Biswam

A princely morning and the story of a lappy !!!

2012-01-25T15:14:00.000-08:00

Being inspired from the brilliant ad of 'DOCOMO' , I have been finally able to keep my days at this planet silly and simple !!! After investing the whole morning in sleep (A lot of people term it as 'sheer wastage of time') and after three attempts at regular intervals of thirty minutes to wake up , I was finally able to really wake and sit up straight from the clutter of blankets . Waking up at such late hours of the day gives you the feel of a prince / spoiled kid of an ultra-rich parents. But, after those few precious moments of stardom, you experience a free fall to the abject poverty of hunger . Breakfast time is over , nothing left in the cupboards , even no water in the bottles . And your princely persona prevents you to move your ass off the bed to do something about it, at least wash the face. Maybe we all wait for that dream coffee /tea to be served within moments .

Then comes another princely moment. Regardless of all the mundane needs of hunger and thirst , the so-called prince summons its laptop and smart phone to reach the castle of blankets immediately. Being a loyal servant, smartphone reaches immediately. But lappy, carrying its ego of the most valuable general in the aid of the prince reaches late . Coddled by the passionate love from the master (revealed from the action of touch of soft hankies to clear the dirty screens) , the lappy finally surrenders itself for another battered day . The day he remembers turns out to be a monday, here comes long hours of work, assignments, projects, boring series and all , and the same playlists played dozens of time . He can't complain , the only enjoyment he gains when the master downloads from the covert folders termed as 'personal documents' and 'new folder(1) , (2) , (3)' . But, it's unlikely that he will be able to watch any of them on a mon day or at least for next 2-3 days.

A life spoiled... he thought . How many dreams he din't have when he was bought to go to an IIM . Life would be fun, he thought .Moving in the hallowed corridors of IIMs within the cushy membranes of the delicate bag specially bought for him , saving photos and beauties with brains , writing analysis and recommendations for the world's top most companies and executives , visiting skycrappers with posh infrastructure and availabilty of call-girls(wifi) at any point of time , Life would be sacred , he used to think.

Stark reality dawned upon in no time. Forget skycrappers, he couldn't visit the regular classes since some professors have been pissed off with him. It visited villages where his own personal bag was even forced to carry dirty underwears and other bad stuffs. It developed several scratches over its shiny beautiful face. No more beauties would be attracted, 10 point wifi remained a distant dream; even 7 point (no more virgin in terms of speed) LAN cable couldn't materialize . So-called beauties with brains tossed him with assignments, reports , and presentations. It stored photoes of old batteres schools in villages and even dark dirty pictures of rural and remote places.

Even , it couldn't enjoy the beauties of youtube and other such cool stuffs due to over demanding fiancee 'LAN Cable' and its stringent father-in-law 'ITCOM' . Life became a dull , mundane affair. A beautiful career spoiled, he thought .

Facebook and IIM-I mail became unwarranted friends , although facebook sometimes provided relief by funky videos and images, IIM-I mail never ceased any chance to make its life 'HELL' . Grade marks, assignment deadlines, reminders from some really stupid neighbors as if it had taken a huge debt from them, and to the worse, long long mails from the academic associates made the life unbearable. Trapped most of the time in a small cube in the patal-lok, he looked forward to a day, that would remove all its woes, would make its life full , when he would find his true love , and maybe like all movies, he'll live happily ever after.

But, that day din't come. At least it hasn't yet.

Life has been screwed up completely. Sometimes he curses his master like noone else by hanging up at crucial deadlines and failing to play some really good porns . But, he also sympathizes with the pity of his beloved master , the prince. Over time , they have become good friends . He cleans him everyday by the special hankie he has recently brought from his home town and with the liquid to clean the LCD display. Now-a-days the lappy is also looking somewaht handsome and picks up the attention easily within the otherwise spoiled and dirty room .

The future now is uncertain. He has given up the stupid idea of ''suicide" that stuck him somedays earlier when some assignments he did fetched the master 'D' grade. Holy shit !!! The prince has never achieved anything less than A till now. And how dare these ugly TA's to grade him 'D'. His previous desktop never disappointed him . He felt guilty that because of him, the master suffered, he din't live up to the expectations. But, in a similar hankie-session, the master coddled him and threatened lovingly 'Don't you ever dare to think about those things, my friend .' From , that day onwards love and respect has increased in magnanimous proportions for the prince.

The dead life seems to carry on forever. But, deep within his heart he still believes the happy days will come and a sense of excitement to enjoy those days with the beloved master lurks somewhere in his sense. But, the priority now is to survive another day, he thought...

Morning has already been passed, a fine rest over the weekend has already been enjoyed, happy days are not far, he smirked.

The cleansing process ended, and he geared up with two tabs , the mail and the facebook....

BM.

School Bus

2011-05-12T04:28:00.000-07:00

I am not boarding the morning bus anymore...

But in the chilly morning of November,

I saw that little bus today

As replete with boys and girls always,

It shievered a wave of nostalgia inside me...

He didn't ask me anything...

Neither did it offer me a ride...

Nor he was supposed to do something kinda that...

But I asked him a single question,-

"Are you ok, old pal ?"

He nodded, thundered at the unbearable ageing engine and drove way...

I looked forward at the bank of fogs...

