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Love behind Shadow !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 00:50:00 +0000

' Lajjo ' my mom called me, It was the Sunday morning, the only morning I can't enjoy. In every two minutes I don't know from which corner of my home a sound gets echoed, ' Lajjo ' this time my father, "han papa", I replied. " I don't know where the hell is your mother gone, it's been thirty years of marriage but she is same". " Papa just tell me what you need", I said. " See that water got boiled or not, I need to take bath, am yelling for the last half an hour".

Hello friends, this is the scene of every morning esp. Sunday morning, am 'Lajjwanti' the so called 'damsel' of a middle class family, being the only daughter am like the central nervous system of our home, neither me nor my parents realize my need, the need of my own self, neither me nor my parents ever realized when I picked ‘belan’ over copy and pen, my day starts with brooming our house and ends with grooming it's spouse, but above all I loved my house and my small life inside it, a small garden surrounding my home always pulled me to sit and have some romantic sequence, but I often avoided such thoughts with a small laugh because there was nobody in my life to make me feel, that feel of romance. Leaving my education after boarding school I never got any chance to get proximate with any one, this is the reason I get extremely happy when somebody in our home talks about my marriage.

‘Lajjo’... Lajjo... somebody called from neighbor and took me out from my forgotten world of own self, but I didn't give any response, I really liked this way, sitting at the front gate of my home looking at the flowers and messing with my idiosyncrasies... this time I was looking at the 'shadow' from a long time, neither that shadow was moving nor I was leaving from here... the shadow seemed to be of a man or probably a 'boy' and this was really strange I was thinking about my 'hypothetical' men world looking at the shadow of a real man. " Lajjo.... " My mom shouted angrily from inside. " ya mom now what, it's noon now let me relax for some time, and ya tell me where were you" I asked. " Just shut the main door, am going to sleep" my mom said and left. I went and closed the door and turned around... just then I felt something, I opened the gate again and saw that shadow... was not there.

Next day in the morning only, I went with my father to bring some home stuffs and vegetables, he dropped me near 'tilak market' and went to office. It was a damn humid day and I was wearing suit of blue color, this tilak market had it's own history it was not a good place for girls. After shopping I returned to home around 11:30, "mummy" I called my mother... mummy please come and help me", but I guess she was not in home and I think papa is right sometimes ' 30 years of marriage but she is still same' I thought. After putting the bags in the kitchen I came in veranda with the bottle of water. I was looking at the little 'puppy' doing something in the grass, I was drinking water while smiling at him, soon I realized something interesting, the cute puppy and the grass was covered by a 'shadow' the same shadow which I saw yesterday and this really excited me at this moment, I kept the bottle aside and just looked at the 'shadow', I didn't know who was he and where he was, but I thought there is someone who is chasing me and I smiled, the sunlight was very clear, I went a bit closer... to make my perception clear... It was actually a boy's shadow; his big shoulders... wide back ... his hairs. It was something like a poster of a 'hero' lying on the ground... I stepped a bit more towards him... the shadow was not moving. He was sitting idle... probably looking at me from some where... the shadow was falling on grass and it was the curve of his right shoulder falling across grass... I was contemplating where is he sitting after all... I came out to see... but just then that shadow turned in to 6 feet. He started moving in fact he ran... " Why you came out, " I thought probably he got afraid.... I remained in the garden with that silly puppy... " Lajjo... Lajjo... " My mom called me from some where... " Mom where were you " I asked from garden. " I was in the neighbor girl " mom replied. " listen what are you doing in the garden in such terrible heat come" mom said.

Whole day I kept on checking my hero again & again, pursuit of a shadow I thought. On my bed at night I was contemplating about him... who is he? Why is he chasing me? Where he has seen me? Why don't he... why he is so afraid? These were some of the questions not letting me sleep, but who ever he is, I want to meet him. I think he should be a nice guy not one of those who are only interested in ogling girls for no reason. I still remember his shoulders I have not seen them but still am fascinated, what if he will come in front of me, how he will look like, how he will speak may be he will kneel down on his knees and will say something which I want to hear... All these thoughts dominated me so much that I stood and went near window with a doubt; I might find him at this time. No shadow was there only the lonely grasses and flowers of my garden... and so I went to sleep.

