Parallel Government

Virtue of a Girl..

2013-04-11T10:10:00.003-07:00

It is clearly written in one of the religious texts, "अगर मर्द दुनिया में अच्छे कर्म करते हैं तो उन्हें जन्नत में अनछुई हूरें मिलेंगी. जिसे आपसे पहले किसी ने नहीं छुआ होगा. " (If a man do good Karma in his life, He will get Virgin Angels in heaven)

This implies that it's a girl's virginity that makes her "able" for a good man. At the time of marriage girl's Fair color, slim figure and kitchen skills are considered important but what is considered most important is that she must be untouched. It is often heard that a husband has annulled the marriage on the wedding night after knowing about the past relations of the girl. The same husband fantasizes about so many women, comments on them and molests them but for himself he wants a fully covered bride in Ghoonghat. Any past relation makes the girl characterless for him.

In Asian Countries, Virginity of a gal is often confused with her Virtue, and that is why if a girl is raped she tends to commit suicide. The victim is treated worse than the rapist in our society, as if she had herself invited him to rape. If a girl is bold enough and admits her relations she is considered to be of loose character. Whereas, men share their physical experiences with heroism and pride.

A girl's purity is damaged with every little thing. If she laughs loudly with her male friends she becomes impure. Every month when she is undergoing the process of removing impurities from her body, she is considered impure and kept away from all sacred work. After bringing a new life to this world she is considered impure for 40 days. The most interesting thing is that the girls themselves are more aligned to the so called religious and social books that have made such fickle rules for them and made their life hell.

My Painting....

2013-04-11T10:09:00.002-07:00

Me: I want to paint the shadows... the darkness....

She: But people find colors in Light only...

Me: I find them in seasons... In sunset, in Dark nights...

She: Then why don't you paint the Fragrances...

Me: Why should I?? They are already beautiful...

She: And why not paint the Noises...

Me: When I am telling you what I want to do why are you telling me other things and confusing me... Are you on my side or on Happiness' side???

She: I am the painting... Why would I need to take sides...

"Life is a strange dream, What is real and what is not!"

2013-04-11T10:09:00.000-07:00

There was a question he wanted to ask me. He knew I was going to evade it, so he waited for me to mention the subject. He waited all day. Finally, before I left that evening, He had to ask me, "Did I really fly?, Kabir?"

"That is what you told me. Didn't you?"

"I know, Kabir. I mean, did my body fly? Did I take off like a bird?"

"You always ask me questions I cannot answer. You flew. That is what the second portion of the devil's weed is for. As you take more of it, you will learn how to fly perfectly. It is not a simple matter. A man flies with the help of the second portion of the devil's weed. That is all I can tell you. What you want to know makes no sense. Birds fly like birds and a man who has taken the devil's weed flies as such."

"As birds do?"

"No, he flies as a man who has taken the weed."

"Then I didn't really fly, Shaman Kabir. I flew in my imagination, in my mind alone. Where was my body?"

"In the bushes," I replied cuttingly, but immediately broke into laughter again. "The trouble with you is that you understand things in only one way. You don't think a man flies; and yet a tantrik can move a thousand miles in one second to see what is going on. He can deliver a blow to his enemies long distances away. So, does he or doesn't he fly?"

"You see, Kabir, you and I are differently oriented. Suppose, for the sake of argument, one of my friends had been here with me when I took the herb. Would he have been able to see me flying?"

"There you go again with your questions about 'What would happen if...?' It is useless to talk that way. If your friend, or anybody else, takes the second portion of the weed all he can do is fly. Now, if he had simply watched you, he might have seen you flying, or he might not. That depends on the man."

"But what I mean, Shaman, is that if you and I look at a bird and see it fly, we agree that it is flying. But if two of my friends had seen me flying as I did last night, would they have agreed that I was flying?"

I just said, "Life is a strange dream, What is real and what is not!"

उफ्फ्फ्फ़ शादी.....

2013-04-11T10:08:00.001-07:00

मैं शादी क्यूं करूं? क्या इसलिये कि सब कर रहे हैं? अगर ऐसा है तो सब धोखेबाज़ियां, जालसाज़ियां भी कर रहे हैं.... तो आज से ही शुरु कर देता हूं.... एक रिश्तेदार पिछले दिनों घर आए तो कह रहे थे “दुनिया की ज़रूरत है शादी.” मैंने कहा “दुनिया की ज़रूरत तो पट्रोल भी है, अब क्या कूंआ खोदने लगूं.” वो चिढ़कर बड़बड़ाने लगे “अरे, भई…कोई साथी तो होना चाहिये ना, पूरे सताइस के हो गए हो".... मैंने आँख मारते हुए बोला “साथी की फ़िक्र क्युं करते हैं, लड़का इतना भी अकेला नहीं है“... ये उनके सब्र की इन्तेहा थी “सारा दिमाग टीवी ने खराब किया है"

लो, मानो जब आदम-ईव ज़मीन पर आए तो भगवान् ने उन्हें शादी करके भेजा था....

