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Perfect Ending

2012-02-15T14:51:00.002+05:30

Casting couch

2012-02-08T13:15:00.000+05:30

Casting couch
-The only sleepless night you never dream more than achieving one of your best dreams

I would initially take the permission or rather directly say to the readers that what we are going to read or discuss virtually, in the next coming lines is not something we call “not to be open”.

More or less, it is never time bound or it is never as conditioned as a prayer. It is the nature which answers every time we ask such questions to ourselves. We have religions that guide us, governments that observe us and mend us. We have everything that is quite built up to monitor us in and out. But what does that goes missing every time we encounter a mistake in a colony. I better don’t mention it as a mistake, as mistakes are a kind of accidents, I go with the word sin, mistake done with intentions. Sin is not a religious word; it is something an individual can’t accept it socially or privately. It is a kind of undesirable act that one gets hurt and is moved mentally to a state of neutrality towards the rest of the society. I think I need not go with more lines to define what a sin means. Apart from how the mankind evolved to the present state and how important some kinds of monitors like religion, became very important and how unbelievable truths like that there is no one observing from the above are never minded , sinning has become a part of our life. It travels from basics to a point where there is no place for ethics.

We drink water, to quench our thirst. We eat food, to nullify the hunger. We dress to protect us from weather. We breathe to live. This is what my science teacher taught me in my schooling, and gave a clue that necessity drives things. Going with these basic needs like food, water etc, I only need a part of astonishment to what I saw aftermath those science classes. I learnt desires are everywhere; we just need to attend them. Sex is one kind of them. It is one of the most important desires when attended, evolves generations and colonies. Historians soon found that it was labeled as a gift of god. Indeed it is one of simplest forms of creativity man has till date. May be to have the best of its share, marriage came into form. We respect it till today and hope it continues to be.

Here comes the actual reason that made me to study a bit a deeper about the essence of such desires and its qualities. Like many of other necessities, sex is a recurring one and continues to knock our door till death. One should acknowledge that showing disinterest towards sex is just a bluff game.

So what is its perspective in the present societies? I had to go back to things where it started to explain the present scenarios. And what did I infer from these kinds of time travels? I got to know it moved along unchanged with the other advancements, like technology and science. We got everything changed expect it in its core. Can we change the philosophy of hunger by any means? Not exactly, that we cant, we never wanted to?

But when it comes to the discussion which brings disciplines and religions into picture, acquiring sex is always lie in the dark portions of day. It is made secret and thus turning it into a precious thing. Like the way we have a menu list for our core desire hunger, sex developed to stage we always never dreamt off. In fact we never dreamt it to be so over exposed and big. We never knew it would be so big. Yes it went to become so big that it intervened as a solution to even the simplest of the problems. The only accepted solution to wind up loose ends.

Going deeper, I heard personally from people, that it is present every where, from school to parliament. It is the desire to have sex as an exchange to some other needs. Why should we have sex as an exchange to something we need to give? Don’t mind adding the word we to the sentences. The word we is not only us, but the whole of the disturbed minds who might not be readers of this text. And coming to the point to which the question is raised, let me see how positively we can conclude to make sense that bartering sex is a right thing. The answer wouldn’t so complex as the question was. If not here, from where can we get it? Is it from brothel, to where we never go head held high? Is it from the call girls, whom we can’t believe it to be so excitingly clean? Is it from home, where one can’t get it as it used to be earlier? Sex from home is considered to be a depreciative aspect in many of the families. Either it is because of the lady who becomes comparatively busy with chores or it is the man who tries to find it from the outside? The reasons are plenty. But what actually doesn’t need a clarification is the kind of attraction in everyone of us, towards the opposite gender. It is natural instinct. It is so strong that no other attraction or interest when made parallel succeeds to nullify it.

This is where the actual thing starts. Ask for what you want and give what they ask for. I have seen many a people importing news from film industries stating that this kind of barter system, what we call, casting couch is desperately exiting amidst all the disciplines, moreover becoming a known secret day by day. It is not only ruling in the film industries, but it is there everywhere, may be in the apartment next door. From a simple rape attempt on maid to having secret sex with the intern in white house, it prevails as an undefeated enemy of the society. Although we learnt all the school disciplines and imparting religious lessons, we never tried to bury this kind of desire for centuries, or at the least never attempted to lessen it. Instead we tried to make it live in our dark chambers; we feed it with the victim’s helplessness and our exchangeable item. It went on to become invisible lines in the application to be filled, to get what we want. And how do the others look at having sex with a stranger? It is just like drinking the costly wine secretly in washrooms. Like a drug, it masters us to be an animal at times. And I understood it can’t be positively tagged no matter how obediently nature answers me, rather it can be told as one of the social evil which starts from home and ends in streets. And may be that’s why sex is always kept secret and never discussed. The more you know about it too early, the more you wanted to consume it from everywhere. Sometimes we name it love. Some we need not, when no one is asking us to reason.

Living is never free; we need to pay for it. Beyond money and argument.

Aroon Kumar

Under the words

2012-02-04T17:46:00.001+05:30

“I stopped searching in real world for the characters of my concluded stories; it looked bit difficult to relate each and everything thing to state that I write real stories. Instead I went in the reverse way, writing the stories of real people I meet, making it more difficult for me to digest the reality I find, thus ending up fictionalizing it for my own comfort. Writing itself is hiding something beautifully beneath the words.”

Aroon Kumar,Snippets from my Diaries

Decoration of independence

2012-02-01T10:38:00.000+05:30

Decoration of independence

As I continued talking to a stranger on my way to places, I had to fight stopping myself to express my appreciation to someone who created this little word freedom. I had had always the kind of feeling that none of us were free, but that unexpected encounter with the stranger taught me, none of us ever tried to be free. The stranger was a lonely mother of an infant. She works in some kind of private call centre. Her husband died in a misshapen. Only then I could count on the words insecurity and individualism. Both of these cannot walk together. And when I saw that the journey was ending, I could only give a broad smile to the lady and her attitude towards satisfying the hunger beyond the Indian customs.

From the families which wash out their hands by marrying their girls to some nice men to the singles which live heads held high, traditions which oppose freedom to girls and women go blurred into darkness. Many of these singles fought for their own freedom, choice of living independently, only to see that life has to go on and on even after they lose their loved ones, only to see their children aren’t sharing their agony, only to show that no one is responsible for other’s life.

The only sad thing that contradicted my mood was the way the girls see this freedom these days. Like many modes of freedom, which we misuse, one has to see what kind of decoration they give to their freedom. It is beautiful and precious only when it is pursued, not when it is prearranged.

Aroon
aroonism.blogspot.com

Holy Sacrifice.

2012-01-24T11:54:00.002+05:30

Holy sacrifice.