"Lajjo... Lajjo" my mom yelled in the morning to awake me... "Again the same morning I got involved in my regular stuffs. While working I was looking at the clock again and again, was waiting for both the hands of the clock to meet so that can meet my shadow, this was the general time when he used to come. This was really a very strange situation of my life, a girl falling in love with the shadow of a man how weird is that I can't even discuss it with anyone, any sane person will think am a psycho or a 'despo' but this was not the reality. This word LOVE is strange in itself; it can save a life with a little hope and it also take a life because of that same little hope. In my case it was the hope giving me life, a life of my dream, dream to sit in the garden with him, dream to hold his hand just lie on his shoulders... It was 12 in the clock, with lot of hope and expectations I opened the door and looked around, there he was waiting for me in the heat. I sat in the veranda looking at the shadow of him, smiling uselessly on the silly situation. Neither I can see him nor I can talk to him, just watching his shadow was in my destiny. Many days went like this and I was really frustrated now, just the pursuit of a shadow is not that what I deserve, so I thought to do something.

Next day, before 12 o clock I went in to the garden and wrote 'I want to meet you' with the white powder at the exact place where his shadow use to fall and waited him to come. But my sincere luck threw a very poor sarcasm on me he didn't come that day. Now the big problem was to clean that place, white powder mixes with grass so well just like sugar mixes in milk. I bought a bucket and somehow managed to get it clean and nobody saw me except an 'aunty' in neighbor, but it was okay we were not having good terms with them. I waited for sometime and then I went in my room disappointed with the incident I sat on the bed and picked my diary... and to my wonders there was a message in capital letters " MEETING IS NOT IN OUR DESTINY". I was shocked not able to move, what is this I asked to my self? After two minutes I stood up ran to the veranda he was there, he was moving his hands to say me bye... and the shadow disappeared. I didn't know what was happening how he managed to come in to the room and wrote that message, how he came to know am again coming in veranda. I closed the door and went in to the room hoping to see some new message but nothing was there. The whole incident made me restless, in the night I was just looking at the page of the diary on which he left the message. I never thought that I will get somebody who will love me so much, someone who will hold me and have the sense to reply me back when I'll get impatient. But why meeting is not in our destiny? I thought and who is he? God please give me these answers before I die. Next morning there was no one in the home mom and dad both went somewhere and I thought today I would reveal this suspense of shadow. I went to the veranda and sat on the chair waiting for him. Waiting for the person you love teaches us real patience one second seems one hour and life becomes a pendulum.

It was around 12 and my heartbeats were even embarrassing the speed of time, "It's still ten minutes left lajjo" I said to myself and went inside to drink some water. I just took three sips and came back running from the kitchen and against to my expectation he was not there. I turned my head in anger " why he is not coming" I was saying to myself but then I even didn't finish the sentence and he was there. Same position; same place everything was same, looking at the shadow I felt like hugging him but I just sat on the bench and looked at the shadow silently. "Who are you?” I asked form the veranda only. No reply "why we can't meet,” I asked again. "At least tell me your name,” I asked again but he was quiet. "Why don't you go on terrace and see him?” I said to myself. Silently I moved inside and reached to the stairs. I prayed to the God before going up... not making any sound I reached at the terrace, half in the stairs and half on the terrace I looked all around but there was no body. Then I went to the front of the terrace in the direction of the shadow and it was still there. It was strange the shadow was just opposite to the sun but there was nobody, even my shadow was overlapping it but there was no clue of him. It again disappointed me; I hugged his shadow with my shadow thinking there is somebody holding me. I came down and went into the garden near him, bending on my knees I sat near the shadow looked at him for some minutes and then I went down and kissed the grass I mean him, tears rolled down and they fell on the shadow. I again turned my head all around to see where is he but... After sometime he went no bye today, cursing my life I came in my room, I picked the diary but there was no message. "Lajjo..lajjo" mom called from the door, "yes mummy coming" I replied. I was doing the work but I was disappointed, nothing was clear... who is he, why he is hiding there were Lot's of questions.