मुझे याद है, बचपन में मैं बोय्ज़ स्कूल में पढता था और लड़कियों से बात करने में भी डरता था.... हालांकि मुझे टूथपेस्ट के ऐड में आने वाली एक लड़की से सच्चा प्यार हो गया था लेकिन ये बात मैंने किसी को नहीं बतायी थी... स्कूल में तो बस बास्केटबॉल और फुटबॉल खेलने वालो के बीच एक जंग सी रहती थी... वो बचपना था... अट्टारह साल की उम्र में दुनिया जीत लेने का एहसास टीन-एज का जोश था... शायद सबके साथ ही ऐसा होता हो... बचपन में ज्यादातर लड़के शादी की बात पर शर्मा जाते और कहते "मुझे शादी नहीं करनी"... उस वक़्त सब हंस देते थे, लेकिन जब छबीस साल का कोई लड़का ऐसा कहता है तो उसे पागल समझा जाता है... या सोचते हैं की इसकी कोई गर्लफ्रेंड होगी....

"तुम शादी कब करोगे?" ये सवाल हर बार एक अलग शक़्ल लिये मेरी चौखट पर घंटी बजाता है.... मुझे याद है एक अंकल आंटी जिनकी शादी 13-14 साल की उम्र में ही हो गई थी.... जब वो बड़े हुए तो आंटी बढ़कर 6 फुट की हो गयी और अंकल 5'6 के ही रह गए... ये मजेदार किस्सा सुनाकर मैंने कई बार शादी के सवालों का टॉपिक बदला है... अपने से छोटे किसी लड़के की शादी में जाना भी एक चैलेंज है.... हर जगह बगावत का झंडा बुलंद करने से अच्छा होता है, बस किसी तरह शादी के सवाल को रफ़ा-दफ़ा कर दो, जैसे किसी सहकर्मी के पूछने पर कह दो, "अच्छा रिश्ता मिलेगा तो ज़रूर कर लूँगा" या फिर “पहले इतने पैसे हो जायें कि अपना घर खरीद सकूं, तब शादी पर गौर फ़रमाया जायेगा.”

हद तो आज हुई जब मेरी एक दोस्त ने गलती से आज मेरा बर्थडे समझकर मुझे मेसेज किया और लिखा “ईश्वर से प्राथना करूंगी कि आपकी शादी जल्दी हो जाये”... मानो मुझे कोई जानलेवा बीमारी हुई हो जिसे ठीक करने के लिये दुआ की ज़रूरत हो... चार शादी याफ़्ता सलमान रुश्दी ने कहा था, लड़कियां शादी इसलिए करती हैं क्युंकि उन्हें शादी का जोड़ा पहनने का शौक होता है.... सोच रहा हूं करीना ने तो कोई खास जोड़ा नहीं पहना था... हां, लेकिन सैफ के पास अपना घर खरीदने जितने पैसे ज़रूर होंगे....

ये सवालों के भूत जिद्दी होते है ...शादी कर लूँगा तो खुशखबरी कब सुना रहे हो के सवाल के साथ चिपट जायेंगे।।।

अट्ठन्नी की चोरी...

2013-04-11T04:02:00.001-07:00

आठ साल का था

जब,चोकलेट के लालच में,

अलमारी से मैंने अट्ठन्नी चुरायी थी;

पकड़ा ना जाऊ, इस डर से,

हडबडाहट में घर के पीछे लगे पीपल के पेड़ में,

उसे मैं गाड़ आया था.

दौड़ भाग और कशमकश में,

अट्ठन्नी के साथ साथ,

पीपल ने मेरी रूह का एक टुकड़ा भी निगल लिया था शायद

और, ज़िस्म पर छोड़ दी एक ख़रोच.

जब भी अब चोकलेट खाने की कोशिश करता हूँ,

अँधेरा दबोचने को दौड़ता है

और मेरे रूह की कीमत,

उस अट्ठन्नी से सस्ती महसूस होने लगती है.

तुम्हारी बहुत सारी मुस्कुराहटें याद आती हैं...

2013-04-11T03:23:00.002-07:00

तुम्हारी बहुत सारी मुस्कुराहटें याद आती हैं.... दफ़्तर में तुम्हारा पास से गुज़रना, ठहरकर इतना भर पूछना कि क्या हाल है.... और इतने भर से यह अहसास दिलाना कि दुनिया अभी बहुत अच्छी है, और कई साल और जिया जा सकता है.... दुनिया का वह बहुत अच्छा होना तुम्हारे साथ गया है, मेरे जीवन का वह अंश गया है, जो सिर्फ़ तुम जैसे लोगों में ही हुआ करता है... और तुम गई तो मेरा कुछ ऐसा नहीं गया जिसे किसी को बता सकूं, दिखा सकूं, लेकिन इतना गया कि मैं ये शब्द लिखते हुए रो रहा हूं, और मुझे नहीं पता कि क्या और कर सकता हूं, लेकिन यह कहने दो कि तुम जहाँ गयी हो - और मुझे यक़ीन है इसका - दुनिया वहाँ बहुत अच्छी होगी.... तुम्हारी खींची तस्वीरों के बच्चे वहाँ हँस रहे होंगे, खेल रहे होंगे, वहाँ घर अपने घर होंगे, 'जंग' एक शब्द होगा जिसका अर्थ किसी को मालूम ना होगा... वहाँ सरकारें नहीं होंगी, न ही बंदूक...

