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Existence Of Failure.

2013-07-14T10:20:00.000-07:00

How many of you have failed till date? Ever felt bad that why it had to be you who had to go through the pain of failure? Yes I have failed enough number of times to remember actually every precise experiences. At the 1^st time it’s a pain to see your friends move on ahead and you left behind. Time passes by and you act like it’s a matter of the past, but the truth remains that the pain of failure never ever leaves your mind.

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”

― Winston Churchill

I have failed a lot in life, in my studies, in love life and so on, but still every time I fail again it seems to be a new feeling altogether. Experiences make a man, but learning from life is what holds more importance. Remember what was the reason you had to get into that phase. Recollect the past along with the present it holds. Adjust yourself so as to understand how not to repeat the mistakes again. Failure should lead you forward to make new path. The examples of various eminent personalities talk for themselves, by showing you how failure has leaded them to be the most successful.

When I started of as a blogger, neither was I successful on the go but with time and my experiences in the field I am growing and learning new. Life is adjusting yourself to the changes it brings to your life. Such little adjustments lets you grow to the position you can believe in yourself. Even as a kid, you fall innumerable times before you can actually walk. But did that hold you back from running with time. You grew experienced and learnt from your mistake; what was going wrong and tried to rectify it on the way to progress. Some failures are turning point for the person’s progress, while some holds to be the just the little building blocks to the cross the hurdle that stands ahead.

Failure is not a thing that happens only to you, it also happens with others in their daily life. But now there is a little learning from that around you. Just like you should remember your mistakes and work on it so as to not repeat it and progress. Likewise remembering and understanding the mistakes performed by people around you is an also vital. Because at times the solutions to your problems maybe residing within their mistakes. Not necessary that you get to learn something new from it always, but lending a helping hand to the person who has done something wrong helps you to bond better. Existence of failure is very vital for the person who experiences it and the people around him viewing it. No man in this world can stand his ground by saying he has never faced failure. If he says so, then it should mean he lies a lot or as a matter just hasn’t tried anything new.

“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.”

― Maya Angelou

“Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.”

― Robert F. Kennedy

Indian Call Center (True Story)

2012-10-26T02:27:00.003-07:00

A video that shows how funny outsourcing of work can be with regards to customer care support. Have a hearty laugh and share along...................

“”FACEBOOKIANS“”

2012-10-17T09:38:00.000-07:00

Facebook has now started to be a formal and informal part of one’s life. It starts with one getting up in the morning, to occasional breaks at college or work, to dinner and finally with a goodnight. How many notifications have I got? How many messages have people sent me? Are there more likes on my picture than my “FRIENDS” display picture? Oh My God!! My crush just commented on my picture. You may be thinking how rightly it has been pointed out by me. But there are also a set of people also who are not so addictive about the social networking; those set of people are the one’s who don’t have an internet connection at their home to log on or work on. Anyways not talking about the non facebookians there are like non residential citizens. LOL.

A place where you can find all type of stereotypes is “facebook”. Ranging from racism to gender castism all you find under one shadow of “Facebook”.

Ok let’s put up an example: You put a status. If you a girl, just for putting a stupid “HI!” there would be hordes of guys and girls flocking on your status replying and liking it. On the contrary, if you belong to the opposite sex then man; I must say you are going to get neglected forever and the private messages will start about how stupid your statuses are and how jobless you are. There are a certain few of my friends who just remain offline; like a tiger waiting for its prey. Just for the right moment to come online and pounce on any new gal entering the network with a nice display picture. Its fun to notice at times that, they end up hitting on some random crackpot guy created a fake profile of a girl only to serve such stupid people. Adding on, I would certainly love to show the person who says girls are not given value and respect, the magic that happens on facebook. Here it all seems to be a girl’s thing….

Anyways that’s just one side that I have spoken about; let’s see it in a broader outlook. Facebook has turned out to be second home for people. Some have truly lost the meaning of their lives due to social networking aspect. Adding up relatives on your family tree and some blocking them from their friend list. So that their family don’t know what they up to. What sense does it make for you to bock them or add them, if in reality can’t accept them in your life. Some do it just because there friends are doing the same. Let me tell you, friends should be on your virtual network but always keep your family a part of your real network. Facebook is just a page on the internet not a real life or world to be trusted.

