The Way I Love U

Tell me the way I love...
Tell me that when I come

Tell me the way I love you
Tell me of what you have made me become


To tell you why I love you
I will tell u're the breath that I have been missing

And To tell u the way I love u
I need the roads to walk with us till the unseen

To tell u the way I find u
I will walk a thousand miles

To tell u why I need u
As you bring back my smiles

To tell you that just a glimpse f u is enuf to start the day
That even Nescafe/Bru will fail no matter how many dollars I pay

To tell you the way I love u is just through my way
And just by saying "I LOVE U " I have made my day. ;)

The Mother's Day

Go East or Go West. The faces can differ but the soul... that's alike. That's what connect the dots. From the Disneyland characters to the real woman that we come across, they share the same soul.

Now are we talking about the same woman that can sometime kill us with boredom, remind us countlessly on silly little things that we tend to ignore and then when everything seems at peace, #cleanurroom gets into action. Seriously why do we love this woman so much?

Because they care for us. No matter at what place and how far, they are connected. With us , by their souls. I read it somewhere on internet - "If your mom doesn't have a clue , then that thing is surely lost" and yes it's true. They happen to know every damn thing. And it' not a miracle they know. They know bcz they CARE.

Today I will share with you the story of a mother and her 3 infants. One day some very bad thing happened. And when I say bad, do consider it as something very bad, EVIL. The monsters came and took away 2 of her infant and 3rd got lost. She searched them all through the day and night. At first she refused to believe but when reality struck her , she mourned all night long. But now she has to find the third one. So she is searching....

Now consider this....that mother is a cat and that are the 3 little kittens. The monsters are the dogs and now you know about the evil fate that has happened to them. They used to stay at our balcony but at one night they went out. And that's how that happened.

Well I haven't told you the best part yet. Since they used to stay at our balcony, the mother now keeps visiting every now and then but not for the food. Just keep staring at the corner, just glancing around every corners of the balcony as if she may just found them again. You can find the helplessness at her eyes and it wrecks you inside. Trust me when I say this, if I have had the power to bring back people from death, I would have brought those kittens back instead of my father.

U know the irony of this...I am seeing all of this in a MOTHER'S DAY!!!

 

You are a Loser...Hence Proved!!

Yes!!! Oh yes. Yes you are. Yes you are a loser. Why? Because you're reading this one. You are a f****** s*** of **** *** who is sitting with a pale blank face in front of the white screen of your computer, with no ideas whatsoever in your 1BHK sized brain which is always too occupied of assuming situations which will not take place in a zillion years or even after that. You think you can do better than this. Yes you think once you rise to your full potential everything what you stand for and firmly believe in will gradually fall into places and your life will be as good as it can be...But Wait!!! Your Life is not perfect. Not by any chance. Only thing that rises in your life is when you get up from your bed at sunrise or maybe at 11 am for some people I might know. You will never ever rise up to your full potential. You will always be a complete failure whom will be citied as an perfect demonstration of self destruction out of their own whim. In short...You are NOTHING.

Does not it feel amazingly stupid and worthless to see people around you get the taste of success, explore new paths that you would have loved to get a taste of that in your life too. You wonder what's wrong with yourself. You sulk. You sulk to the point that you end up again at the coziness of your blankets , actually being ended up doing nothing. As Usual. #You are a Loser. Hence Proved.

There are authors in market who talk about big things and how to achieve them and then there are those social networking posts on Life, Career, Sufferings and from whom we may care to find, some Drug Addict, Some Psyched personas and some living puzzles for whom society has failed on repetitively to get them back into normal course of life. Maybe these same sane words have been taught and re taught to us several times while we were kids by our parents but who cares!! Facebook posts always appeal to us more than our parents it seems. #You are a Loser. Hence Proved.

Well, the truth is that I am just like one of you. And I will continue to be like that. I will always continue to be that ignorant boy on the class who always fail to answer because he simply doesn't have a clue about it. But someday I know I will. Because I am learning while I fail and I will keep on doing so until Learning is the only thing that I care about and not about how bad it feels to be a failure. And then what you have to do is just come back to me if I still exist then and say to me "U ****** U r wrong!! I have always been a WINNER..." .

Failure is only when you Accept it. If you don't accept, its never a Failure. It will never be.

 

Being Woman

There is a difference. There is a sharp line of demarcation between a woman and a girl. And to say it in a line is a girl lives for herself, a woman live for others.  And the step that marks the beginning of a joruney of girl from being just a girl to a woman is her marriage.

Just a thought, can we boys for even a single time can think of leaving our own house, our identity, changing our name. It's like when a girl goes to marry someone, she leaves behind her all relations which she treasured since her birth and now all of a sudden she has to let it go . Why? Because she has to make some other relations. She has to change the priority list. Everything's changed. In Short, a New Life in a literal sense.

It's hard. Isn't it? Even if she is opting for a love marriage, how can she leave all her parent, brothers , her own home aside for the one she loves. Till date she has loved him only for what they are together, not at the cost of her own family relations, home and her surroundings.

It hurts. Not only to her. But also to those relations which she is leaving behind. It hurts to that extent that you will feel something is terribly wrong. That this whole point of marriage and going to others house is bullshit. But how could I have such a caring mother if she hadn't left her house after marriage.

That's Sacrifice. That is the first thing that makes a girl a complete woman. It's her sacrifice that makes her so strong that she will be successful in making new relations, in becoming a wife, in becoming someone's mother.