अभी इस वक़्त, जब मैं नहीं जानता कि तुम मुझसे कितना दूर हो, मैं तुम्हें एक जंगल में ठंडे साफ़ पानी के एक झरने में नहाते हुए सोच रहा हूं.... तुम झरने से निकलकर खूब आराम करना, जी भर सोना, ख़ुश रहना, बेफ़िक्र रहना.. और जो जो पल तुम मेरे साथ यहाँ नहीं जी सकी, मैं आख़िर तक कोशिश करूँगा कि उनमें अच्छे रंग भर सकूँ...

Love...

2012-06-15T09:16:00.001-07:00

My Love,

There’s a mystery about you that captivates me the way nothing else ever has....

A mystery that keeps me waiting for the little surprises, the knowing smile and Gentle words...

And no matter how much time goes by,

There’s something so special, so enchanting about you,

That I fell in Love with you once,

And would fall in love with you all over again.

I love you!

Give me Back My Solitude.. Leave me Alone...

2012-05-07T06:24:00.003-07:00

I am bored, Unmotivated, Indifferent, Weary, Of you....

Of everyone....

I don’t have the patience to bear with you....

To hear you out...

Your stories

Your guilt

Your troubles.

I am sick of it all....

I want to get far away from all this....

I just want to be left alone

By you....

My loneliness comes from you...

Your absence makes me aware when I am left alone...

I Love You.... But in My Own Way....

2012-02-28T23:00:00.001-08:00

Just because I don’t love you the way you want me to

Doesn’t mean I don’t love you....

I don’t call you everyday

Or surprise you with flowers,

I don’t always say things you want to hear

And sometimes tell you things you don’t want to know....

I don’t always put a smile on your face

Or like the same movies as you do,

Or laugh at your jokes

Or always pick up the phone.....

It's not because I don't want to

Or can't do it....

I do want to

But in my own way.....

Single @ 38

2012-02-11T01:36:00.000-08:00

I was given the Outer room. Well, it was just a drawing room but at night it used to become my bedroom. Couch was shifted to a corner and a folding bed was put in its place. I received the quilt, the cover was green, on the edges there was a little cotton coming out. I entered it without switching off the lights, and then watched the patches from where light was coming in, just to detect from where the cold air will enter in the night.

In the morning they wanted me to wake up a bit early, may be to re-make it again into the drawing room. Explicitly, they never said it, but Dinesh use to wake me up at 6am and ask for tea. I used to wake up instantly, and go to the toilet outside. All other members of the house used to go some toilet inside which I had never seen; may be for guests only outside toilet was used.

Suman never used to have tea with us. I don’t remember a single instance in last 11-12 years in which any of my friend’s wives have talked to me more than just asking for tea/coffee or salad. All my friends were getting fat year on year. Their kids used to look on me as an unusual guest, just because I was still single at Thirty Eight.

This time, I was at their home for 3 days. I used to tell this as soon as I arrive, so that they do not ask again and again about my health or work progress to know about my departure date. I used to be excited like a kid when I reached them. I thought they will meet me like we used to meet in college days, and talk about gals, drinks and politics till late at night. Now they used to talk with me only for few minutes after dinner, and that too while reading a newspaper so that any Awkward silence can be broken by some breaking news of some scandal.

This was my second morning in Dinesh’s home. Dinesh and Suman had 2 kids – Kanika: who was in tenth class, and Kanishk: who was in sixth. Suman was working in some PSU and Dinesh was the AGM in some private company. It was a normal morning in which I used to hurry up for a bath after having tea. Dinesh and Suman left together. Kanishk also left with them. Kanika’s preparation leave were starting from that day. Some friend of her was to come to study with her. Few minutes back I heard Suman strictly advising Kanika to study, and then she said something in her ears which I couldn’t listen.

The Three left the home leaving me behind like a chair/table. Sun was out and I saw that there were no spider-webs on the walls of that home. From an inside room (which I had never seen yet), I heard the sound of songs being played. May be Kanika had switched on the TV. As if I was a kid, I felt like watching TV too. I walked into that room; she was lying carelessly on the bed. TV was in front and remote was jumping from her one hand to another. It was a Kareena Kapoor Video and Kanika was so lost in the song that she realized my presence only when I sat on a corner of the bed. She got shocked as if a lizard fell on her. She sat up, moved a bit away and looked at me.

I smiled, she didn’t.

I started looking at the TV. She too, but now she was not sitting so carelessly. I asked her when her board exams are starting. She replied in a single word, “Twelfth”. There was nothing else to ask, so I just asked that when will her friend come? She frowned, replied nothing and looked back at the TV. I didn’t know that she was living in a new generation. I unknowingly scratched a bit near my knee, and she saw me doing that for a second with crossed eyes. I stopped. She switched off the TV and moved towards her study table.

“Kanika” – I just said casually but her speed increased – “Which subject are you studying today?”

She said nothing, picked up her books and walked to get out of the room. When she passed near me, I held her hand as I would have caught a kid. But the way of holding was not written in the touch. Touch is innocent or not, this is decided by the person being touched, not by the person touching. She got scared and wanted to get her hand free. I felt if my daughter would have been, she would be her age. I would have troubled her the same way.

I kept on smiling and holding her hand. I could see my daughter in her. Next movement, she screamed, “Mummy” or “Save me” or some similar word. And with the other hand she slapped me.

