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Saturday, May 23, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Patriotism and me
There were times when I often wished I was born in the pre-independence era, so I could also do my bit for India. While in my school, I was extremely keen on joining Army, and actually get a chance to go fight in a war. Sadly that did not happen, as my mother was strictly against it. The reason she gave was that since her own brother i.e. my Mama was in the Army, it was enough for the whole family, and for many generations to come. (I too gave up the idea on getting to know I will have to study science for that!! )
Anyways, since a young age, I wanted to so something fruitful in life. And i started pretty early too :) I remember being in class 5 and me and the twin decided to open a small school for the kids. We roped in two of the juniors at school and persuaded them to get a small blackboard, while we arranged for copies/pencils etc. Then began the arduous task of persuading the parents and the kids to join us. I remember we went to various chai-wallas, press-waalis, kaam waali bai, to convince them to send their kids to us so they could learn basic English and Maths.
When finally we had around 7-10 kids in our 'school' we started teaching them albeit in a haphazard manner. We were kids teaching other kids. Well, it did not turn out to be a successful 'venture', as most of the kids stopped coming after 10 days, even after we tried to lure them by chocolates. :(
Well, atleast i tried :D
Lately, I have been intending to open a school, for the poor kids. I know it will be a difficult task considering the fact that I will soon start working, nevertheless, it'll be a dream which has to come true. This would be my way of showing patriotism.
We often tend to get so self-absorbed that we forget to look around us. We forget that as responsible and educated citizens we should give back to the society in one way or the other. Small small things make hell of a difference. Things like not wasting water, or switching of electricity when not in use matter a lot. Most of us do realise this but many don't care much. If each one of us takes responsibility to do one thing for the society in week, be it planting a tree, or teaching the maid's kid some basic mathematical calculation, or trying to conserve the electricity, the world would be a much better place.
Anyways, since a young age, I wanted to so something fruitful in life. And i started pretty early too :) I remember being in class 5 and me and the twin decided to open a small school for the kids. We roped in two of the juniors at school and persuaded them to get a small blackboard, while we arranged for copies/pencils etc. Then began the arduous task of persuading the parents and the kids to join us. I remember we went to various chai-wallas, press-waalis, kaam waali bai, to convince them to send their kids to us so they could learn basic English and Maths.
When finally we had around 7-10 kids in our 'school' we started teaching them albeit in a haphazard manner. We were kids teaching other kids. Well, it did not turn out to be a successful 'venture', as most of the kids stopped coming after 10 days, even after we tried to lure them by chocolates. :(
Well, atleast i tried :D
Lately, I have been intending to open a school, for the poor kids. I know it will be a difficult task considering the fact that I will soon start working, nevertheless, it'll be a dream which has to come true. This would be my way of showing patriotism.
We often tend to get so self-absorbed that we forget to look around us. We forget that as responsible and educated citizens we should give back to the society in one way or the other. Small small things make hell of a difference. Things like not wasting water, or switching of electricity when not in use matter a lot. Most of us do realise this but many don't care much. If each one of us takes responsibility to do one thing for the society in week, be it planting a tree, or teaching the maid's kid some basic mathematical calculation, or trying to conserve the electricity, the world would be a much better place.
Monday, May 18, 2009
I am now on twitter on http://twitter.com/saima1986
And desperately trying to figure out so many things on it...
Add me on who ever's on it :)
And desperately trying to figure out so many things on it...
Add me on who ever's on it :)
Friday, May 15, 2009
Life in the past few months
I have have been having the most exhausting days of my life since March end. Exhausting, both physically and emotionally. After almost living in the hospital for around 10 days in March-April and then now again in May, has finally taken its toll on me. Going to the doctors, seeing my loved ones (my twin and my mother) in so much pain, is extremely painful. Thankfully, both of them are on their road to recovery, (*touchwood*), still there are times when i wonder why us, and that too so suddenly.
Having taken the round of hospitals and practically living there, i was invariably surrounded by some family, whos family member was suffering from some ghastly disease/problem. One such neighbour was a family where the father had just died, though not young but certainly not a die-able age. The mother was inconsolable and seeing her crying hysterically right next to me, moved me to tears. And surprisingly there were random people, who were just standing there and seeing the poor lady crying as if there was some show going on. Later on I found out that the mother became so ill that she too had to be admitted in Emergency. Imagine the plight of the kids.
At the second trip to another hospital for my sister, the room was shared by one more female, whose operation had gone haywire due to which she had to undergo the painful operation again. Its been three days since my sister's discharge and the poor lady is still in the hospital. The whole nights she would spend crying in pain and cursing the doctors. No amount of consolation was acceptable by her either from the doctors or by her husband.
Death is inevitable, yet the process towards it should not be so painful. I saw so many aged people, struggling to breathe, struggling to live. It was so painful to see those frail bodies being struck with needles everywhere. How frail life is.
These few months I also realised the genuineness of my so-called friends. Almost all of them did not bother asking for my mother's/sister's health at any point. It was always their after thought. Never once did they bother to visit. Those who bothered are friends for life. Glad i realised this soon.
:( Ending the note in not so cheerful note, will be back again when I am able to do write 'cheerfully' again.
Apologies to A and Nancy for not responding to their tags, hope you understand.
I guess I deserve an award for being the laziest blogger alive!! :)
Having taken the round of hospitals and practically living there, i was invariably surrounded by some family, whos family member was suffering from some ghastly disease/problem. One such neighbour was a family where the father had just died, though not young but certainly not a die-able age. The mother was inconsolable and seeing her crying hysterically right next to me, moved me to tears. And surprisingly there were random people, who were just standing there and seeing the poor lady crying as if there was some show going on. Later on I found out that the mother became so ill that she too had to be admitted in Emergency. Imagine the plight of the kids.
At the second trip to another hospital for my sister, the room was shared by one more female, whose operation had gone haywire due to which she had to undergo the painful operation again. Its been three days since my sister's discharge and the poor lady is still in the hospital. The whole nights she would spend crying in pain and cursing the doctors. No amount of consolation was acceptable by her either from the doctors or by her husband.