Dispersed , Dissipated , fragmented into clubs of vacuums...

Caused by the the machine just vanished...

And remembered how I used to feel the chill and quivering jaws,

Not so many winters ago...

Yes,it was lovely,

No,it was gloomy...

Yeah, it was lively,

No,it was colourless...

It was great to live the moments,

Naah, it was just a wastage of time...

Whatever it may be , it was something...

Something I can cherish upon,

Something I can regret for,

Something I can lament about,

Something which I can ponder over

and then end up laughing incessantly...

Something that I can share with my best friend,

'LONELINESS'...

But hell, I wasn't satiated...

In the quest of everything ,

I ended up in nothing , absolutely nothing...

Nothing, nothing, nothing...

B.M.

A day that used to be ...

2011-05-03T11:28:00.000-07:00

(As I was browsing my notes and copies of my earlier years as I preserve them so dearly , I came across a paragraph written on the back side of a copy of 3rd year and I had good memories recollecting it... Of course it was written while dodging off useless lectures in the backbenches and here it is ....)

There is nothing new in this morning. As usual I woke up late, hurried for brush, and finally was able to deliver myself for the bus. No need to say that such occasions which may seem somewhat peculiar to readers and most obvious to me are often mapped with aberrant response from the environment. The bus came unusually early proving strongly to the above stated proposition...

The bus is as usual in its jubilant mood . Indistinct chattering are pouring in from every possible corner of the old 1980 govt bus. My group is rightly placed at the back. The royal group; everyone welcomed in their respective odd sense of humour. Some of the greetings are so unique that they should be patented with their respective bloody inventors ....

The morning session is to be seen with some of the greatest boring lectures I have witnessed in my so far eventless student career. I actually can’t remember what exactly these classes deal with , but to tell the truth the faculties are so frustrated and to add to woe , so obsessed with their long frustration generated probably in their sophomoric yrs that it would be utter nonsense to expect interesting sessions from them.

After 2.5 yrs of stay in this college , I am utterly convinced to the fact that the branch of COMPUTER SCIENCE AND ENGG along with its illustrious bunch of students are adulent enough to spoil a perfect bright and fine tuned day..

Though I am soon going to be an element of this big pool , I don’t feel like inheriting this major attribute.

The classes are running as no one waits for them; days are passing by as no one is interested in days since nights steal the limelight.

For me both of them are not running , they are crawling most awkwardly ..

Life has come to a standstill , dreams defined in earlier life are now redefined not to dream , plans scheduled to make no plan , containment seems a useless term now...

Forget about dreams , nightmares have been also dear now a days since I am being used to the habit of daymares containing ghostly silhouettes having definite shapes and demonish figures well known to me at every crossroads of my life..................

B.M.

Last few Days !!!

2011-05-03T08:46:00.000-07:00

Amidst the chaos of Bin Laden being killed, Arunachal CM gone missing, but rescue operation yet to resume cause boys are busy debating whether that son of a bitch(read Laden) is still alive or not ; the orange cap and table top position doing merry-go-rounds @ IPL, Jairam Ramesh playing 20-20 @ orissa gallis with opposition as POSCO ;
my last few days went peacefully. The last 2 weeks prior to that had definitely been the the most painstaking period of my life which had taken a lot of my evercharming ebullience and vivacity. Results, results everywhere ; not one worth enough to see . Rejects after rejects without any reason that is under sun and perseverance of my human brain , WTH , isn't it enough ? Cell switched off to discourge any blabbering of any poor soul how sorry he/she feels about me ; Less fb, more fb, Addicted to pagalguy, den What A fucking site it is and vow not to return again here , but still lurking anytime for any fortunate/unfortunate updates coming in those most revered threads. Gtalk status: unavailable, wait a day, red-hot-busy, wait another day, Grinning-green-available :P , watching bhawani's buzz updates which song he is listening or else, follow me @ bhawanidy...rest u know @ what, twitter :P

The last college internals have been a royal affair too. I am definitely sure that we must have clicked more photos than the no of words we have put on the papers and the no of minutes we have spent inside the exam hall. Though it's not the appropriate time for me to comment how I feel after succesfully taking (not yet completing :P) those 141 internals in the span of 4 years, but it's definitely necessary to acknowledge the importance of these internals in shaping and moulding of a charismatic career of mine :P . The grand career of cheating in exams started here and m certain dat i would get at least an E in this paper and will never disappoint my alma mater by showcasing such skills in various facets of my life :D

Apart from these internals and all , last few days have been awesome. It is not that I didn't get any bad results or was not depressed. It was also the time for an ill timed semester results that ruined everything whatever remained in the final engg. career and another reject. This time I had a hearty laugh when I saw my LCD screen shouting those regret words that sorry , u are not in the list . But I have diversified my days into several activities and believe me I am back to my previous and my favourite status, being busy. But, this time it's not the study , not the preparation for any goddamn semesters or any exams , I am busy now living my life. Let me describe you a typical day for me. I am waking up @ 4.45 AM much to the surprise of myself for jogging with 1-2 of my closest buddies, don't stare @ me when i said jogging, I am doing this to remain fit :P