I left her hand. She ran outwards. While running she took out the mobile from her pocket and may be dialed some number on speed-dial. I kept on looking at her, amazed; she was running towards the main door without her slippers. I saw her telling something to a passing-by lady while pointing inwards. I didn’t cry.

Koi Dreams-Dreams kyun nahi khelta???

2011-07-09T10:41:00.000-07:00

Ek Ziddi Ladka,

Jo dekhta hai Dreams,

aur Jisne Stomach ko bhi Heart bana liya hai...

Use forcefully khilaaya ja raha hai

Career ka Pasta...

Wo Bachha ho gaya hai,

Wo Pagal ho gaya hai...

Aur ek Career-Oriented Ladki,

jo nahi dekhti thi Dreams...

Fenkti thi stones,

Ladke ke Dreams par...

Uski shaadi ho gayi,

Bachhe khila rahi hai...

Wo booddhi ho gayi hai,

Wo bhi pagal ho gayi hai...

Ab dono milkar khelenge,

Paagal-Paagal...

Khoob fun hoga,

Round-n-Round Ghoomenge...

Log dekhkar Hansenge,

Wo bhi ho jayenge pagal,

Phir,

Sab Milkar khelenge

Paagal-Paagal...

Aah!

Koi Dreams-Dreams kyun nahi khelta???

A Student of IMI

2011-07-09T10:39:00.000-07:00

Many aspirants and friends have asled me this Question... "IMI ke students kaise hote hain?"

"What all r the qualities required to be a successful MBA student?"

"How is ur life Going at IMI?"

I am trying to answer all these Questions in this Note.. This article will give you some Idea about the college. This will also help me to memorize my days here in IMI when i grow old and start having Short-term memory loss..

Disclaimer: I am writing this article after observing students at IMI... I believe everything written here is true.. Even if some difference is found when u reach IMI, I will not be responsible.. and secondly, I had 77%ile in VA(Verbal Ability), so grammatical mistakes in this article can not be legally challenged..

When I joined IMI, I thought that other students will be the ones who see Boring-Dreams, and instead of being Ambitious they will be Book-worm type students.. The kind of students who have came First in there class throughout their Life.. And those who have choosed their career declining proposals of beautiful gals in their teenage..

But i found here a balance of every kind.. From Editors, to Desi boys.. From Studious to last moment fighters.. from Finance Cheetahs to Marketing Jugaadu...

Sorry for Diversing from the Topic... I was about to tell u some major characteristics of IMI studs:

1. They can work for 48 hours continously if they r promised that they will get something substantial to add in in their grades or Resume.. All IMI studs are hungry of the "Extra Edge" over other studs.. They want to be the best of IMI when they sit for their Campus Recruitment..

2. They can sleep for 48 hours Continously if they get time for it... :P

3. Some of them can see 4 movies in a day or can play computer games for 12 continous hours...

4. Some students can debate about USAs Economy, Indian Politics and Gals of IMI for the same 12 hours continously.. ;)

5. People here will give u info about IMI gals, their own city gals and gals all over India an World.. BTW all these discussions GENERALLY go off the Track and enter the Censored Zone, whoich i can't write here..

4. One Important Thing is that every Stud in IMI knows about ebrything so much that he can discuss on it for Hours.. May be they prepared for it while preparing for GDs... Waise Scientists believe that when we start the Discussion we are unaware about the Topic but out knowledge grows during the Conversation in a Magical way... A reason for this is that we have been taught to be confident whther we r right ir wrong.. :P

I still remember the Song from Lagaan "Koi humse jeet na paave, chale chalo, chale chalo..."

now i am going to Gaurav Singh's B'day Party ;)

All thanx to Nikit for having Internship in a good Liqour Company...

Will write a more on students in IMI in future..

Hope u will meet me someday in IMI campus while fighting for Hot Chapaatis...

I am IMI...

My Life Story

2011-01-24T07:11:00.000-08:00

Part I: (The Wealth Machine)

She asked me: “Are you afraid to die?”

She was my Life.

It’s almost like I met her on the execution stand. If not, I met her as I awaited an execution. I have been standing in for her there ever since. Many execution tools are hidden all over the world. But she was a weapon of mass destruction.

As I began to know her, I began to notice the traps everywhere. If you don’t figure them out, you’re dead. She looked just like me. I was just like her. She used to be so sweet. She said, “When you grow old, you can have anything you like. Everything will be yours”. She tried to persuade me, “Let’s play a game. Here is a wealth machine. It gives a lot of money. You just need to enter it, study and try your luck. It would be great fun. Every big man does that”. I agreed to her and entered the machine. There was a key hole from which I could look outside. I could see her, My Life. And then, suddenly the world started changing her.

I was locked inside the machine. I was forced to see it when they were making changes to her. I felt like instead of her, I was being changed. Yes I was changing. Every time I closed my eyes, I could hear that sound. I wonder what that creaking sound is. They (Teachers) used to make great speeches of motivation. They can’t spoil my life. They can’t ruin it.

