I enjoyed his company for a long long time and even after we moved to a new place, he invited me to lunch quite a few times to his place.
Last I met him, 3 years ago when I visited his son's house in Indore. He had lost his hearing power and the vision was also completely blurred but still he recognized me and moved his hands to indicate that how I grew up from a small baby in front of his eyes. Well, a year ago, I heard the news that he passed away. Certainly, I never called him all these years but now as he is gone, I feel I lost a very important part of my life.
However, as we all know, life stops for none and it moves on. On my marriage, I got a call from DADA, well into his 80s, his voice still has that amorous touch. He blessed me and Sapna and asked us to pay a visit to Baroda where he is living these days. I wish, I can visit him sometime and sit with him on that window sill gazing at the vehicles again. Next day, we got a letter from him and his wife telling in detail, how they miss our family on this occassion. I do not have any words to explain the importance of these good old fellows in my life. All I can say to these lovely human beings is, Thank you for everything and I miss you alot my special friends!!
Since my childhood, I have a great affinity to spend time with elder people. I like to listen to their experiences, their woes and their suggestions too. This makes me feel happy and I learn a lot from them. It would be very unfair if I do not pen down a few lines for these few great persons who helped me understand the world in a better way.
To start with, I was very attached to my grandfather, I used to call him Anna. I was very impressed with his lifestyle, his discipline and his immense knowledge on a wide array of subject. Be it the politics, the day to day events, religious scriptures or command over sanskrit, hindi or english language. He had answers for almost everything and I was proud to have a grandfather like him when most of my friends had grandfathers who were busy cursing their old age and considered the whole world as a very wrong place to live in.
I can dedicate a whole book of various anecdotes that I shared with my grandfather, a few memories are now hazy as he passed away well before I even entered an adoloscent age.
Another old fellow who took me under his tutelage was Mr. Manke or more affectionately known as Dada. At a mere age of 5, I used to sit with him for hours, listening to whatever he was reading in newspaper or both of us simply sat in the window gazing at the vehicles passing by. Dada always had something in his store to cheer me up. As he used to live next to our house, I never missed to visit him and ask for my daily dose of sugar bits. Years passed by and we moved to a new house leaving behind Dada and his family and to add to my misery, my grandfather also passed away. I had no such old friend to help me out with my problems. At that tender age also, I hardly had any materialistic wishes (apart from Raj Comics!!), my problems had more to do with, I am not enjoying this particular subject and I am so bad at maths that I always loose my rank over this one horrible subject.
Then, another reverent person came into my life and took over the baton from my Grandpa and Dada to guide me though those childhood years of ignorance and curiosity. Coincidentally, he was also affectionately known as Anna. As he noticed my reclusive nature and a constant battle to avoid the public, he advised me to visit him daily and voluntarily offered me his selfless friendship. He always had a funny way of cursing others. The people who faced his wrath ranged from Plumber to Politicians and the daily victims of his whims were his own children. However, under this ever flowing river of spite, a dormant volcanoe of love was awaiting to burst. I enjoyed his company for a long long time and even after we moved to a new place, he invited me to lunch quite a few times to his place.
Last I met him, 3 years ago when I visited his son's house in Indore. He had lost his hearing power and the vision was also completely blurred but still he recognized me and moved his hands to indicate that how I grew up from a small baby in front of his eyes. Well, a year ago, I heard the news that he passed away. Certainly, I never called him all these years but now as he is gone, I feel I lost a very important part of my life.
However, as we all know, life stops for none and it moves on. On my marriage, I got a call from DADA, well into his 80s, his voice still has that amorous touch. He blessed me and Sapna and asked us to pay a visit to Baroda where he is living these days. I wish, I can visit him sometime and sit with him on that window sill gazing at the vehicles again. Next day, we got a letter from him and his wife telling in detail, how they miss our family on this occassion. I do not have any words to explain the importance of these good old fellows in my life. All I can say to these lovely human beings is, Thank you for everything and I miss you alot my special friends!!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Meant for feet only...