The day was over and I was in the room to sleep, just before going to bed I picked my diary to read that message again... but beyond my expectation there was new message in capitals "YOU AGAIN CRIED WHILE KISSING ME FIRST TIME" and the diary got slipped from my hands, I moved back and leaned against the wall, It scared me... I rotated my eyeballs there was nobody; I looked outside from the window nothing was there then who wrote this message. I sat on the bed and out of fear and frustration I started crying silently putting my head down. What is happening with me, who is he... should I talk to mummy all these questions were eating me every moment, I wanted to cry aloud but I can't... "Shakshi... shakshi" somebody called these words, I lifted my head and felt like a heart attack that same shadow was just below my bed, I gripped the bed tightly and looked all around, tube light was behind shadow but still it was on the flour. "Who are you" I asked softly. "Why are you afraid of me... shakshi" he replied. "Who shakshi my name is lajjo and why don't you show your face" I said. "No you are shakshi... long long time back we loved each other but you died in an accident, since then am waiting for you... how can you forget me am your AMAN" he said. I felt like shouting but I was not able to utter a single word... some times when you see some thing impossible your mind tends to loose it's mind itself. "What rubbish are you talking, you mean to say you are a spirit,” I asked. " Yes shakshi am waiting for you... the last day of your 30th year is the last day of your life, and fortunately that is the day when my soul will also depart then we will go from this earth together... till then my shadow is with you..." he said and the shadow disappeared.

It was out of my senses, can this happen I have heard the cases of re-incarnation on news channels watched them in movies but this time it's happening with me. I was feeling like an innocent child lost in the crowd... totally helpless. I contemplated on his words last day of my 30th year that is my birthday, which was just two days ahead. It scared me more I was left with only one day, what about my parents my dreams my life. It was unbelievable, what kind of game my life was playing with me. Whole night I was not able to sleep, the moment I close my eyes that shadow seems to be talking. Next morning I remained in my room, I told mummy that I was not well. I didn't want to see that shadow, what all he said really scared me, I really loved my life a lot. It was again the same time 12 pm, I closed my eyes and try to sleep but the last conversation haunted me again. I opened my eyes and looked at the celling, gradually that shadow appeared, and I again closed my eyes thinking it was a hallucination. "Shakshi why are you running from me when it's time to be together again, I have waited for 30 years to see this" he said. I was quiet not able to accept the happenings. "How you are so sure that I will die tomorrow" I asked. "Every thing repeats itself in thirty years, this is the law from heaven you can't change it. Once you leave this body you will remember each and every thing or probably before that" he said. “What if I didn't die tomorrow" I asked. The shadow disappeared leaving me alone with one more question. Now I was completely out of my mind, I laughed on my destiny again "God I always prayed for a true lover but I didn't know the dimensions of it" I thought. Now I realize why they say true love stories are incomplete. The day went in frustration, at 12 o clock in the night my mom and dad celebrated my birthday but I was just standing with a fake smile.

Next morning I went to the market with my mother thinking at least I will be with her avoiding all the thoughts of death and shadow. While walking in the market I was so curious, every next shadow seemed to be talking to me telling me that am going to die today. I avoided every thing and tried to get completely involved "Why are you so dull today?" my mom asked. "Noting mamma just feeling uneasy,” I said. All the shopping was done and we were returning to home. We called an auto and hired it till the home. I was sitting in the auto and was looking at some funny pictures of salman posted in the auto then I just looked on the road his shadow was following us continuously, suddenly something hit the auto from the back it lost the balance and we were on the road. I was lying on the road, my head was bleeding and mummy was yelling for the help. In that unconscious condition the only thing was coming in my mind was his prediction and now I really felt that it's the last day of my life. I was in the ICU surviving for the life. I was in an oblivion state not aware about the happenings, but back of the mind the imprints of my past life were calling me. In that flashback I saw AMAN clearly, how we met I saw that page on which he wrote 'Shakshi weds Aman' and posted on his wall, gradually I was loosing lajjo and the shakshi inside was coming out. This time I was eager to leave my body as soon as possible. But the ventilator on which I was kept was holding me back. What a death it was happier than life. This is the power of love it can take all your fears if you truly love someone but the price for it can sometime cost you a life. At exact 5:37 pm I left my body, poor lajjo was again alone with her unfulfilled dreams. But I didn't saw AMAN where is he, it was the moment to hug and to see this earth from heaven. He was no where, I reached at lajjo's terrace I thought he must be waiting for me here... there I saw an angel from heaven "Where is AMAN" I asked her. "He is in that house,” she said pointing a nearby house. "I didn't got you,” I said. " You forgot your own words... true love stories are always incomplete... will see you both after 30 years..." she said and disappeared. I went to that house; the family was playing with a newborn baby...

