Feelings Uncensored

Funny Cricket....

2011-03-12T10:08:00.000-08:00

Nehra whispers to Munaf " Yesssss !!! Dude i hv achieved stardom again ". Munaf replies " Lolz...Man u r so very l8...I shot up to limelight in the very 1st match of the WC " . Nehra shoots back " Don't worry i swear i will leave such an impact in this cup that it will be remembered by generations ....Hahahaha !!"
Then Dhoni enters the scene...Tantaanaaa........." Hey mates !! Don't worry even if you don't leave an impact while bowling ( which is highly improbable) i will give u enuf strike in the slog overs to deliver in batting " :D :D

Times....

2011-02-09T04:57:00.001-08:00

Dere r times wen u jst don't feel anything. You don't feel anything. You probe your heart for some feeling but it just doesn't come. When the feelings get so dried up you even try to feel bad but there is just no reason. You try to be angry at but again fall short of a reason. You are not even 'happy' living. But you are just satisfied and so comfortable.

I feel my worst nightmare has just come true. The words which i used to hate have finally got me. I am slowly becoming 'satisfied'. That hunger seems to be petering away leaving a big void in my life. I am having dreamless nights. No longer when i pray to god i ask for something. I just don't know.

I have just realized i need to get out of this phase. I need to become hungry again.
Come on YV.......

A Dream.....

2010-03-17T12:04:00.000-07:00

A trembling voice called me from behind. The voice was frail and bland. It was like any other sound which goes unnoticed, something which you don’t care for, like a rodent lying crushed at the corner of the road, like a flickering street light. But i found my neck swivelling in the direction of the voice. There was a woman, her skin was like a ripple on water, her teeth jagged, her dimpled cheeks: a grim reminder of her struggle, her clothes half-torn and dishevelled heaving an odour which was a mix of perspiration and fish oil, her perforated shawl revealing more than it covered. Her face resembling a quintessential widow of a blockbuster. Her eyes were cold and white. They were like stones lying on the beach : forlorn, plain and pure. Her tousled hair undulated intermittently like a hoisted flag.
“ Ji? “ the only word i could force out .
“ Yass beta tu mujhse milne nahi aaya” she snapped. The reply was stark and smooth, shorn of pretence and effort. The words hung before me like a white haze in the night sky.
She was clearly possessed.
The words were reminiscent of someone.......someone who has moulded my life..........someone who held my hands firmly and showed me the right path........someone who prayed for me day and night........

But why was he complaining ?
Where was i supposed to be ?
Why was i not there ?

Perhaps I am too afraid to think of the answers.

My Dream Girl

2010-01-07T14:50:00.001-08:00

As the pale mist rises against the backdrop of an inky void, as the calm breeze whizzes past the ear, wiping out the last drop of sweat behind and setting off a subtle tingle of cold, as the winter moon shimmers through the placid water pond at the foot of the steel-like stairs; a heavenly figure emanating a glow, a glow bright enough to scorch the sun, slowly walks down. As the figure files down, the stairs produce a sweet sound as if welcoming her. The mist starts to wear thin as she walks further down. All of a sudden the wind stops, the clanking dissolves in the void,as she touched the water. She, whom I always dreamt of, has finally walked down from the heaven for me. The divine touch produced ripples, one like never seen before. They head towards my direction, proclaiming the arrival of my dream girl. She was barely twenty metres away from me but the glow prevented me from seeing her. I squinted through but failed.
Now came the time-stopping moment, a moment i probably waited for years, a moment probably for which i was born for. The glow began to dim, slowly revealing her.

Suddenly something happened , i heard myself spewing out a girlish squeal, shattering the equanimity of the place to bits.....I found myself getting drowned into a maelstrom of an invisible fluid, the more it took me deeper the more i choked...... Then everything went black.....

A shrill sound made me open up my eyes and i saw my cell....buzzing off like an excited hamster.....

Then the harsh realization dawned upon me........My alarm went off.......

The Great Indian Tamasha !!!!

2009-04-11T15:13:00.001-07:00

Call them apostate ; Call them irresolute ; Call them power-hungry; Call them anything and they would happily take it all as long as you are willing to vote for them.

