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Saturday, August 27, 2005

New Post( First write up for me)

Hi ...
hey no need to say Hi as this article is for me only. It's the first time, I am writing the article for myself. I don't know why but now I don't want to write for anybody else as it doesn't motivates me. I certainly never desired of adulation to be showered upon me and never ever dreamt of fan mails coming to me. But the lack of respect shown by people towards my writing has forced me to seclude myself as a writer and I vowed that I will never ever post my articles to anybody. Infact, the sole purpose of my writing was to collect inputs from everybody on what they think on various topics. I dearly wanted feedback( positive or negative) on how to improve my writing and my thinking stream but there was no constructive suggestion from anybody. A few persons replied and praised me on my skills. Believe me, that was the last thing I ever wanted. I wanted critics and no body can ever be as unlucky as me in this area.
To have good critics is one's good fortune as they provide you the insights and point out your short comings. One of my friend "Kirti" pointed out a few mistakes in my article but then there was lull. I don't know whether people even bother to read my mails or not. Whatever I write ( good or bad) doesn't deserve such treatment and I cannot let it happen.
If somebody thinks that I am over reacting then let them think so. A funny incident took place a few days ago. I asked one of my friend that whether she read my article or not. Then she asked " Was that written by you?" . I felt too insulted as she really deleted that article just by reading it once and never ever thought of replying on that thing. So, I accept my failure as a writer that I really cannot force people to act in a certain manner. They are grown individuals with their own characterstics. So, instead of acting as a barnacle and keep asking them to ponder over my garbage, I will mend my own ways.
Though I will not stop writing but will surely stop posting now as disrespect of my write ups is no less than my insult.

Chalo then happy writing
and no posting.
Sid

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Hi all,
I was just thinking (don’t laugh yaar .seriously … I was really thinking) of writing something about ourselves but couldn’t think of anything creative. Then suddenly an old story struck in my mind. It happened during my college days. I was destined to appear in my first CAT. I boarded the train at Gwalior and started the Herculean task of finding a suitable place to sit. However, all my hopes were shattered when I found myself in a total pandemonium and helplessly found a place to stand. I remembered that my father told me to reserve the seats in advance. When I told my friend, I am reserving the seats in advance.He made a mockery of the whole idea and told me "Have you gone mad, Abe TT ko paise de denge, He will manage everything". I retorted it’s illegal. He again sighed on my ignorance (you may call it intellectual bankruptcy) and said "SAB CHALTA HAI". I also thought of avoiding further conversation on this matter and
gave my consent. Now, our whole group boarded the train without reservation and the rest is history. So, this CHALTA HAI attitude’s first encounter was really a traumatic experience for me.
However, while I compare it with my second experiment (which I tried to do with this chalta hai), it feels like a cool zephyr. So, my dear friends, the second experiment drained me to such an extent that I vowed I will never again take things so lightly. On my joining day at Bangalore, we were asked to bring many documents for verification but again I went as if I was the first ever person selected in this company or the HR manager was my uncle’s daughter. Unfortunately both of the above idiotic dreams hit the ground Zero with such a thud that I felt my mind went numb and adrenaline flow went so high that it must have seen a few air hostesses flying on Boeings.
We always put off the tangible facts of life by adopting this careless attitude and we pay for it at several occasions. You ask ur milkman about the quality of milk, he says chalta hai babuji. Aree bhaiya, babuji to chalet hai but why are you making him walk forcefully. It brings us shame and defames our nation and society. Our own Mr. President was the victim of this attitude. When he went for a walk in USA and thrown a chocolate wrapper on the road. A man handed him by saying, this is not INDIA sir.
Because this CHALTA HAI factor only INDIA mei CHALTA HAI and that’s why in spite of huge potential INDIA sabse peeche CHALTA HAI……..
It’s open as I couldn’t find better words to complete it and I don’t think my wit is sound enough to complete this topic …………..


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Siddhartha