The travel to outskirts of the city and watching sun rise in the sky @ riverside is always awesome. Those solar rays before being more threatening later in the day definitely piercing your soul and giving you a purpose of the day. It reminds me as everyday is distinct, another leaf in the booklet of my life and should be written with utmost care and precision as other days. Watching several deities on the way without entering the temples , stealing wild nuts which I had never tasted earlier from the temple side trees ,marking which trees we would target in next 15 days , relishing mommy's breakfast which tastes s amnesia now a days , sleeping day long with no one to wake up , bathing in cold water of the well, playing ludo with mommy to kill time during powercuts, watchin a couple kissing each other in the park and complaining with yagnya 'kab hamara bari ayega :P', selectively choosing the least costly ice creams in the basket cause they look similar to ones we used to relish @ schools, incessantly laughing with mota watching old photoes of class , undestanding and loving a complete new language "JAVA" , watching slow, zero tension comedies and duck tales, these are few glances how I am killing my time now.

Life as I learnt ain't about money, time and age. It's not definitely all about milestones, basking in glory and success, mourning over failures. Yes, there are defining moments. They come late, leave fast.
In the long wait and deep moanings before and after the big moments, we lose the actual and precious living moments.

So why should I care about something which remains for a flash in my memory. Life is all about enjoying every bit of moments, cause it is short and it is precious. Deriving pleasure even @ the least funny incidents is an art and I guess I learnt it. Even it has been the hard way, but hey ,

"To err is human . Ain't it ?"

Ending this piece with a quote from Groucho Marx,

"Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."

signing off,

B.M.

THE QUEST For VENGEANCE

2011-05-02T21:42:00.000-07:00

Drops Shedding from my eyes...

Am I crying?

Hell No,

A man of Iron Will never cries !!!

Eyeballs are more red than white.

Am I crying ?

Hell No,

I am just refusing to see anymore

What I have been watchin for last several days !!!

My eyebrows swelled up

Am I crying ?

Hell No,

It's just a sign that I am gaining a bit more fat now-a-days.

Good for me,

Ain't it?

I won't agree with you

that I have run out of 'LUCK'...

I don't believe you

saying that something good is waiting for me...

You know what, you are so wrong to predict

that it will be alright...

It's a goddamn fucking lie that

"THIS HAPPENS & SHIT HAPPENS !!!"

This ain't shit ...

This ain't bullshit...

This's that fucking destiny awaiting for me...

And it can't wait anymore...

It's charging towards to embrace me...

Lethal blows all around...

But I refuse, I resist...

I know, effort is futile.

It'll engulf me,

It'll thrash me in the darkest corner

where your so called ray of 'HOPE' & 'LUCK' can never glance upon...

But I promise,

It 'd be made to payback.

Fallen would rise.

Innocent would avenge for the blood of the beast

called 'DESTINY' & 'LIFE' ...

It's just a matter of time,

And for reference, I gotta plenty of it to play with...

You have no right to rule my life and you never will,

I am the master of my destiny,

I am the captain of my life...

(dedicated to all who have been severed by the backpunches of 'LUCK ' and 'Destiny')

B.M.

"SALAM KOLKATA , SALAM INDIA"

2011-05-02T21:37:00.000-07:00

"Ami tumar ghar jami..."

"Nishay, Nishay acbe.."

These are the last words with the house owner whose house we had rented for 3 days in Howrah. Not a very good accomodation to be honest, but the man was able to come out even at the chilly morning @ 4 am and talked for few minutes in bangla while we prepared to leave the sacred city. And that's why I like about Kolkata...its undemented spirits and everenthusiastic atmosphere.

Well, to be clear about the theme of this piece which I am penning after many days, it's in no form a travelogue. I am not gonna tell you guys about what are the places there to look out for, cause I know you all have been to that place and know much more about them than me. And honestly, time didn't permit me to see and adore a single damn beautiful thing other than the monumental structure of Howrah bridge and the cosmopolitan cubes emerging out in the Salt Lake Areas.

But I saw KOLKATA...in pure contrasting forms...on one side there's the large cosmopolitan area SALT LAKE CITY with posh cars, lavish lifestyle and the tinge of corporates and companies and educational hubs in each vapour of air...while at the other end there's downtown Howrah, streets rustling with coolies, yellow cabs, people, and countless shops and markets with the most uncleanest environment to its credit.

I saw the city in the eye of an ordinary man. From an educated man or a guide u may know about the information, the history , the theory, but to know the heart and soul of a city, u gotta know it from an oldman who has breathed in and out the whole city. And regarding history and info, who wants that...just google it and tons of pages will flood ur browser. Yes I saw it through the eye of my grand father (not a direct one, one among the complex web of a joint family structure whose actual relation I too might not decipher) , he was just a matriculate and worked in a textile factory for more than 30 years there. When we requested he agreed to come with us to assist.

I saw the people, the crowded lanes, the people running aimlessly, yellow cabs, trams with zero people inside, but still running, older people sleeping on the sidewalks, small children alming to get a handful of rice a day, the grand Howrah station and the flood of people, the innumerable buses in the busstand all coloured in sky and yellow, the rickshaw pullers ; though not actually in the state as such they are mentioned in the Lapierre's book "THE CITY OF JOY" , but I conclude yes, it's a city of Joy. Rather I would strike that word Joy out and replace it with "SPIRITS".