Death is inevitable, yet the process towards it should not be so painful. I saw so many aged people, struggling to breathe, struggling to live. It was so painful to see those frail bodies being struck with needles everywhere. How frail life is.
These few months I also realised the genuineness of my so-called friends. Almost all of them did not bother asking for my mother's/sister's health at any point. It was always their after thought. Never once did they bother to visit. Those who bothered are friends for life. Glad i realised this soon.
:( Ending the note in not so cheerful note, will be back again when I am able to do write 'cheerfully' again.
Apologies to A and Nancy for not responding to their tags, hope you understand.
I guess I deserve an award for being the laziest blogger alive!! :)
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A forwarded e-mail, nice and inspiring
The then President of India DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam 's Speech in Hyderabad .
Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements?
We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.
I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchard and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.
In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.. Why are we so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T.Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology.
Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India . For her, you and I will have to build this developed India . You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.
Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.
Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke. The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.
YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?
Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name - 'YOURS'. Give him a face - 'YOURS'. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores.
YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM.
YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU?
YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai .
YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah.
YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.'
YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.'
YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand .
Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston??? We are still talking of the same YOU.
YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India?
In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan.
Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.
We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.
We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.
This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public.
When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system?
What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.
Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too. I am echoing J. F. Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians..
'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'
Lets do what India needs from us.
Thank you,
Dr. Abdul Kalam
Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements?
We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.
I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchard and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.
In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.. Why are we so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T.Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology.
Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India . For her, you and I will have to build this developed India . You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.
Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.
Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke. The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.
YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?
Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name - 'YOURS'. Give him a face - 'YOURS'. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores.
YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM.
YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU?
YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai .
YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah.
YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.'
YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.'
YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand .
Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston??? We are still talking of the same YOU.
YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India?
In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan.
Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.
We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.
We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.
This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public.
When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system?
What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.
Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too. I am echoing J. F. Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians..
'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'
Lets do what India needs from us.
Thank you,
Dr. Abdul Kalam
Monday, April 20, 2009
Q & A
These are a set of questions doing rounds on facebook, and i tagged J in it. After much persuasion he decided to write the answers but e-mailed them to me instead of posting it on facebook, for reasons best known to him ;)
Seldom does one find such honest answers and ones that make your day. I may not be as good as his answers portray me to be, nevertheless, it sure made my day :)
Aren't i lucky to have such awesome people around me!!
Thank you J for making my day!!!
Here are the un-editied answers provided by him!
1. When and how did we meet ?
I met you in detail at S and Co. uske baad i thought that u thought that i was weird (as i was linking u and that beard wala associate at S & Co) then may be u figured out i was not so weird.
2. Are we friends / something else ?
We are friends and I give you my word that i shall try my best to be so through out life.
3. When's the last time you saw me (hw stupid is that)?
17.04.2009 ( the final draft of our dissertation was to be submitted)
4. When do you think I'll meet you next ?
23.04.2009 ( when the final dissertation is to be submitted for binding)
5. What is the funniest / craziest/ cherished memory we have shared (or u know bout me that i dont)?
I dont know whether u remember but i do - tune mere upar frooti girayi thi and i shall have my revenge in this life or the other
6. Describe me in one word(or use as many as you like. it can be difficult at times to limit ur description i know)?
You r - THERE
7. What was your first impression?
Good talkative ladki
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
I sure do
9. What reminds you of me?
Gmail
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
I wud try my best to give u anything without u having to ask me for it
11.Which color suits me the best?
Kala
12. Which song suits me ?
Yaar song nahin pata shayad - meri bhains ko danda kyun mara
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
yes
14. What is my best attribute ?
I dont know cant be judgmental i like the way u r, on the whole tu best hai
15. and worst?
abhi koi aisa major nahin deekha hai ya phir yaad nahin aa raha but i will let know and must have told you also whenever i saw one.
16.Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
Saima - Because thats who u r
17.What type of clothes suit my personality?
Ladkiyon wala question
18.If I was dating a guy and you were to advise him on what to expect what would it be (limit to three)?
main aisa kabhi nahin karoonga, the guy who is dating you must know you better than i do, it is his domain, agar mujhe use advice karna pada tu use laat mar diyo
19. whats the one thing that you like about me? (this is different from best attribute).
i like you as whole tu jaise bhi hai sabse alag hai aur jo cheez tujhe sabse alag karti hai wo hi mujhe pasand hai this cannot be expressed in words
20. and you dont like?
I will let you know as and when i come across
Seldom does one find such honest answers and ones that make your day. I may not be as good as his answers portray me to be, nevertheless, it sure made my day :)
Aren't i lucky to have such awesome people around me!!
Thank you J for making my day!!!
Here are the un-editied answers provided by him!
1. When and how did we meet ?
I met you in detail at S and Co. uske baad i thought that u thought that i was weird (as i was linking u and that beard wala associate at S & Co) then may be u figured out i was not so weird.
2. Are we friends / something else ?
We are friends and I give you my word that i shall try my best to be so through out life.
3. When's the last time you saw me (hw stupid is that)?
17.04.2009 ( the final draft of our dissertation was to be submitted)
4. When do you think I'll meet you next ?
23.04.2009 ( when the final dissertation is to be submitted for binding)
5. What is the funniest / craziest/ cherished memory we have shared (or u know bout me that i dont)?
I dont know whether u remember but i do - tune mere upar frooti girayi thi and i shall have my revenge in this life or the other
6. Describe me in one word(or use as many as you like. it can be difficult at times to limit ur description i know)?
You r - THERE
7. What was your first impression?
Good talkative ladki
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
I sure do
9. What reminds you of me?
Gmail
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
I wud try my best to give u anything without u having to ask me for it
11.Which color suits me the best?