Some realizations. If you are a man , do respect a woman, Respect her for she has been up to all her life. Respect her because we can't have that strength to make such a sacrifice. And if she is a girl, love her and protect her so much so that no one including you can spoil her days. Because her days as a girl is limited as compared to that of a woman. Fill her days with so much happiness and strength that even if it hurts to let her go, you are so much sure that she will treasure these relations forever in her heart.

Just from a brother's point of view whose sister is going to get married soon.

Being Woman is Not That Easy.

GOD...For Me.

 There a basically 2 things if u see in life..the life itself and what u want ur life to be. The first glues to you and the latter leaves you every time reminding you that stick to the first because what has to come will eventually come and nothing can stop it from happening.  Not even God!!! So why do we trust in God? What is the necessity of God in our lives?

We need something to accept this mere fact that what has to come will come. We need something, maybe you call it a strength, wisdom, anything that u prefer, but for me that is God. He holds your hand tightly in times of storm to tell you that there is also a Sun he created for us. Now it's up to us to have our patience in him to see the Sun .

Live happily. Love freely. If you are hurt, get close to the ones who love you more than you do to yourself. Believe in Yourself. Believe in Goodness. That's God. Not just a statue, but a symbol of everyone's wishes and their guide to Peace.

For People.....Part 1

"Bhaiya Aap thoda Hindi Samajhte ho??" ....Generally I don't like to react much after the days work . On my weekdays way from my office to PG  i always dream of having a power nap during the walk. As I looked around to discover the source of the question , I saw a middle aged man with his wife and  little daughter looking pale and visibly tired while fighting with the cold winds of the December evening. As I nodded slowly, the man told me that he was a 'rang-mistri'. He had come a long way to the town in search for some work and food and now he had none at his disposal.  I just stepped a few steps back doubting his intention whether he would snatch my wallet or not and gave ten bucks to the man and literally darted off the footpaths as possible.
Some points to be noted:
The man told me he and his family had no food since the morning.
As for me I was just returning PG spending some quality time in KFC with my college gang. 
Although I gave them 10 bucks whereas on my way to home I could not even figure out what could I manage with ten bucks with 3 people at disposal. I really wish I could have given them a bit more.give Although my wallet had a good amount of cash at that time but I didn't.

So what is the Solution?
To give more to the family? If you suggest so then you must define 'more'. More is a term driven by needs and apart from basic needs , other needs can't be estimated properly enough. I may be / may not be a guy who gets a loaded payslip at the end of the month but that should no be taken into account in this case . Everyone must do their own bit. That is the aim.Still its an ideal statement. If you are a person with utmost good intentions at your heart may be u have also failed some time in delivering your bit . So alternatively and realistically this statement goes like that Even if others are not doing their part , that does not mean that you have the right to play down your part.  I am going to tell you why I gave ten bucks to that man . Firstly ....reason of why I could not give more is my selfish nature......that I admit. And why I gave because the moment I stared at his daughter's eyes I saw those eyes tired but not worried about what they were going to do at that night. Remember when you were small, you always believed that no matter what goes wrong your parents would be there to set it right for you. Well, I gave ten bucks so that the girl did not loose that belief at such tender age.

Maybe you call this a lecture from a stupid guy who pretend to be a smart in his blog, maybe you ignore my appeal for humanity but that night I felt all those questions on my head needed an answer not from me..from U...
Food for thought: U don't eat up your birthday cake alone, u just share it with your friends and families. 

           Value of life is in Sharing.

 

Covered Pages-I

I gasped for my fresh air as I entered the rooms. The rooms are dark and mystic. Down as I strolled past through the deserted corridors they keep their vacant looks fixed upon me. They are also wondering what a visitor is doing at this time in night.

I have a feeling I had been here before. The  strong sense within me grew strong as I hit the long porch in the midway. The moonlight beamed through the glass panes to reflect my surroundings. But my surroundings are changing constantly. I realized I am in a dream.

 I remember when i was a child I always looked upon my Baba as a friend rather than a strict parent. So when I was with Baba I always tried to act mature to show him that I am becoming responsible. He was a relief to be around. Like someone' there when you are not feeling good ucan always tell your heart out and leave all your worries with him. I realized today Baba is not talking.He never talks with me when he comes into my dream. My surroundings are once again changing.

Alarm Clock ringing at 7:30. Here I am, up in the morning preparing for office. U must be wondering what are these dreams for. First One ...Loneliness..missing my friends like anything, like I need to talk carefree with someone. Still I meet Sou and other pals. They are all good but maximum are technical discussions/career related discussions. Sometimes I really feel I need some more breath. My life has taken a sudden outright turn before I have ever anticipated. And for the 2nd dream I wish I could have cried a bit more during my father's death. Like u will console me that it happens ..Ya i know...when he died i cried because i could not accept the fact tht he died. But from then I became mature. I became more responsible. I took my own decisions, learn t my way to fight.But nowdays I feel tired. I wish I can refer to someone when I am in trouble and put my trust on him with a faith that this man will do everything to keep the sorrow aloof from me. Now I miss father for that. And a confession. Its paining inside the heart badly while I am writing this. [n.b: when u put ur heart out it pains..it the sign u r doing it really]The highly contrast situation in my current situation is my room mate in sync with his gf nagging and continiously freaking me out. I know it sounds weird but sometimes I do wonder if I have really grown up or not.