Welcome to the new generation of Indian Politics ‘Play X’ . Where the players are same , the prize is same but yes , the rules have changed.

The only rule is that there is no rule. Sounds clichéd ? Reminds you of an adrenaline pumping movie named ‘ Fight Club ‘ ? Atta Boy!!!! You’ve hit the bulls eye !!!!

It’s the same thing .
Although it might not have those riveting action sequences ,nor does it boasts of gorgeous heroines shaking their booty to seduce our testosterone-filled heroes but yes it promises of a plot which goes a lot deeper , a mounting tension which has already reached humongous proportions, actors who are enormously skilled at backstabbing , doublespeaking , back-pedalling, etc. and needless to say. it has huge a implication on our lives ( although it’s doubtful as most parties once elected go into an eternal slumber which usually breaks just before the next LS elections )

Indian Politics has changed drastically ( to the extent that it has impelled me to devote a blog to it…lolz ) . It has become blatant, gross and ruthless , where there is no room for party’s ideologies. Parties are not even bothered to wear the ‘façade’ of moral uprightness as they go gung-ho in fielding candidates who have been booked under the charges of committing crimes ranging from robbery to murder.
What matters to them is ‘Winnability’ of the candidate.
Thanks to this many erstwhile foes have ‘become’ best friends.
On one place a covert NCP – Sena alliance has cropped up while on the other
SP-RJD- LJP has come up.
You might contest me by saying that coalition politics assumed centre stage long back, but when was the last time post-poll alliances outnumbered the pre-poll alliances .

Now Nobody wants to be with a single party only( Congress or BJP) instead everybody wants to be with the winner. So instead of ‘trying’ to make a single party win by going with it, they ‘want’ to make a single party winner by going with it after the results are declared ( and emerge out a winner itself) .

In short, Indian Politics today resembles a Tug of War , where there is a third team which is playing a wait-and-watch game and will join and support only that team which is on the brink of notching up a win.

( Having said all this , I would request each one of you to vote if you want to see a ‘stable’ government in power for next 5 years )

Happy ???? New Year !!!

2009-01-01T15:08:00.000-08:00

Today , I was watching a news channel where every stupid celebrity was discussing his/her plans for the day. Some were boasting of the various parties they need to cover while others were glibly blabbering about their shopping plans.
“ Kamala, tumahara kya plan hai ? “ I jocularly asked my maid who was stealing furtive glances at the T.V. while mopping up the floor.
“ Bhaiya kis cheez ka ? “ she questioned.
“Naye saal ka “ I clarified.
“Hamare liye kya naya saal bhaiya “ , she replied back,. Her eyes were full of askance.

I was stunned, was left insensate for some time. The way her eyes, smeared with desperation and despondence, looked straight at me; I was left dumbstruck.
It wasn’t that her answer was unexpected, the thing is I never cared for it. And the truth is we all don’t.

On the night of the New Year eve,when the whole world is revelling, this section is somewhere lying supine on floor, snivelling and stifling their sobs behind a torn cloth. Our contrived merry-making crowds this section out. Although inadvertently, we make them feel more miserable.

It really amazes me that despite of living in a country where 22.4% of the people live below poverty line , we are least concerned. Don’t you feel a need to do something for your fellow countrymen who are not fortunate enough like you are.
No ,Please neither am I a proponent of Communism nor am I trying to be a philanthropist.

But friends can’t each of us give happiness to at least one for a single moment. Today when I gave her Rs. 50 telling her to buy some sweets for her children,her joy knew no bounds. That expression on her face can’t be expressed in words. It can only be felt. Although it was just a modest amount and was just a fraction of what one spends on a new year bash , but look what it did. It reduced her to tears.
And believe me the satisfaction and the feeling of fulfilment you derive out of it is much more than what you get out of a mindless revelry.