The only difference between my life and me is that the life seems to enjoy the pain. The expressions on her face slowly became mine. It was a Trap. And then as I graduated I was introduced to my new life (Job). It was now her turn to look at me from the key hole inside the machine. When I came out after graduation, I became my life. I became Saurabh Garg. My life watched me as I made money, Name, Girl Friend, Contacts. I was her and she was me. That’s how I started to feel. The outside world gave me everything I desired for but they took away my innocence, my virtue. The boy who used to play with Tadpoles stuck in the rain water was gone. The boy who once idealized Gandhi and Subhash was now in the business of getting Fat salary and living for his Company (Job). I turned around my life and kept on gathering materialistic wealth. I finally started to enjoy this, which I have always hated from inside. Since my childhood I wanted to be as pure as a new born. But I was intoxicated and matured, that’s because I have become Saurabh Garg, an Analyst Programmer.

Part II: (The Realization)

They jeweled me with Money, Designation, responsibilities and asked me to face my life.

They said, “Look. How mature you look now. Go and ask your life how she likes it”.

It’s almost like she met me on the execution stand, anyway. If not, she met me as she awaited an execution. She have been standing in for me there ever since. Many execution tools are hidden all over the world. As she began to know me, she began to notice the traps everywhere. If she doesn't figure them out, she will be dead.

When she looked at me she started shouting, “You were not like this. You were mine. What do you think you are doing? Who do you think you are? Take that mask of maturity and Intelligence off. Stop fucking with me.”

My life began to question me whenever I was alone. It wanted my innocence back. It was hurting. I also didn't wish to run away from her. Every time I was alone, my life tried to kill my maturity. She was jealous of me; me as a Lost Young Man.

Part III: (Joining IMI)

It was on that day. I always want to relive what happened on that day. Her new face looked like it was mine. I was liberated. It was me, a 12 year old. I became my own self again. The life inside me was me, a Learner, a Student. I again became innocent, pure and lively. Just like how a student should be. And I killed my maturity. With my school backpack on, I took the same route to education as I have always done. It was something eternal.

But soon, I hear that sound again. I see a Golden beautiful chair which looks very lucrative. I am walking towards it, with JPCs holding my hand. I ask them, “What is it?”

They reply, “The Execution Stand.”

Everything ends at the door of same wealth machine.

I wonder: Now, which one is the Dream. What is real and what is not?

Mystery Behind My Name - Saurabh

2010-10-22T04:48:00.000-07:00

There is a Story behind my name - Saurabh..

It is believed that if Jupiter and Mars are in the same house of a Child's Horoscope, the Child is abducted by god at an early age of 13. The same was the Case with me.

Then my parents thought of giving me such a name which may not be in the List of Yamraj. They found out 100 names of gods, which were "Type Mismatch" in Chitragupta's Account. They realized that if they call me with those names I will always be Hidden from Yamdoot's Vision.

But in North India, Contrary to South India, People generally have 1 or 2 first names and Keeping 100 god names together was not Fancy. So they Decided to combine all the 100 names and kept my name Saurabh(100 rab meaning 100 gods)..

Disclaimer: This is a work of Fiction. Writer has no intention to hurt the Sentiments of Jupiter and Mars.

A small Love Story.....

2010-07-19T07:52:00.000-07:00

This is a story where a boy meets girl. The boy, SG, New Delhi, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad Kumar shanu songs and a total mis-reading of the movie 'Suraj ka Satwa ghoda'.......

The girl, M, Dehradun, didn't share dis belief. Since d disloyalty
of her previous boyfriend she'd only love 2 things. 1st was her
straight golden hair & 2nd was how easily she cud cut it off & not feel a thing. SG meets her on Jan 17th, his b'day. He knows
almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. T...his is a
story where boy meets girl, but u should know, this is not a
love story..

They fell for each other n planned their lives together.. Not knowing that a storm was on the Horizon... A storm of insecurities, guilt, ego, and screams... M wanted to hold on to SG, but SG had to go... The Distances in Miles soon converted to distances in he...art... Making both of them apart for no reason... Leaving only memories Behind...

Wen it rains it reminds SG of M... He always walks outside in d rain & kiss
it just for M.... Next time wen M see a storm on d horizon she must not fear... it's just heaven doing SG d favour of Kissing her.... M might walk
outside & kiss d rain whenever she needs him...

Well now i change my words... This is a story where a boy does not meet d gal... But u should know... This is A Love Story..... Period.

Marriage Invitation – Shaadi ka card

2009-12-27T13:33:00.000-08:00

“Us raat wo mujhe apni shaadi ka card dene aayi thi….”

That night she came to invite me for her marriage. It was around 8 – 8:30 pm when she arrived. As always, I switched on the TV so that neighbors couldn’t hear us. I asked her, “Pizza order kar dun?” but she said that she had dinner before coming and she need to go back immediately. She gave me the wedding card and stood up to go. While I was reading the card, she started playing with my hairs, looking at me, as if waiting for me to say something but I had no words. I just sat quietly looking at her engagement ring hovering just above my eyes, playing hide and seek in my hairs. I wanted to kiss her for a last time but she would have thought that at this moment also I have only lust in my mind, so I refrained. But that urge remained in me, not due to some wild feelings but due to my love for her. My thoughts were interrupted; she said, “chalo mujhe room tak chhod aao.”