"LAND OF SPIRITS"; That's I wanna tell you about. As you'll see the color of yellow everywhere in the form of taxis and cabs, it signifies that colour in traffic posts : READY TO GO. yes, that's what is KOLKATA. Maybe you may question about the recent EDEN GUARDEN incident, but I will remain silent about the issue since I have stopped following cricket. :P

And about readiness, be it the chilly morning of four when the cold water of the holy Ganges shivers your skin or the busy afternoon of 4 when you may have to wait an hour to move 100 metres in streets; KOLKATAITES offer alertness and fragility. That's why I have devised a jargon

"WANNA SEE THE SPIRIT OF INDIA, SEE KOLKATA"

The city seemed to be running a marathon always . But I haven't seen Mumbai, Delhi so my perceptions may vary when I will see them and that's the plan this summer :)

In the evening, the streets show you spark and vigour. As we marched in the streets with uncountable no of people, I had to hear about the markets, bazaars, there is book stalls, there is fruits market, Mangala haat, this, that , ohh...I put it in one ear and drove out in the other. Who wanna know about these markets, tell them to my father who was listening these stupid things like he's gonna do a market survey there. :P

But the most interesting part was both father and me were walkin on the streets holding hands of each other. Ohh...I had missed that from long days since. Father used to take me to school in similar fashion when I was a tiny tot.. and now when I am tall and large...the same experience again is awesome. I wish, I could add 2 more things ...two beers in hands of each other ; both father and me...making cheers and getting drunk. Father and son walking together with matching footseps and sharing drinks... how more romantic can it be...(I m sure some , specially girls can never understand this feeling...)

so, conditions apply....:P

Of course, it's little impractical here, isn't it?? But, Replace beers with a glass of scotch and the street with drawing room with the channel of TV switched to an enthrallin cricket encounter...and I hope and wish, by the next World Cup, my dream would come true....haha...I know it never willl...but what's the harm in dreaming...:P

I am not in the mood of writing more though I have lots to tell about. There are important concerns for me like kpl, fb, movies, and of course a little (more) rest at this hour than writing a stupid blog what approximately noone will read . But OMG, I have forgotten to tell one thing ....Girls can skip the next para and move to the last one...:P

How a boy's story can be complete without the presence of feminine factor in it. The long desire to see Bengali girls on the Bengali streets was cherished finally. Well, I won't say more , but man, I was stumped by the symmetry. Everything in proper order in perfect symmetry. You guys must have got the clearest ideas what I'm talking about. Well, there were some class instances of this visit. Once I had chased a girl for abround 100 metres just to see her face. But, wth, then I realised I was walking with my father and he was still bargaining with certain vendor for something. Oh...classic save, isn't it..

But, when I again thought of the girl, she had vanished into the crowd. Shit man, but from the back I can say in CHOKHA CET language..."A M..A..A..L".

OK,that's it, enough bakar bakar...well I forgot to mention I went dere for some SERIOUS (:P, hah, u mst be kiddin :P) business; IIFT GDPI... well that story for another time...cause I dont wanna spoil my jovial mood by inserting those moronic tells. But a dialogue from the inteview panel to conclude this piece of classic idiosism and madness,

"Yes, you, you are a fresher, u r 4m CSE, u hav great acads, ur favorite subject is OS and u know nothing about it. That's great."

(Are yar, Operating Systems aata to yahan Organisation Systems padhene ke liye PI dene kyun aata ...:P)

Yes, I'm great, so r u guys...

Signing off...

B.M.

She...

2011-05-02T21:29:00.000-07:00

She

May be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She

May be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She

May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She

may be the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell

She

Who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She

May be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till the day I die

She

May be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years

I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is

She

She, oh she...

(a song 4m "NOTTING HILL" sung by Elvis Costello)

B.M.

Verses Of a Demented psyche(A classic frustu)

2011-05-02T21:25:00.000-07:00

Let me behold you

for a couple of moments...

Let me cherish the moment

when you are here...

Let me feel the wind , touch the sky,

savour the beauty of your limpid blue eyes...

cause

The very next moment you depart

I would be alone,

alone floating in this vacuum,

crushed in despair,

starving,begging, dying without you...

I know you don't care

whether I am there or not...

But let you know, I do care

cause you remain the only thing left in my life to care for...

I am tired of telling my plightful life to relieve me...

I am brazen with this worthless,convoluted world

that gives me nothing more than infinite pain...

I am also satiated with the recurrent failures of imploring you

to listen to my neverending ludicrous barbles...

But, what else can I do?

What should I do?

What am I supposed to do??

Since there's nothing left for me to do..

Everything has been done,

Milestones of folly achieved,

Beauty of life censored,

Vivacity forgone...

Leaving there a cadaverous demented psyche hunting for you,my love,

Hunting only for you...

I hope you would understand...

I hope you'll ponder over it before departing...

I hope in endless agony

What else can I do???

Only hope...

Cause hope is beautiful just like you.......

Note: TITLE suggested by another frustu...

B.M.