Kala
12. Which song suits me ?
Yaar song nahin pata shayad - meri bhains ko danda kyun mara
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
yes
14. What is my best attribute ?
I dont know cant be judgmental i like the way u r, on the whole tu best hai
15. and worst?
abhi koi aisa major nahin deekha hai ya phir yaad nahin aa raha but i will let know and must have told you also whenever i saw one.
16.Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
Saima - Because thats who u r
17.What type of clothes suit my personality?
Ladkiyon wala question
18.If I was dating a guy and you were to advise him on what to expect what would it be (limit to three)?
main aisa kabhi nahin karoonga, the guy who is dating you must know you better than i do, it is his domain, agar mujhe use advice karna pada tu use laat mar diyo
19. whats the one thing that you like about me? (this is different from best attribute).
i like you as whole tu jaise bhi hai sabse alag hai aur jo cheez tujhe sabse alag karti hai wo hi mujhe pasand hai this cannot be expressed in words
20. and you dont like?
I will let you know as and when i come across
Friday, April 17, 2009
todays interview
Well, as it turned out, this wasn't an interview per se!!!
This was a meeting with one of the partners of one of the reputed firms on our country.
We had an informal chat. He made me feel so comfortable and we really hit it off well, and ended up chatting as new found friends!! He told me interesting experiences of his life, his journey to write a book. (Hes also a well-known author of legal books!)
He called me to involve me in a new project, which is beyond the company's work, and is his personal work. But he was thinking of involving someone in his firm as well... That i will get involved in the project is assured, but the unsure part is the job in the company where he works.
So my status is still the same...i.e. unemployed!!!
Anyways there is still a ray of hope, because he has told me to think about the job opportunity and if i am interested they would start the recruitment process in a month's time!! So i am just thinking and keeping my fingers crossed :)
Thank you Guys for the wishes :)
This was a meeting with one of the partners of one of the reputed firms on our country.
We had an informal chat. He made me feel so comfortable and we really hit it off well, and ended up chatting as new found friends!! He told me interesting experiences of his life, his journey to write a book. (Hes also a well-known author of legal books!)
He called me to involve me in a new project, which is beyond the company's work, and is his personal work. But he was thinking of involving someone in his firm as well... That i will get involved in the project is assured, but the unsure part is the job in the company where he works.
So my status is still the same...i.e. unemployed!!!
Anyways there is still a ray of hope, because he has told me to think about the job opportunity and if i am interested they would start the recruitment process in a month's time!! So i am just thinking and keeping my fingers crossed :)
Thank you Guys for the wishes :)
Monday, April 13, 2009
Interview
ummm...i should have been sleeping right now *scratches her head*...umm....i should have slept. why, because mom told me to and also the law of the nature says so, AND its late and i have work tomorrow.... But, i decide to write this...why...i have no answer..
ok, so tomorrow is my first EVER job interview. Yes i am nervous and have ZERO confidence, but i have faith. Faith in the One because of whom i got this interview call right out of no where.
Clothes to wear...decided (after consulting 10 people!!)
Shoes to wear....decided
I have always dreaded interviews, for the simple reason that i'll end up becoming a fool and the interviewers will be so harassed that they'll shout at me and shoo me away. Yes, i have had such horrible imaginative sequences in my mind when i should be working/studying. I have always looked of ways to wriggle out of the interviews (whether it was for the post of the editor of a magazine or getting selected for an organisation), i have tried to come up with the silliest excuse to escape the trauma and it never actually worked.
Picture this:
mom: S, don't u have an interview today at 1?
S: yes mom i do. But theres a lot of time left, why are u waking me up so soon??
mom: Woman, its 12, and you have to drive to Delhi for this thing remember??Its an hour's drive to CP!!!
S: (hurrying up, falling from the bed, and tripping on the sandals she wore last night)...ohhhh why din't you wake me up earlier.!!!
Mom: i have been trying to do that since 10, but its falling on deaf ears.
S: (at 12.30- still not dressed), Mom, i think i should skip this interview.. you know give others a chance.. or better still why don't i give a telephonic interview?? I'l tell them i broke my foot?? or the car is in repairs or i have to take you to the doctor?? what say :)
Mom: (emerging from the kitchen with the angriest expression possible) IF YOU DON'T GO RIGHT THIS MINUTE I'L SPANK YOU. Shameless girl, itni badi ho gayi hai...Shaadi ki umar aagayi hai...still look at her!! ,
S: (running off to save her self)
Well such have been my experiences with interviews.
I know there is no other way out. Today or tomorrow i will have to face the interview board...sigh...such is life...
ok, so tomorrow is my first EVER job interview. Yes i am nervous and have ZERO confidence, but i have faith. Faith in the One because of whom i got this interview call right out of no where.
Clothes to wear...decided (after consulting 10 people!!)
Shoes to wear....decided
I have always dreaded interviews, for the simple reason that i'll end up becoming a fool and the interviewers will be so harassed that they'll shout at me and shoo me away. Yes, i have had such horrible imaginative sequences in my mind when i should be working/studying. I have always looked of ways to wriggle out of the interviews (whether it was for the post of the editor of a magazine or getting selected for an organisation), i have tried to come up with the silliest excuse to escape the trauma and it never actually worked.
Picture this:
mom: S, don't u have an interview today at 1?
S: yes mom i do. But theres a lot of time left, why are u waking me up so soon??
mom: Woman, its 12, and you have to drive to Delhi for this thing remember??Its an hour's drive to CP!!!
S: (hurrying up, falling from the bed, and tripping on the sandals she wore last night)...ohhhh why din't you wake me up earlier.!!!
Mom: i have been trying to do that since 10, but its falling on deaf ears.
S: (at 12.30- still not dressed), Mom, i think i should skip this interview.. you know give others a chance.. or better still why don't i give a telephonic interview?? I'l tell them i broke my foot?? or the car is in repairs or i have to take you to the doctor?? what say :)
Mom: (emerging from the kitchen with the angriest expression possible) IF YOU DON'T GO RIGHT THIS MINUTE I'L SPANK YOU. Shameless girl, itni badi ho gayi hai...Shaadi ki umar aagayi hai...still look at her!! ,
S: (running off to save her self)
Well such have been my experiences with interviews.