I had once put up a status with regards to love. Spontaneously, I was bombarded with personal messages and comment asking for whom the update was or why did I put it up and so on. I don’t get it; I just felt a few words passing in my mind and I uploaded it on the social network inconsiderate of how will people react to it. But then, this shows how much people have become dependent on the network trusting anything they see on the network, they assume it to be true in life. I ridicule and laugh at such narrow minded people, just because these people have peanut sized brains, they trust anything. Seriously!!

But one thing is certain; people have proved out their talent in the field of photography. Every now whenever people take a photograph, they think of Facebook first and then whether the photo would be a good one or not. Most of the online photo editing software have seen a rise in downloads or being used. So all application developers, let me tell you a little secret; if you want to or not getting any idea what software will people use the most then here it is. Create a photograph editing tool. And see your name grow with time, but don’t forget the regular updates for the same. Even if the update doesn’t make a big difference, just the change in the application version number is enough to make people happy. Anyways I have to say that finally people are trying hard with photography and I have been able to notice some really great snaps. And this good in a way because with time and experience people have been able to enhance their hobby and some have got an objective in life and a certain few lucky bunch get reputed for the same. So kudos to it.

“”FACEBOOKIANS””

Oh yeah facebookians!!! is just a new named coined by me. It sounds cool also so it should be fun using it at regular intervals. Privacy is a matter of utmost importance, when we talk about social networks. Randomly adding people would be fun with respect to building up your friend list, but then it can have a side effect also like the so called new “FRIEND” of yours has easy access to all your online information and downloading it is also not a big deal. I remember back then during the time of “orkutting” {orkut was a social network portal hosted by google before the rise of facebook} people always lived in a frenzy, that if we upload any of our pictures then people may make pornography of it by morphing our images. Currently people are not scared of it when they ought to see everyday image updates of celebrity being morphed and uploaded on the network. They like it and share it. Never might have it ever crossed their minds, that the same can happen to them if needed. So when you update your personal pictures try editing it a bit, so as not to be modified later by a third entity. And “ADD” only the certain bunch of few people, whom you have personally met at least once.

The bridge between the worlds has become smaller due to facebook. People chat across the world and share thoughts, fall in love, do weird stuffs that I needed not point out and the most important they communicate. I personally have a friend in Mexico; with whom I chat with almost daily. We talk about what’s new in each others place and life. Its good way to understand the world on a large scale and even if you can’t travel to those places you have good description about it. Provided you have a right friend to trust on.

“Pokes” have yet been a thing I love to do the most. It’s like a competition you have set up to prove, who is fast and how much stamina and patience you have. But in reality it’s just a tool to show that, you were online and though we don’t chat, I like to be in contact with you virtually poking you. Maybe with time facebook will organize a worldwide poking festival for all serial pokers.

Anyways I can talk a lot more so on, but then that’s all for my post on facebookians. If I have missed on anything do comment on it; I will certainly write it up in my next post.

MY Story…………

2012-09-30T09:01:00.000-07:00

My first step in Mumbai. Standing at the CST station, with total strangers all around, bustling and pushing each other. Is there any familiar face around me to help me, direct me to my destination? Oh! Sorry I didn’t introduce myself. I am Vivek.

Vivek Rathod.

Let me tell you about myself. I completed my BCA i.e. Bachelors in Computer Application from Pune university. Dropped down to Mumbai to complete my MCA i.e. Masters in Computer Application. That’s a jist about me and more I will tell you as soon as the time and need comes. OH! My brother is here to take me home. My temporary residence for the time, till I can find a permanent stay in town for the next 3 years of my MCA.

First day in college. Wearing formals for the first time in life. I am looking like a douche bag seriously. I hate it. Why are people staring at me? Am I looking so weird? Is he laughing at me? Leave it. My seniors directed to the auditorium for the induction ceremony.