We started walking down the lane. She was telling me about all the shopping she had done and I was listening to her as curiously as I could. At Bhel chowk, I asked her for Ice-cream but she said that dinner is ready at her room. I reminded her that she had told me that she had her dinner before coming. She replied, “Ji no, maine yehi kaha tha ki khaana bana kar aayi hun. Tumhe kuch yaad nahi.” At that time I didn’t wanted to argue with her, so I showed as I had really forgotten what she had said about dinner. I knew that a little poking may again start the never ending arguments that I had no answers to:

“Tumhe meri kya fiqr hai?”
“Tumhe to kuch farq hi nahi padta.”
“Main hi itni buri hun naa.”
“Tum to ladke ho.”
“Pehle to itne caring they.”

To avoid the bombardment of such one liners again, I changed the topic. She now started telling me about her loving in-laws and sweet hubby. I also faked about a new gal I had met. Both of us were pretending that we were too happy in our own Different worlds, but I was not. She wasn’t either.

Soon we were a few steps prior to her building’s gate. This was the point where I had to part from her each day. Generally, she would talk to me standing there for a few minutes before going in. But that day, she just said “bye” and moved ahead of me. I couldn’t move or even say anything. She entered the gate without looking back at me and now I could see only her hands closing the door. Those were her last physical features I saw, her hands parting away from me and vanishing in the darkness of night.

Nobel for Peace - Why Obama? Why not Manmohan?

2009-10-11T12:19:00.000-07:00

Two Days past Karwa Chauth, I was thinking that what Michelle Obama, the most powerful lady of the world, would have asked to god as her gift. A Long life for Obama? A successful Presidentship? Or something as deadly as Osama’s Head? I got my answer when I switched on my Television set. Flashing news and re-iterating billboards claimed that Barack Hussein Obama has been chosen for this years Nobel Prize for Peace.

Peace? With my little knowledge over the matter I could only comprehend that Obama has just made some promises and the outcome is still to be seen. Is it only his Rhetorical speeches that have owned him this reward? As I continued watching the news I found that every Community as well as Individual had his/her different viewpoints on the issue. And then I saw something that invigorated within me the idea of writing this manuscript. It was, Oh sorry, He was none other than our Own He-Man, Manmohan Singh. He was complimenting Obama on his achievement and was trying to look happy but I could easily notice sadness and pain in his eyes. I very well knew the reason by that time.

It was Mr. Manmohan Singh who deserved this Nobel for Peace. What is it that he has not done to maintain the Peace and Prosperity of This World? His deeds have always laid examples of Extreme calmness and Devotion towards Humanity. Manmohan himself has never showed any vindictive characteristics, he has always been benevolent.

Even after 26/11 attacks he has shown no Jaundice towards Pakistan and has always been Optimistic that Pakistan will take some actions, And when he realized that no such action will be taken he started building propinquity with Pakistan by meeting their Diplomats on Dinners and cocktail parties. He denied the fact that China could ever attack India and suggested everyone to be calm. He has always kept mum over the issue of US aid to Pakistan because he do not want to hamper relationships between the two. How can you Deny Noble to such a great soul Who Requested Srilanka to stop Killing Terrorists of their own country, as Human killing was Insane. Recently, He announced that no military action will be taken against our Maoist brothers who slaughtered 17 of our police officers. He is so Fervor to maintain peace that he even overruled the message Of Lord Krishna (in Mahabharata) that galvanized one to raise weapon against his own brothers to fulfill his Karma.

So peace loving and altruistic Mr. Manmohan Singh is. I still can not buy the fact that he is not the one who is getting The Nobel for Peace. It is a Definite Faux Pas. The Janus Faced jury of Nobel has not even considered him as a co-winner with Obama. If Rajeev Khandelwal Would have asked Obama on the sets of “Sach Ka Saamna” then Obama would also have agreed that Manmohan Singh ji is the Right Candidate for this Award.

It calls for a Reprisal. We can not let go Manmohan Ji be deprived of his Rights. We all must be Indignant for this Injustice done to our beloved Leader. No one in this World can disparage a person who is so kind at heart. I would urge the Cyber Catalyst of India Mr. Shashi Tharoor to take the Rightful and Peaceful Diplomatic Actions in this regard. Mr. Barack Obama should Himself step back. And If Obama is Sceptical that whether We Indians can do anything to get this Nobel for Manmohan then he must Right Away Learn From here – YES, WE CAN!

My story : Character Assasination !!!!

2009-07-25T12:49:00.000-07:00

I did not killed Myself...........

Although, it was the day of my brother’s marriage but I was not drunken. Still, I will not be able to tell you all the events in the correct chronological order. The Reason might be the magnitude of the occasion or the intoxication due to work.

The Baarat had reached the destination, the place been booked for the Grand Feast. Everyone appeared to be in best of his shape and arrogance. The Dj was turned on and some people were busy in dragging other people to the dance floor instead of giving their own performances. Others were lost in tasting the ecstasies of the delicious food. However, a few were trying doing what they were really supposed to do (blessing the bride and groom). A few times bhai(the groom) was also dragged to the dance floor but was soon put back to stage as older people thought that this was against the marital laws (As if the groom was not to be so happy in his own marriage)
Everything was going fine when I was called aside by one of my uncles. He had a problem (A very serious one for him); His car got punctured at the parking of the ceremony ground. He wished to go back to his lodging room to drop his kids. I offered him another car that was standing idle at that time but he was adamant in going in his own car (Advocate’s instinct). So he ordered me to call the driver we had hired and ask him to mend the puncture first. I called up the man in demand but he had gone in one of the car to bring the boxes of sweet to be distributed in the relatives. He would have not been back by another hour. Mending the puncture was the need of the hour for my uncle. But I couldn’t help so in a rage of alcohol and anger he cursed me of not helping him and being lethargic. Cunningly, I escaped him in lieu of some other important task.