Long back, there used to be a king, reining a kingdom to its best governance. Well, he spent all his life to make sure the kingdom never feels downtrodden under his rule. In no time he happened to be a nice man. But in the deeper sense, a king is still a human like many of his subjects. He had a child, a boy. The boy grew up under the shade of his father’s goodness and was educated enough that kingship should be his ambition of life. Things didn’t turn as expected. The luxurious life which king-hood could bring him, provoked the ways to achieve it at ease, not knowing Rome cant be built in one day. As he grew up old, alike any teenager, he insisted his father not to charge him with decisions for life. This was where the crack started. No body knew it, until the ministers found king dead in his chamber. The truth was open to everyone, but still they had to elect the treasonous son as their king. May be because his father earned a lot of goodwill and he had every right to wish it to be an investment for his future.He has to sacrifice his own father to the devil inside.

I understood that it’s the basic instinct of being the pinnacle brings you more near to be an animal yourself. To be so, you could even cheat or terminate your nearest one, only to be sure its one of the holiest sacrifices you have to perform for the hungry devils inside, to get the power in return. How would anyone sense, the only short cut for Mr Rahul Gandhi to win the power is by being good to his subjects or just by terminating his mother? The second way is a usual practice when one thinks it’s hard to try the first way. In universal terms, it’s customary to betray and slay anyone blocking your way to power.

With great power comes not only great responsibility, but also holy sacrifices. And with holy sacrifices, your Rome can be built in less than a day.

-Aroon

A BEAD IN THE CHAIN

2012-01-18T18:14:00.000+05:30

When I was very young, young enough to know I am not that old to talk about many things in public, I never knew how I would travel all the way to what I am now, just by basing on the factor that there is no one to judge you other than yourselves. Many a times, I have seen myself and many of my closest colleagues, depending on one or other thing to parametrize themselves to something else. And I got to know we could never be free, free from anything around us. We need them all the time. We need friends to be with us all the time, we need parents to make sure we aren’t alone, we need boss to make us earn and learn, and we need everything to be something else. And when I hear this stupid thought of being free, I couldn’t stop going back to these lines written long back in my childhood. To recite them, “every one of us is like a bead in the chain of climbing mountaineers, to show your strength don’t pull hard you might bring down the whole men above you and never fail to respond to the pull from the men below ,you might be an extra load to them. The balance makes the climb beautiful and successful”. So we are never a free man. You have to answer every pull to get and stand up to every push to receive. In lies the real happiness. The real happiness. Because the moment you think you are free, you are just a breathing stone. The real judge is you. The rest are just your parameters.

Things like Lokpal is for Common man only

2012-01-03T16:45:00.001+05:30

Well, the greatness of this country is, anything can be used as an ingredient to cook the election to best of its taste. Forget about the ballot box, for its just a open drama , directed by the people , as assumed , but edited my someone whom we know very well still coining them to be saviors of the nation. Why do we do that every time? Is that we don’t know about the person whom we are electing every time? Can’t we judge some one who resides in a posh duplex in the street end, who drives some of the luxury cars by our huts? We just breathe the dust, which the tires leave and bow to the man, may be because we don’t have choice or we don’t know how to choose. In this country only three things work. Gandhi, Hinduism and Money. These three things can be divided to dirtiest forms, if need. We achieved our independence since, more than 60 years. Gandhi, if considered a nice man, wouldn’t have remained the same now. This isn’t an assumption or guess. It was proven by the very followers and family men after he passed away. And seems this has been inherited by the family and the whole of the nation too. To be clear, what would you do if you were given the highest position of ruling and asked to control a society? What would you do? Keeps like mapping your days? To be definite about one thing, how polite you are, how ethical you are, can anyone promise for themselves, that these qualities which makes you to be a good human being, remains to be the same even after you get the position offered. Just look at the timeline of a man who turned to a politician from an ordinary man. No ordinary man can become a politician until he changes himself. In a society like ours, we need many factors appended to “goodness” to make a man qualified for handling a group of societies or the nation itself. Like the caste and money, which are the primary things to count, many such things keep on adding to the list; finally make it a bully game. It has no rules, but you still need to follow some things that are made on “war foot basis” to face others, to maintain yourselves, may be to exist in your place. As I said, let’s observe a man who resides in your neighborhood, who becomes a politician. He was born in a high profile family. He does business. Apart from this, he has a good number of people to count on. How do people try to mingle with him? It starts from small family function, where this gentleman happens to get down from a car, with neatly pressed clothes on, and more to observe he looks very normal and grounded. He greets everyone, has a tag of his grandfather who was a poor famer, struggled all his life in a nearby village and turned to be a good man in the society. People often trace back to the history of any man, before they need to consider him to be genuine. If something like displaying generosity whenever needed or helping someone in a big issues raises the profile of this man. And so, he is the qualified “someone” to be considered or can be relied on. And if this man isn’t from a high profile, all this would take a little more time to come to a form, but need not be a smoothly made pottery, for he might need to face the bully game rules right from the beginning he gets down from the car. That’s a different ball game.

So that’s the first chapter. And this is from here the actual thing comes out. You need a friend to make yourselves sure that you aren’t insecure or alone. Do we agree this? We need to. It’s because many of this kind of relations start from the internal needs of a person. He needs some one to make sure he is not the one alone to face the situations. Insecurity and company makes a person friend to anyone. In connection to this, any person chosen, if this man is considered to be a nice one, to be the same need not have a good amount of homogenous followers and supportive colleagues. The point is, if you were riding a bike on a busy road, no matter how careful you are, accidents can happen because of the other riders. So one can’t be sure how this man can turn, once we elect him and send him to the assembly. He must have turned bad by facing the initial counters from the moment he gets down from a car, or he must have turned bad during the latent time where he measures himself that every one is behind him for some help or others treating him as a demigod, or he must have turned bad after elections, needing to cope up the demands from the big heads of the society who supported him all the way to what is made to or simply he is bad right from the beginning. One can’t trace this change because it’s completely personal aspect. Everything needs to be upgraded, so is he. So once this gentleman gets a position, it is quite natural that he gets more freedom, which is to protect the nation, but in real is used to control many other aspects. He is just an ordinary businessman, a son of a poor farmer, but what made him to change a lot? Power? It isn’t because of lack of education. It is because of lack of fear. How do you expect the head of the family to so answerable same as the member of the family? To whom should these politicians need to answer? People? Courts? Laws? Laws can be violated. Courts can be bribed. And people, what one need to answer them? Well, who are these people? Leave us, we never vote or may be we never are in need of it. There is large part of main land that still remains in the ignorance of Gandhi. They still believe Mr. Gandhi is ruling the nation through their children and family men. They still believe that only a Hindu can do good to another Hindu. They still believe that castism still holds good for maintaining a better society. They still believe only a rich man can help the poor. Applying all this ignorance, one designs a man, sends him to the centre and finally sees that none of these assumption lived up to expectation, but what stays a result is just a bauble. Feels like, we need to wash this nation from roots. Lokpal bill is one of its kind to help us in getting rid of bad societies. It reduces the power of someone whom we couldn’t believe from decades. Then how could you promisingly protect a law in return to protect us.