Seated amongst first year students, so called classmates. Guessing whom should I make my friends and whom my enemies so that I don’t get bashed up badly. LOL. I am searching for a pretty face, a cute and sweet girl, if possible in order to forget my past fucking bitch. Now I know as most of my current friends you must be curious to know about my past; but sorry as I kept my foot on the ground of Mumbai, I pledged to drop my past into the past.

The induction started as thought with boring sessions by the faculty and the college head and chairperson. Phewwwwwwww. What boring to expect more now. Drowsy I fall off to sleep only to hear my name being called out. Who is it?? Why am I being called?? Did the chairperson see me sleeping?? Great what more to expect to gain attention on the first day. Turned out of sleep I look around the room. Its devoid of all the faculty and its just the seniors.

Got it! Time to get ragged; as seen in movies. I am asked to put on a body show and thanks to being of the size 0 category I didn’t find much trouble showing off my body unlike some of my fellow fat classmates trying to protect their skin show and honor on the 1^st day getting raped. All of them had a hearty laughter but I noticed someone, a sweet smile like something I dream off. A perfect face someone couldn’t forget if seen once. Like people say butterflies are flying in my stomach and the first time I felt it now. WEIRD.

I am happy I am being noticed. Thank you! Seniors. Thanks a lot half of my work is done….

Water -- An element of life

2012-08-02T06:17:00.000-07:00

“Water is life’s matter and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water.”

No saying could be truer; water is indeed the source of our life. In fact, it represents life itself. Be it drinking, washing, gardening, bathing, generating electricity, farming or any other activity; we simply can’t do without water. It wouldn’t be exaggerating if we say that next to oxygen, water is the most important of all our needs. Without water, life as we know it would cease to be.

Nothing in the world is more flexible and yielding than water. From the fluffiness of snow to the tumultuous fury of the sea in a storm, from the hard feel of hail to the soft feel of raindrops, from a gurgling brook to a torrid river; water has an uncanny way of finding its way into our lives. It can be calm and peaceful as on a mountain lake or violent as on the high seas. Water just like us human beings has its moods and emotions.

Water, especially the ocean is like a treasure chest. It holds within its depts. Mysteries, wonders and creatures, plants and minerals that man cannot survive without. Have you ever realized that the ocean is the home of water? All water on earth is off on a journey. It makes way through woods, fields, mountains and the streets. It explores the earth and fills it with life and beauty. And then when it’s homesick, it finds its way back to its home – the ocean.

Nothing on earth can be hidden from water. It sucks out its inner most secrets and puts it on display for us to see. Be it the wilderness and greenery that we see in the rains, or the ugliness and destruction of our lives that is revealed during a flood or a cyclone. Nothing is concealed from water. It’s a magic thing……… a moving, living part of earth and us.

Sadly, just because there is so much of it around us, none of us think twice before wasting it. Salt water from the ocean maybe plenty, but we can’t drink it. This is why we need to try our best to save water; especially fresh, drinking water. And it isn’t too tough either. Simple things like not leaving the tap running while brushing your teeth or washing your face can help. Try and use a bucket instead of a shower as often as possible. In the same way, while watering your plants or cleaning your car don use a hose pipe. A bucket and tumbler will not just do the job; it will save a whole lot of water to.

See? Saving a resource as precious as water isn’t all hard! All you need is the desire and will to try. So learn more about water conservation….. And tell your family and friends about it also.

A little raindrop……………..

2012-07-24T10:08:00.000-07:00

Busy street. Cars honking. Trees growing dry. Buildings stands tall. A dry scorching wind blows on my face. I fall on the ground. Life seem to be at end. Skin turning black. Veins all apart out. Why my lord why me??? Even a tear seems to be difficult to drop out. Miseries about to end. No more need of friends or enemies. Where are you my love where? When I need you? Down on my knees I beg you all forgiveness for what I have done unto you. I look up above onto the clear blue skies for a ray of hope. Another blow of wind pushes me down to collapse on the ground. Nothing more to ask for. People pass by me like strangers.