Last Sin...

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:33:00 +0000

It was a strange silence in the cell, I realized it when I opened my eyes slowly. Only few hours were left between me and my capital punishment, each passing moment was making me happy because the kind of life I received here was a new definition to the word called pathetic. I never thought in my entire life that the last moments of my life will be so painful and I will shed tears out of remorse. There was nothing in the cell apart from a small window near the celling and an iron gate. I was lying in the center watching the moon light coming in and falling on my feet. From a very long time a cockroach was trying to climb on my legs but I was not able to move them. Finally he succeeded and reached my stomach, I tried to throw him but till then he reached my head and left the cell. "God why don't you just finish me, I can't wait till morning now" I thought. "Please God" shouting such things in my own I started contemplating about some parts of my life and also my last sin... which was not actually mine.

That evening was the same as daily, after coming out from the bar of sikandarpur I took the metro, I was going to meet 'divyali' she lived at 'ghitorni' kind of small urban village of South Delhi. In the regular manner I was drunk today also, but still I was getting some hunch of dispute at 'ghitorni'. I called divyali but she didn't attended my call, I concentrated more and I saw some men at divyal's room trying to.... " why don't you move" somebody said from behind as the station of ghitorni was arrived. I stepped out from metro and swiftly moved towards down. My this ability to visualize the things before is a God gift to me. After wasting my life in nonsense pursuits I finally realized this power in my adolescence. From then it's my source of earning, I started telling people on which lottery they should put their money and on which property they should claim and I kept 10% of the profit with me. My girlfriend thought that am a gambler because of my bank balance but I never involved in any illegal issues.

I reached her room and knocked the door really hard, "coming.. coming" she yelled from inside. "Divyali are you alright, did somebody came here" I asked her. "I think you have taken more than your capacity today" she said putting her 'chunni' on the shoulder. "No, I saw some people forcing you..". "Shut up nobody can dare to do this with me" she said. I came closer holded her and said,"not even me". We kissed... "Aadarsh leave me" she said while pushing me and went to the kitchen."Where is your roommate miss 'gunjan'" I asked. "She is still in the office" she replied. I sat on the bed and started reading the magazine, she bought two cups of tea and suddenly her phone rang displaying the name 'Amit'. I looked at her, her expressions got changed the moment she looked at the cell as if something wrong has happened. She picked the call and said," I ll call you latter" and ended the call. "hmmm why don't you call him now, who is he and why the hell he is calling you even after your office timings" I said in anger. "ohh common aadarsh he is just my colleague not my X or Y boyfriend" she said. "Then why don't you talked to him in front of me" I said and left the room."Aadarsh.. aadrash listen she followed me but I went shutting the door at her face, "talk to him only"I shouted. That evening got spoiled because that phone call, after coming home I repented on my behaviour, I don't know why I become so impulsive and over possessive sometimes, it was just a call. It was around 8 pm and I went to the near by shop to have a cigarette. Suddenly my phone rang, it was divyali. I was not in the mood to talk to her so I rejected the call. She again called me, " yes what happened" I said answering the call. "aadarsh.. aadarsh" and she was weeping. "What happened... divyali what happened..." I asked. "Please come here, 4 people came here and they..." she said. "Am coming..." I said and ended the call. My home was near 'sarita vihar' and it took me almost an hour to reach ghitorni. First I thought to take an auto but nobody got ready for ghitorni so I headed for the metro. I tried her number many times but it was switched off and 'gunjan' was not picking my call, it made me more curious. "We are sorry for the inconvenience there will be a short delay" there was an announcement in the metro. "No" I shouted and the people around looked at me. I was continuously trying her number but it was switched off. God why you are doing this to me, I was really fed up. I still remember last time it was the same situation, phone switch off... no replies... tension and what I saw... she had cut her nerves out of the frustration. God please no life and death game today, am sick of defending her against hell, knowing the fact that she doesn't loves me, she still feels that nobody can love her more than her ex-boyfriend.