I know there is no other way out. Today or tomorrow i will have to face the interview board...sigh...such is life...
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Ishwar Allah
This is a song from 1947-Earth, that i love, and can listen to it again and again!! hope u like it too :)
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon
[ Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Song Lyrics @ http://www.hindilyrix.com ]
Kadam Kadam Par Sarhad Kyon Hai Saari Zameen Jo Teri Hai
Sooraj Ke Pehre Dharti Hai Phir Kyon Itni Andheri Hai
Is Duniya Ke Daaman Par Insaan Ke Lahoo Ka Rang Hai Kyon
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon
Goonj Rahi Kitni Cheekhein Pyaar Ki Baatein Hum Sunein
Toot Rahe Hain Kitne Sapne Inke Tukde Koi Chune
Dil Ke Darwaazon Par Taaley Taalon Par Zank Hai Kyon
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon.
[ Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Song Lyrics @ http://www.hindilyrix.com ]
I am still in the process of exploring the many options of blogger, so apologize for not inserting a link to download the song. Kindly google it!
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon
[ Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Song Lyrics @ http://www.hindilyrix.com ]
Kadam Kadam Par Sarhad Kyon Hai Saari Zameen Jo Teri Hai
Sooraj Ke Pehre Dharti Hai Phir Kyon Itni Andheri Hai
Is Duniya Ke Daaman Par Insaan Ke Lahoo Ka Rang Hai Kyon
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon
Goonj Rahi Kitni Cheekhein Pyaar Ki Baatein Hum Sunein
Toot Rahe Hain Kitne Sapne Inke Tukde Koi Chune
Dil Ke Darwaazon Par Taaley Taalon Par Zank Hai Kyon
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon.
[ Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Song Lyrics @ http://www.hindilyrix.com ]
I am still in the process of exploring the many options of blogger, so apologize for not inserting a link to download the song. Kindly google it!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
happiness!!
This has to be one of the good moments of my life :)
Got my result today, that means, i have freedom from exams, FOREVER!!
no more late night studies, waiting for the results !!!
Just another small step left now and i WILL BE A LAWYER! :)
Wear the prestigious band and the black gown, roam the corridors of the Courts! Bliss!!
My whole family is jumping with joy and happiness!! Congratulations on phone/smses/ facebook have kept me busy since 5 p.m.!!!
I just hope i don't let them down.
All i want is to make a mark for myself in this big, bad, ugly world, do my bit to change the legal system, earn enough money to fulfil my father's dream of opening a Hospital/NGO/school for the girls in his hometown.
Anyways, i am too happy to sit down and continue!
Adios! Hope everyone's dreams come true :)
My dada would have been so proud- "beti vakil ban gayi"!!
Got my result today, that means, i have freedom from exams, FOREVER!!
no more late night studies, waiting for the results !!!
Just another small step left now and i WILL BE A LAWYER! :)
Wear the prestigious band and the black gown, roam the corridors of the Courts! Bliss!!
My whole family is jumping with joy and happiness!! Congratulations on phone/smses/ facebook have kept me busy since 5 p.m.!!!
I just hope i don't let them down.
All i want is to make a mark for myself in this big, bad, ugly world, do my bit to change the legal system, earn enough money to fulfil my father's dream of opening a Hospital/NGO/school for the girls in his hometown.
Anyways, i am too happy to sit down and continue!
Adios! Hope everyone's dreams come true :)
My dada would have been so proud- "beti vakil ban gayi"!!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
nice ones :) :)
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us- Helen Keller
To know sorrow, is to be free from it. You won't understand sorrow if you keep escaping from it. Don't do anything about it. Don't push it away. Just be aware. How does it feel? Happy are those who grieve for they will love better and live longer.
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you.
There is always someone who loves you more than you know.
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?- Khalil Gibran
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.- Henri Nouwen
A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.
- Charlie Daniels
written en route to the funeral for his friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd.
To know sorrow, is to be free from it. You won't understand sorrow if you keep escaping from it. Don't do anything about it. Don't push it away. Just be aware. How does it feel? Happy are those who grieve for they will love better and live longer.
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you.
There is always someone who loves you more than you know.
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?- Khalil Gibran
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.- Henri Nouwen
A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.
- Charlie Daniels
written en route to the funeral for his friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Fathers as fiends
Bachi Karkaria
Daughters have a special bond with their doting dads. Mothers are left seething out of the equation, and later suitors suffer because they can never measure up to the first man in a girl’s life. This was the credo, reaffirmed by all of us who have glowed in this unabashedly biased relationship. The monster of Mira Road has shattered the idyll. It’s difficult to think of a worse betrayal.
The blood of every father’s daughter must run cold to read about the 21-year-old who had been continually raped for nine years. A father as perpetrator, a mother as accessory, and a so-called godman not only calling the shots, but pumping in his own dirty bullets as well. How many idols were smashed in that burgeoning outpost of Mumbai suburbia? Everything supposedly sacred was defiled. It’s difficult to think of a worse perversion.
Every daughter who has snuggled into her father, charmed him into submission, had him indulge her every whim to her own delight and her mother’s disapproval, must surely have followed this story in disbelief. For the past eight days, we have been subjected to chilling revelations. Just when we thought we had heard the worst, another report, another piece of testimony has reared its head to mock our cozy illusions.
The Mira Road incest is not an aberration. It happens everywhere, all the time, as routine as water cuts in summer. Too often, ‘family’ is not the benign unit of protective Mama-Papa and loving uncle-ji, but a whitewashed sepulchre of poisoned innocence. To the curios in the showcase add the skeletons in the closet. Alas, not dead, but jumping out to paw, grope and molest. On a regular basis.