Time has been my tormentor turning me around like a piece of twig bending me all the way but not breaking me till now. My day has come it seems finally to be broken down. I try to remember all that has happened in my life till now. I was always amused looking how time passed by as a flash back when the hero is about to die; now it seems to be my time. Ahhhh! A tear ready to drop on the ground. I see her in the tear’s reflection on the ground. Is it true? Is it just my thought? Maybe I am wrong even in this final moment. The world seems to end. I close my eyes because; I can’t bear to see anything anymore. A roll of thunder I hear up far away. The lords playing his games with me. Hahahaha!! My final game on earth and here I am; cant even getup from the ground to face it.

The sweet fragrance of her perfume passes into my breath. Lost into a translation, unsure where I may end with this. I can’t even see her, yet I can feel her; is this we call as love. It’s been just a couple year since I have known her. We played. We shared. We cried. We were supposed to be together weren’t we? I see an angel coming right to me. I still remember the 1^st time I saw her, having food with her friends in the canteen. And in one of the corner is me fooling around with my crazy boys. All that time the clock moved fast as a tornado revolving away. A glimpse of her and I am smitten. Who is she? How did I dint see her all through my two years in college? Was she a new comer? So many questions one after the other rush like a first drug shot into my veins. Oh! The ball hits me and I am on the ground. But still my eyes preying on her. Who is she is the question still standing tall. Has the time stopped moving? Yes it truly has. All I see is silly kids laughing at me and her staring at me. Her eye lashes just blink and I am back to my senses again aren’t it a bit magical to say. Scratching my head I get up from the ground still looking at her. Hey weirdo quit it says my conscience. Giving a stupid smile and blushing away I turn to my friends and run to get hold of the one who threw the ball onto me.

Bells ring, it’s the final ring I am going to hear from my college. Final year is done but what’s the use all that I have still achieved are just a few glances from her and a first class in my final year. Could have spoken to her couldn’t I? Shit man! I am total waste one year and not even a word what’s the use of saying I am a guy and beating out the guys who abuse me, if I cant just once open my stupid mouth in front of her. Its now or never I see her passing by. “HI! My name is Ebin. Ebin Joseph.” Did she not hear me or did she ignore me. Great what more to ask the 1^st time I speak up and here I am as if on a block zero. Why me? Why did I even have to try talking? Should have left her the way she is. Just thinking that she liked me to. Even though I knew I was totally untrue. Oh did she turn back and looked at me. Yes she did. A blow of cold wind hits my face and nothing could have felt me any better.

Rains pouring and me roaming jobless as always some may say. But I am loving my life the way it is someway had forgotten her hadn’t I? A raindrop hit my face. And as it makes its exit from my face I see her again in front of my college gate. Is he following me? No I am not dear I was just riding by enjoying the rain and I saw you. Still no guts to say, I was thinking all that. “Hey what happened? It’s raining heavily? I will drop you home if you don’t mind.” She’s staring at me. Please a yes. Just one single yes. I am standing in front of her house bidding her bye. My first meet with her. I close my eyes and open. I see the cream ceiling of my room isn’t it great. I smile and blush just her thoughts seem to carry me forward.

Time and seasons pass by forward strong, so does every meet between us gets more regular and common. Like the new leaves growing on the trees and its roots getting stronger, every season somewhere I see our relation gets stronger. It’s a coldest night of the year and I am out on the streets with my friends acting as a jester. Waiting for the clock to hit 12 and wish her happy new year is all that I want. Just counting down the time and thinking about every occasion we have meet seems still a fantasy. The skies lit up with the powerful firecrackers. People shouting Happy New Year. I rush in front of her home and she her standing out. Maybe waiting for me with a smile on her pretty face. I catch her hand and pull her out on to the street give her a hug and speak into her ears “Happy New Year Dear. Love you dear and would you be my Love forever”. Masking under the loud sounds of the bursts happening around I hear a faint but clear “Yes”.