Circa 1990, I was just 9 old and was pampering my newly bought pair of shoes. I vowed, I will never wear them as they will get dirty. A friend of mine from the neighborhood offered advice, Rs 300 or Rs 3,000, doesn't matter. Shoes will always be shoes and they will always be in your feet.
This friend of mine was not of my same age. No, he wasn't even close to my elder brother's or father's age. He was close to my Grandpa's age and after my grandpa passed away, he voluntarily offered me his friendship and I gladly accepted it.
I used to spend hours sitting at his lavish bed where all the paraphernalia required for his daily activities used to be neatly staked. It included, Sweets, Snacks, Tobacco, a religious book and hand held fan. Well, I can write another post on the bond that I shared with this good old fellow and how I missed him after we shifted to a new place.
So, he offered me his invaluable piece of wisdom and mocked at my thought of keeping this shoes away from dirt. I retorted saying, they are costly and are better than all of my classmates. He was bemused by the new lows my reasoning had reached. However, I took his advice and worn those shoes.
I still have that penchant for new shoes and have that longing to keep them clean. So, whenever I become too finicky about them, I remind myself of that old friend who said, however costly they may be, Shoes are meant for your feet only.
This friend of mine was not of my same age. No, he wasn't even close to my elder brother's or father's age. He was close to my Grandpa's age and after my grandpa passed away, he voluntarily offered me his friendship and I gladly accepted it.
I used to spend hours sitting at his lavish bed where all the paraphernalia required for his daily activities used to be neatly staked. It included, Sweets, Snacks, Tobacco, a religious book and hand held fan. Well, I can write another post on the bond that I shared with this good old fellow and how I missed him after we shifted to a new place.
So, he offered me his invaluable piece of wisdom and mocked at my thought of keeping this shoes away from dirt. I retorted saying, they are costly and are better than all of my classmates. He was bemused by the new lows my reasoning had reached. However, I took his advice and worn those shoes.
I still have that penchant for new shoes and have that longing to keep them clean. So, whenever I become too finicky about them, I remind myself of that old friend who said, however costly they may be, Shoes are meant for your feet only.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Hard to deny this truth...
Today, I happen to see this song on youtube. Though, heard many a times in my childhood but didn't remember the lyrics. Today, when I dwell a little on the naked truth, this simple little song points at, I admit I am a bit embarrassed to accept the reality.
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Saarii Jag Ke Aankh Ke Taare
Ye Vo nanhe Phuul Hain Jo
Bhagavaan Ko Lagate Pyaare
Khud Ruuthe, Khud Man Jaaye, Phir Hamajolii Ban Jaaye
Jhagadaa Jisake Saath Karen, Agale Hii Pal Phir Baat Karen
Inakii Kisii Se Bair nahiin, Inake Liye Koii Gair nahiin
Inakaa Bholaapan Milataa Hai, Sabako Baanh Pasaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Insasaan Jab Tak Bachchaa Hai, Tab Tak Samajh Kaa Kachchaa Hai
Jyon Jyon Usakii Umar Badhe, Man Par Jhuuth Ka Mail ChaDhe
Krodh BaDhe, nafarat Ghere, Laalach Kii Aadat Ghere
Bachapan In Paapon Se Hatakar Apanii Umar Guzaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Tan Komal Man Sundar
Hain Bachche Badon Se Behatar
Inamen Chhuut Aur Chhaat nahiin, Jhuuthii Jaat Aur Paat nahiin
Bhaashhaa Kii Taqaraar nahiin, Mazahab Kii Diivaar nahiin
Inakii nazaron Mein Ek Hain, Mandir Masjid Gurudvaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Saarii Jag Ke Aankh Ke Taare
Ye Vo nanhe Phuul Hain Jo
Bhagavaan Ko Lagate Pyaare
Khud Ruuthe, Khud Man Jaaye, Phir Hamajolii Ban Jaaye
Jhagadaa Jisake Saath Karen, Agale Hii Pal Phir Baat Karen
Inakii Kisii Se Bair nahiin, Inake Liye Koii Gair nahiin
Inakaa Bholaapan Milataa Hai, Sabako Baanh Pasaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Insasaan Jab Tak Bachchaa Hai, Tab Tak Samajh Kaa Kachchaa Hai
Jyon Jyon Usakii Umar Badhe, Man Par Jhuuth Ka Mail ChaDhe
Krodh BaDhe, nafarat Ghere, Laalach Kii Aadat Ghere
Bachapan In Paapon Se Hatakar Apanii Umar Guzaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Tan Komal Man Sundar
Hain Bachche Badon Se Behatar
Inamen Chhuut Aur Chhaat nahiin, Jhuuthii Jaat Aur Paat nahiin
Bhaashhaa Kii Taqaraar nahiin, Mazahab Kii Diivaar nahiin
Inakii nazaron Mein Ek Hain, Mandir Masjid Gurudvaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
My name is Hunger....