As the saying goes " You can have everything what you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want "

The IIFT Result Day

2008-12-12T10:28:00.000-08:00

Well , like any other holiday, today was also a fairly dull day. I was languorously sifting through the newspaper when Tushar called me up. He told me IIFT result was out. Suddenly I felt my skin crawling. The drudgery and monotinity of the day would be broken up in such a manner was totally unexpected. As soon as I hung up the phone I immediately logged on and entered the link. Here opens the home page of the site in a flash. I heard myself speaking peevishly “Damn it !!! why the hell it has opened so fast ? Couldn’t it have taken some more time. Maybe hours or days even “. But yeah the fact was the page has opened up and had the link displaying results emblazoned right on the page. As soon as I clicked the link a PDF opened up . “ Why is the net working so fast today ? “ I quipped. Then I went to the search and entered my name. ‘ 0 Results Found !’ was scrawled across the screen.

My heart sank. It skipped a few beats. And suddenly the whole world was spinning around me. Still with a ‘ Never Say Die ‘ bravado I got up wrenched out the IIFT card from the file and came back to the result page. This time I entered my Roll No. in the search box. But to my horror the result was same. Now I found myself fecklessly trawling the list as if my name would conjure up miraculously. Then I heard a voice “Yash this is not a movie going on . Welcome to the real world !! And the truth is you have been nudged out by your competitors (most of whom i dont evn knw) “ . I winced. “Truth is so brutal , After so much of hard work how could the result be so unfavourable. I constantly was among one of the toppers in the AIMCATs “. I thought .’ I bungled up in CAT and now in IIFT too.’

I wanted to cry but couldn’t. May be a screw-up in engineering entrance exams and two failed intial job interviews made a man out of a boy. But still I told myself ‘ Mr. Yash Vardhan you need to concentrate on the destination . The paths could be different. But the destination has to be the same. ‘ What if 1 path is closed many others are still open.” Don’t know if it was truth or a yet again failed attempt to pep up my sagging mood. And then I slept.

What followed since I woke up from an invigorating slumber at 9 pm was even worse. There was a deluge of commiserative remarks.

“ Koi nahi beta ! We know you worked hard “

“ Chalta hai !!!”

“Sill lot to come “

Etc. etc. I wanted to shout at them on top of my voice and say please stop it but cudn’t . I didn’t want to deprive them of this at least.

Now here I am, shaken a bit , but yeah pretty fine,optimistic(as ever ) and yeah I still stand by what I have always believed……..

“ Whatever god does it does for your own sake!!!!”

Netagiri ( Part - 2)

2008-12-07T14:41:00.000-08:00

(Part 1 just below this)

Patil Sr. : ( A Well-Dressed Man indeed :P ) Sir seriously if there is one thing of yours which I would like to imitate it has to be your finicky attitude towards dressing up properly. A Home Minister couldn’t have been more ‘homely’. One who has such an eclectic style of dressing and has got a dress for almost every occasion. A man who has the audacity to brag about the sheer number of dresses he has . . .You know sir we GenX are very upset that you have stepped down after all you were keeping us updated on the latest dressing styles. Look at the mesmerising influence sir even the terrorists were in Cargos and Jeans ( pun intended)

Patil Jr.: ( Jupiter – Vaasi) The moment you dubbed it as ‘ Choti Ghatna’ I racked up my brain to think of where else are such incidents pigeonholed into ‘ Choti Ghatna’ types. But to my dismay couldn’t even find one. This led me to conclude that you might have been referring to Jupiter as given its gigantic size such incidents could there be an order of the day. Sir, even if we ignore the death toll for a sec an incident claiming a loss of whopping Rs. 50,000 crores (both tangibles and intangibles) can't be a 'Chota' one. And if you still stand by your stantement I wonder if Mr.Clean is really that clean....

Mr. Big Name : ( No-Entry Plzzz) Sir this isn’t right …You can’t take the credit from the municipalities this way. They toil around so hard to catch dogs and you are saying that the reason that dogs don’t stray around is that there is a dearth of a martyr. Kya sir aapse yeh umeed nahi thi …

( To be Continued ……..)