12:26 at night and may be when i will hit bed the time will tick past 12:30. I will be better off now. I don't know when will I publish it or whether will I publish it anyday. There is a quote "Some questions are better not to be answered" or may be it is designed so to protect the coward bloggers like me.

If it's U ....Thn Only....

This is not a love story. Rather you can say an analysis of the world of love from my point of view. Maybe there in my analysis of love is embedded some truths that i have kept hidden from myself for all those years. Then why i am letting it out now? I can't reach out to her. I can't even spell it. Then write it down. I know thw "Pen is Mightier than Swords " only in those futile words still its only those futility of words that engulf me now not in any hope but in their own world of loneliness where i speak to hear myself so that i can relish the viability of my feelings.

A boy meets up a girl to fall in love. Then why do i am twisting it up through these dark words. Yes , dark words for sure.  When a simple love story, a feeling so natural yet beautiful is hassled and chained down by so much complicated words they they must be rightfully tagged as "dark". It;s dark. Even better, its complicated. May be the boy knows it all inside...May be he's been for 1st time in true love with the girl. But he is not sure about a lot of things. The most common query " Does she love me? " Or " Do i stand any chance? " May be the boy also values the frend what she has been in all those years and values it so much that he risks losing the frend. Maybe she deserves someone better.....

Logical doubts i agree. Some cheesy guy around the corner of a street will tell you "Listen to your heart yaar...dimag ko choro.."  Technically the guy who does not act according to his brain we tag him as being "mental". So the choice is yours whether u love reasonably or love "madly" .

This post is not meant to draw any conclusion. Better i tell you its not a post. Its me. In this case the author is also searching paths in these mazes. Maybe sometimes the author seeks the solution from its readers. This time i face "My Mirror".;-)

"And They Lived Happily Ever After........"

This is THE POST. The post which i am waiting to write for so long. This is my first ever venture into the sagas of queen and knights. In short today i present you with my version of LOVE STORY.....

But why a love story? The reason is simple enough. Love it or hate it..u will read it. Simply u can't ignore it. Neither me. That is the sole reason why after reading so many love stories i decided why not try a hand at it. Candid romantic yet simple tales are quite missing now a days . Most of the 90 rupees books can bore you to death. They come up with the most intelligent titles [" the 1st kiss in the rain" and blah blah ] with most rotten stories. I don't blame the authors also because most of them are ex IITians  or passed from an reputed B School. If you are an ex IITian and now you want to earn your living by writing those stories then its quite evident on how much booze or grass u have inhaled in your grad years.

CONTROL!!!!!!!!.... I am not gonna pester on them for now. Right now i am going to write a love story. A love story where the boy meets her girl...birds chirp....background music coming from somewhere [ may be from music director's room...never mind] and where the end is for good and they lived happily ever after. Yes..I know u can feel it now. Because we all are inherently romantic. It is the same reason why any boy before texting a girl or saying " hi" thinks twice and any girl thinks thrice before replying appropriately.

Ok ..enough side talks. Let me start from the very start. There is a boy named Tom. There is a girl named Jerrey.. Someday they meet and instantly fell in love. Love blossomed and they decided that they should live together. Now living together do mean a lot of things. It requires accepting each other...understanding each other..not only good things but also bad things. Yes u can feel i am being preachy..like I am pretending to be the Love Guru...I am not a Love Guru but I do consider myself an expert in judging these matters right. For the record I consider u too of having the same expertise. After hearing, gossiping and visualizing a lot of your friend's love stories and the love birds here and there if you still pretend to be the immature fellow with an innocent look in his face then get a life. We all know everything. There nothing to be modest.about.

Hold on. Since you know everything now i am going to ask u about the thought that kicked me to write this piece.... "Can "they" live happily ever after ? " Here goes my answer. They simply can't. People in love will frown "WHY???" Because they are"THEY".  U can live happily. I can. But "They" can't and definitely not when we are considering the huge and vast domain of "EVER AFTER".

WHAT THE HELL??? I am supposed to write a love story. And just as every writer before commencing their act thinks of creating a masterpiece..i too thought of creating a Love Saga where there would be true LOVE....where my Tom would create something to be honored as the 9th Wonder of the World. or where my Jerrey would cry for Tom just as Madhubala did in Mughle Azam. Forget the classics..mine is far worse than love stories of Dino Morea or Bobby Deol [ atleast they have hot heroines and item dances in those films] . Ok . Finally here it is. My dashing hero Tom fell in love with beautiful Jerry and they lived.................    Nah never mind  ;-)

N.B: DON'T READ THIS...U CAN GET CONFUSED !!!

The Last Page in My Notebook

"I miss U " ..... 
                    Do I ? Do  I really? I hardly call u . I sometimes text u . Sometimes we chat.In case we meet up in college I say u "hi/hello and hey how r u ? " kind of stuffs . In all the times of my life u r just a part of my "sometime" . So why do i miss u ?


The steps that we climbed together...pranks that we played on each other and mostly the exams that we cheated together...u remember them all ..Don't u ?? Same here buddy... U also know the girl in whose presence i felt so out of place..bewildered and totally a pappu types...but you know what miss out of all this? Not the girl ..not the semester exams [ p.s: i m glad its finally over..in case there's a 9th semester i would be screwed totally]   but its my part in those memories ...i will miss the most. I will definitely not miss the girl who found me so dumb all the time but i will miss my dumbness which is bound to occur before that girl every time. In  short....how intelligent i am or stupid, witty in presence of u...precisely what i  reflect on your eyes...i will miss that most.