THE DOOR

2010-08-28T21:16:00.000-07:00

I know you are coming
I know you are,
I am keeping my door a little ajar..;

On which the boarding says
"Don't Disturb",
But I ask you kindly to make
a gentle knock;

Don't hit hard cause
my door is weak,
Damaged and wounded
as my heart is bleak;

There were many before you
and many then,
Who savaged and pierced
it quite often;

And they left me in such
utter despair,
When the world seemed
quite unfamiliar;

And now I hope you
will definitely come,
And together we'll enjoy
moon of full blossom;

I won't wake since I
am awfully tired,
The door will swing open
leavin the inside bared;

you'll find me there
bleeding in,
And'll soothe me with
your eternal grin;

But I won't heal as
the oracle says,
And'll leave as a bunch of
soulless rays;

The soul'll be with you
my love,
As long as you'll
remain fond of;

It'll wonder from
here and there,
And won't leave you
even if u not care;

It'll bring you to me when
the world will burst,
Facing the carnage of a
sanguinous thrust;

Then we'll be unified
up above,
Nothing to merry, nothing to worry
But only to love;

Love in the water, Love in the air
Love all around,
What else u expect
when u'll get me found;

I'll wait, I'll wait
untill I perish,
But I wish that wont happen
until I see your face;

I am expecting u dear,
I am expecting u...
And I hope you are coming
I hope you are....

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Yours Biswa

(Special thanx to sidharth for editing the first poem of my life and shayak, my dear friend for suggesting the caption 'THE DOOR', also thank to mohini, susmita, byomakesh and all MC mates for their critical appreciation....I love you all guys... )

Life taught me everything, yet nothing.....

2010-08-17T08:05:00.000-07:00

Life told me how to win,
But didn't say when my matches are;

Life taught me how to learn,
But didn't show me what to learn;

Life taught me how to enjoy,
But didn't give enough occasions to do so;

Life showed me how to cry,
But I never found out when to stop;

Finally,
Life taught me how to love,
But didn't tell me whom to love;

It gave me opulent choices.....for everything
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And of course ,
I made all choices wrong....
cause Life forgot to teach me how to mark choices.....

Reality Shows And Indian youth

2009-12-01T06:48:00.000-08:00

The reply given by my 13 year old cousin when queried about his continuous break down in academics didnot stun me . The thing that bewildered me was how aptly Indian families have been connected to the reality shows that run daily on numbers of entertainment channels. He quickly answered that he would better try his luck in the favourite regional dance shows of the popular channels than to brush up his minds at the boring and tiring studies.

Of course,he is getting himself prepared for a regional dance show that run on a local TV network . He spends hours practising several unorthodox tactics to tame his wild and abrupt steps rather than be trained as a traditional dancer. Since copy-edit-paste has been the fundamental principle of Indian entertainment panorama , the movie industry is not supposed to get another Mithun Chakravorty or Lata Mangeshkar. But amidst several criticism the aforesaid formula has gained popularity in choreography and music editing.

It is not at all a strange behaviour that I am talking of infected Indian TV viewers. The reality shows climbed to the peak of success in developing and developed countries like US and UK. Even some shows like 'Big Brother' followed the extreme tactics of accusation and racial comments to gain universal acceptance.

Not only Indian crowd is being deflected towards the flock of global reality fan community, rather than Indian youth is divulging from the mainstream of academics and sports to gain instant celebrity access. Several factors that allure the youth community is gaining a celebrity designation, glamorous lifestyle, uncountable money and luxurious future. This psychology has been correctly judged by the reality show makers who don't hesitate even to use the worst attempt to enter the privacy of families. It is needless to mention that how much our Indian culture have been affected by the use of slangs and talking openly of the husband-wife relations in the masses. Even they have not left the holy activity of marriage to pollute with mean tactics.

Whatever, the Indian Television industry is no more only a sas-bahu affair it has developed into a big cobweb for pollution of culture and the values we have preserved for so many days . We should no more give those rogues any chance to do so.

Thank you....

Giving Light To Neighbour's House

2009-12-01T06:09:00.000-08:00

How many of you do remember this famous dialog in the film "SWADES":

"saab,woh kya kehte hain use ....Giving light to neighbour's house "

Very few, I guess. I t was a greta picture,isn't it? The idea was superb and the screenplay and filmography was built on the pillars of feeling and patriotic sense of mind . The picture port rayed some of the filthiest depths of India that every modern Indian would like to ignore.

India is agreat nation.Isn't it? It's great for its history, its versatile culture rich with traditions, religious communities and beliefs and for its major role in the development of some of the earliest human civilisations that existed on this planet. It is also infamous for its people i.e. Indians; slumdog indians who can swim in shitholes to get a glimpse of their so called favourite superstars of films and cricket. They are the people who though thicken the education budget of government , but serve for alien countries strengthening their economy and improvement. And we still name them as great dedicators to the homeland in the form of NRIs.

Why top Indian talents leave India each year to serve the neighbours like US, UK , Australia etc. 60% of the employees of NASA are of Indian origin. What the hell are they doing there when ISRO hasnot completed a moon mission succesfully even after 40 years of moon conqueration by Americans.

And we are proud of being aware of such stammering facts that 80% of India's topmost specialists in various fields are busy in assissting the foreign countries leaving own motherland.

Aren't they giving light to neighbour's house???

Approximately 20% of US citizens are Indian. But if a question is raised:"How many Indians are of American origin?" Perhaps less than 2%. Indians are credited of being everywhere around the globe. If you go to singapore and can expect a taxi driver saying 'namaste saab' to you. Oh, Yes, India is no more a nation now, it has crossed the geographical borders.

