I have given my way to my mental attic where I had stored all episodes of my growing up. Every episode spent at home, is a parcel of days to be remembered…
Climbing up stairs and slamming the door after coming back from school. Throwing your schoolbag on the study table and then switching on the TV set which emitted noises that would frazzle your nerves. Then the complacent sigh the moment food was served. The bathroom dense with talcum smog. The dancing in front of the mirror where every limb was tested. The strolling in my big veranda and enjoying the bliss of solitude. How a demure little creature would gain all strength in the world to fight with her little sibling . Those long hours where one would chat like a granny with your mom .
Then time plays its game wherein the stubborn child transforms into a thriving teenager and then to an impeccably groomed and dignified young woman (with exaggeration at its best) in a climate of perpetual wonder.
Yes its strange for this very house is now a place to spend my vacations. And look six months down the lane I’ll be through with my engineering degree and god knows how frequent will I visit this little paradise of mine. Its heartening to realize that four to five years more of work experience and higher studies…then the inevitable wedlock and then your inhibitions of a daughter melt you further.
All the pampering, all your pranks and plays vanish like water into the sand. The walls of my bathroom still not deafened by my melodious tunes , the clothes, the books, the paintings, the music playing, the lights on will be cleared away…..
From now on every homecoming will be cherishable experience as life takes on brighter colors.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Bihari or Beharry
NO this isn’t in retaliation to the brewing rivalry of north Indians vs. Marathi’s .Thanks to media enough light has been thrown on it. Its just a medium to voice those pent up feelings which practically every bihari has to go through when out of the boundaries of bihar.
The “Bihari” tag encompasses all crudeness with itself, a cult incapable of showing poise, glamour, having proper diction, devoid of good education. Bihari’s for no reason have been considered the black sheep of the nation .whenever you step out of bihar, the waves of this expanding paradox take real time to die down.
I and many of my friends have had this experience that the moment you reveal that you are a bihari there this complete aura of awe and amazement and with a little grin you are confronted with statements like
“you don’t look like a bihari”
“you don’t speak like a bihari”
These statements would compel you to believe that you were a hybrid variety of bihari or so to speak a bihari turned mod and your eloquence of speech would never make any Tom ,Dick but Beharry.
When questions like
“how have you managed to grow up in a place like bihar where people move around with guns and rifles?”
These fads practically dumbstruck you . And than you think for how long will have to live up with this mistaken identity.I would not undermine the fact that there have indeed been quite a many problems and issues with bihar but the stereotyped image of a bihari should be shrugged off.
Its not the region but your personal attributes which makes you stand out in the crowd…..
“kyoun bujhaieel ki naa”
The “Bihari” tag encompasses all crudeness with itself, a cult incapable of showing poise, glamour, having proper diction, devoid of good education. Bihari’s for no reason have been considered the black sheep of the nation .whenever you step out of bihar, the waves of this expanding paradox take real time to die down.
I and many of my friends have had this experience that the moment you reveal that you are a bihari there this complete aura of awe and amazement and with a little grin you are confronted with statements like
“you don’t look like a bihari”
“you don’t speak like a bihari”
These statements would compel you to believe that you were a hybrid variety of bihari or so to speak a bihari turned mod and your eloquence of speech would never make any Tom ,Dick but Beharry.
When questions like
“how have you managed to grow up in a place like bihar where people move around with guns and rifles?”
These fads practically dumbstruck you . And than you think for how long will have to live up with this mistaken identity.I would not undermine the fact that there have indeed been quite a many problems and issues with bihar but the stereotyped image of a bihari should be shrugged off.
Its not the region but your personal attributes which makes you stand out in the crowd…..
“kyoun bujhaieel ki naa”
Thank you
“it’s only words and words all I have to take your heart away”…how true ,sometimes little words said with courtesy and politeness could mean greater than the greatest of gifts. Thank you is just another ornament of speech which makes life smoother and soother.
It was just yesterday that I was in a rickshaw and it happened accidentally that while giving the rickshaw puller his fare I said by chance “thank you”. But to my surprise those two magical words transformed his days tiredness into happiness just because he was made to feel special . I still cannot forget his face…his eyes were gleaming with joy.