One can easily sense how this bill, like many, was changed to something which isn’t a law at all. It was just hyped to make the coming elections go through well. But in real senses no one actually need something like Lokpal. For the common man who turned to a politician doesn’t want to govern himself and for someone who supports him doesn’t want to bring unnecessary headaches to themselves. All who need is common man who remains to be a common man forever. Now the same common man is in the junction of changing the nation or just waiting someone else to do it for him. In the words of a poet “A good individual forms good friends. Good friends forms good families. Good families forms good societies. Good societies forms good nations.”

Written by Aroon

Fastings

2011-12-07T11:07:00.000+05:30

Tracing back to the times where there was hopelessness in and around every Indian, reasons apart, I could only get the hypothetical drama that was induced to the minds of every citizen is “fasting onto death”. None of them actually knew how fake it would be demanding something big, only by projecting a fear of losing a single man. The one who knew didn’t have much time to educate people who are emotionally inclined to such fastings. The one who, had both time and opportunity to tell the people how fake it was, didn’t utter any word. In doing so he or she might lose his or her only weapon that can make the fools to follow him or her and fight the injustice. On the flip-side, it is a right choice to hallucinate the mob and make them unitary power to rebel. Everything was fine. This mode of introducing fasting to modern Indian public was achieved my Mr. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. The British weren’t sensitive in losing that lean man, but was indeed crushed in the magic that waved the rest of the nation by his fastings. To impress the public, they didn’t have a choice other than to listen to this lean man. What went astray and unproven was the genuineness behind those fastings. It just projected a symbol of stubbornness, but deep inside it had the desire of making things bent at the cost of foolishness of the entire nation. Yes need a fake paths run for victory, for our feet cannot bear the thorns in the original ones. Fasting was one of these kinds. Like religion, it just tells us that someone will have to come to sacrifice and solve our problems. So is that we feel good to support it every time, we have no way other than using it to demand something, we have no idea what a real fight looks like. Silence is a good weapon, but not the solving one every time. By the time your enemy gets the knowledge of this, you need to eat something to fight his way. Fasters, wake up. The world’s memorable revolutions don’t have people like you as heroes.

-Aroon

www.aroonism.blogspot.com

The losing of Eye contact

2011-12-05T14:34:00.000+05:30

“I had this usual kind of behavior back in my childhood, not to look into others eyes, whenever I was making a conversation with them. I had a fear in doing so. Not that I was shy, or that I did some mistake, I found that eyes were the first medium of communication of any individual, much before anyone would tell something, they tell it out through their eyes. The feelings like anger, sympathy, hatredness any many more come out even before we express them orally. I think I missed a lot such kind of stuff. I just never looked. For some reason, I thought that whenever we look into eyes while conversing, we might readily lose or change my next expression which is a usual thing that many of us do to make us to impress the others. On the next level, we change our expression to see that we aren’t going out of the conversation and the listener isn’t satisfied with our words. Such adaptability, that is deep inside every one of us, makes us good speakers. But I am not here to tell stories and impress people. I wanted to express what’s inside me. And this kind of behavior turned me into an adamant expressionist and later on got labeled me as an abnormal thinker. It went on till I became apathetic to others facial expressions unless I am so connected to them. I just went on expressing what I feel like to. So it didn’t end up like an eye to eye thing, instead it crept a little deeper and ended up to be mind to mind conversation every time I talk to others. It gave me everything. From good friends to real enemies.”

–Aroon

from "Snippets of my Diaries"

Symphony-written by Kalyan

2011-11-30T11:55:00.003+05:30

Symphony

Lazy drunken breeze
wandering the silent earth
whistling its forlorn song,
The old rusty street light
with its flickering might
challenging the night,
Weary nomadic leaf
dry in its heart and thought
humming its noisy tune,
an old rum bottle
emptied by a dreary heart
rolling alone on the deserted street,
such is the symphony
of a thick snowy winters night
Friendless and with a timeless gait.

-Kalyan

kalyanengg04@gmail.com

Coordination

2011-11-29T13:00:00.001+05:30

NO SINGLE MAN

CAN COMPLETE

LIST OF JOBS

WITHOUT

PLANNING

NO GROUP OF MEN

CAN COMPLETE

SINGLE JOB

WITHOUT

COORDINATION

-aroon

Philosophy

2011-11-28T12:34:00.001+05:30

"Philosophy is one kind of Entertainment. Its often exclusive, may be because it is more in fiction and less in reality for the one who doesn’t enjoy it and vice-verse for the one who enjoys it."

-aroon

Inside Mr Pawan Kalyan

2011-11-23T15:48:00.003+05:30

It is quite evident to this society I am writing to, that any man who has internally developed some kind of thesis and very often cries internally whenever he fails to apply it to his life, will never miss a chance to grab the same society’s attention either when everything around him runs in accordance to his dreams or when he remains alone sticking to his own philosophies and norms. In both the cases, the same society looks at him and can easily acknowledge that he is standing alone, with tears rolling behind his glowing eyes balls, in some cases with his hand raised onto the skies showing everyone that the day has come and he need to live it. It is such a wakeful thing to see a man in such overwhelming situations either as a hermit busily digging for the gold in some distant abandoned coalmines or as a simple athlete who breathes heavily at the end of the race looking at the crowd to show what’s in him. Well, it is such a nice thing to see. We all are born under the same sun, to same kind of mammals, from the same kind of actions that results a human birth. But we are all different in the way we see the world before us. Some kind of thing awakens internally to respond to the situations beyond these human epics, rules and regulations. Such things make you to struggle for the rest of your life. And this is what Mr Kalyan, also known as Mr Pawan Kalyan has gone through all the way to what he is now to us. I simply raised this protracted introduction hoping at least a part of it gets induced to the readers for most of us never try to know about a person beyond his personality that outlooks to us, leaving most of the actual thing that internally runs everything of that person. To say in a nutshell, such things can never be told. Looking back to the times when I wasn’t attached much to the Telugu film industry, I had this kind of comprehending things that come in my way. One of them was Mr Pawan, at whom I started looking beyond his silver screens appearances and film stories. On comparing the then derived comprehensions to those I got from looking at him talking in a public gathering, I was able to connect the dots very easily, confirming my self that I got him completely in my words and assumptions. He isn’t here like a spark, like something that comes out suddenly as result of something else, but he is here like a growing personality. Yes, most of us agree or may be has to agree, that he was well trained in combating arts before he was introduced to many of us, from where he later grabbed the title Pawan to prefix his name for the rest of his film career. And then he came to the screens, stayed there, and conquered most if it till now. The words “till now” brings us a lot of difference, for the rest of his career from now might not be as mixed us as it was till now. Mixed up with what? Mixed up with a lot of things.