If we are asked what makes India special : we will definitely take the terms of tradition and culture . But evryone of us knows how much cultured we are and what kind of rubbish traditions we follow. Diversity is the common answer of course. That's why the 'marathi mannos ' case is charging the nation. We beat women for going into public places , demolish mosques to build temples, destroy law and order in the name of poor religious constraints . We don't learn from our history , but proudly say "History repeats itself" as terror attacks repeatedly stun our metros.

According to facts and figures India is the 7th largest country in terms of area and 2nd largest in means of population. These facts make us proud, Aren't they? We feel like being at the everest of glory and achievement. Now the next mission is to cross china by population. This is our mission 2020. This preparation won't suffer a setback as The preparaion of commonwealth games '10 in NewDelhi because these are placed in very able hands. I think we may complete it by 2015 and eye another milestone for 2020.

We lack everything, we lack proper governance, proper democracy, proper system to maintain everything . We lack technology to succesfully implement an exam though we are providers of global technology solutions. We lack security and general public insurance. We are unable to fulfil the basic and fundamental needs of over a billion people. The simple reply to all allegations is it's really tough to handle cherishing the prime requirements of such a huge no. of people. You needn't to be surprised to listen any politician or minister saying about any mishap:

Ese bade bade deshon mein esi esi chote chote batein hote rehtein hain.

If enquired about why we don't have so many things but other western people have in comparison then the simple and diplomatic answer given is we do have culture and tradition what they don't have.We emphasize on showing the monuments of our poverty i.e. slums on big screens; but never think a second can we eradicate the slums ever.

The largest republic of the world having the most complicated constituition which is never followed. It is such a republic where one murderer can be PM if he possess the power of money. Th government we deemly elect every 5 years as a sincere citizen establishes SEZs and funds for development of industries of billionaires , but remain blind eyed to unemployment and small scale industries. The talent has no merit here. If you are from minority background then you need not to study hard to get into any esteem educational instituitions or jobs.

The sole solution is that to stop imitating others. The fundamental blocks of our economy has been agriculture and we need to stabilise our economy by making it agri-centric. The growth rate may be slow but we won't be at least in the fallacy of being GDP over 10 but farmers make suicide due to heavy debts and lack of food.

Our forefathers were famous for building civilisation , at least we should prevent the existings to be ruined by following others. WE should set examples to be followed, not by imitating others. In this regard it's necessary to unite all the Indians in common soil to proceed towards the race towards healthier nation.

Jai Hind.....

Thank you...

2 STATES, Chetan Bhagat & me

2009-11-25T04:49:00.000-08:00

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:

This post has been written in the form of a review to the critically acclaimed bestseller '2 STATES'. Some characters and even the author has been mimicked to an extent for the sake of fun, but I have no intention of offending or disrespecting any character described.

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I have just finished up reading '2 STATES' . As Krish and Ananya are happy enough to have their twin boys from the state of 'INDIA', I am too satisfied and relaxed to complete the book in half a day's time(4 p.m-2 a.m.) . And yes , I have to because lots of my friends are waiting in the queue (whose length is unknown to me, but i am the 6th one to be popped out) to get this piece of book I presently possess proudly. There's another point too. If each of the readers of his books are counted as buying one piece (ideal hypernormal condition) , then I bet him surely to be the best ever Asian bestseller at least.

Yes, the book was fantastically composed, brilliantly authored, perfectly positioned that depict a love story (i don't find any adjectives for the lovestory but i have much for the marriage) which after several vitriolic tests of culture and acceptance emerged victorious. I assume my readers are old enough to guess what their victory was. And it would be a definite insult to this goddamn amazing writer if you cannot complete his book within at maximum 2 days. As Ananya says 'He is irrestible'. So you can imagine how I completed this in 8 hrs only. Yeah, of course I have skipped my semester preparation which is only after 10 days and chatting with my friends over internet.(No derivation required since I don't have a girlfriend till date.)

What I can say about this book and it's tremendously potential author.I don't possess any words in my super concise micro dictionary to desribe you. To be honest neither do you , you may have the level to centi dictionary , but your story telling abilities i bet is the greatest of all I have read till now.

"Krish & Ananya" ; the name of couple looks pretty smarter though I have intentionally omitted their respective surnames as it may create confusion. The talented IIM-A post graduates are in a mission to socialise their post-lovestory@IIM-A marriage plans and to make acceptable by everyone.

The first page tells the honesty 'Dedicated to my in-laws' . Don't see the bottom of the page for clarification because you will be better clarified in the book later. This lovestory at IIM-A definitely reminds me of his(Bhagat's) debut ton "five point someone" though that included severe peculiar circumstances that are exclusively available in engg. campuses. But one thing is noticeable, Mr. Chetan Bhagat has deliberately skipped those intimate scenes with his girlfriend. Oh my God, I miss it..........
Yeah,OK, this is quite reasonable . After all he is describing his future wife(Actual or fictional I don't know but I guess it has 70% connection to his present marital status.)

But the question is how he did it? I'm dying to know the secrets how he wooed the most beautiful girl in the college campus. I guess it is a very tough job.(Perhaps I think so because I lack experience.)