Now all that seems to be some kind of trouble in my soul. Shouldn’t have done it. If only I refrained from seeing her every time she asked me to. If only I had not seen her on that night of New Year. Every pin point precise moment in my life that I spent with her seems to ridicule me. Money and love that I gave her seems to have been washed drown the drain now. Was that a thunder that I heard again? It seems close now than it was before. A wind blows onto me. It seems so familiar. I look up with pain in my eyed hard to open but yet somehow. A drop seems to be falling on me as it hits the walls of the building beside. It wasn’t meant for me maybe. The trees above me would certainly block the drops if any tried to get to me. My life at its pathetic end and I can’t even feel her or the trickle of drop on my face how more ironic can my life turn to be. For the last time I open my eyes and see it. The drop falling from leaves to leaves and finally the golden pearl touches my face. The electrifying feeling that passes on me brings her face again in front of me. I sense a touch not of the drop but of love. Yes its her and I hear her faint whisper “I Love You”.

Just like the little raindrop brought peace to the thirsty mother earth. Just a final glimpse of her and the golden words from her mouth brought total peace to my soul.

LOVE to Read it

2012-07-16T09:06:00.002-07:00

Love is an emotion of a strong affection and personal attachment.Love is also a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection "the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another".

That’s what how Wikipedia defines love to be in its own sense. Maybe the words used above to define love were a theological or more to say a theoretical formatting of love. I think most of you will readily approve with what Wikipedia has to convey because it’s precise and straight forward. Yes I do also affirm to whatever is written above, love is a feeling a strong feeling that holds two things one living- A total compulsion and another may or may not be living.

Love is universal and omnipresent. It’s only dependent on the eye of the viewer how he perceives it to be. Love has been in the world since life has started on the planet. There are various different phases of love that we see from our day to day life or time to time. LOVE is a humanely feeling but I care about two things the most in life. It’s necessary to understand the term in order to understand who is the best person for us to believe in or lay our trust in.

Lets start with the time we were born probably a cold winter night in a room full of strangers to us then not knowing where we are or who we are. The only place we could find refuge, peace and comfort was within our mother’s arms. A mother will never say that she has only an "affinity" for the child she carries in her during pregnancy. She is attached psychologically, physically and emotionally to the child. This is arguably the very first experience any of us has of love, and the notion of "attachment" here is absolutely relevant it is arguably where it derives ultimately. It is certainly not a “self-centered” or "ego-feeding" phenomenon. Many mothers would sacrifice their lives to save their child without hesitating to think beforehand. Now I would certainly believe all of you would accept this very fact that this love can’t be ever distrusted or avoided even if we want to.

After your mother then probably the second most loving person you find on earth is your father. Some of you may hate him for being strict and harsh at times, but then you can’t avoid the very fact that somewhere deep inside burns the desire in you that you still love him and you can’t ignore or avoid him at the times when he may need for your help. He gives you money for your needs and also helps you through all the difficult times that you face in life. In my personal experience I would say, I love my dad more than my mom because he always has been like a friend and a tormentor when situation asked for. He has been strict enough not to allow certain things, that he thought are not necessary but also have understood the situation and prior done things even without me asking. He has been my ‘Santa Claus’ when I was young and my ‘Hitler’ when I turned teen. That’s how a fathers love always has been throughout history – strong, bold, harsh and yet caring inside.

“Parents are our overall friend from our start till our end never changing status or role”

Pollution – A Growing Devil Indeed

2012-07-10T06:51:00.000-07:00

From the time we have started of our schooling I think we all have learned about different types of pollution such as land, water and air. How many of you have thought about rectifying it and working over it in order to avoid it. I think very few of you would raise their hand in acceptance. This is because we think that even if we do something it wouldn’t make a big difference. Just because there are thousands others who are least considerate about what we do, I say that shouldn’t be our reason to stop.

But there is a different type of pollution which many of you may have blind eyed to. Just because of the reason we have started to enjoy it, doesn’t mean it is right. You might be thinking what am I trying to tell you here. And the answer to your question is “CORRUPTION”. However you contradict; no I haven’t ever bribed or anything, you know somewhere you have certainly bribed in; to get what you desired for. As we progress in life I would say the devil in us just keeps on growing to levels beyond.