Going back again, he is one of the existing film celebrities having the capability to look at his films as an opportunity to tell this society something that is in his scope, which was quite less in footage in his earlier films relying only on songs and choreography, but later developed to expand to the story lines, may be to a scene or something making sure this kind of using a media to preach the viewers remained till now from the time he got to know that it is beyond the traditional story telling one has to do something for the society. When did all this start? No one knew. It’s a man greatest secret. May be it is even tough for his elder brother Mr Chiranjeevi, who was also a film star, to tell us about all this mystic versions of Mr Pawan. His bother, Mr Nagababu also an award winning producer, often tell us now and then that he learnt a lot from his younger bother. What is that he actually learnt from his brother? Not only it is he who has learnt from Mr Pawan, but it is everyone who can reasonably look him very close and tried to converse with him at least once. It is most of the things which books can make us read, most of things one cannot get through the ordinary way of looking at this world. Most of things, well that remains quite enigmatic to a normal human like you, me and many more. It is quite difficult to get his underlying notion when he took out his pistol in a press questionnaire to submit it to the licensor and when he shouted on the public dais like a mad man during his brother’s election canvass. It is quite rude and ignorant to use the word “mad” to portray his actuality but most of do use to describe him. Quite ignorant. Well most of us do in his case, every time, may be because we never had been very close to situations and conditions that turn a dreams to fire. It is when you feel you can’t paint your dreams and your ideas with the traditional paint brushes; you try to look at the scorning world around with a different eye, ultimately coining yourself as a rude and mad man forever. It started in Mr Pawan, days back when he was an ordinary boy, a brother of a film star. When he thought that his education teaches him nothing, he just left it to schools and started living in the open classrooms which later showed him various kinds of people, minds, situations even amidst his brother’s luxury. Not to look at situations that metamorphosed him, what one has to observe is his openness to learn humane things and his enthusiasm and passion to find an opportunity to spread it to others. This made him to be different from his fellow stars who were quite busy in using their father’s or brother’s legacies to create an immediate stardoms. To Mr Pawan it took him a leap year to know who he is, beyond the sparkles of his brother’s image. Not waiting for a signal, he immediately changed the gears to new life. This is the point where people started looking at him, cheered at him, listened to him, followed him, and imitated him. He introduced Ricky martin to distant village radios, he removed the stiff limbs from the profile of protagonists, and he showed a typical father what a son really likes to do in college days. He theorized to the choreographers that songs aren’t aerobic classes. He explained the fight masters how to grab the frame that really transfers the intention of a fighter in the scene to the viewer. He made us to listen how good is to be out of formulae. And what followed next is what everyone knew. Once in a year he comes like an awaiting festival, cheers everyone and remains in dreams till his next appearance. This happened until he himself was trapped in some kind of deliverable failures. After Kushi, none of them who felt they are creative could make him reach to what his fans expected. And the graph declined very gradually and alerted all the rest of his colleagues to rule the screen meanwhile. Many of the present day stars are now in a good position only by using his dark period. Who wanted to see a little boy whistling to blow the cars into air? Who needs to see a small kid to fight with brawny villains in saving his girl friend? Who really praises to see little men imitating the Mr Pawan on screens to impress a girl? Actually no one wishes to see. His dark period was just a birth place to many of the present ruling young heroes on Telugu screens. This failed to shake his stardom even. Everything went in vain but it’s not him that most of us lost. Well to this kind of a personality, a failure and victory would taste the same. He tried to come out of something that stopped him to apply himself to a product completely. And it was in the time of Jhonny, that this kind of freedom showed up to many like us. It was an unexpected festival to notice. That didn’t last for many days, when the box office announced the film as a commercial failure. The film was a technical eye-opener to many of the dogmatic stunt- choreographers at that time. Later it was a lesson unused.

And it remained till now, that none of the creative story tellers would come up with their collars up, to announce a story for him. He remained as sour grapes to many of the foxes. To reach him and get people impressed as their film hero, remained till date as a risky road to travel on to many of the Telugu film directors. Many did try, but failed even after erstwhile attempts. What made him to be a difficult tool to handle for many of the skilled ones in the industry? What made most of the acclaimed sculptors to find difficulty in craving the angel in him? It is the individualism that stopped all the hands to brush him. Quite acquainted to the Telugu film industry, I observed that in the course of making a star, any new comer like him has to depend on and believe in one man who can create a profile for him. The upcoming actor has to follow his newly created profile and should continue making films for the rest of the life in the same genre until he or the viewers feel its time to change. And this star, once upon a time a new comer, has to restart his journey searching for new profile makers. And winning in this cycle makes him remain a little longer on silver screens or else the game is over. This is the life cycle of an actor. Mr Pawan didn’t need all this to follow as a new comer. His bother star opened the gateway to the arena. What followed was the way he dealt with the rules of the game. From a quick observation, any new comer of his generation hailing from the film star’s family remained to survive under the suggestions of their elders and never had tried to take the liberty of being a out of the rules. Mr Pawan did it very soon, after realizing that he was none but a star’s brother to many of his viewers. He must have decided not to open his doors to every opportunity that knocks every now and then. To such door knocks, there are many of his colleagues ready to open the doors and accept them as their guests. And one knock that made him to connect the dots to future had suggested him to open his own gateway and close his brother’s. It was from toliprema, that Mr Pawan was defined to what we look at him now. The journey went on to be good till present where he stood alone in a public meet of his film, raising hands to his fans. In his words stay coded the theme of individualism, which he has been following every time and believed it to be the only saving grace to make him remembered for the rest of the life. It was publicly stated that he denied his brother’s offer to join in a ruling party, Indian National Congress, only to show that he isn’t changed to the situations, to show that he isn’t driven by the outside world, to show that he isn’t after positions and fame, to show that he is still that same what he was earlier. And looking at one such man like this, who is roped to his own rules and who wished to be unadulterated, is quite a nice person to learn from. Being a film star and a celebrity he doesn’t need to go through all this, but he want to be what he wishes to be. This doesn’t change even if he man is film star or a simple college student. It is in every history page, stories of men like these, remain highlighted from others. Look at the world beyond these rules; you can get what you wish to call it as a reality. Such men has to face a lot hurdles, but surely remain to be forever in one’s heart. Although he failed to impress his audience throughout this dark period, he never failed to work hard for what he desires to. Failures never change the mind; it just adds new mile stones to travel. What remains forever is your vision. Mr Pawan starts his yet another new journey. “Himself minus his brother’s legacy”. Although he never tired to use his brother’s following as a base tool, he this time claims publicly that it as an unnecessary tool. He handed over his brother’s legacy to his own nephew to enjoy. He showed to everyone that he was till now alone inside, and wished to be the same forever and ever. His “still now” life no longer exists. History is changed.

I wish his new film Panja to be a good product.

Written by Aroon

undefine a life

2011-11-17T10:25:00.006+05:30

Whilst I hear people talking about life, I get things running into my mind, how do they define about something they never met until then. Is it the image of the rest or of the colleagues or of the history that makes them talk about it or is it the fear or a kind of expectation about their own life that makes them talk about it and define it in every quarter of the hour? There is no particular reason why we worry about and scale our own lives just by defining it or listening to the conciseness of life. And there is still no reasonable trust in us relying on what the life is simply defined in a way. And when we don’t these the words running as defined, we move back to the index and pick up something else to move on with. Who prepared the index and who really want it? To support this, we take up the destiny’s help to speak for us some untried epics.