Its strange that we have so willingly shredded every thread of sensitivity that we barely realize the help offered to us .We take everything for granted and shrug off our responsibility to extend our heartfelt gratitude towards those people who make our life so beautiful…
POINT TO PONDER AND REFLECT.
It was just yesterday that I was in a rickshaw and it happened accidentally that while giving the rickshaw puller his fare I said by chance “thank you”. But to my surprise those two magical words transformed his days tiredness into happiness just because he was made to feel special . I still cannot forget his face…his eyes were gleaming with joy.
Its strange that we have so willingly shredded every thread of sensitivity that we barely realize the help offered to us .We take everything for granted and shrug off our responsibility to extend our heartfelt gratitude towards those people who make our life so beautiful…
POINT TO PONDER AND REFLECT.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Boredom's doldrum
“Nothing’s happening dude, the same routine life”. This is a common sentence oft heard when confronted with the question ”Hey Was sup?”
Boredom’s doldrums are one of lives most unavoidable hurdle. For instance pangs of irritation at the start of a long journey, a heavy traffic jam and you are unnerved by being stuck in the crowd for hours, long vacations and there is practically nothing to entertain your soul, sick and tired of your daily chores and so much occupied with day to day responsibilities that life’s charm seem to escape in to thin air.
“How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished” was the line which struck my attention while I was reading an article which dealt with life is to strive , to seek and find .But Hello! Lets be practical life is not just about hard core ideologies.
Boredom is a very required pause, a lull, a state of slowing down, a speed breaker in our fast paced lives. It is that restlessness which infuses a spirit to rethink , to overhaul your routine life. It gives you the impetus to know yourself further and compels you to something new. It’s surprising that this dullness leads to a life of action. Sometimes even if you’ve done something many time you enjoy it doing again because at the corner of your heart you know, ”this is it, if you are not enjoying all your efforts will be futile”.
Sometimes as an outcome of boredom you unravel your latent passions which were subdued because of your preoccupied life. You create a hobby or develop interests. You might even go for a complete makeover and revamp you dressing and be surprised with the compliments pouring.
Boredom is that state of nothingness or stagnation which has inherent seeds of discovery . A time to ponder “Hey do I need some change in here? ”
Anyone complaining of being bored. :-) :-)
Boredom’s doldrums are one of lives most unavoidable hurdle. For instance pangs of irritation at the start of a long journey, a heavy traffic jam and you are unnerved by being stuck in the crowd for hours, long vacations and there is practically nothing to entertain your soul, sick and tired of your daily chores and so much occupied with day to day responsibilities that life’s charm seem to escape in to thin air.
“How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished” was the line which struck my attention while I was reading an article which dealt with life is to strive , to seek and find .But Hello! Lets be practical life is not just about hard core ideologies.
Boredom is a very required pause, a lull, a state of slowing down, a speed breaker in our fast paced lives. It is that restlessness which infuses a spirit to rethink , to overhaul your routine life. It gives you the impetus to know yourself further and compels you to something new. It’s surprising that this dullness leads to a life of action. Sometimes even if you’ve done something many time you enjoy it doing again because at the corner of your heart you know, ”this is it, if you are not enjoying all your efforts will be futile”.
Sometimes as an outcome of boredom you unravel your latent passions which were subdued because of your preoccupied life. You create a hobby or develop interests. You might even go for a complete makeover and revamp you dressing and be surprised with the compliments pouring.
Boredom is that state of nothingness or stagnation which has inherent seeds of discovery . A time to ponder “Hey do I need some change in here? ”
Anyone complaining of being bored. :-) :-)
Dasvidaniya...the best goodbye ever
Full stop…The End…..these words may sound quite absurd to be the beginning but just exercise your reflexes and think what will happen if your life ends in just a few moments…
SHOCKED, PETRIFIED, DEPRESSED,SATISFIED ?
The last word “satisfied” might bewilder you .How on earth could anyone be satisfied if life would end so suddenly. Well, its not a piece of fiction , none of us are born with the guarantee period or with the confirmation that when our life is going to end. This exposes ourselves to the deeper truth that you never know what may happen next ,so live each moment as if there is no tomorrow.
Today I notice in my surroundings practically everyone is marooned by life.