I reached ghitorni again and just ran to her room. "Divyali... divyali" I shouted knocking at the door. But no reply... No option was left, finally I brooked the glass of the window and got inside. The moment I stepped inside I looked at the fan of the hall... and opposite to my expectations she was not hanging. I went in to the bed room, she was there... weeping on the bed. "Divyali are you mad.. am knocking the doors.. shouting asking the people and you are sitting here". She looked at me "aadarsh" saying this she stood and hugged me. "What happened divyali... why are you crying, will you please tell me something" I said consoling her. "But first you have to promise that you will not get annoyed" she said. "Why are you saying this, and please stop playing this hide and seek please tell me the matter" I said. "Nitin came here with his friends" she said. "Again... again the same thing every time your past relation is hampering us, Nitin nitin nitin... am fed up with this person, what the hell he wants from you" I said in anger. "When we were in relation I took ten thousand rupees from him, today he tried to..." she said. " I will kill that bustard.. I don't know from where you get guts to say that nobody can love you more than him, and then you expect me to do wonders for you" I said. She came to me and said," don't aadarsh.. you are my only hope, a support to my life. I can't afford to loose you, I don't know about him but nobody can love you more than me". We looked at each other " don't worry am there with you, I ll arrange the money what I all want from you is just an assurance that you are mine..." I said.

We hugged each other and hugged very tightly this time, I put my mobile and locker keys on the table nearby. In just few minutes we were on the bed, she wanted me to be more romantic but I avoided because I was still thinking about that bustard, his influence in her life was like a slow poison for me. "What you are thinking about" she said bringing her face over me. I looked in her eyes and like never before they were pulling me... she came more closer I was able to feel her breath and like never before that was taking my senses... "divyali what has happened to you today, you are not seeming real" I said. She replied with a kiss... "it's nothing just trying to be yours forever... I holded her tightly despite the word 'trying' was echoing in my ears again and again. My eyes were closed and suddenly I saw something unusual at the back of my mind that am lying in a jail and remembering these very moments before getting the capital punishment. Suddenly I left her and turned my head, 4 men were standing in the room pointing their gun towards me. The situation was much ahead of a sane mind's imagination, I looked at divyali she was also blank. Who were they and what they want, unable to utter a single word I was just thinking what to do. "you come to this side" one of them said to divyali and one of them came near to me not the changing the gun's position. "Who all are you" I asked gripping the hand of the person standing near to me.. suddenly three of them jumped over me to probably kill me... I saw divyali coming towards me. "You get away from here" I shouted and suddenly someone smashed on my nose and I felt like a black sheet came in front of my eyes. I fell on the bed bleeding from nose but still was able to see few things but every thing seemed blurred. Divyali didn't stopped and she came near to me, but instead of helping she picked the locker keys and was going out of the room giving some kind of instructions to those guys, in fact she was talking to them rotating those keys in her finger. I felt like killing her right at that time, I turned my eyeballs around picked the knife from the table, she was moving out of the room or coming in, I don't remember but I saw someone in pink suit and threw the knife on her which went like a bullet and hit at the back. She was down and someone again hit me this time on the head. Next time I opened my eyes I was in the jail, people say that I was in coma while the court decided to give me capital punishment based on the fingerprints founded on that knife. They say that I took the life of an innocent girl, people see me as a psycho lover who killed her girlfriend after doing sex with her. Nobody knows the truth and I don't want to tell the truth.