An hour later, he (My uncle) caught me again blaming me of forgetting my duties. I knew that the driver would have returned so I headed towards the parking to find the driver and asked him to fix my uncle’s car puncture. As I was coming back from there I found that one of my college friend Rajul was starting his own car. I rushed to him and enquired the matter to him (He had promised to stay for the whole night). He told me that there was an urgent call from his home and he will have to go back so I allowed him to go. After that the night was smoother for me instead of the Hardwar uncle quarrel and the car decorator not turning up (We had to decorate the car ourselves).

2 days after the marriage, when bhaiya bhabhi have moved out for their tour, all unimportant guests had gone back and only a few chosen one were still at our home, I received a surprising feedback. My Fufaji told me that one of my friend was trying to steal the bag of money from him. I remembered that my dad has given the responsibility of the cash bag to this man. Following is what I was briefed from my fufaji regarding the incident,

“Fufaji and his family were standing near the stage and they had kept the cash bag at a chair beside them. One of my friend who was wearing brown coat and spiky hairs and who has been following their family since quit a long time came to them and asked if he could keep his brown coat near there bag for some time as he wanted to dance. He also told fufaji that he was a friend of mine. But Fufaji knew his evil intensions that he will steal the bag when he will pick his coat back, so fufaji told my friend to take away his coat from there and not to follow them anymore otherwise it won’t be good for him. My friend was frightened by such words of my fufaji and he left the scene immediately and was not seen in the marriage later. ”

I asked fufaji, buaji and their daughter vini (all those who were present at that scene) about the looks of my friend but couldn’t get any clue of whether he was a school, Society or college friend. However by the evening that day, all my relatives who were left back at home after marriage got to know about the evil deeds of my friend. Everyone started mumbling about what worse a friend circle I have got. Some of them even threw words at me directly. My maternal aunty announced,
“I have seen Saurabh drunk too and he might also be involved in other indecent activities. Living away from home has spoilt his brand and way of living. Saurabh is uncivilized, ill-mannered and he also argues with his elders. Saurabh should be kept at home; all his friends should be debarred from meeting him. Saurabh’s Friend is not the Culprit, Saurabh himself is the sinner. ”

Others also added to my award by putting their words of belief about me. I was amazed by the change of scene as this was the crowd who was hailing me hours ago, for the arrangements been done at the marriage. Such a quick change of mind set, so fast image reversal of my character. However I just passed my time somehow till the guests went back, hiding my eyes from them, feeling guilty of an unknown undone fault.

A week later, forgetting this incident, I went back to my college. My roommates were very happy to see the kundan’s mithaai I took back for them. Everyone asked about how was marriage? Did girls come from bride’s side? What did u got as gift? How much I drunk? Some even reminded me that now it was my turn next in my family to get married.

After 1 or 2 days, my roommate rajul asked me that when can he get to see the pics of the ceremonies. I asked him as to why was He so eager to see them as he had already attended the marriage. Then he told me about a gal he saw at the grand feast ceremony. He described to me,

“She was a very beautiful gal and was wearing maroon lahenga. She was dancing on the dance floor with a person in brown French beard. Ohh man, she was too gorgeous. From the Dance floor an old man and his wife called her for dinner. They might be her parents. As this family moved to dinner rajul followed them and had a dinner parallel to them. Then the family moved towards the stage. The gal was cheering up the groom from there itself. An Idea struck rajul’s mind to start the conversation. He took out his coat, went near them and asked the gal, keeping his coat over their luggage bag, that he is my friend and wanted to keep his coat in their supervision with their luggage just for a few minutes. But the gal’s father got a bit angry and scolded him. This was the reason that rajul’s mood got off and he went back instantly from the marriage to prevent any further action against him. ”

Now I was getting everything clearly in my head. It was Rajul – The thief! Who, instead of that bag, wanted to steal the heart of that gal. And it was vini, my cousin, who was the target instead of that bag. I realized that none of my friends ever knew about the cash bag and moreover I had always trusted them for my thousands of rupees. As soon as I got the pics I got it confirmed from rajul that the gal was vini herself. I thought of telling the whole truth of this incident to my parents but avoided as following a gal is also considered an offense equal as theft in our society. I didn’t even told rajul about my sufferings regarding the incident. And what I could have said to my relatives now, who have already established my character by cursing me and accusing me of keeping a low graded friend circle. The incident was not too big so as to remember for a long period but I remember it coz that incident showed me that how people change their opinion about you instantly without even knowing the actual truth and also it was this incident from which I learned that there are some truths about you that only you know in this world. And you don’t even know whether to share them or not. Even though my virtue has been on stake during this incident, but i did not killed myself.

Remarks: This text is not intended to abash my relatives as well as my friends. I have kept myself as the protagonist for the sake of clarity in the story. All names are Fictitious. Please don’t Mind.