U know..when i was a small kid..what i hated most...that is when my notebook ends....when i have filled up the last page of my notebook with my dicey twirling..twisting..dancing handwriting...I knew that i can again read it back...i can keep it to myself as long as i can...but u know...... i can't write it once again...Its over. So if you ask me now if i remember every pages of my notebook or if u say do u miss every pages of notebook i can't say yes. Because i can't remember them all. All that I remember .....yes I had a notebook...i had colors and inks to fill with it...and it's just over now. I miss it because i can't write it once again.


Did i miss out in saying something...............


                                          P.S: I Love My Notebook ..........

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THE RED FACED GUY

 

I feel irritated. Someone's following me everywhere I go. Yes I am sure of that. I can't persist his cold long stare in my eyes for long. From the shadows of him that lingers away with mine I can tell his presence behind. He limped behind me in a careless manner almost in an inaudible way.  I feel restless. I have toiled long and hard to taste the fruits of success and now when it's time I must rejoice, I must boast of it, blew away trumphets to proclaim my successful stories of life. But again something is holding me back. I turn around. Yes it's him!!!!

A deep hatred surged up inside my thorat.  I am getting late. I have to join my folks back where I belong to the chores of celebration, to rejoice for the commencement of our new life as professionals. I don't have time to squander away on someone so insignificant. Now I am getting angry.I have to stop someone following me. I have to be safe and sound at the end of the day. I picked up a stone. But..........I stopped!!!!

How can I hurt someone who is already wounded? Someone who needs help, care, affection. The red faced guy is not just red.  It's more than just a color. It's blood. He has his blood stained all over his fragile body.  He has been limping all the way back following me. He trembles now and them and is weakened to his feet. He is crying.

I tried to heal him up.... I tried to heal him up.....but I failed. He is just bleeding incessantly.  But the guy is not concerned about his blood. He is still staring at me right through my eyes. As if every heart beats of  mine are synchronizing with him, the every thought that comes to my head is anticipated by him. I feel disgust. Is this guy human? Why is he acting so monotonous? And why is he following me?? I just blurted out to him.... "WHY????".....

".....To decide what is right and what is wrong. To stand by you when you decide good or bad. To discriminate between the falsity of words with the truth from heart. I am someone whom you own your childhood innocence, your every truth and every lies and ur countless attempts to evade away from the truth. Someone who wants to scream, someone who tries to enact in situations, someone whom you fear to duel with. That's why you evade me.U suppress me. I don't want to bribe away someone to get my work done, but u did. That's why u suppressed me. When you welcome the news of ongoing slaughters in your own state with the morning cup of tea, I feel hurt. I bleed. I want to enact. I want to pacify them. But what you do is make some fun comments about the parties involved and digress away from it and calculate to what monthly sum 3.14 converge and daydream of it.When you see someone giving a slang to a fellow person, I want to beat him up and teach him some manners. But what you care is for and while loops on your self made world. When you see your own countrymen giving a damn about your motherland and goes on shitting and splitting everywhere , first thing I want to do is teach him some ettiquate but you still walk away. When by chance you come across any rightful proper action, something good I know you want to celebrate just like me. Yes, I am bleeding. And that is the sole reason you have shut myself up deep witihn yourself. I have been bleeding since then and I will bleed so until you choose to make a difference. To decide what is right and what is wrong....I am just your CONSCIENCE ........"

Oh!!!! It's past 9 o' clock . The alarm clock is wailing right beside my ears. I have been sleeping past due time and it is the yells of my mother that engulf me right now.  My head feels heavy. I bet you would also feel it when you go through any hard hitting dream like this. As I prepared myself for morning tea the words from that red faced guy lingers up in my head. As the left over words savaged my morning , I take a peep in the daily newspaper. Oh yes !!!! He's not just in my dream . Here I see him completely.  He has been more darkened by new blood. Yes he his crying again for the nine people who lost their lives in just another day of Netai village.

Roadside Romeo

 From "Billorani", "hot chicks" to "Tota" in the film New York most of the films have their own unique flamboyant style of addressing girls. If you think me as a kind of oldies who have certain reservation for the use of these terms i can assure i am not. It's just a dialogue. It's for a simple fun. But when cases like Aarushi Talwar and several rape cases are in rise all all around us i think it's high time for us to look beyond the phrase "just 4 fun yaar!!!".

U can always find them around every corner of the streets. They have always been  there through ages and different seasons around the year in different face and form. I would be wrong if I generalize all of them as the Roadside Romeos. They prefer to be in their herd otherwise they themselves consider their existence as insignificant one. A true point on which i must agree with them.U can identify that herd because they have very general topics left for them to discuss among themselves....the local bar, if any new girl in the town or the body parts about of any particular girl. All the raunchy, grubby topics on this solar system are at their disposal. In the days of ultra sophistication they can also come up with phrases that can justify their behavior towards the girls. They are just the dickheads who consider their dicks to be of prime importance in the entire planet.

You might be thinking right now why the hell i am wasting my blog space on these miserable creatures who have no scope of improvement. Right u r. But when they can't be cured, they can be prevented. I am not advising you to pick up a fight on a ratio of 5:1. These physic morons are actually a result of lack of proper parental care and society problems. Their existence is so troubled and so insignificant from the early days that they think by bobbling some raunchy jokes, mugging some porn stuffs day & night, hurling comments and being a nuisance to the girls can earn them the dignity of being an proper "Adult".