And at the end of the day, we just sleep on our beds wondering how eccentric the day’s life is from our own definitions. We close our tired eyes to dream about how the tomorrow’s life should be defined. This repeats until you find there is a lot of gap between your philosophy about life and your technique of living it. If we start closing this gap, it means you have started living your life. Until then you are just a fairy tale storyteller.

Life is what until it is lived by oneself but not adapted from others. You define it, listen about it, but still you have your own things to be journeyed. What is the big deal in defining it for others, when you have your own thing tangled? Its good to have a map, but its too bad to be without a vision in these woods. For something which cannot be changed or snatched from you, will help you forever than something which is drawn by others and can be easily torn. Live it ere someone else defines it for you.

-aroon

being failure

2011-11-14T18:11:00.001+05:30

“Any aim in your life remains subtle or you neglect it or look at with an eye of inferiority until you find it’s the only thing impossible for you, provided it still remains as an aim to you even after this kind of enlightenment. This happens only if you think you cannot stand as a failure. And for the rest it is just a simple window shopping of aims”

-aroon

Doesn't Matter

2011-11-12T13:10:00.000+05:30

Doesn’t matter, where the gods reside,

And to where the rivers flow.

Doesn’t matter why the ages die,

And to why the squalls blow.

Let me stride and rule this road

Let me be what I am meant to be.

Doesn’t matter why the laws are made

And to why they howl to stop me,

Doesn’t matter why I am alone,

And who is going to follow me,

Let me make my own world,

Let me shape it from my dream.

Doesn’t matter what my precedent did,

And on whom I should deem and rely,

Doesn’t matter to where the roads lead

And to which smile I should reply.

Let me be a god of this second,

Let me show who I am to this world.

aroon

©aroonism.blogspot.com

If I could see that far....

2011-11-01T09:36:00.000+05:30

"Though it was the same from the beginning....I am quite changed in the way I see it now....I have seen many a friends talking about life, but only a little about the way we see it. I had arguments about happiness, about God, about the revolutions, about the Leaders,about interpretations, about the insides, about the ends. So When I look at every glass that shows my Image, It is the vision behind those eyes that make me smile, not the eyes alone. If I could see that far, I can walk a little more further. The path remains the same, I was just changing my shoes all over. Never end the walk, for every little pause will make a decades difference. Keep going , no matter how alone you are in this race.Life never changes, they way you see it should"- Aroon Kumar (Snippets from his diaries) aroonism.blogspot.com

The Steve Jobs Moment

2011-10-31T13:06:00.000+05:30

"OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW."
These were the final words of Mr Steven Paul Jobs, moments before his wife knew they were final. Many of us,expect long journeys and immortals bonding. But the subtle happiness that surrounds you when you feel that you are going to leave this world, the happiness that shows up every time when you be with your family, that very thing seems to give the meaning of the life spent with them. And this gentleman, dint try to exhibit the feeling that he was breaking the journey, he instead simply told that it was really beautiful to live with them. His was the greatest happiness I ever saw. His was the real love. His was the real life.

-aroon

Anna Hazare is fine...but

2011-08-25T12:26:00.000+05:30

Anna Hazare is the man of character & integrity and no one question about his commitment towards the 'desire' of eradication of the corruption.

But......(below is for people who are into something without knowing what is in they are for)

For governance to improve, good politics must be in command. Populism can only mobilize people; but politics empowers them. Civil society has the right and responsibility to seek a responsive state, not shun politics, nor seek to replace it through prime-time populism.

Changing the status of politics/bureaucracy from bad to good, may be a complex and long process in a democratic polity like ours, but we shouldn't constantly hate politicians/bureaucrats and resort to short-cut methodological solutions. In fact, we must inspire ourselves to change from begging status to demanding status and earn the militant attitude of reacting to the socioeconomic issues at the ground level, with long term goals.

We've a major tendency to blame the politics/politicians and 'always' tried to correct the 'state/raajyam' by bringing new bills/acts, which are indeed needed ("like Lok Pal bill"). However will not produce any desirable results, unless until we parallelly bring reforms in the institutions ('vyavastha').

Centralization of power has been the major catalyst for corruption, whether it's India, China etc.. May be, many of us not aware of the fact that China is more corrupted state than India and indeed, in spite of the existence of stronger laws/bills than the Jan Lok Pal (they have death penalty for corruption). The more decentralization of power becomes, the lesser the chances of power being misused and this is the law of nature. On the contrary, the current Jan Lok Pal bill wants all the independent institutions (CBI, Judiciary etc.) to come under one hat and clearly running into the risk of becoming authoritarian.

Inequality is another aspect inbuilt into our system. All these notions about who can command more resources have become part of our value system, and then our political system. Both are supported by our economic system. These constitute the basic structure of the society. It is this structure that keeps the poor poor and the rich rich. So, this has to be a fight against the structural violence and should not end till the structure start to change to bridge the gap between two extremes.

It's nice that youth, especially from cities are rendering their sympathies and support to the Jan Lak Pal bill.. but how many of them have read the 30 pages of Jan Lok Pal bill and understood the detailed implications of it on Administration, Judiciary and Parliamentary institutions ?

How many of these also walked to the polling booths, when elections are conducted. In all Indian metropolitan cities, the average polling percentages never crossed 40% (majorly from Auto waala, lower working class, poor people, rigging etc.) and that's the status of social responsibility of the corporate driven young India and private working class in India.

Wittern by Nishanth Dongari

Mail him at nishanth.dongari@gmail.com

Jan Lokpal is one of those serious Jokes.