Let’s take the life cycle in consideration from being just born – to schooling- College - job and so on. It starts with our parents paying a bribe for us. Like getting us an admission into our or their desired school or college. Here we have kept our first step in the school of bribe. Be proud that you have passed level one. Many of you know that it is against the rule to give donation but we don’t refrain because our need is of most priority. We don’t think that maybe if we had studied a bit more or worked hard we could have got through without paying donation. We think it’s our parent’s obligation to pay the donation for us. Hasn’t anyone of you felt bad they had to do so just because of us? I felt bad that my parent’s had to pay a donation once. And since then I have made a point that if I get into any where it should be on my merits and not bank balance. True many of us think or don’t know when a situation arises. I would say consult or place a complaint in your respective university. It should help you and also the inconsiderate. I say this is necessary, because there are a lot of students who have studied hard and scored better, but just because of a certain few wealthy undeserving brats these kids don’t get what’s deserved to them. I know if you are the one paying it then you wouldn’t make a move. But all said is make a move, if you feel it’s wrong and be an example to the few who would want to follow you.

http://www.ipaidabribe.com/

We have completed our studies and moved out of the level one for corruption. Now we have a job and in that process maybe we get caught in some legal problems or so on. Here again we are ready to pay, to save our asses. We have money that’s why we stand up to pay the bribe or the amount asked right. If we wouldn’t have had the sum, we would have painfully slogged through the legal manner right. This happens because we have seen people pay and think “ya if he can why not me do the same.” Yes it gets work done fast, but think again why not cut this crucifix - the people accepting the bribe and probably people would be scared to pay or accept it as well. Don’t you think this would then bring a change? How may of you have viewed the ad campaign to bring a change by ‘Tata Tea’. If not then view it now. I am certain that it shows truth and simple real time changes that can be brought in by saying NO. The sting operations performed by certain news channels had bought a reformation. But as soon as the things calmed down people sought back to their old paths, because we aren’t strong willed.

http://www.jaagore.com/home/

OK that was level two lets enter level three. We got our family and have got settled in life. We have kids and a house and all that we have desired. Now still our debt to the corruption god hasn’t been stopped. Now its turn for us to pay for our young ones this time to get them through in life academically and so on. We say we are educated then why not act as one. Stop it now! At least when we can. We point out to our kids that it wrong and we shouldn’t follow it. Nuts!!! are we worthy to say so because I feel since the time we have known our priority we have been a part of this cross loop of corruption. Knocking door to door only to find the devil opening it. Where is our angel who would get us through straight and perfect? It’s inside us where we haven’t searched yet. Let’s make a move towards reformation and try for bringing in a change for ourselves and our society. We say pollution can destroy our life and so for our future generation. Yes it does and CORRUPTION stands tall in the game. Finish it out and one after the other everything would settle in right.

“Just Do It For The Change.”

“Love” “Faith” “Hope”

2012-06-29T01:03:00.004-07:00

Love is an emotion of a strong affection and personal attachment. Love is also a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection.

Hope is the emotional state which promotes the belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. Hope is the "feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best".

Faith is confidence or trust in a person or entity. Also defined as firm belief in something for which there is no proof.

Three different entities but when combined together can make a persons life complete and a reason to pull along. Some think that all the little things spoken in this post may be totally not necessary or uncalled for. But I am person who likes to convey my emotions and thoughts right out clear, so for the moment these three words make a significantly important part of my life. “Life is like a Tetris puzzle you fill in every block where you think is right at the moment unknown what new type of blocks await as you go level higher in life.” Some blocks that put in help you to score whereas some blocks might easily create trouble in your progress in the game of life. Here in the post I am not planning to tell you what you should do under such conditions or how you have to mange your game in order to pass it with the maximum highest score possible. All I want or intent to do is set your thoughts into thinking mode, after you complete reading this with the thought of how well you connect with me as an author.

Right from the time we are born to time we wither away from this life of ours we always have an objective; some necessary, some not necessary. In strive to accomplish this part of our life we always do things that we think is right, unknown that all of it is one way or the other connected to the feelings said above. For example: I as an author right now live with this HOPE that you as my readers would read the post. You as a reader would have a FAITH in me that as an author, I may have written something worth reading and pondering upon. And both this felling bundle upon maybe the LOVE between both you as the reader and me as the writer. In the last 22 years of my life I would say I have seen pretty much a lot of the feeling said above. But one thing I am very ascertaining about is that there is still a lot more awaiting.