The difference at Mira Road was only one of degree, motivation, and the fact that the pustule burst open. This happened only because it reached new depths. When her 15-year-old sister was also dragged into this pit, the long-suffering girl found the tremulous courage to inform her maternal uncle and grandmother. So, add one more dimension to this perverse roster. We must be thankful for the doubled evil because that’s what finally led to the end of the sordid tale. And for the small mercy that the girl’s court of appeal did not typically cite ‘family honour’ to slam the lid back on what was its demonic opposite.
Child sexual abuse by a family member, most often the father himself, extends from pavement to penthouse, leaving no economic, educational or ethnic group unstained. It sits there masked in normalcy, like porn covered in the innocent brown paper of a school exercise book, like a festively wrapped mithai box swarming with maggots inside. The statistics may be conjecture, but they certainly aren’t damning lies. An act of domestic sexual abuse occurs every seven minutes (compared to every three minutes for any type/venue of sexual violence).
In this depraved milieu, we must then be very grateful for the six minutes of security. And, we, who as children had considered our unmolested cocoon to be the unremarkable rule, must now fall on our knees for the blessing of exception. When the parental protector turns predator, every other violation pales by comparison, arguably even turns kosher.
The father raped his elder daughter for nine years and, inured, felt no shame in pulling the younger girl into the sex vortex. The mother emotionally blackmailed them into submitting not only to him, but also to the instigating tantric. To be fair, she threw herself into the hissing cauldron as well. The parents abandoned their most sublime duty for the sake of mere crass reward. The ‘godman’ had convinced them that this was the divinely ordained route to the father’s business success.
The silence of the lambs of Mira Road is deafening. But the current empty din of electoral invective is unlikely to pause and listen.
Courtsey- www.timesofindia.com
Bachi Karkaria
Daughters have a special bond with their doting dads. Mothers are left seething out of the equation, and later suitors suffer because they can never measure up to the first man in a girl’s life. This was the credo, reaffirmed by all of us who have glowed in this unabashedly biased relationship. The monster of Mira Road has shattered the idyll. It’s difficult to think of a worse betrayal.
The blood of every father’s daughter must run cold to read about the 21-year-old who had been continually raped for nine years. A father as perpetrator, a mother as accessory, and a so-called godman not only calling the shots, but pumping in his own dirty bullets as well. How many idols were smashed in that burgeoning outpost of Mumbai suburbia? Everything supposedly sacred was defiled. It’s difficult to think of a worse perversion.
Every daughter who has snuggled into her father, charmed him into submission, had him indulge her every whim to her own delight and her mother’s disapproval, must surely have followed this story in disbelief. For the past eight days, we have been subjected to chilling revelations. Just when we thought we had heard the worst, another report, another piece of testimony has reared its head to mock our cozy illusions.
The Mira Road incest is not an aberration. It happens everywhere, all the time, as routine as water cuts in summer. Too often, ‘family’ is not the benign unit of protective Mama-Papa and loving uncle-ji, but a whitewashed sepulchre of poisoned innocence. To the curios in the showcase add the skeletons in the closet. Alas, not dead, but jumping out to paw, grope and molest. On a regular basis.
The difference at Mira Road was only one of degree, motivation, and the fact that the pustule burst open. This happened only because it reached new depths. When her 15-year-old sister was also dragged into this pit, the long-suffering girl found the tremulous courage to inform her maternal uncle and grandmother. So, add one more dimension to this perverse roster. We must be thankful for the doubled evil because that’s what finally led to the end of the sordid tale. And for the small mercy that the girl’s court of appeal did not typically cite ‘family honour’ to slam the lid back on what was its demonic opposite.
Child sexual abuse by a family member, most often the father himself, extends from pavement to penthouse, leaving no economic, educational or ethnic group unstained. It sits there masked in normalcy, like porn covered in the innocent brown paper of a school exercise book, like a festively wrapped mithai box swarming with maggots inside. The statistics may be conjecture, but they certainly aren’t damning lies. An act of domestic sexual abuse occurs every seven minutes (compared to every three minutes for any type/venue of sexual violence).
In this depraved milieu, we must then be very grateful for the six minutes of security. And, we, who as children had considered our unmolested cocoon to be the unremarkable rule, must now fall on our knees for the blessing of exception. When the parental protector turns predator, every other violation pales by comparison, arguably even turns kosher.
The father raped his elder daughter for nine years and, inured, felt no shame in pulling the younger girl into the sex vortex. The mother emotionally blackmailed them into submitting not only to him, but also to the instigating tantric. To be fair, she threw herself into the hissing cauldron as well. The parents abandoned their most sublime duty for the sake of mere crass reward. The ‘godman’ had convinced them that this was the divinely ordained route to the father’s business success.
The silence of the lambs of Mira Road is deafening. But the current empty din of electoral invective is unlikely to pause and listen.
Courtsey- www.timesofindia.com
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Best of both the worlds
Almost every blog post that I read over the past few months would generate a lot of arguments if the post mentions anything about religion. Hindus would ridicule Muslims, blame them for something and the Muslims would retaliate, explain things and end up ridiculing Hindus, and vice-versa.
My nani is a devout Hindu and my dada was an extremely religious Muslim man. I remember nani teaching me excerpts from Mahabharata or Gita and narrating me some instances from these holy books(she still does it). I remember learning the Gayatri Mantra and Om Bhoor Bhuva Swaha in schools, and then coming home and chanting them in front of my proud nani. It didn't matter to her that I am a Muslim, nor did it matter to me that I am a Muslim chanting these line. For me the meaning of these mantras was more important, rather than the fact that being a Muslim I shouldn't chant them. I still remember them, though I don't chant them now (school assemblies are over!!), and now I can proudly say that I know more about Hinduism than most of the Hindus I have come across.
I also remember my dada narrating instances of Holy Prophets (peace be upon him), reciting Kalmas, and offering namaz, scolding us for not praying 5 times and telling us about the fruits of being a religious and good person.
Often nani would teach me some lessons of life which pertained to one becoming a good human being and I realized that these teachings are there in Quran too. No religion teaches hatred, religion is supposed to be the guiding light of one's life, it can never teach to kill someone. With time I realised that these religions are not that different. Basically they all teach us to be a better human being, to have a pure heart and not be consumed by hatred towards anyone else.