2011-08-24T10:41:00.000+05:30

I was not aware of the actuality behind what it was being telecasted in the televisions since a week. On second thought, I wish to say that it is some kind of tentative show of patriotism from those who are not really duty bound to accept this new law but still prefers to use it for their own benefits. Are you one of them? Are you posing the same way like what the present opposition is doing? They are asking Prime minister to be under the newly developing law, now tell me how happy anyone of you will be when you are told that you are not under this law and left free to scandal things? I guess no opposition leader wants themselves to be effected by this law, but still they prefer to use it as an inane weapon to bring down the government. Everyone who were or are sitting around this national interest eventually should understand what they did or doing and tried to or trying to prove. This is not real. This is not real what we are seeing. This is just a coup of independence struggle. This is just the prelude to a reality. So what would be the reality? If any one from the mob who busily roaming with a national flag, shouting slogans can get a license, I mean driver’s license, as per rules, or any girl, who was in the centre of the mob, can get her passport without bribing the police who comes to check her address. All these giving or bartering became so casual, that it took no longer crime to offense but rather became a part of the invoice. And I am asking this question to the young men and women who are busy now in the streets making their own way of propagating “the fight against corruption”. Do we think there is no rebelling earlier like this against corruption or is there no idea of what a corruption means to the present generation? Yes there were rebelling and there is knowledge of corruption. People fought for it, are fighting for it or may be continue to fight for the next generation. I had a group of guys telling that all these ministers should be put to jail, so that we can have a clean nation. They wanted Jan Lokpal to be implemented. Where did these ministers all come from? They are not grown like trees in jungle. They are representation of this people. Aren’t they? Are they not elected by the same people? And how many of these young engineers really take care during election and vote a right candidate. Had they voted a right one, how would they be cheated in such a nastiest manner every time? I am asking, if people think they voted a right candidate, why would the elected one involve in a 2G scam or why would he make money over some games competitions. In Andhra Pradesh, when everyone know Mr Jaya Prakash is a fine human being and is a capable person, why would everyone go and vote a corrupt political son or fancy film star? Jan Lokpal is unfortunately becoming a joke, a serious joke. Poor Mr Anna Hazare must have thought that trying to educate the masses to vote a correct person is far more difficult than bringing up a separate body to control the society’s evil, the corruption. In turn if the bill is passed, there will be two monitors ruling a single country. One tries to comfort people by receiving their complaints and tries to solve the issues while the other debating that the very complaint is a hoax. And if really the Anna Jan Lokpal team accepts a complain from a citizen and fights to solve the case, will it guarantee the citizen’s life is out of danger and makes sure that the accused doesn’t create a problem to the same who complaints? How can it solve a simple road accident that kills the citizen who complains and conclude that it is not an accident and catch the actual murders? This is India, which was ruled by one of the barbarian dynasties. Ruled by someone who killed her own son and her name is very regrettably prefixed to every noble activity being done in the nation. So what is this Jan Lokpal all about? Is it asking to give the some part of the control or is it trying to create a parallel government? Try to understand once. It is saying that a team will be elected and that the same promises to protect nation from corruption. And who are they? Is there no other kind of teams presently working to eradicate the same corruption problem? Yes there are. Even the members of the present active bodies which are fighting against corruption are being elected by the people who are going to be present in the selection of members of this Jan Lokpal team. And if the present anti corruption bodies are not faithful, how could the Jan Lokpal be in future? How far we can believe that this new team called as Jan Lokpal will not be corrupted in future? They say Jan Lokpal is going to be free from government control. Yes this is beautiful. Will it be active until the present government functions or will be renovated accordingly as per the new governments every time? Big question friends. We heard about Anna and his team and we know how noble their lives are; we believe in them that they can bring the change we desire and that is why we support them. And I will be happy if this happens. But what worries me is, if your father or a brother is a politician or public servant, will you be having this same idea of supporting Anna or is that all who are supporting are suffers alone and they don’t have a chance to bribed? Are we really patriotic? Or are we supporting Anna just like that? I wrote long back a post about Anna, titled THE BIGGEST INDIAN FOOL. I was very annoyed to see the blind vogue what everyone was having. Most of them never tried to read between the lines instead exhibited a weak man’s patriotism to be. I don’t respect them for they are as innocent as clowns. Their support is just a derivation from films, from books, from cricket matches. And if this is real, what are we doing every time? When we are given a power to elect a right person to lead us, why do we do mistakes in using that power and elect an animal to control us? And after doing such mistakes why do we shout for help and run after some secondary things like Jan Lokpal to save us? Do we think we can’t judge a person? Is this nation very weak to judge a person and make sure he is right to be the prime minster?
This is India. May be I should tell like this, only 5% of all this nation is India. That 5% has jobs, that 5% has own house, that 5% has everything that completes a day. And that 5% is the only part of India that worries for the nation. Then what about the rest? The rest stay beyond all these laws, jurisdiction, corporates, hotels, discos, fancy jobs. They don’t bother anything other than their stomachs. Have you ever thought a 10 year child who is working for a construction worries about this corruption and tries to support these anti corruption movements? He is far more worried about saving his 120 bucks for the next day. Have you ever thought a weak farmer who has eaten nothing since a week, updates himself about what you guys are doing in Ramlila grounds? He is far more worried about a full meal which is a big dream to his family. There are a lot of people who come under this neglected percentage of India. India is incomplete in changing itself completely. Not many from this 95% worry about the nation until they find difficulty in bringing a loan for their crop, or when they wanted someone to cure his or her cancer mother. And when they ask for some help, someone who helps them in these situations wins their heart. Such helps are very small to a political leader who in turn bags a lot of bribe from the 5% of fancy India. These fellows buy votes from us. So who are corrupted primarily? Do they don’t have right to demand the returns when we vote them for a 3000 bucks? So who is the winner? Is that someone who helps the 95% India once in a while with little schemes that actually doesn’t cost much? Or is that 5% India who always complains to have a good leader? If possible how to educate that 95% India to elect a noble one from the rest of 5% India? It’s a laborious job indeed. This can’t happen until these clever politicians feed the 95% India in smaller levels and gets fed by 5% India on larger levels. And that is why we need someone to govern this and find an alternative to draw a parallel line to this government. So instead of doing all this, why can’t all the noble and able persons stand for election? It takes more than 200 years for them to gain the people confidence and bring back the glory of independent India.
We are far more worried about creating a cure rather than preventing an disease. To err is human. I agree, but how could a child doubt a mother committing a mistake. May be he doesn’t. He believes in her. How can a politician bring such belief to every citizen? When you think you can plough the farm, its better not educate a layman in turn rely on him for the rest of the day, its better to plough ourselves. Edit the primary rules, elect the right person for implementing them, and make sure we follow those rules every time. It is so sure we can eradicate not only the corruption but many other evils of the society. We believe in Jan Lokpal only because we can’t believe a politician, only because we every time think government is lazy, only because we feel the government doesn’t help us. When the choice of selecting the right government is our hands, why do we choose someone whom we don’t believe at all? This depends on how we influence the 95% India which is enough innocent and dogmatic. This is where democracy failed. It is very hard to motivate larger percentage of a nation to make them believe that there are able persons who, if elected, can help them and bring prosperity to their lives. This starts from basics. This starts from small colonies. We have to elect a right man who doesn’t betray us. Who is that going to be? Are we still waiting for some messiah or we just go on support fancily some kind revolution once in a life time like what’s happening now? We know how good Mr Anna is and thus we support his bill. What’s next after Anna? Will you again suspect “Jan Lokpal minus Anna” and wait for some another Anna to start a new one? These are just simple questions. The answers lie in you or may die along with you. Are we satisfied having a wrong leader on one hand and on other hand to rely on some laws to suspect him always? It is very difficult to have a good leader, isn’t it that you say. Yes there are. All we need is to support them. If you think you can make up a furnished apartment and live happily in it, even when you know the foundation are too weak to hold the weights? We should start from the roots, until then all these reforms and revolutions are mere jokes, serious jokes to worry about. They fade away very soon, the moment you know how to laugh at them.

written by aroon
http://aroonism.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-lokpal-is-one-of-those-serious.html

The drawback of Anna's Jan Lokpal Bill-Do we really need it?