With a release done, I was slightly relaxed and browsing through some of the top stories on news portals. Suddenly, I read an eye-catching headline "My name is hunger, my daughter's name is thirst" . I was shamelessly curious to explore further the pitiful condition of these villagers. It reminded me of Amitav Ghosh's novel "Hungry Tide" where he has given a poignant description of the catastrophe that these hungry tides bring and change the lives of the affected, for ever.
In the movie "Forrest Gump", Forrest says "Stupid is as stupid does". This naive statement by that dumb-ass boy raises doubts over our country's self-proclaimed intelliegentsia who talk only in numbers. you can hear them blabbering through various sources that our GDP will grow by 7 or 8%, our inflation is under 0.8% and is at decade's low. Are we not proving ourselves stupid enough by neglecting the basic rights, these citizens should get?
These flushed faces with many a hungry tides in their eyes raises a few disturbing doubts and makes mockery of our claims of self-sufficiency, rising per capita income and good-governance.
The ladies of the affected families shouts again- come take our interview, our name is hunger and our daughters are named as thirst.
Links used: http://in.rediff.com/
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Honestly Polite
Scence1: Hong Kong Tram
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Oops I am so sorry! I was honestly apologetic as my elbow hit an old lady's head. She was asleep while my mannerless elbow hit her unaware head. Obviously her sleep was broken and now she was rubbing her head but still waved a friendly hand at me with such a benevolent smile that made my day. I smiled back and took my seat beside her.
Scene2: BMTC Bus, Bangalore
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This old lady's gesture made me remember an year old even when I was travelling in a BMTC bus in Bangalore and stepped on a young man's foot.
I was honestly apologetic that time too (my trademark style, eh!), however the other person this time was in no mood to forgive me for my crime. I tried to pass a smile and said sorry again but he kept blabbering a few good words about my north indian heritage and his unfriendly words made me stay away from him for the rest of the journey.
Judging the whole society by a single incident is never fair and just. However, the treatment given by people of Hong Kong over the past 4 months has been so friendly and pleasant that I always missed in Bangalore.
Even if people of Hong Kong doesn't know English but they certainly do know their manners.
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Oops I am so sorry! I was honestly apologetic as my elbow hit an old lady's head. She was asleep while my mannerless elbow hit her unaware head. Obviously her sleep was broken and now she was rubbing her head but still waved a friendly hand at me with such a benevolent smile that made my day. I smiled back and took my seat beside her.
Scene2: BMTC Bus, Bangalore
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This old lady's gesture made me remember an year old even when I was travelling in a BMTC bus in Bangalore and stepped on a young man's foot.
I was honestly apologetic that time too (my trademark style, eh!), however the other person this time was in no mood to forgive me for my crime. I tried to pass a smile and said sorry again but he kept blabbering a few good words about my north indian heritage and his unfriendly words made me stay away from him for the rest of the journey.
Judging the whole society by a single incident is never fair and just. However, the treatment given by people of Hong Kong over the past 4 months has been so friendly and pleasant that I always missed in Bangalore.
Even if people of Hong Kong doesn't know English but they certainly do know their manners.
Monday, June 01, 2009
मनुष्य
प्रयत्न करना उसका धर्म है, निरंतर लड़ना उसका कर्म है।
भूत का उसे दंभ नही, भविष्य की उसे शंका नही,
आकर धरा पर वो धन्य हुआ, इसलिए मनुष्य का जन्म हुआ।
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