Life is too short to be consumed by hatred. There is absolutely no point fighting over religious issues. The British followed the divide and rule policy and succeeded to achieve their goals. If our country gets divided, it wont be long before we again get ruled by fascist elements.
I am a proud Muslim, but I am prouder of my lineage, because I get to experience the best of both the worlds.
I wish everyone starts respecting the other religions and starts following the principle of 'live and let live.'
My nani is a devout Hindu and my dada was an extremely religious Muslim man. I remember nani teaching me excerpts from Mahabharata or Gita and narrating me some instances from these holy books(she still does it). I remember learning the Gayatri Mantra and Om Bhoor Bhuva Swaha in schools, and then coming home and chanting them in front of my proud nani. It didn't matter to her that I am a Muslim, nor did it matter to me that I am a Muslim chanting these line. For me the meaning of these mantras was more important, rather than the fact that being a Muslim I shouldn't chant them. I still remember them, though I don't chant them now (school assemblies are over!!), and now I can proudly say that I know more about Hinduism than most of the Hindus I have come across.
I also remember my dada narrating instances of Holy Prophets (peace be upon him), reciting Kalmas, and offering namaz, scolding us for not praying 5 times and telling us about the fruits of being a religious and good person.
Often nani would teach me some lessons of life which pertained to one becoming a good human being and I realized that these teachings are there in Quran too. No religion teaches hatred, religion is supposed to be the guiding light of one's life, it can never teach to kill someone. With time I realised that these religions are not that different. Basically they all teach us to be a better human being, to have a pure heart and not be consumed by hatred towards anyone else.
Life is too short to be consumed by hatred. There is absolutely no point fighting over religious issues. The British followed the divide and rule policy and succeeded to achieve their goals. If our country gets divided, it wont be long before we again get ruled by fascist elements.
I am a proud Muslim, but I am prouder of my lineage, because I get to experience the best of both the worlds.
I wish everyone starts respecting the other religions and starts following the principle of 'live and let live.'
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Religion and Us
Today, in office, for the first time i was on the receiving end of a religious biasedness. No, there were no open abuses, no fiery arguments, just a cold reaction from some of my colleagues on getting to know my religion..
They thought i wouldn't hear the hushed up voices of astonishment, and the news being spread slowly that i am a Muslim. One of them exclaimed in a different context that "Parsi community has very few people left, so they are no longer a threat to our country, unlike other religions"!!
Can u imagine that!
What shocked me was that i did not expect this, atleast from the educated people around me. I mean does it really matter what religion i belong to? Does it make me a lesser human being if i am a Muslim?
Spoke to dad about this, and he told me, this is a part of life and things will get worse now, better get used to this!
Why should i bear the cost of the actions of few lunatics? The thought that i just spoke to a Hindu/Christian/Sikh/Buddhist/Parsee never crosses my mind, why does it cross the minds of others around me?
Islam does not teach hatred, and what angers me, is the gross mis-interpretation, people who don't even know two words about Islam, abusing it, left right and centre..
The day the people in this country grow beyond religion, race, case, sex, creed, we will be truly a free nation...
I wonder when that day will come...
They thought i wouldn't hear the hushed up voices of astonishment, and the news being spread slowly that i am a Muslim. One of them exclaimed in a different context that "Parsi community has very few people left, so they are no longer a threat to our country, unlike other religions"!!
Can u imagine that!
What shocked me was that i did not expect this, atleast from the educated people around me. I mean does it really matter what religion i belong to? Does it make me a lesser human being if i am a Muslim?
Spoke to dad about this, and he told me, this is a part of life and things will get worse now, better get used to this!
Why should i bear the cost of the actions of few lunatics? The thought that i just spoke to a Hindu/Christian/Sikh/Buddhist/Parsee never crosses my mind, why does it cross the minds of others around me?
Islam does not teach hatred, and what angers me, is the gross mis-interpretation, people who don't even know two words about Islam, abusing it, left right and centre..
The day the people in this country grow beyond religion, race, case, sex, creed, we will be truly a free nation...
I wonder when that day will come...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
why such perversion?
Just read something on the net which reminded me of the movie, the monsoon wedding..
The thing that really affected me and i am sure many others watching the movie was the disgusting part about the child molestation. One never realises but things such as these maybe happening right in your own house. The little child often does not understand what is happening/has happened.
And more often than not these incidents remain only in the mind of the people involved in it. The child remembers it with fear and anger, the perpetrator of the crime remembers it as his/her pleasures.
Most of these incidents happen in the family, leaving the child with no option but to keep quiet, but what they don't realise is that by speaking up they not only save themselves, but other future victims from the hands of this insane human.
I still don't understand what pleasure does one get by molesting a year old kid or or for that matter a 8-9 year old child.
I hope and pray that no one, absolutely NO ONE goes through this mental trauma.
The thing that really affected me and i am sure many others watching the movie was the disgusting part about the child molestation. One never realises but things such as these maybe happening right in your own house. The little child often does not understand what is happening/has happened.
And more often than not these incidents remain only in the mind of the people involved in it. The child remembers it with fear and anger, the perpetrator of the crime remembers it as his/her pleasures.
Most of these incidents happen in the family, leaving the child with no option but to keep quiet, but what they don't realise is that by speaking up they not only save themselves, but other future victims from the hands of this insane human.
I still don't understand what pleasure does one get by molesting a year old kid or or for that matter a 8-9 year old child.
I hope and pray that no one, absolutely NO ONE goes through this mental trauma.
Monday, March 9, 2009
the watch
A trip back to my home in Aligarh brought back lots of childhood memories. Memories of running around in the verandah or fixing a swing on a tree, or hiding a puppy outside in the garden from the elders, only to find it missing in 15 mins. Ahh..such childhood memories, time really flies!
Wish i could have enjoyed just a little bit more! But as they say, its never really enough!