I know the morons on whose thoughts i am venting my anger on my keypads is never going to pick an eye for this post. Rather this post has the probability to be scanned by some good people who don't have resemblance in any shape and form to those cheapos and that is why i am emphasizing for them to have a eye for prevention since these people can't be cured. Otherwise cases like Arushi Talwar and other rape cases on different parts of this country can't be prevented. You can say the responsibility also rests on the judicial system but I better not speak about a system or rather refrain from commenting about a system where judicial action is implemented just for name whereas the action part is destined and delayed for several generations to come. CBI, the top notch agency has itself closed the case of Aarushi Talwar due to lack of proper evidences despite the repeated pleas of the parents and relative of the victim. The mockery lies on the fact is we depend on a system which after 175 deaths, 300 severely injured persons in 26/11 has taken a time of 1.5 years (approx.) to announce death sentence to the lone convict. That is the sole reason it's time for us to pay heed to the cry of humanity within us and step up for an issue if it demands.

Since these post is on the "Roadside Romeos" i would like to state a simple fact for them: Girls are beautiful. Life is colorful only for them. If you do like a girl you can express feelings for her. Every girl loves appreciation. If you find a girl beautiful feel free to stare at her but do not ogle. There is a thick line between that.

Remember Beauty is to be preserved... not to be destroyed!!!

CELEBRATIONS

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It's been late today. As the lamp posts dim sheepishly across the star lit sky Piklu strode off his bicycle across the dusty roads to home. The day has been a hectic one. On reaching home he step off his cycle. It's a long roads back from tuition. He ring the door bell and paused to look for the old man. Just like everyday there he is, a man on his sixties probably, wrinkled skin and stammer as he speak. He coughs then and now and pauses longer between the talks more but Piklu wonder whether he has seen the old man to have a chit chat with someone anytime. Little does he know about the old man, he has met his two sons who are highly qualified engineers, they all live under the same old roof with their own families but still he has hardly seen anyone of them with this old man anytime.

Everyone is talking about it, the new format of MTV Roadies. The concept of the show is to reflect on the contestants the seven basic emotions and the outcomes at different situations. As Piklu surf across the channels a thought grazed across his mind Has he seen any? The old man on his verandah on his lonely night and day, he has hardly any of them. On the jolly times, when everyone in that house is busy in merry making he is singled out still resting on the verandah , even when the loud noises,screams engulf the locality as sirens wailing from that house still he does not show remorse, he does not feel sad or disgusted. He just look through the rusted grills from verandah in the moon lit sky questioning the sky itself. The local people have not  interfered. Because we are social. We are taught since childhood and as we grow we learn by heart to not interfere in other matters whatever it may be. A lonely old man with his lonely old sky he rests in his 3 X 2 sq ft verandah as the days pass by.

Today is Diwali. The day when our good old Rama returned home with Sita, the day marked as a new beginning of light and hope. Just as the evening drove past six, Piklu speed past the lanes to his friend's house in a nearby locality with all his crackers and fireworks. No books to gaze,no routine to bind to , this day is just like a dream day to him. The white fumes, the sound of crackers and the candles lit across the apartments everything has its due appeal for that day. His whole afternoon is sorted out with crackers hurling at his saitan neighbors, they have to start early else some of them will be spared. They will be paid in every possible means of fireworks and chocolate bombs for ruining their fun and mischief all around the year.

It's past 10 o' clock. Although the sound of the crackers exploding goes incessantly yet Piklu with his heart contempt with joy of savaging the neighbor houses strode past to his home. But as he come close he seem to be a little arised today. Something is unusual today. Something odd.Why so many people are crowding in his neighbor house? He speed through the lanes and as he struggled his way across the mob he peeped in the ongoing scene. The old man lies there, calm and quiet just like any other day but with his eyes closed. The  time may have wrinkled and deformed his mouth but the tranquility that exists today can not be explained just in words.  Nobody is crying, just that everybody is deep silenced within their inner self.

Piklu moved aside from the crowd and went to the rooftop. The whole scene is very vivid from there. "The good old fella is no more..."  as he repeat these words on and on his mind dwindle on the narrow line between the two worlds of Life and Death. The serenity in the face of the dead man ....is it the happiness for forsaking his deserted life and setting his voyage across the unknown world of darkness? Today is unusal for him not just as the old man is dead but what he have witnessed none of the people had or will ever get a chance to be. It is the first smile in that face Piklu has witnessed in ages. It's the smile for the end of an evil life, and the commencement of new hope, a new afterlife. "Oh Yes!!! It's not late.The Celebrations May Begin......."

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India- Beyond the School Corridors

Kids running with school bags with some Mr X / Y/ Z celeb offering his 100 watts colgate smile to cameras emphasizing the importance of education of young India with the catchy line of some nutthead who invented the line "Padhega India to Badhega India".

I wonder how does people every year silently digest the drama about Indian Education. I remember my good old school days when every1 of us is tired of mugging the essay for about a thousand of times " The Importance of Education" as it is the favorite hot cake essay of literature question papers. Ur nibs will be tired, the sharpeners will get choked with pencil dusts..still the salient points of the topic never extinguishes nor does the teacher's unending enthusiasm to draw circles in some points even adding few more points. The point is from the giant manifestos to slogans and commercials the government has tried and exhausted every possible communication medium to help people to realize the true needs for education. So the only thing left is now question papers. So u can say that is the main reason for being the essay so hotcake in the exam hall.