Netagiri ( Part- 1 )

2008-12-06T13:34:00.000-08:00

(Disclaimer : - On literary front this is undoubtedly one of the worst pieces ever written by me. As suggested by my friends I have trimmed down the language thing so that ‘manoos’ ( I know Mr.Raj you are all ears !!) could easily comprehend it.
Well guys there is nothing much to comprehend in it . The article is nothing but a result of an idle brain.... full of Hindi slangs n netagiri…Not to be taken seriously …Written in a lighter vein …blah..blah ..blah…So guys if you are more waela than me ….i wud say …..Go ahead !!! )

Mr. Raj : ( Man(h)oos ...errr!!! ) He undisputedly figures 1^st on the list after all he considers himself the First Mumbai manoos or manoo (wateve )………..Sir I know, had u not been'falsely' implicated in a case u wud hv surely given those on war a tough time ( Cmon….NSG and MARCOS would have had a tough time handling him not the terrorists). Sir but atleast you could have sent your all eager ‘sena’ to serve Mumbaikars. Why take help from 200 NSGs from Delhi after all they are not the Mumbai Manoos.? When your Sena can tackle lakhs of non-mumbaikars living out there then why not 10 terrorists ?

Naqvi Sahab : (Kya karoon poora naam nahi pata. Pehle to yeh bhi nahi pata tha :P )

Wow !!! Sir you have just found a novel way to hog the limelight. And why not ? When everyone in your fraternity is looking for an excuse to satiate the hunger of interview–mongers then why should you remain behind.. Sir but one thing which somehow zaps me is that our all so ‘respected’ neta was concentrating more on the facial makeup of women than on the carnage out there. Nahi sir yeh achi baat hai……Infact you are a terrific observer indeed…..Sir I usually find girls bemused when it comes to applying make-up (as they have so many shades to choose from ) Hope you could be a great help to them……Sir social service bhi ho jaegi ……lolz

Arjun Ji : ( mujhse quOTA le lo pOTA nahi ) Sir the fervour with which you push for quotas is amazing... So why don't you do something for the other ‘ota’ too? …. This way not only you will revamp your enormously tarnished image but also stand a chance to become our next PM (yahi to aapka sapna hai na ). I know u might argue that POTA doesnt come under your domain , but sir have you ever remained confined to your domain only ?

( Part - 2 uploaded above )

Story of a Martyr !!

2008-11-29T14:40:00.001-08:00

Major Shaitan Singh Bati : An Eternal Hero who was awarded Param Vir Chakra Posthumously

It was a morning of November !8^th ,1962. The icy winds were biting and benumbing. Every single vestige of green was quivering in the unremitting storm. Light snow was falling since days with an unflinching determination to kill every sign of green. With a sadism, quintessentially Hitler’s, it was slowly wiping out every single blade of grass , and mosses.. Ironically , this time the sadist had others to compete with.. Yes , Rezang La was all decked up for a war. The two forces ( Indian and Chinese ) were about to paint the mountain red .

The 'C' Coy of the battalion, led by Major Shaitan Singh, held this crucial position at Rezang La, at a height of 5000 metres . As the icy winds howled and whiffled through the Indian battalion crounching over there Major Shaitan Singh looked visibly perturbed. He couldn’t stop himself thinking about the drawback their battalion had. More than the thin air and cold, the location of Rezang La had a more serious drawback. It was crested to Indian artillery because of an intervening feature, which meant that they had to make without the protective comfort of the big guns. Despite of all the odds he finally comforted himself and others that it is their motherland and won’t let it go so easily.

Finally in the dim light of the morning, the Chinese were seen advancing through nullahs to attack No.7 and No.8 platoon positions.. Time came to an abrupt halt.Many hearts skipped a few beats . Whole area plunged into a vortex of eerie silence.. The Indian Army troops fell on their prepared positions to face the Chinese offensive.

Eventually at 5.00 am, came the unpropitious moment when the first bullet left the barrel. The stun silence transcended to an utter pandemonium in no time. Sounds of firing up of bullet , mortar shells , heavy artillery blanketed Rezang La. Both platoons ( 7 & 8 ) opened up on the advancing Chinese with rifles, light machine guns, grenades and mortars. Indian artillery could, however, not be used.