This is the last night of my life just after few hours I will become a history and people will give my examples to their daughters. In my whole life I have heard people saying that there is nothing called destiny... luck is just an another name to the wrong decisions of life... but after this incident of my life I can say one thing... there are many things in life on which you have no control... no matter what you do your destiny will give you the predestined result. It was morning by now and the people came to take me to the gallows... while walking through the corridor I saw someone in one of the cell, I felt like my destiny is kidding with me even at the last moments of my life, it was 'gunjan' whom I killed that day, she was also involved in the game. With the curious soul I reached at the gallows and he asked me my last wish. "I want to see the person prisoned in cell no. 28" I said. She came with two female constables holding her hand tightly. She was just in front of me, I saw this scene when I met her first time at ghitorni, same scene... gallows... divyali with two female constables... the only mistake my destiny did that I didn't saw myself in front of her standing at the gallows.... "WHY" I shouted... she was crying... a piece of cloth covered my face... I was still looking at her... with the sound of the shuttle down my life ended... and I realized my LAST SIN was not the murder but the True LOve...

A Winter Night. . .

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 23:32:00 +0000

It was 10:30 in the night, after having supper I was going to sleep suddenly someone knocked at the door. At the age of 76 it's really hard to welcome those things which are against your desire. Moving through the veranda I opened the door, a young charming boy of around 20 years was standing on the door with a bouquet in his hand. "Good evening mam, am hitesh sorry to disturb at this time but I have came from a very far place just to have few words with you", he said. I looked at him in a fix, a face asking so many questions and eyes pleading for my mercy to take him in. "How can I help you Mr. hitesh ?", I asked smiling at him. "Mam today I have read your book ' I was not misandrous but... ' and I wanted to discuss something, mam please don't say no I have travelled for three days just to meet you please".

His eagerness somewhat convinced me to have some words with him after all he made me feel like a new coveted writer of the millennium, "am obliged hitesh" I said walking through the veranda with him. "Have a seat and what would you like tea or coffee, don't say dinner because it's over" I said laughing at him. "Nothing mam, it's okay just a glass of water" he said. I went in the kitchen for water, he was observing each and every thing with his nervous eyes, even the way he sat on sofa was so formal both legs joint with arms over them, just two eyes inspecting even the dust. "Why you are so curious" I asked him while serving water. "Nothing mam it's just I don't know, am disturbing you in such a wintry night am feeling very odd, am really sorry" he said. " See am not a professional writer, this book is just the journey of my life. Your kind words made me feel something great about me and that's the reason you are sitting here" I said. " Mam you don't read newspaper, entire media is talking about your book and you are denying your deserved honor" he said. "No am not at all interested in the world outside my door" I said. His face went blank after listening my statement. "Hitesh it's not the honor or fame for which I have written this book, it took me ten years to pen it down. This book is not a fiction, every line and word articulates my experience of each day, it narrates the song of my 'deprived longingness'. It was just an incident that Mr. manjrekar my neighbor convinced me to share it with the world and I accepted it contemplating more on my financial status. Well leave, you tell me what you want to know ?". " Mam if am not wrong the word 'misandrous' means hatred towards men, the way you have written the entire story talks about the struggle of a women with this entire world and esp 'men'. I still remember that line of your book 'I feel like putting every men existing on this planet in a large pit after filling it with sulphuric acid'."

"Mam, after reading this book every men would have felt some kind of embarrassment on himself and that's the reason media is so much interested. I want to know what influenced you so much that tarnished the whole male community. I know it can be something personal but please mam don't deny, I may not be able to alleviate the pain inside your heart but I can make an attempt to ease something. Please mam don't say no." he pleaded like anything. "Hitesh you are behaving like you know me very closely, it's strange to me but still your question is something which I would love to answer. Hitesh as the title goes 'I was not misandrous but...' but the situations and experience which I had with most of the men in my life were not too good, esp with the person whom I loved more than any thing existing in this world. We met in our graduations, right from that time to our post graduations we had the best times of our life. He proposed me after getting drunk on Diwali night right in front of my house" I said smiling on my own. "He did many of the craziest things for me which could force any women to give him at least one chance and so did I. Meeting him daily became the habit of my life, listening him, feeling his presence was like a daily ritual for me. You know 'Love' has an invisible power which redefines your life, it's something like flowing in a river with a strip on your eyes. Something like this happened with me also. After graduations he left Bhagalpur and went to Delhi for post graduations. This was the turning point of our lives, initially it strengthened our relation because first time we realized the significance of being together at one place, people often take this proximity granted but when you are apart even one meeting is like rain of heaven. Our love was getting intensified day by day, long hours of talking neglecting the high call rates. The time which am talking describes the era when people with mobile phones were considered rich. He used to call me on a STD booth number at sharp 6pm daily, and I used to pay a monthly rental of Rs 500 to the STD booth owner just for attending his call.