Someone,
Thirsty of recognition,
Someone,
Hungry for affection,
Someone
Waiting for love to be back in their lives
Someone
Wanting luck to take away their strife
But why should anyone waste one’s effort in lamenting over the dead past or worrying over the brighter future. Just move on with the best of spirits. For in this life everything is temporary, nothing stagnates. So paint the picture of your life with the shades you like because-
The rush of hurrying throng
The hooting of a speeding car horn
The complexity of relationship
The burden of business partnerships
The struggle to be the best
The agony to forget the rest
Amidst all this lurks a soul behind
That the world as an individual could never find
So to put it a in a nutshell ..I wont say to keep fighting rather keep living each moment, enjoying it as (in the words of Keats)-
An endless fountain of immortal drink
Pouring onto us from the heavens brink
Nonetheless you could any point most honestly say-Dasvidaniya the best goodbye ever.
SHOCKED, PETRIFIED, DEPRESSED,SATISFIED ?
The last word “satisfied” might bewilder you .How on earth could anyone be satisfied if life would end so suddenly. Well, its not a piece of fiction , none of us are born with the guarantee period or with the confirmation that when our life is going to end. This exposes ourselves to the deeper truth that you never know what may happen next ,so live each moment as if there is no tomorrow.
Today I notice in my surroundings practically everyone is marooned by life.
Someone,
Thirsty of recognition,
Someone,
Hungry for affection,
Someone
Waiting for love to be back in their lives
Someone
Wanting luck to take away their strife
But why should anyone waste one’s effort in lamenting over the dead past or worrying over the brighter future. Just move on with the best of spirits. For in this life everything is temporary, nothing stagnates. So paint the picture of your life with the shades you like because-
The rush of hurrying throng
The hooting of a speeding car horn
The complexity of relationship
The burden of business partnerships
The struggle to be the best
The agony to forget the rest
Amidst all this lurks a soul behind
That the world as an individual could never find
So to put it a in a nutshell ..I wont say to keep fighting rather keep living each moment, enjoying it as (in the words of Keats)-
An endless fountain of immortal drink
Pouring onto us from the heavens brink
Nonetheless you could any point most honestly say-Dasvidaniya the best goodbye ever.
Diwali 2008
Kartik amaavasya’s dark still night and an eerie pitched in silence, waiting for the dawn to come & then thousands of kindled hearts unanimously light up diyas to banish all the darkness & sorrow.
Yes, this is the essence of deepawali, that is to lead from darkness to light, to celebrate the fact that goodness presides over evil.
This year too diwali was celebrated with its full grandeur but I feel somewhere it was just a satire as the light merely seem to camouflage the dark present scenario.
Truly, this year has been one eventful year with the sensex tumbling down, the entire country rocked by serial blasts and diwali time being the climax.
Under a thin veneer of light of this festivity, we were exposed to the gruesome degradation of human values.
The Maharashtra episode of death of two north Indians questions the very integrity of our country, the serial blasts in Assam where hundreds of innocent lives were devastated and the unveiling of Sadhvi Pragya being the mastermind of Malegaon blast puts a question mark on humanity which is at its ebb.
It is for all of us to realize that let not any festival be a mere ritual, a mechanical routine wherein you are celebrating just for the hec of it.
We have to realize that there is no north Indian or Marathi, there is no Muslim terrorism or Hindu terrorism, there is no caste or creed it’s the thinking that makes the difference.
So as sensible individuals its mandatory to realize that this thought process which categorizes you on the basis of region, religion , wealth is wrong. T
Thus this diwali I would like to give the message-
“ aakrosh me mat aa jao tum itna
ki insaaniyat ka dum nikal jae
nafrat ko dur karo tum itna
ki fir se hum ek ho jae”
(don’t have anger to that degree that humanity loses its essence and banish all enmity so that once again we become one).
Yes, this is the essence of deepawali, that is to lead from darkness to light, to celebrate the fact that goodness presides over evil.
This year too diwali was celebrated with its full grandeur but I feel somewhere it was just a satire as the light merely seem to camouflage the dark present scenario.
Truly, this year has been one eventful year with the sensex tumbling down, the entire country rocked by serial blasts and diwali time being the climax.