2011-08-18T15:51:00.000+05:30

The problem with the bill is, no one can work happily when it is passed and gets implemented. Just imagine. How did this money and other materials become so important and are bartered for making the things complete? It is a question to ask, why these people go and tiresomely fight in the streets with someone whom they elected dishonestly. I just could remember only one thing. When I was in schooling, I saw a parent giving a chocolate to his child who was crying and reluctant to attend the class . Having given a chocolate that day, the kid stopped his tears and went to the class. But surprisingly the father has to give a chocolate everyday for the child making sure he doesn’t cry and bunk the class. Surety is what father wants. It is in the basic levels. Initially the child is innocent one, like what everyone is telling about the politicians who are compelled to accept money. But in the later stages the parent is a helpless one. He has to pay the child. Innocence changed to something like avaricious. Even though the politicians knew that serving people in a corrupt free way makes them immortal( like the child knowing that going to school is for his benefit) the bribe( chocolate ) makes them more sure that the actual need is the society’s (the parent). This starts inside us. It can be stopped by some simple methods. But when it comes to larger scales like changing the entire society, it takes time, but is a possible thing. Anna is just the epitome of the feeling what we get we were asked to pay extra 1500 bucks for a license. He is everybody’s inner cry. But if that cry is listen and accepted, every necessary change, be it economically, should be done. As I said earlier, no one can live happily even after these things happen. I don’t know how far a college guy would prefer to carry the license than feel comfortable in paying a 100 to the police? And how far a wife can wait for her passport to fly to her husband than pay 5000 to the officer? May be we feed the cow with a little more grass for some easy milk and complain the same is eating your farm.We need corruption like we need every comfort. May be the main drawback of the bill is someone who fights for it..but necessarily doesn't need it every time.Be it Jan Lokpal or anything. We need these laws and bills only for a change but not to uplift the way we live.

Written by aroon
18.08.2011

You are an inception

2011-08-09T12:32:00.000+05:30

Inception is a beginning. A beginning is a thought. A thought is a product of your wisdom. Wisdom is the result of your understanding. Your understanding is your exposure. Your exposure is your living. Your living is your every second. And it is again an inception. A beginning begins a beginning. And this beginning begins another beginning. So it’s a beginning after a beginning, a start after a start. A level in a level is what we are in, thus growing into a clumsy reference book. And how far you are in these kinds of things that implicate you to some kind of unreal realities. That which appears to be moving, but in real it is not. Just look outside your window now and what do you see?. Beautiful scenery, children playing and may be it is raining too. You will find small marks among everything you see in these kinds of tranquil observations. You feel like to enjoy these views sipping a coffee or having someone whom you love beside you to talk about your mind. But who are more bothered about those marks you see them once in a while on concentrating more and more on parts of what you see in the scope of your window? Something comes into your mind, which is surely out of that little scope, little spaces and may be it takes you way back to things where you have started your present level. I guess we don’t forget things as easy as we appear to. We have them deep inside our scaly minds. We get them back to the present to repair them, to modify them or in the best cases to enhance them. Any kind of past is made of a stone that doesn’t obey any stoke of chisels. It is meant to be reused the way it is. Modification has no meaning here. The levels are not frozen. You can go back and live in them the way you want. You can talk to every one you see there the same way you spoke to them earlier. Expectations and corrections add here. But to surprise none of these are effective. Because the levels aren’t frozen, but the subjects and their limitations are. What you see in your comeback is as good as a visiting a museum, where you can talk to things, express your love to them but never expect them back to be the same. For they remain in the place forever. You are just a visitor. You shall come and go. But all those communications you do with those museum things can be possibly what you wanted to create in the present level that starts after your step out of the museum. The memories remain same, sometimes rejuvenated. Mistakes take up to new shapes. You wanted to stop them happen. You wanted to educate the subjects who are involved in such things. You wanted to teach them the rules which you have violated long back in your level. It is this inception you wanted to do, to make sure the next beginning is not as worst as yours. May be that is why your elders try to overcome your dreams with simple rules. It is just erasing those small marks they see in your level. It is not a rule or a regulation or anything baseless. It is just another beginning. Because you are being observed through a window of the previous level. Something that is not stoppable. We die here knowing that we need not wake up to have things changed. Change comes progressively as you pass on your lesson to others. It just comes like uninvited guests. You hate it first and then you will be habituated to it and accepts what ever it shows on the way. And that is how things are incepted into one’s mind. You have to start to know what you wanted to start actually. The reality in unreality. To upgrade this it is just assumed reality in unexpected reality. It is sometimes helpless situation that takes up the unexpected reality’s position. But the assumed reality stay fit to be lived as long as you march forward in your unreal times. Time fails to mention you when it comes. It only teaches you lessons that you should prefer to make it an open source to others because you must have started this unreality expedition for your reality on basis of one such open sources. And such open sources are more important and are the only unbiased guides. And this leads you to heights you dream off. You can be what you wanted to be even when you are not young enough for it. You can start a new level or you can join already created levels to help them modify into a better form. So ambition never dies. It is just inherited to others. Like in a case of a man who wanted a light in his dark caves passed his desire to his generations. It went on to live like an assumed reality until it found happening in the hands of Edison. And until then it is just unexpected reality. Unexpected reality gives no other choice other than to accept it. It is we you have to step on this dirt to jump to higher levels of our assumed reality. And if you didn’t complete this jump, you better give a chance to someone in the next levels to continue your leap. And what ever you see through your window will be as beautiful as a unit of arranged flower pots. As calm as a retired life. You are not there in the act, even when your reality is happening. That is what a true meaning of life and living all about. It makes your idea a legend. Feel like to start one such inception? You are already in one.

written by aroon

the hero inside

2011-07-26T10:37:00.000+05:30

It was not that hard to remember the question I asked my friend ten years ago. He loved a girl who was a junior to us. We were just on the verge of ninth standard. Things went to so worse for him that elders on the either came to know about this affair, when one mid night this friend of mine silently climbed the terrace of the girl’s house, where obviously the girl waited for him, to give a surprise party. It was his birthday and he had some innocent or ignorant heroic ideas of giving his girl the first kiss. And he did it. What had happened after that romantic moment, I was blind about, but in a span of days he was sitting before me eating the spicy snacks that were usually sold before my school every evening, silently told me about the adventure kind of thing he had on the eve of his birthday. I listened to him silently; indeed I listened to everyone in the same manner those days. He told me that everything went out of hands and added to this he told me that it is time for a big thing. I looked at his face in the evening sun. It was weak and pale. He finished his snacks and finally put before me his words that he needs help from my side too. I asked him if he is getting ready to take any harsh decisions to settle this issue. He nodded. I asked him “are you ready to look after and marry the girl if she comes to you the next second?’ he raised his head and facing the evening sun confidently answered “a true love cannot be killed. I am ready to marry”. That looked like a Shakespearean.