In no time , the nullahs were littered with dead bodies. The survivors took position behind boulders and the dead bodies. The Chinese, though they failed the first frontal attack, were not discouraged. They subjected the Indian positions to intense artillery and mortar fire at about 0540 hours. Soon about 350 Chinese troops commenced advance through the nullahs. This time, No.9 Platoon, which held fire till the enemy was within 90 metres opened up with all weapons in their possession. Within minutes, the nullahs were again full of dead bodies, mainly of the Chinese. Unsuccessful in frontal attack, the enemy, approximately 400 strong, then attacked from the rear of the company position. They simultaneously opened intense medium machine gun fire on No.8 Platoon. This attack was contained at the barbed wire fencing of the post. The Chinese then resorted to heavy artillery and mortar shelling. An assault group of 120 Chinese also charged No.7 Platoon position from the rear. However, Indian Army 3-inch mortar killed many of them. When 20 survivors charged the post, about a dozen Kumaonis rushed out of their trenches to engage them in a hand-to-hand combat. Meanwhile, the Chinese brought up fresh reinforcements. The encirclement of No.7 Platoon was now complete. The platoon, however, fought valiantly till there was no survivor. No.8 Platoon also fought bravely to the last round.

Major Shaitan Singh, the Company Commander, displayed exemplary leadership and courage amidst the bedlam. By all accounts, he led his troops most admirably.

Unmindful of his personal safety he moved from one platoon post to another and encouraged his men to fight. While moving among the posts he was seriously wounded, by a sniping Chinese MMG. But he continued to fight along with his men. While he was being evacuated by two of his comrades, the Chinese brought heavy machine gun fire on them. Major Shaitan Singh sensed danger to their lives and ordered them to leave him. They placed him behind a boulder on the slopes of a hill, where he breathed his last.

He mumbled “ JAI HIND “ as his last words and slowly the brave soul left for a heavenly abode.

May his soul rest in peace.

Source : My Grandfather (Late) Shri Rameshwar Lal Aggarwal

www.bharat-rakshak.com

www.wikipedia.com

Between Mails( To comprehend these mails you need to read the post just below this )

2008-09-15T04:05:00.000-07:00

MY REPLY TO THE MAIL I RECEIVED (in a bid to make my stand clear)

Respected Sir

I appreciate your concern and fully empathize with your feelings. But
i still feel i have failed to make myself clear to you. So in an
endeavour to make myself crystal clear to everyone who reads the mail
i would like to bring some points to your kind notice which possibly
miffed you up.

1) ' Proactive ' : It is an interesting word which could be
manipulated in any damn manner. The meaning which i wanted refer to
was being extra-cautious and chart up a plan to deter any such future
acts. Anywez i m sending you the link which might disabuse of any such
impression http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Proactive

2) 'Islamophobia' : Sir i am very sorry to say but this word has been
ur own brainchild. I never brought any religion into my mail. It's
just you interpreted in that manner. Infact one of my best friends
happen to be a Muslim. I am a strong proponent of the idea that
terrorists have no religion. What i believe in is humanity and not in
religion.

3) 'Incendiary' : You got me wrong again sir. To me any thing which
arouses the nationalistic fervour n fans the fire in you is
incendiary. Be it Atal ji's poems or Lata ji's 'Aye Mere Watan Ke
Logo'

4) Sir i am fully aware of the dwindling Police to Citizen Ratio. But i
still feel that politicians can do a lot more than just getting
engrossed in a political struggle or making commiserative remarks. I
am sure you would agree to this.

I just hope through this mail i was able to make myself clear to one
and all ....
And i would request you all that please try and sensitize yourself
with the feelings behind it instead of dwelling on the flaws ( if any)

Thanking You
Yash Vardhan
An Indian

MAIL I RECEIVED

I don't agree with all this nonsense. If I start doing what this mail says("being proactive"), then I should report the guy who wrote this mail to the police and book him for writing incendiary stuff to destabilize a government.

Knee jerk reactions are exactly what these terrorists want. They want us to fight amongst ourselves, fight our system in general, cause confusion and chaos and eventually succeed in their motive - Terrorize us! They want us to act all agitated and panicky and start doing things that a person in a sane mind wouldn't do. If we "turn proactive" and start bitching about each other, then buddy - we're finished!