Under a thin veneer of light of this festivity, we were exposed to the gruesome degradation of human values.
The Maharashtra episode of death of two north Indians questions the very integrity of our country, the serial blasts in Assam where hundreds of innocent lives were devastated and the unveiling of Sadhvi Pragya being the mastermind of Malegaon blast puts a question mark on humanity which is at its ebb.
It is for all of us to realize that let not any festival be a mere ritual, a mechanical routine wherein you are celebrating just for the hec of it.
We have to realize that there is no north Indian or Marathi, there is no Muslim terrorism or Hindu terrorism, there is no caste or creed it’s the thinking that makes the difference.
So as sensible individuals its mandatory to realize that this thought process which categorizes you on the basis of region, religion , wealth is wrong. T
Thus this diwali I would like to give the message-
“ aakrosh me mat aa jao tum itna
ki insaaniyat ka dum nikal jae
nafrat ko dur karo tum itna
ki fir se hum ek ho jae”
(don’t have anger to that degree that humanity loses its essence and banish all enmity so that once again we become one).
Inheritance of Loss
“ but what am I
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry”
Perhaps these few lines very well encapsulates the plight of millions of orphans in the world. In an age where good parenting is not just about nurturing your child with care and affection rather suffice the new age demands right from best of education ,exclusive clothing, art classes, music classes ,cell phones, ipods and list would never seem to end ; I witnessed another world, the world of orphans.
On the occasion of rakshabandhan I had the opportunity to visit an orphanage. Little toddlers who couldn’t even speak their name were left all alone in the hostile world. I was astounded to see the performance of some kids who danced like professionals without any training or exposure. Half the day they would do carpentry or stitching and the other half they would study. To think of it , adversity had taught them so much ,to work for their survival, to take on the responsibility of their life at a tender age .All of them had big dreams to become doctors, pilots ,actors and you know the crude reality that barely anyone will be able to realize their dreams because of lack of proper education.
These children were still better off than those abandoned on the streets, railway stations, dustbins exposed to brutalities that is even hard to imagine.
But why?
Why is there such a startling difference in this world?
I am but a small voice
I have but a small dream
But oh the tears in my eyes
My visions blur
I am an orphan
My dreams shattered.
Perhaps its high time for all of us to realize that for every time we shouted at our parents, there was a child wanting to be loved. for every time we showed our tantrums , there was a child wanting to be hugged. For every time we demanded for more , there was a child all alone
“full many a gem of purest ray serene
the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on desert air.”
Its sheer destiny that there are millions who have this inheritance of loss and its sheer irony that there are many who have got everything in this world but never had the perseverance nor the dedication to do something worthwhile in life..
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry”
Perhaps these few lines very well encapsulates the plight of millions of orphans in the world. In an age where good parenting is not just about nurturing your child with care and affection rather suffice the new age demands right from best of education ,exclusive clothing, art classes, music classes ,cell phones, ipods and list would never seem to end ; I witnessed another world, the world of orphans.
On the occasion of rakshabandhan I had the opportunity to visit an orphanage. Little toddlers who couldn’t even speak their name were left all alone in the hostile world. I was astounded to see the performance of some kids who danced like professionals without any training or exposure. Half the day they would do carpentry or stitching and the other half they would study. To think of it , adversity had taught them so much ,to work for their survival, to take on the responsibility of their life at a tender age .All of them had big dreams to become doctors, pilots ,actors and you know the crude reality that barely anyone will be able to realize their dreams because of lack of proper education.
These children were still better off than those abandoned on the streets, railway stations, dustbins exposed to brutalities that is even hard to imagine.
But why?
Why is there such a startling difference in this world?
I am but a small voice
I have but a small dream
But oh the tears in my eyes
My visions blur
I am an orphan
My dreams shattered.
Perhaps its high time for all of us to realize that for every time we shouted at our parents, there was a child wanting to be loved. for every time we showed our tantrums , there was a child wanting to be hugged. For every time we demanded for more , there was a child all alone
“full many a gem of purest ray serene
the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on desert air.”
Its sheer destiny that there are millions who have this inheritance of loss and its sheer irony that there are many who have got everything in this world but never had the perseverance nor the dedication to do something worthwhile in life..
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