That night when I finished my dinner and was trying to sleep, a spec of worry stayed deep in my mind pricking me every time I was trying to close my eyes. I was trying to give him some solution and I didn’t find anything except helping him to get the girl out of her house. He looked like a hero to me. He was good at sports and talked to the seniors in the school with dare-devil mindset. I didn’t do all these things. I never played football like he played every week. I didn’t ride the scooter like he did. I never talked to girls and girls didn’t like me like the way they liked him. Indeed he was a hero to me may be I cant do all these things , and once in a while I had this idea of imitating him and live like him for a moment. I liked him a lot more a colleague. And this nice fellow has every right to love a girl and has more than enough strength to look after a girl. He can do any work and earn money replacing the parent’s support. He can deal things what a married man can. This was what I had in my mind about him. and that night I decided to support him, even got ready to share the problems that involves in bringing out a girl and getting her married to my friend. And every time I found myself weak about this concise, I reminded myself of the confident answer he gave me and his face which made to me to pity him. He was brave. And with this in my mind I slept finally.

The rest is history. The game of dream and reality was what I saw the next day. Nothing happened the way I assumed. It was a big lesson. By the time I was in the school, his parents were talking to the principle with my friend standing far away from them. I don’t know what they were talking about but I know it was about my friend. A little later the girl’s mother too joined. They discussed it for a while and emptied the place in no time. I stood far away from the scene waiting for my brave friend to give them a daring answer, the way he answer his seniors every time. Such things didn’t happen. He stood silently with his face bent and if I can remember hard he was crying. They settled the whole issue of my friend in not that less than a minute to what I and my friend took the whole night to conclude a solution. What we felt as a huge problem, was a petty thing for our elders that can be solved over a cup of morning tea. The whole morning was a kind of distance education to me. That reality need not use the same mould what a dream uses.

And after ten years when I was situations where I need to take some edgy decisions, I had this huge problem to avoid imitating someone who already were dealing or dealt the same situations. Career and profession, passion and hopelessness. The battles were fought day in and day out. I had no other go to sit in some silence and look at my life from an outsider’s view may be to feel the reality I was actually in. I revised the lessons learnt. Reality and dream differ a lot. The later cost nothing, the former costs a life. I have seen heroes like my friend although my college days. And one day I stopped liking them. For some reason I felt the courage is something one should create by oneself, it is useless if imitated. Not that I don’t have money to look after my responsibilities , not that I don’t have the dare to run away with the things, not that I don’t have belief in my passions. More important was the balance of mind I had to maintain. I should not be carried away by the false ideas I get every time to settle the issue. It was in the schooling and college that we get the first impressions of being brave and courage. I mean any fool can have courage, for rules are not for the fools, only wise worry about rules every time. The little, ignorant idols we create for ourselves during those juvenile ages can create future disasters. During those tender times, these false images stick to our minds, remain inside us until we get a chance to use them and without thinking for a second we apply these things to the real life scenarios when we see it was time to prove and proudly feel that we reached the desire position only to face the deadliest results. Sometimes it works but not always. I don’t see such imitating heroes in any history book. Your decision is what you are. And it should be pure and real. You should acknowledge yourselves if you are weak in knowing things around and Think for a while before you decide to take a turn in your life for what ever you face remains with you forever like an unerasable marks. Your friends, parents and whoever you feel so close are just mere audience who advice you once in a while but in no time you can find them helplessly leaving you alone to face the situation for yourself. They are same as you in every morsel of mind. Because every time the gladiator tries for a new shot, there are hundreds of men around to advice him how to be the next shot, but he doesn’t have a substitute to play his game. Your rule, your game and your decision. This is the only spirit that helps you to continue the game. I met my friend few days ago after a gap of ten years. I looked at him. We discussed a lot of things out of which he took a very long to remember his own story. His own supposed to be mistake. He looked very normal like many of my friends and his dare-devil spirit no longer existed for it was just a futile artillery .He is no more hero to me. Because I have one inside me.

the reading inside

2011-07-15T10:52:00.000+05:30

It is stupid to write this. It is stupid to read this. May be I shouldn’t have written this for some record sake instead I should have done this for my sake, your sake and for the sake of everyone who is entitled to read this. But still I feel it’s stupid to write this. This is for the history of man. The history of your neighbor whom you scold every time you feel uncomfortable with them. This is for the history of teacher who you find harassing you at your tender ages. This is for the history of men of state whom you have selected and found yourselves cheated by them. It is for the history of your frustration on the way people behave with you. It is for the history of everything that you wanted to change without having any kind of help.

As long as you wanted to be a liver, you need to have some kind of things embedded in your daily activities. You should differentiate between the rules and realities. You should be able to understand the inner voice of every barricade you try to cross. You should speak to every dumb attitude that tries to listen your amendments. You should sense every kind of breeze that is stopping you to enter the unmentionable places. Rules are there here and everywhere. Where you wanted to step your foot, there is a always a rule tagged to it. And how long you listen to these voices of the state and how long you extend the gestation of your mind. Why you prefer to remain small in this unconfined world? Why you want to live a life of a wall when you still have the legs to walk? Why you fear? To whom you fear? Is it to the men of the streets who always try to answer you in a convincing way to stop you from walking forward? Is it to the temple bells that remind you every time ringing day and night the unbearable bells you wish to touch? Is it to the Ten Commandments from the book shelved in the capital? Is it to yourself and to the manuscripts your father told you to respect? Is it to everything that has no value and still is templed with god and silver? And what is that it controls you? Is it your mind or your eyes? Your eyes see what is to be changed? It is your mind which has to start the change. This is very similar to you. It is there in your mind when your friend jumps a signal and creates a commotion to others. It is there when you are not allowed to continue even when you produce requisite things. It is there when you see your friend sleeping in the puddle of his own blood and ashes. It is there when you come to know how he died. It is there when you see inconvenience your sister facing in this world. It is there when you see the same dancing in the flames to some song of dowry. It is there in you only when you start relating the poison with your blood. It is there when you wanted it pure. Not only have you, your friend also needed his to be pure. Are you helping each other? Or are your waiting together for some help? The way is clear and the legs are bear, but why you still look up at the vacuum for some miracle to happen? I know it looks stupid. I know. But let us be so for a moment and learn how much we lost being idle and unbothered.

How far we are from the finish line? To finish this race we need to start at least. To answer the questions we need to listen them at least. May be you need to learn the language first to understand them for they are asked in the language of god. It is written inside you.The language of your mind.

map your love once again

2011-07-14T11:59:00.000+05:30

A lonely person is not a lonely one literally

In truth, he is in a company of thoughts.

Where to go, whom to meet, what to do.

And he looks for everything in his map

Except the inner harmony.

Which he gets only when he knows what he is

Searching for….

Looks like we need to get us defined and

our destines redefined

This time…you should know your love..once again ….