The book states about 2 different cultures, punjabi & tamil. Both are extereme but form a vital share in the nation's cultural history. Though he did define the big differences that mattered to Krish and Ananya , but he forgot to tell the similarities. Perhaps there are none. His description of each of the characters is a masterpiece according to the flow of the story. Of course , it is not a booker prize winner.

His description at IIM-A is fantastic. Definitely his abilities to talk to God and his own self in different circumstances have served him much. But daring to propose to marry in an interview is really a superb fantasy. And I'm not buying the fact literally. The flow was smooth but somehow in the middle of it when krish started at CITY Chennai , the story formed a stagnatic mode. But as soon as krish's adventures began to be loved by Ananya's family it's charmness returned. His verbosity of the story was with consistency of low level language and consistent use of phrase related to 'fuck' did the interesting part.

The deteriorated father-son relationship is a great example of the generation gap. Of course I am glad at last the relationship restored in a dramatic manner.

He reminded the days when there was a huge difference between being educated in govt college and privately funded college(so called donation college).But on the advent of privatisation of education these differences are fading away. And yes, it hit me saying being an IIT alumni is an important thing to impress all south Indian families(not girls). And I assume by reference of this great book that it's a definite bad luck for me not qualifying to IIT's and hence I shouldn't think of a girl like Ananya.

The book is written in a national spirit. Both the cultures are slammed and praised in equal weightage.(Except the dedication part).North indian , south indian , west indian(Gujarati in '3 mistakes of my life') 3/4th of Indian culture unplugged. But where are we, east indian , dude? I am begging you please do mention about us in your next bestseller. I am sure you may not find smarties and cuties like Ananya here; but you will find lots of 'Kavita-ji','sipra masi' and'dolly'.

Some generalisations drawn from the book:

The boy tried to break up several times by avoiding her. But he couldn't. But the girl wanted once and she had it. No force could stop her. Why I don't know.
The maggymaking abilities of Ananya didn't came handy , but her skills as a marketing manager did the convincing part. Isn't it?
Male always are interested towards more money and less work but women always interested towards working more.
Fucking money does the trick always. It reminds me the ad campaign by TATA-TEA
Manju's blue picture adventure and Dolly's wrong number boyfriend tells about the current modern but confused state of indian youth.
Of course one thing worth notable. They never fought over money and who'll pay for.
Excellent Bala shows typical characteristics of Indian bosses. How succesfully he shifted the negligence over to Krish is an example of corporate bureucracy.
Want philosophic advices. Check page no 102...."National anthem, national song....." want more visit the link http://www.chetanbhagat.com/blog/
Still want more email me after checking 'Diary of a sophomore'.

At last I'm relieved as the long review of the small book.

please comment I sincerely beg......

thank you....

Definitions of an Effective Class

2009-11-20T06:28:00.000-08:00

Effective class is a type of class where duplex type of communication occurs. There should be proper and definite channels of communication between both ends. There must be interactive sessions in the class where students can ask doubts without any humiliation . But it is in no means an attempt to insult the respected members of the session or inappropriate interrogation of a healthy proceedings in the class. Also if the students are barred from asking ,that leads to dampening the spirit of class .To ask is one of the fundamental rights of students and it in no means can be compromised. Each and every student must be properly active in the class and their body language reflects upon their inertness. The personality and accent of the relevant faculty builds up the class excluding proficiency in the subject. If he/she fails to appeal to students through his/her principles, then it is termed as a pedagogue . Hence the respect for the teacher adds to the effectiveness of learning process and it comes fluently from the personality he/she possess.

These thing in a tit and bit make up a good and succesful class. But if these defined standards deteriorate to a sizeable low , then it is better to stop that goddamn class. I don't comment whether this is a fault by the faculty or some indescent and below-courtesial behaviour of some mischievous students; but the sum up of the whole thing is a result of conflict and lack of interest between both the terminals. The interesting paper like maths and reasoning can be very boring and intolerable if the class becomes an abode of such unnecessary vascillations.

Climate Change: Are we ready??

2009-11-20T06:26:00.000-08:00

The alarming increase in temperature in recent few days in the costal areas even in the monts of november and december has been quite horrifying. The gradual ascending rate of degradation of polar glaciers can be termed as areason for the aforesaid fact and is a clear indication of the much hyped global warming. Though it has been a regular term and quite popular too, but everything have been closed in the forms of plans and preparatios at the artificial bureucratic level. Developed and developing economies continue their business in bottlenecking each other in order to cut down emissions , but nothing exactly is happening.

The relevant discussions are not yet on the table . Hence drafting and implementing regulations can be termed as a post decade affair. Then what would be the climate and environment conditions can not be predictable. Perhaps islands like maldives , fiji etc. would be disappeared from the world atlas.

In this regard the copenhagen summit scheduled in december bears much importance . But the most important thing is since this is a global crisis ;every nation whether large or small in terms of wealth , population or anything should step forward to resolve it. The deadlock between master and slave economies need to be resolved soon and leaders like US, China, Japan and Europen countries should not hide from their responsibilities to lead the campaign. If they will set examples others will follow. And yes, India is going to play a major role in this regard in the international arena. The national leaders should realise that it won't hamper the growth of economy, rather it would enhance its proclimity and would be accepted vastly throughout.

Thank you..........

Technology As A Vector Of Crime....