But wait and think !!! Don't we know already the need for education? For who ever you may be literacy at certain level is required. So the government has come up with various low budgets and govt aided institutions actually working towards the cause. But dat is not what I am concerned. Its beyond the school. It's the situation where the money matter comes into play. Our honorable Human Resource Minister has made up a very interesting phenomenal comment in this regard. He stated that the from all the number of children going to school only a few of them actually make up for the higher studies. A true observation indeed. So he proposed to come up with more number of educational institutions to improve the current scenario.

The mockery of Indian politics is statements are made even before they are realized. Our concerned minister is so deeply concerned about Indian education that eventually he jumps into the same pit. Long are the days gone of the lethargic concept "Two birds in one stone ". Ur thoughts and actions can't part ways. They have to follow hand in hand. Just giving a nod to the privatization of educational institutions with ur proposed idea just don't fit in. Let face it. Higher studies need money. And after u r highly educated the first thing u need is a job. May be with the help of  "my chance to get lucky" quota certificate anyone gets admission in a good college but what after that? Who will bear the expenses? With more and more number of institutions who will be liable to maintain the correct educational standard in them. Without proper education how can any student face the competitive world? And what if u don't get ur chance? What if after passing ur grad school only thing left with u is ur simple printed grad dergree,certificates and marksheets.

Vision should b clear.Students intending for higher studies as well as education institutions are also responsible to prepare their students in a market oriented way,  A farmer's son can go back to his own long prodigy of farming back after class X...but he can't and he will not after being graduate. He will search for a job. So where's the job?

Let me digress a bit. After 3/4 yrs in the grad school let us see about the job prospective s in our country. If you a good student from a high collared institution you do have your concrete chances to be under the secured roof of a good organization. Other ones can just mug up all the competitive exam books for participating in the cat and mice race for limited seat government examinations. Other than you are just left with my dear BPO 's. Let me dissect the normal working class into Core or IT works. So from the core departments the recruitment is sheepishly low all round the year. And to IT lovers i would just like to share a candid point as i am also a same noob in the pros field.  If you just give a damn shit of all the recession thing...about the number of people sacking going on all the year round..you may consider one important fact.....to the concept of Cloud Computing. The concept is still in its budding stage but the main logical funda behind it is simply to reduce the work force. To even more maximize their present resources in order to get a low cost.  Now the present scenario presents us a important statistics out of all IT aspirants graduating every year only 25% of them are actually placed. I may not want to blow away the buds of the sweet dreams of parents for getting his son a IT professional but the implementation of cloud computing will be a harsh blow on the ever recruiting nature of IT market.

So more number of institutions..no jobs..only viable option to pursue higher studies as per ur pocket affords up to a limit . So I offer my exclusive readers a more disgusting catchy line to be a reply for the seemingly inspiring line " Padhega India to Badhega India" . Just turn around with your grace....just bend a little ...spread ur left hand in a begging style [just like Amitabh saying "Haaih"] and reply

"Paise kya per pe ughte hai." .

The Lost Kids

" I keep walking on ..through the wicked roads and starry sky...lost within myself I move on an on. Yes I am lost. I am lost in the roads,i am puzzled by my thoughts,and i will soon give up when the beast of night will come upon. I don't know the lanes...they are tricky enough ..twirling and twisting just when you think it is simply normal. I can recall the time when you left me...just how you convinced me but i could not see behind it. My tears have dried now...they have yielded deep beneath the devilish hunger for foods within me. But now I have learnt a lot. I know how to steal money. I know how to beg properly. And you know I am also not alone any more. Because I have met them. My friends. They are just like me. We speed across every  traffic signals in day and night. There are so many different cars and buildings. You remember how i used to get scared of unknown people earlier but now i meet thousands of faces every now and then. I sleep in the footpath near where you left me.May be someday I will meet u, and then I can ask you why did u depart me and my sister in the platform that day? "

This words are not mine but of a lost kid...Have he told me this? No he didn't. He is too young to have any feelings right now. But down the line after some years he will definitely feel so. The departed kids in Sonarpur Local compartment in one sunny day and their tears provoked me to pen down this. I will definitely look forward to hear about their whereabouts in future because the tears of their innocence is just the painful implementation of great Darwin's law of "Survival of the Fittest". I would bow to that someone who can help them. So wait.... let me give you the details of them so you can identify them. A girl and a boy(her brother) ragged dresses, the little brother crying feverishly while the girl 2/3 older than boy is trying in vein to control her every drops of tears. She is also trembling in fear but she can't give up for the sake of her brother. Every passer by is asking her about their parents, where she live. She can tell where she live but the other people could not locate it. She will tell you about her mother, the one who has left them in the train compartment assuring them that she was just going to fetch water. But she didn't return and the train left. Now you will be thinking whether it is intentional or the train simply left before her mother could arrive. I don't know the answer. Neither they did. 

You might be wondering what these specifications will help you to find those two lost kids? Actually it will not. Nothing can. Because there are not just 2 of them . There are thousands of them, deprived of their innocence, childhood and overall LIFE. So even if you can bring happiness in the life of any of them u are actually helping those two lost kids whom I have met in just a sunny day of my life.

The Masala in Indian IssStyle ;-)

Entara Rascala Mind It!!!!!!!!!