I agree that the ruling government hasn't been "ruthlessly aggressive" on terrorism in general. But pursuing this will result naturally in suspicion falling on all Islam related activities(After all the govt that you planning to vote won't suspect "its own" people will it? Can't you see the divisions already - them and us).

We will only encourage this fire called "Islamophobia" to destroy the excellent bond with Muslims that we (as Indians) have. This is a time for unity beyond all political lines and a time to stand for humanity. Can't you already sense the laughter that these terrorists would be having seeing us pointing fingers at each other? So for heaven's sake, make these propaganda mails and forward them to the entire world only after thinking twice of what exactly you are passing! The timing for such a mail shows immaturity to an extent which is shameful for any Indian!!

WOH MAARTE RAHENGE ...TUM MARTE RAHO !!!!!!!!!

2008-09-13T07:28:00.001-07:00

Do one thing .... Pick up a red ant. And try to kill it. I am sure it would meet its end in a sec but at least would give you a sting. That sting embodies its revenge . Its' zest to live. Its' last-stand. Its' fight.

When even an ant can fight ...If even it doest give up so easily....If even it knows how to enforce its right to live .... Then why the hell don't we .....

I know this material might be incendiary. But yes isn't the fire already burning so ...so flagrantly ...
Please, please don't give in ....please don't succumb to your fate.....

It is we who are losing our lives. We are the victims and not those in power who very easily give their condolences and assurances after the blasts.

What i suggest all of you stupid ( yes we are stupid) common people that please be proactive and very alert. If you find any suspicious activity taking place please stop that bastard
( pardon my language )...inform the police. Elect the government which isn't such a coward to implement POTA .... Please change India ......Please.....

We still remember the WTC or the attack on Britain very vividly. In Britain only 26 died . And WTC was one of the only terrorist attack on America in last decade. Still it became a global issue.
Are we Indians are meant to be killed like this..... Why don't we implement stringent laws.
Why ???????????????????? Infact even we have stopped caring ." Arey! yeh to aam baat hai "
Everyone says this.......Please i urge you all to change India .....For this change ministry ...elect a proper government ...please step forward...it's your country and your home and an intruder is killing you in your own home .....Blasphemy !!!!

Yaar nobody has the right to kill you ......Nobody can become GOD !!!!

KOI SUN RAHA HAI KYA ???

2008-07-27T07:38:00.000-07:00

This is the question a common man rhetorically asks to himself , to his soul and yes to some deaf who unfortunately are in power….

“ Ho sakta hai yeh koi sochi samjhi saadish ka nateeza hai “ quipped Advani after brazen carried out blasts.

“We request the state to maintain peace and harmony in time of distress” said another hotshot politico…

P.M. considered it to be a bit too infra-dig to comment upon it.

I was waiting to hear it , the wait carried on and on . In a bid to hear it I had to tolerate the soporific power of some of these speeches.

Finally, even after skimming through the reactions of almost all politicians, I couldn’t find it…..

Maybe I expected a bit too much from our politicians. What I expected from them was at least a word to the perpetrators, a speech spitting venom and vengeance, and a formidable action plan to ward off such heinous crimes .

Although Narendra Modi said “ Perpetrators will be exhumed and will be strictly dealt with “. But is it enough ?? He didn’t even adumbrate his plan ( if at all ).

My ears yearned for more and instead what I got was some commiserative remarks ……

My brain longed for a solution and what it chugged out is a set of confounding questions.

What has INDIA become ???

Has it been relegated to “ A Soft- Target “ ??

Can Terrorists strike at will with impunity ??

Will INDIA implode ?

Who will come to our rescue when our “honorable” leaders are too busy either in basking in their victory or brooding over the defeat in Confidence motion ???
Yeah the next question inevitably is :

Who will mourn over the loss of a common man ?

"Kiski Mumbai .......... Mr. Thackrey ? "

2008-03-25T11:33:00.000-07:00

While gulping down the coffee yesterday evening i was wondering what would have had been the plight of Britishers if Mr. Raj Thackrey would have been in power during pre-indepence era. Well one thing is for sure they would have certainly left out Mumbai ,if not India, much earlier than they actually did........