Silly little four letter and five letter words. Some joke over it. Some godly believe in it. I neither do both to it, because when I start doing either of the both, I am not thinking straight as a person should do. I have my loved ones around me my friends, my family and my very special one. Like I do have people around me I am ascertain that you also have those special ones around you who make you feel special and wanted all along. That’s how it should be for a person to be happy and wake up everyday for a reason to be. You might have watched lots of movies in both Hollywood and Bollywood that depict the feelings. Some connect to us some don’t this all depends on the situation that we would be in at that very instance. People mostly assume love leads the main role in controlling the other two feelings. But I will contradict it because even without any love for a person we at times hope and have faith over an entity. Think over it and I am ascertaining, you would also feel the thoughts I share is true to some good extent. A good example would be our hope that we would get a certain stuff from a person be it friend or a stranger it does not depend upon the bond of love we share with or for the person. I don’t plan to write much on this topic individually on this post as I feel maybe I can write better in the feelings felt individually in different posts.

Words seem to get exhausted as I write this prologue of mine because there are certain feeling that can only be felt and not written upon. But a feel to write pulls me to do so. Love, hope and trust as I said before works hand in hand but then there are incidents where these feeling true can lead to the downfall of a person. Desires as I would say to get all the three from our fellow mates lead us into the pit. We should live with the feeling but never allow only these feeling to drive us. We are a master and an author of our life, but when we entirely lend the reins of our life blind eyed into the hands of the person, we trust or love they can misuse it entirely or partially. Learn to trust your instincts but never your feelings. At the same time never totally ignore your feelings because they are the reason you want to live and pull your life along.

I don’t think I may be an excellent writer, but I hope and have faith in myself. That somewhere while you were reading the post you may have thought about your loved ones, and thought about what you hope from them, and till what extent resides your faith in them.

MUMBAI vs PUNE ( PART 1 )

2012-06-28T05:36:00.001-07:00

You already probably reading the document might assume that maybe what I am going to write is about some IPL match that happened in the past two years between the two cities but then if your other side selected that it’s a review about the two cities then you are right. You need a pat on yourself for that good work.

So let me start, my trip to city of pune was totally unexpected and sudden so I wasn’t prepared totally or to be truthful I wasn’t prepared at all actually. I had planned to go to the palace and stay at my dad’s friend’s place with my dad and sis but due to some certain undesirable reasons they had to go off to Kerala. So the plan of staying over in the city and checking out seem to be distant dream. But I wasn’t ready to get back after reaching so far and so close to pune. One thing was certain that if I didn’t get or make use of my opportunity to stay in the city some how this time then may be never will I get one ever.

I was still in a place called Talegaon not far actual Pune city but still it’s not the city right. Talegaon is similar to Mumbai’s outskirt place like stations beyond Badlapur in central line or Vasai in western. To get to Talegaon I had catch a local from Lonavala station to pune city and mind it there is only one train every hour so if you miss one then man you got to wait for an entire hour to get on to the next local.

Anyways I was done with Talegaon by evening 7pm and on the way to pune city excited and happy that I am going to get to spend a night alone for the first time in my life and that to in a place totally unknown to me. Man it was just going to be awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!. Geared with my camera standing at the station Talegaon for the local to arrive I wasted literally about 45 mins because the train wasn’t ready to arrive on due to track clearance. Finally boarded the train to wait for another 15 mins just because another fast express train had to pass by. Seriously it’s irritating just because there is a single track for both the locals and the express. So the puny local trains are always made to wait for the express to pass by. Anyway the train started and I reached Pune station at around 9pm and that was a tiring journey. Met a guy, actually a student so spoke to him through out the way to know the city better.