Krishna ki Chetavani

2009-07-25T12:36:00.000-07:00

This is a poem describing how the greatest battle of this world "MAHABHARAT" Started. A part of it was also used in the recent movie GULAAL for the purpose of moving the protagonist on the way peace. I don't know who has written this poem but i find it one of the best i have read in my life, so i am posting it here.

krishna ki chetavani:

varsho tak van me ghoom ghoom
badhaa vighno ko choom choom
seh dhoop ghaam paani patthar
pandav aaye kuchh aur nikhar

soubhagya na sab din hota hai
dekhen aage kya hota hai

maitri ki raah dikhane ko
sab ko sumarg pe laane ko
duryodhan ko samjhane ko
bheeshan vidhwans bachane ko
bhagwan hastinapur aaye
pandav ka sandesha laaye

do nyaay agar to aadhaa do
par isme bhi yadi baadha ho
to de do kewal paanch gram (gram = village)
rakho apni dharti tamaam

hum vahin khushi se khayenge
parijan pe asi na uthayenge (asi = hathiyaar)

duryodhan woh bhi de na saka
ashish samaj ki le na saka
ulte hari ko bandhne chala
jo tha asadhya sadhne chala

jab naash manuj par chhata hai
pehle vivek mar jata hai

hari ne bheeshan hunkar kiya
apna swaroop vistar kiya
dagmag dagmag diggaj dole
bhagwan kupit hokar bole

janjeer badhaa ab saadh mujhe
haa haa duryodhan baandh mujhe

yeh dekh gagan mujhme lay hai
yeh dekh pawan mujhme lay hai
mujhme vileen jhankaar sakal
mujhme lay hai sansaar sakal

amratva phhoolta hai mujhme
sanhaar jhoolta hai mujhme
sab janm mujhi se paate hain
phir laut mujhi mein aate hain

baandhne mujhe to aaya hai
janjeer badi kya laaya hai?
yadi mujhe baandhna chahe mann
pahle tu baandh anant gagan
soone ko saadh na sakta hai
wo mujhe baandh kab sakta hai?

hit vachan nahi tune maana
maitri ka moolya na pahchana
to le ab main bhi jata hoon
antim sankalp sunaata hoon

yaachna nahi ab rann hoga
jivan jai ya ki maran hoga
duryodhan rann aisa hoga
phir kabhi nahi jaisa hoga

bhai par bhai tootenge
vish-baan boond-se chutenge
saubhagya manuj ke phootenge
vaayas shrigaal sukh lootenge

thi sabhaa sann, sab log darre
chup they ya they behosh pade
kewal do nar na aghate they
dhrishtrashtra-vidur sukh paate they

kar jod khare pramudit nirbhay
dono pukaarte they jai-jai..

Youth's Story in the world of Recession

2009-05-29T22:06:00.000-07:00

The Engineer boy who goes to the big city, attracted by the easy nature of the work (real or imaginary), by shorter hours, but most of all by the dazzling light emanating from the metropolis, is accustomed to a certain security in the matter of livelihood. He leaves his old job only when there is at least some prospect of a new one. For there is a great lack of Technical workers, hence the probability of any long period of unemployment is in itself small. It is a mistake to believe that the young fellow who goes to the big city is made of poorer stuff than his brother who continues to make an honest living from the Farmer sod. No, on the contrary: experience shows that all those elements which emigrate consist of the healthiest and most energetic natures, rather than conversely. Yet among these 'emigrants' we must count, not only those who go to America, but to an equal degree the young farmhand who resolves to leave his native village for the strange city. He, too, is prepared to face an uncertain fate. As a rule he arrives in the big city with a certain amount of money; he has no need to lose heart on the very first day if he has the ill fortune to find no work for any length of time. But it is worse if, after finding a job, A recession comes and he soon loses it. To find a new one, especially in an Economic meltdown, is often difficult if not impossible. Even so, the first weeks are tolerable. He receives an unemployment benefit from his Final settlements and manages as well as possible. But when his last Rupee is gone and the Bank, due to the long duration of his unpayment, discontinues its credit card facilities, great hardships begin. Now he walks the streets, hungry; often he pawns and sells his last possessions; Works in call centre; his clothing, Voice, Physique becomes more and more wretched; and thus he sinks into external surroundings which, on top of his physical misfortune, also poison his soul. If he is evicted and if (as is so often the case) this occurs in loneliness, his misery is very great. At length he finds some sort of job again. But the old story is repeated. The same thing happens a second time, the third time perhaps it is even worse, and little by little he learns to bear the eternal insecurity with greater and greater indifference. At last the repetition becomes a habit.
And so this man, who was formerly so hard-working, grows lax in his whole view of life and gradually becomes the instrument of those who use him only for their own base advantage. He has so often been unemployed through no fault of his own that one time more or less ceases to matter, even when the aim is no longer to fight for economic rights, but to destroy political, social, or cultural values in general. He may not be exactly enthusiastic about strikes, but at any rate he has become indifferent.
Who can solve this problem? Who can give our young blood an enthusiasm towards his career?
It's the Government..
But the government Which 50%(approx. voting percentage) of India(so called) choose is just busy distributing ministeries and powers to it's friends and supporters. No one has time to think of the gresh graduate who wants to live his life in peace. There is no law to safeguard his job.
Our new Labour and Employement Minister Mr. Harish Rawat must look into the matter and should protect the rights of the young. This will also help in avoiding these young gutts from going into the World of Crime.