And why not ? Till the time we have such a 'great visionary' like Mr. Thackrey everything is possible......

Letter to him (psst......)

Mr. Thackrey i fully support what you are doing. So what if it could actually snowball into a very serious issue. So what if it could actually break India into 28 separate Indias. So what if it could cause widespread riots, sanguinary battles, political tussles. So what if lakhs of people lose their lives in such riots. Your resolve is the foremost and is much more important !!!!

Sir i want to ask you a few questions....( Thanks to the RTI act)

Why are you doing this ? Aren't Mumbaikars living in other parts of India ? Or isn't Non- Maharashtrians (who are residing in Mumbai) paying the taxes? Aren't they contributing to the development of the City by paying the taxes?

Sir when we treat every religion as 1 .... Then why cant we perceive every person as Indian...

Sir there are many more important issues concerning the nation......My humble request to you is please don't push this issue further...... It could actually turn out to be our nemesis..... India's nemesis......

And if you are bent upon showing your clout......then why don't you shout the slogan.....
' Save Yamuna' or 'Save Ganga' . Given your amazing leadership and management qualities, i am sure you would be able to actually purge out all the effluents from Yamuna or Ganga.........

Thank you....
Yours Truly
Indian

Tête-à-tête with Tipri

2008-03-25T11:02:00.000-07:00

I along with my 7 friends went to Tipri, near Tehri to attend the wedding of our friend’s relative. His native village is Tipri. Tipri, a veritable microcosm of rural India, nestled along the Tehri Dam and precariously situated on the mountains. Enshrouded by the mountains it exudes panache and is a nature lover’s delight It is also an ambient place for those city-dwellers who are enervated by the drudgery of their lives. It faces the reservoir, purportedly touted as the India’s largest man-made lake.

When we reached over there at the friend’s house, we received a warm welcome despite of missing up the soiree. Then we were ushered to a room where we were introduced to many of his relatives. Some of them blessed us and tousled our hair. After finishing the sumptuous food we pranced on some Garhwali songs.

Next day, we attended the marriage, a quintessential Garhwali marriage. It offered all the mirth of a city marriage and yet conformed to the indigenous traditions. Next day we ambled out of the house and drove away leaving behind lachrymose faces and tear-filled eyes looking in our direction. In a nutshell, it was a great, salubrious journey. And the most remarkable thing about Tipri is that the artificiality of city life hasn’t percolated down there as yet.

Call me 'Maa ki' not 'Monkey'

2008-02-05T20:52:00.000-08:00

Indian cricket recently witnessed an ugliest phase which left everyone scalded ( as though). Indian offie Bhajji was the cynosure as he was implicated in a case which was unprecedented in India. Usually India was the 'victim' to this double-edged sword (racism) but this time India was on the other side of rope as they were being castigated and dubbed as racists (by aussies ofcourse).
It was predicted to have some ever-lasting fallouts . And mind you this was no storm in a teacup.
As Bhajji hogged the limelight, everything else took a backseat. The issue was immortalised by media. With heavy remarks being hurtled out by the media correspondents from both sides the issue never lost the gravity. Battle- lines were drawn. Board of both the nations in a bid to vindicate their players were ready to go to any lengths. Media was behaving querulously. A country's reputation was at stake. Conditions looked ominous. A new world war in cricket was at the corner. (to be continued)

Can we ever break it ?

2008-02-02T08:25:00.000-08:00

Today while relishing the scrumptious food at Haldiram in PVR spice, I saw a man who was swabbing the floor. He looked at me and the food on which i was gorging upon. He looked famish. His eyes belied his hunger. I wanted to buy a thali for him. Bud didn't dare to utter a word . WHAT HELD ME BACK ? It's not that i am frugal. Neither am i too mean. I feel that . But still I felt that some invisible shackles have been tied around my legs. Well I feel these are all made by the society. I thought i would be looked upon as a fool or chicken- hearted. Some might have even considered it as hypocrisy . Can I ever break this shackle ? Infact I ask you all
CAN WE EVER BREAK IT ??????