So then I got down met my friend at station who arranged for my accommodation for the night but I had to have my dinner before bunking. So after a bit of searching for a restaurant to eat, found one and ordered a thali. But seriously it rotted and tears rolled down my eyes, thinking how great Mumbai’s food was and I can get anything, anywhere, anytime I need not worry. Anyways having it I moved on to get a bus that would take me to the place called as S.B Road, Pune. Its just 10pm and I cant get a single rick or a bus right in front from the Pune station which would never happen in any part of Mumbai right. Finally got a rick and had to pay him a whopping amount of 70 rs jus for a 30rs traveling anyways it was a something better than nothing so had to take it. Reached the place and visited a multiplex at 11pm in the night the first late night show in my life ever. And one thing that I noticed was that the tickets were really cheap compared to what you would have to pay in Mumbai for that time of the show that to on a weekend. Got out of the theatre at 2am and the city holds a deserted look as expected. On enquiring with my friend I came to know that this is the most happening place in the city. Ha-ha in Mumbai the most happening place always has people roaming around and fast vehicles passing by.

Talking more and roaming around in the night I get to know that the people in the city talk in kms and not in mins or hours. Maybe you didn’t get it, ok for example if some asks you how far is Vashi to CST. A mumbaikar would say its about an hour from Vashi whereas if you as the same to a punekar who knows mumbai would reply it is about 30 kms. Now you got the vital difference between a mumbaikar and a punekar. Finally its 3am and a good time to take refuge on the bed settled up for me at my friends room.

That’s for the Part 1 if you think I should continue then may be I will go into the part two. That’s the last final day I mean J

More fun and more discoveries to follow.

Indian Freestyle

2012-06-25T05:11:00.001-07:00

STEPs You cant even dare mimic :)

KAHANI Review

2012-06-23T08:58:00.000-07:00

First have to congratulate Vidya Balan for receiving the national award for her character and the role she portrayed in “The Dirty Picture”. Kudos to her it was my first ‘Vidya Balan’ movie to be seen on the big screen but then she didn’t capture my attention or any type of fantasy. But things of the past should not be revoken from the dead its better left at peace six feet under. And having said so I would like to add on that the my second movie of the national award winner just set me smiling with proud that this girl from a small town in Kerala has made all malayalees proud!!!!!!!!!

The movie ‘kahani’ does seriously tell a story about the last heroes of the war against terrorism in a subtle yet strong manner. The way the character and her life through the streets of the city of kolkata has been capture to the best possible manner sets the movie into a different genre in Indian cinema. The movie revolves around two stronger invisible characters “Milan damji” and “bagvchi”. It at times feels as if the lady in the movie is more of a supporting character to these two invisible heroes. The camera has been handled in the best possible manner and it feels as if you are a part of the city streets and its celebrations. The movie has captured my attention because every element in the movie has been given equal importance be it real world entity, alive or dead, visible or invisible. The suspense and the thrill associated with the every character have been kept without breaking any hopes till the end. If you see through the movie you may notice that the cast of the movie is full of new comers into the industry but then again they have done the best honor to the character given to them.

“Mr Khan” and “Rana” does the most supreme justice to Vidya by supporting her throughout her search for her husband and the inspector adding on the comic. The thought that `The pregnant woman is the most harmless woman in the city` is just bluntly contradicted by Vidya and I have fallen in love with her for that reason. At times you will feel as if you are also searching for mrs. Bagchi husband. Vidya’s angelic beauty and sweetness has been used in the best possible manner to feel close to the character, which I doubt currently any actress in the industry could have done. Just her one sentence “Ithetha Ithetha” throughout the movie will get any south Indians attention to the fact that her character is a Tamilian fallen in love with Kolkata and her Bengali husband who is lost. The dresses she has worn though out the movie would certainly change the style of dressing for a woman who is pregnant. The boots give her the proper attire of a woman from London whereas the free flowing gowns give her the Indian look. Every mode of transport available in the city has been used shows in the depth the movie has fallen into to get in the right essence of the search.

2 hours and 15 minutes sitting it the dark theater watching on the screen, finally when I come out to the real world from the exit door I just feel as I left someone inside “VIDYA BALAN”. A person I am in love with currently. And as a little piece of advice I would say watch the movie with your friends who are movie addicts and rather than with your loves, because they might feel lonely with you too encapsulated into the flick or you might lose the flow due to you know what “I MEAN”. J