2009-11-10T08:26:00.000-08:00

The past few years have seen dramatic increase in the no of crimes. The fact and reasons to mention is neither the vigilance has gone dizzy nor the vulgar have become smart suddenly. It is the unprecedented and never expected entry of educated people in the field of crime. Their education and exposure to antisocial activities during sophomoric terms is providing adroitness and vigour even in their debut stunts.

It is really shocking and disappealing to see that even esteemed tech institutions of national level like IITs are no less different than the rest. Recently arrest of an IITian in the case of rape and murder of a naga girl proves the truth value of the earlier statement.

Since the age is going ultra high tech, cutting edge products are being available quite easily, the impossibles are going possible ,the crime scenes are changing plots too in accordance. But it is the same inertness of the vigilance that sucks. It is definitely true that technological advancement is meant to sustain our life in numerous norms, but actually it is deployed to plunge into the delicacy of life and destroy it.

The involvement of technology certainly diminishes the effect of old crooks, but new whiz kids are on the roll which are unstoppable. It may seem to be a nostalgia of Hollywood sci-fi 's going real but the charm of life is continuously descending which is hard to believe.

thank you....................

DIARY OF A SOPHOMORE...........

2009-11-10T07:33:00.000-08:00

'CONFESSION' the word is a great religious term I ever thought of. People confess to get rid of contradiction of beliefs,head-ons between eulogistic titans, to be ascetic and most importantly antagonistic pattern in their psychology and behaviours.

But at last I want to confess in the name of GOD (the entity I have always confused but still believe the existence of) for the virtue of me and my basic instincts. I confess , I swear for all my deeds, for my reckless and out-of-herd behaviour, for my ruthless bizarre opinions, for everything I should be ashamed of.

I am a proud fan of the personality that I possess though most of the traits have been inherited from my father. The persons behaving similarly gain the maximum amount of self belief and satisfaction over their activities while most of them are not easily accepted by others. They are highly aggressive and most often over tempered and overreacting. Exactly that's what I am. It is not required at all to describe what happens at the moment when I lose my temper. The cheap words and scenic attitude I display at the moment is quite offensive for which I am ashamed of.

I think myself as a master of my own destiny. As an architect of a great global monument as a business role model, as a tech tycoon or as a literary boom my mindsets provide different frames at various period of time to boost this morale. These times I pretend to be an imaginative quantity. I still remember one of the famous quotes of some great man:

"In a country huge like India dreaming small is supposed to be a curse"

But at times I face the psychological conflicts emerging at an alarming rate to be conferred. When I think everyone should have an aim and dreams to cherish in the lifetime but on contrary I supports the concept of not expecting or hoping for the results of our deeds.

The thing is that I am unable to differentiate between expectation and aim. To aim means to carry on some expectations which I have already stated as completely different concepts. These type of confusions in my language are "MORAL ILLUSIONS" whose participating entities though are different in common norms are complicatedly interdependent. Not in just an aforesaid issue , this holds true for most of the religious, political and philosophical principles of mine.

As far as theism is concerned my opinion is too a divided one. I see myself as a firm believer in GOD, religion and customs but several occasions disapproves its authenticity. I know 'ATTITUDE' is the virtue that diversifies people the most but my attitude is never changing which concerns me the most.

The best thing I have got from my father is to plan well like an architect, plan to every bit of the strategy. But the saddest part is I have not learned to execute those excellent plans into practice. I too know the reasons but those reasons are noble virtues like punctuality and regularity which were never the part of my dictionary.

Finally I want to say that I am getting used to the habit of writing regularly .The term 'regularly' how long exists is again definitely a function of time for sure.

thank you....

Austerity Drive Of Corporates

2009-11-05T09:55:00.000-08:00

While I was flapping my daily newspaper last evening ,one particular word caught my attention amidst severe crowd 'PHILANTHROPY'.

While my grey cells turned red to find such aword in the commerce pageof the daily, I quickly flashed through the details to sound my tenderness.

The fact was that Google founder billionaire Mr.Sergey Brin is donating one million dollars to HIAS(Hebrew Immigrants Aid Society) which helped his family escape from the communist rule from Russia in the late 70's.

The gift is though precise on having a minority report on the $16 dollar empire of Mr.Brin,but it can be termed as initiation phase of a great charitier.These events too remind of the greatest philanthropists of all time like Bill Gates and Warren Buffet .Once upon atime the billionaire who was heavily criticised of not being involved in any charitable work is doing wonders in the form of 'Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation'.

The international foundation not only helps to eradicate AIDS ,but also it is turning out to be a 'paradigm shift' in the terms of human welfare. Even on an addition to its legacy the foundn has been allowed as first foreign organisation to operate in China.

The stepping out of corporate giants into the fields of human welfare may be viewed as mere advertising and publicity stunts to their public image and personality. But the impacts of such operations are enormous on the socialistic point of view.They are pouring their hard driven money back into the mainstream of society to mend the flaws created years back.

On coming back to India the horizon of corporate modesty on the occasions of public welfare seems loomy and complicated.The occasions of donations and eudaimoniac offerings arranged by the biggies of Indian Industries are rare and most of the time these austerity drives are accompanied by glamour and publicity provided by major media houses.

However, these ways of making an interseting mixture of business and social terms is great and ever welcome.