Now the garden in the house is missing, replaced by a towering building, no neem tree...and no more swings.
The only chatter that remains in the house are of my two little cousins (who are not so little anymore!)... no more shouts of my dada for his routine food/chai/water etc etc.
I was never really close to my dada, met him occasionally, nevertheless, his loss has been scarier to me than i thought it would have been. His death was inevitable, something that was becoming too obvious, with his falling health et al. But the realisation that the next generation after him would be my parents generation is all the more scarier.
I wish i had the chance to spend more time with him, share more laughs with him.
I don't remember my dadi, she passed away too soon and too fast.
Yes, we got pampered a lot by her, but the memories have faded away..
i read this somewhere... "Someone can walk into your life
and it is not until after they walk out
that you realize that they were even there"
So very true...
Life becomes so..so..empty without their blessings on us.
I got my dada's watch as a memorabilia..to remind me always what i have lost in life and what i still stand to gain, by being with the people close to me...cz one never really knows!
Wish i could have enjoyed just a little bit more! But as they say, its never really enough!
Now the garden in the house is missing, replaced by a towering building, no neem tree...and no more swings.
The only chatter that remains in the house are of my two little cousins (who are not so little anymore!)... no more shouts of my dada for his routine food/chai/water etc etc.
I was never really close to my dada, met him occasionally, nevertheless, his loss has been scarier to me than i thought it would have been. His death was inevitable, something that was becoming too obvious, with his falling health et al. But the realisation that the next generation after him would be my parents generation is all the more scarier.
I wish i had the chance to spend more time with him, share more laughs with him.
I don't remember my dadi, she passed away too soon and too fast.
Yes, we got pampered a lot by her, but the memories have faded away..
i read this somewhere... "Someone can walk into your life
and it is not until after they walk out
that you realize that they were even there"
So very true...
Life becomes so..so..empty without their blessings on us.
I got my dada's watch as a memorabilia..to remind me always what i have lost in life and what i still stand to gain, by being with the people close to me...cz one never really knows!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Grow up people!
Its been some time since the shocking events in Mangalore, but thankfully the memories of such a dreadful event are still not erased and they shouldn't be, atleast till the time these so-called protectors of Indian Culture are brought to books. But i don't see this happening in the near future. The fact that these hooligans were out on bail barely days after the horrific incident shows that no matter how much we shout, how much we protest, it will fall on deaf ears. The most sickening part was the manner in which these hooligans were justifying their acts.
I wonder why the Government has not yet banned the 'Ram Sena'. These acts are just not acceptable.
Our society is still very much a male-chauvinist society. Men can go to pubs, drink, roam with women, but not women. If they do anything of these sorts, they are termed as loose or immoral. I wonder when will these people grow up!
Kudos to the Pink Chaddi Campaign. We should have more of these.
I wonder why the Government has not yet banned the 'Ram Sena'. These acts are just not acceptable.
Our society is still very much a male-chauvinist society. Men can go to pubs, drink, roam with women, but not women. If they do anything of these sorts, they are termed as loose or immoral. I wonder when will these people grow up!
Kudos to the Pink Chaddi Campaign. We should have more of these.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
life
i am soon going to be a lawyer..whoa! feels scary..i will soon enter into THE BIG BAD WORLD..i wish i could decide, be clear and be strong.
i wish to defend human rights, women's rights, Muslim people's plight,children's rights, right for a safe and pollution free enviornment but that would require me to be in a position where people will sit up and take notice.
i wonder when will that be. i could start by today, but various things and apprehensions stop me. i am unprepared to take a risk, to venture out alone.
once i do that, my dreams will become a reality.
i wish to defend human rights, women's rights, Muslim people's plight,children's rights, right for a safe and pollution free enviornment but that would require me to be in a position where people will sit up and take notice.
i wonder when will that be. i could start by today, but various things and apprehensions stop me. i am unprepared to take a risk, to venture out alone.
once i do that, my dreams will become a reality.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
On Amitabh Bachchan's Blog..
In the world of life and struggle, I wobble through the rivers of disdain and unwanted cynicism..
Of hatred and jealousy and malice and deliberate abuse..
I swim across to the banks where there are none. The sand below my feet is soft at touch but torturous and rapidly thinning.
The harsh rocks of deliberation and deceit lacerate a body that has known no injury.
I am consumed. I breathe with bated breath. I am still and voluminous and inert…
I am simply me in disguise and paint..
Music is supreme.. Loud and lyrical..
I am in life.. I am me..
Of hatred and jealousy and malice and deliberate abuse..
I swim across to the banks where there are none. The sand below my feet is soft at touch but torturous and rapidly thinning.
The harsh rocks of deliberation and deceit lacerate a body that has known no injury.
I am consumed. I breathe with bated breath. I am still and voluminous and inert…
I am simply me in disguise and paint..
Music is supreme.. Loud and lyrical..
I am in life.. I am me..
ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!
Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983.
From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:
“Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease”?
To this Arthur Ashe replied:
“The world over — 50 million children start playing tennis,
5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis,
50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam,
50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals,
When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD ‘Why me?’.
And today in pain I should not be asking GOD ‘Why me?’ “
“Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, but only Faith &
Attitude keeps you going…
From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:
“Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease”?
To this Arthur Ashe replied:
“The world over — 50 million children start playing tennis,
5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis,
50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam,
50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals,
When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD ‘Why me?’.
And today in pain I should not be asking GOD ‘Why me?’ “
“Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, but only Faith &
Attitude keeps you going…
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Before Sunrise
Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me? Don't you know me by now?
A Street poet in Before Sunrise
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me? Don't you know me by now?