I am sure my opening could not get better cliche line than this. The big mustached Rajni threatening the "Mr. Black" villains(sorry for getting on the color but the white kurtas and the crowish color of the south indians is a just a panache in the masala style) The kollywood is very apprehensive of 1 factor : no matter what you see, it must be done in issStyle!!! But don't blame it on them. I truly believe south has got its true roots of Indian culture unless who could have thought to do actions wearing lungis and shawl draping around shoulder.

 But I will be abusive if I only mention you the immense resource of masalas in the land of idlis and sambars. The Bollywood and never mind our own Tollywood has shown a great potential in this field also. I will mention my one fav line from bolly world : "Ek bar maine jo commitment kar di ,,, to main khud ki v nahi sunta". No prize for guessing from which film is it. Yes!!!! It is from the ever successful film "WANTED" and from our very own charismatic SALMAN KHAN!!!! In the land of Tagore how could any1 forget Mithunda and his oscar winning character "Minister Fatakesto ". Actually the lines "marbo ekhne las porbe sosane" are so popular at one point of time even i used to fear to detach my ears from the safe musical comfort of my mp3 player.

If you think i distaste masala films that's surely untrue. I can bet if you watch a dozen art films regularly you will also get tired of all the intelligent supplements in those cinemas. As per science our brain has a lot unproductive region compared to that of productive part. So we need some brainless cinemas to entertain our mind also. I also recall even during post release of OSO , SRK has advised his fans "keep ur brains at home " before watching this. See, even the intelligent actors are aware of the brain storming scripts and performances they have delivered. So if you watch any hero/heroine to say b4 release "I AM A DIRECTOR'S ACTOR" comprehend it as : " THIS FILM IS TRASH. SO PLZ DON'T BLAME IT ON ME".

The candid part is nobody is blaming. That's why Rajnikanth is a superstar. Wanted,Ghajni,Oso are benchmarks of Indian cinema and Dabanng has stormed away the box office records of 3 Idiots. Long live the muscular hero who fights pow(10,100000...) villains.........long live the sweet sexy heroine who dances in the rain,sings a romantic song and fell in love with the hero in 1st glance..and long live the heroine's dad who is the mastermind of all the nuisance. Bow to THE DIRECTOR and plzz don't forget to give "seetis" on some paisa vasool dialogues. And if you get acidity in digesting those masala cinemas then pick up some not so known movies like Shaurya, Bumm Bumm Bole...etc etc.

The Heroic Escape

If you consider yourself as someone who have endlessly mugged up many criminal/thriller stories,if you are the 1 who gets excited whenever the journey starts from Privet Drive,trembles by counting the every odds when You Know Who Must Not Be Named will show up or praises Holmes every time he demystifies a case, i assure you this "real-life" inspired event has its every moment what it takes to be a mind gripping fast action thriller.


It's night time. The uncanny thing about this time may well be felt through it's uncanny silence engulfing within a truth,something unusual thing is going to happen tonight. Something fateful.
They are armed,focussed and sharpened their determination within. They are to kill. To kill someone whose lives are too insignificant enough to consider them but the "to be victims" have left them no option rather than to kill them. The criminal's prolonged nuisance, unpleasant behavior has stretched all their limits within. So they are set to get their hands bloody this time.Once and for all. 


They are 4 men in this fateful night in search for the criminal. They don't know about the lethal weapons which the enemy might posses,they don't know the exact number of criminals yet they are noble enough to risk their life to save humanity.The criminals with their lightening speed and undiscovered places of hideouts have managed to survive till this date but no more. The four heroes today have cornered them. They are convinced of their every possible chances of killing them this time,to make them to pay for what they have robbed from this 4 men.


Now it's time i must introduce you to the four real life inspired heroes of that night. U can call them A,B,C,D just for now because it's mandatory in thriller books to conceal the real life based heroes identity. Mr. A is a tall guy,thin one bare chested. With the killer look in his eyes Mr. A has got his fast moves to corner out any enemies. Although i must warn you he is a more hi profiled for this type of captures because he is already a top level capturist on mobiles/internet chats etc. Mr. B is quite serious looking and a fully devoted person to this art of capturing.U may get fooled by the fragile body of Mr. B but his cunning nature and the smokes he produce is enough to kill the enemy. He is of the executive order, the man behind the scenes laying out all the plans for the big hunt today. As for Mr. C used to have a dark profile a long time ago so he can anticipate out all the moves of our enemy quickly. Behind his child like and innocent appearance of Mr. C there exists a strong determined native soul. Mr. D is a well built man,he is a ardent executioner of the plan and a full time medic of this team. He is just the soul of the team. Well as we proceed you will understand the immensely important character Mr. D.

The people are positioned. All the barricades are laid out. Each and every possible resource is utilized to forbid the escape of the enemy. The enemy is frightened. It understands there is no solution other than a face-off. Even now the time is deep silenced. The enemy gets out from the hideout. Mr. A applied a sharp blow of his weapon but Oh no!!! the enemy with its speed has gauged the attack well before and overtook it promptly enough leaving behind Mr. A screaming for help. Now Mr. B is on our enemy. He corners the enemy once again behind a small barricade. Now Mr. D is lifting up the barricade and Mr. C will come into the scene to murder the guilty.***#@!#$``"~~~@!@!!*******


Now the four people lie in the scene all tired and exhausted. They are the tragic heroes of today. The cunning enemy with its agility has dodged out Mr C and has escaped. But the defeat does not make them weak because as we speak they are again planning for their next mission to destroy the escapist.