A Street poet in Before Sunrise
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
blaahh
wish i could also have an endless conversation with a stranger..which could go on an on and on...without any apprehensions, without any tensions and without any conscience...
i wonder when will i start 'living'...
life seems such a drag...want to have a free life, want to travel...far far away to some unknown land, amidst strangers...wear whatever i want to, sit the way i want to and for once not care about what the other person thinks...
wonder if thats ever possible
i wonder when will i start 'living'...
life seems such a drag...want to have a free life, want to travel...far far away to some unknown land, amidst strangers...wear whatever i want to, sit the way i want to and for once not care about what the other person thinks...
wonder if thats ever possible
Saturday, August 23, 2008
weird things
Somethings are just too weird….i realized today that we spend more time with our electronic gadgets rather than our family. We are ready to spend more than half of the day sitting in front of a computer, chatting, smsing, talking on the phone, or just playing games on a computer. Can you imagine we like spending time with these non-living things, these mechanical things which have no feelings or emotions whatsoever. And we prefer these over our friends and families. Life would have been so much better without then na! Well u no it is ironical, I actually cannot survive without my cell-phone or without my laptop, but I have started hating my dependency on them..
I guess we should all learn to draw a line somewhere. Stop using them for a while and learn to live sometime without them, which perhaps will be the most difficult thing for freaks like us.
Sometime back, all my cousins had gathered together after quite a long time. I was excited to be with them again and have our usual fights. Teasing sessions, troubling sessions and the likes, but what made me sad was that when I went in the room to greet them, I encountered a stony silence and all four of them sitting in front of their respective computers/laptops and busy in their chatting sessions or their gaming sessions. Such is life…imagine four young boys who wouldn’t stop chattering, don’t have a word to say to each other now!
I wonder what kind of lives my children will lead!! Kind of scary….
I guess we should all learn to draw a line somewhere. Stop using them for a while and learn to live sometime without them, which perhaps will be the most difficult thing for freaks like us.
Sometime back, all my cousins had gathered together after quite a long time. I was excited to be with them again and have our usual fights. Teasing sessions, troubling sessions and the likes, but what made me sad was that when I went in the room to greet them, I encountered a stony silence and all four of them sitting in front of their respective computers/laptops and busy in their chatting sessions or their gaming sessions. Such is life…imagine four young boys who wouldn’t stop chattering, don’t have a word to say to each other now!
I wonder what kind of lives my children will lead!! Kind of scary….
Thursday, July 31, 2008
LIFE
life gives you a thousand reasons to smile and a thousand more to cry...one important phase of life ends and brings with it few tears, some fond memories and some treasured moments...to be remembered forever...
it also brings with itself, apprehensions, nervousness, excitement and fear...fear of trodding down an unknown path, fear of coming across strangers, new people, fear of leaving the comfort zone...and venturing into unfamiliar territory...
every change is apprehended, questioned, doubted amd frowned upon...even if its for the better...
i remember leaving Suri & Co. with so much uncertainity and fear...with my mind full of scary thoughts....apprehensions....and wondering what was in store for me......
but that was a very wonderful change...loved every minute spent there :)
maybe most of the changes that happen are for the best :)
it also brings with itself, apprehensions, nervousness, excitement and fear...fear of trodding down an unknown path, fear of coming across strangers, new people, fear of leaving the comfort zone...and venturing into unfamiliar territory...
every change is apprehended, questioned, doubted amd frowned upon...even if its for the better...
i remember leaving Suri & Co. with so much uncertainity and fear...with my mind full of scary thoughts....apprehensions....and wondering what was in store for me......
but that was a very wonderful change...loved every minute spent there :)
maybe most of the changes that happen are for the best :)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Everyday, i come to office, stare at the computer screen and watch, play, research, chat or simply and idiotically browse the net...see others pictures or mine. And everynight i sleep, i do not feel discontent, i wonder how and why. I wonder whether i have gotten into the habit of simply lazing around doing nothing. Its not funny! Everyday i decide i have to do something meaningful, finish one task, but i return back home everyday, with zero knowledge and full wastage of time. Is this the reason why i love coming to this office? Because i get appreciation for work without much effort, or the fact that i get ti sit with people who are interesting and funny! But where does that leave my personal growth? Right there on the backseat, sitting happily behind everything else, even those which are irrelevant.
Perhaps its time i grew up.
Perhaps its time i grew up.
Monday, July 14, 2008
ironies of life
me, mom and dad have been counting the ironies of life lately, and maybe we have started noticing them just now, but they seem to spring out from everywhere!
Mom told me that when she was young, she never came across any ironies, probably because she never got any two extreme situations to compare..
Dad is shifting to Mumbai very soon...look at the irony, we'l be here in Delhi and he'll be there...n now when he'l get free early, n come back home at 6, he'll just have the walls to talk to...weird isn't it..
when finally we got a new car..there isn't anyone to drive it...
when the age is for mom to sit back and relax, she'll be hunting for a new job in b'bay...
it seems that i have forgotten the ironies of life that i silently counted in my head....will be back for the rest...
Mom told me that when she was young, she never came across any ironies, probably because she never got any two extreme situations to compare..
Dad is shifting to Mumbai very soon...look at the irony, we'l be here in Delhi and he'll be there...n now when he'l get free early, n come back home at 6, he'll just have the walls to talk to...weird isn't it..
when finally we got a new car..there isn't anyone to drive it...
when the age is for mom to sit back and relax, she'll be hunting for a new job in b'bay...
it seems that i have forgotten the ironies of life that i silently counted in my head....will be back for the rest...
Sunday, June 29, 2008
babies part 2
THESE PICTURES ARE COURTESY SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN KIND ENOUGH TO SHARE THESE WONDERFUL PICTURES WITH THE WORLD ON VARIOUS SITE, APOLOGIES FOR NOT GIVING DUE CREDIT TO THEM, BUT HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO FIND THE ORIGINAL PICTURE TAKERS.
some more of them!
some more of them!
yipeee!
yaaahhoooooo!!!
M the new editor-in-chief....
m sooo happy....
it feels as if things are now falling in place...
i deserve this! i shall treat myself for this...
i wonder what should i do....
ummm......
M the new editor-in-chief....
m sooo happy....
it feels as if things are now falling in place...
i deserve this! i shall treat myself for this...
i wonder what should i do....
ummm......
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