Well, every thriller has it's last page. And here it is. The enemy concerned in this real life inspired article is none other than a dreadful "MOUSE" in our mess. It has chopped a lot of pages,suitcase covers and still to be reported huge number of things. And our real men of Honor are-------

Mr.A       Souvik aka Dino

Mr.B             Nilu aka guju

Mr.C         Sou aka baccha

Mr.D        Satya aka myself

Weapons used: Fat books like Schildt,Language Processor,Matrixes

Barricade: My VIP suitcase,Souvik's Carom Board

THANKS GIVING

We would like to thank all the writers and scholars who have written loaded books without which we would be left vulnerable towards our enemy Thanks to my parents for providing me the VIP suitcase and thanks to dino for the strong wooden carom board.

CONFESSION

No animal is hurt during the process although clearly intended to do so.

STATUTORY WARNING

Don't try this at home without a group of mad people and a poor rat acting as the prey.

Since 17th...

It's a date. It has been always a date for you. But for me it's something else....some date from when the days were never same as before. You can tag it a change or adjustment,revive...let it be anything..let the synonyms rest under the great pages of dictionary..but you can't deny its presence. But as for change if you are concerned on the extent of how you changed since your last break-up or since the last kiss you are most welcome to navigate away from this web page as soon as possible.What i am concerned is about the biggest truth of life...that's death.


If you are having a look on this article right now,then i assume u r fine,u have survived from malaria,dengi,swine flu, bomb-blasts,cancer/aids maybe and i pray your good health in future also. You are someone who probably have an account on teen o phobic social networking sites, you may be a geek just like me or maybe you r just having a vibrant life out there. But have you considered the fact that there is something that can plunder your most precious possession? That can nullify you,rid your ego..nd anything what you claim to be yours. My funny bone finds it amusing when i see people who have lived their life or have done their work quite neatly but throughout span we intend to take backup of every minute pieces that come across our way. From movies to large voluminous files/money the gradual routine of backups is so eminent and deep rooted within us that we fail to consider one simple truth. "The biggest illusion in life is life itself." and u can't back it up. You will find it frustrating enough to think that someday all those sweet memories,all those crammed book pages u have mastered or anything u are good at will simply be gone. The long years,months,days and every second u have tormented yourself to consummate at a level will all be nullified.




Consider someone.Someone from the every ordinary pale/attractive/bewildered people u come across everyday. Someone who belong to the masses.Someone from a regular crowd.What if this someone comes to know some futile moment that he doesn't belong anymore to the jolly,feel good,vibrant,regular crowd out there. Rather his name is going to be represented henceforth as an medical id. The name for which he is reputed,he has lived on it and being famous for , nowdays it will serve only as demonstration of doctor's pain stricken time forbidden example of hand writing in long prescriptions and computer printed medical bills.He is now feeling restless,he will demand to himself,to the society,to the doctor " WHY ME!! " . Lucky for us we don't have to reply him back,maybe doctors will remind him that some questions are not meant to be answered or some "babas" would advice him to keep calm and concentrate on the mortal nature of human life. You will tag him as the "Unlucky 1" and you may pay your condolence to his family because you are the audience,you know the fate of the play,the fate is already decided but the family is a part of the play,they also knew the fate but it was on their part to attempt in vein. Now is the time for the curtains to drop...so the concerned person will now be too tired to fight up .A chapter ends.


I don't remember the exact date and place and it just happened to be a day after 17th. But the simple line from Geeta written in a poster perplexed me,, better to say enlightened me. This piece for today is not any statement,rather a question that i have kept myself asking since 17th Sept 2006. A lot of film directors have wasted their reels regarding this,some are worthy to mention others are too idiotic to be notable.But the irony lies in the question:What is the exact path?Are we aware about the biggest truth of our LIFE???

News of the "News" !!!!

Cameras,fake ascent,lights,mikes,tickertapes,prime time, bulletin board,interviews.conference ...these are not some mere keywords but some snaps from the most powerful profession in India...the Media.Like one philosopher once sadly lamented that news has been sold not published truly this scenario correlates with the current Indian media.
I still remember the good old days when electronics media doesn't symbolize the today's high T.R.P rated news channels,media celebs,polls and all this but simply Doordarshan. Every evening my father used to tune sharply at 7 o'clock for news at Doordarshan. The selection,choice and presentation of news although is very simple and straightforward still even at that age i can feel the sublime appeal in those news. The focus used to be more on the events rather than creating media celebs.

NDTV 24x7,BBC NEWS,HEADLINES TODAY,CNN IBN,TIMES NOW,NEWSX and the list continues...[sorry if i have missed your favourite news channel],and it's also never too late or important to mention our "unbiased" local news channels. Everyone is ardent to offer you with crispy news which when served you with garam chai and hot pakoda can land you up in ecstasy. You may have skipped any news but i am sure you haven't skipped the names of modern news "gurus" like Barkha Dutt.Even if you watch carefully  some news channels are also enlightening you with much awaited info and "secrets and myths" of your favorite tv serials. I knew this situation is bound to occur since they have had tried and exhausted all the possible permutations and combinations of link ups between bollywood celebs [irony is in fact some channels had even tried to link up Boman Irani and Shabana Aazmi after "Honeymoon Travels"] 

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