My daily prayers at that time didn't covered any thing of my life, the only thing which I used to pray for was our 'meetings'. It took 24 hours of journey to reach Delhi from Bhagalpur, 'Vikram Shila' the only daily train from Bhagalpur often ditched me by getting late beyond the tolerance level of any human being. Sometimes I had waited for whole one day on platform, but despite of all the intricacies in our way we met. Most of the times it was me who used to go and meet him because one of my maternal aunt stayed at Delhi so it was easy for me to have an excuse at home." I said and went silent for two minutes. " He never came to meet you mam ? " hitesh asked. " For him it was more difficult than me because of class schedules and lots of inevitable troubles but still he managed many times esp during the festive seasons" I said. " So where is he today ?" hitesh asked. I looked at him contemplating what to say because there are some answers in life which are easy to accept but hard to realize. " Hitesh my son, I don't know what to say on this, with immense courage I have recollected my shattered soul and you again want me to... He was looking at me with great eagerness, his face was pleading to know the answer and suddenly breaking my silence he said,"mam are you okay". " It was December 21st he called me Delhi, after exploring whole Delhi in the day we were standing in the balcony, he was holding me from behind and we were silently feeling the cold breezes of that winter night. Just below the balcony there was large field of wheat, on that night it was covered with thick fog and the yellow road light coming behind the tress made it more serene. There was an unusual sound of silence, it seemed like the tress, grasses and fog are singing a melody for moon and just celebrating their own beauty. Suddenly holding me tight he kissed on my shoulder, I turned back we both looked in to each other's eyes and I don't know when our lips got joined. I still remember those moments, every winter night and the cold breeze coming through it still touches me like anything. That kiss was just the beginning we didn't care for anything on that night it was just me and him, nothing dared to come in between us that night, no religion, no social bondage's, no fear of future nothing. It was the most memorable winter night of my life so memorable that some of it's sound still echoes in my soul and takes me beyond this room and I feel like am again standing on that balcony in his arms and those cold breezes are continuously titillating me."

Next morning I left Delhi, he came to drop me at station and first time ever I saw tears in his eyes, for me it was very unusual. Life became same after that, he didn't called me for several days this time, even after reaching Bhagalpur I was in Delhi, my last experience with him made me oblivion for several days and nights. I thought he must be busy in his exams and other stuffs. Every day I went to the same STD booth exactly at 6 pm but he didn't called. The whole month passed like this but he didn't called. I was tensed like anything now, I was dying to talk to him. Finally I started calling him but he didn't received any of my calls. Hitesh of all the worst things which can happen on this planet can't defeat this one, when you desperately want to do some thing but unfortunately nothing is in your hand, you can't do anything apart from wait. In these moments the negativity inside us dominates the soul and put it in a deep shit where you can't see anything because of darkness. One very day I continuously tried his number at least 50 missed calls. Finally he picked"." hello where are you it's one month, you know how much worried I am here, do you have any kind of sense what you are doing ?" I banged him with these questions. " Hello who is this " was the reply I got and the call ended. I again tried his number but the cell was switched off by now. I felt like a innocent baby lost in the crowd and asking for the help. After two days I decided to go Delhi and meet him but on the very same day I got a letter from his side. " Dear, I don't want to keep any kind of relation with you, it was my very big mistake that I had a relation with a girl like you. Don't try to contact me ever, am no more a part of your life, goodbye"
With these words the letter ended and I got fainted after reading it." "But why he did that " hitesh interrupted. " I still pray to God to give me this answer before I die hitesh " I said. " What happened after that" hitesh asked. " It took me one month to come out of depression but still I was not alive, I lost the all the spark I had. Even after that I tried my best to reach him but I don't know where he went leaving me alone. After that my parents forced me for marriage but I denied. I decided I will not marry because now it was hard for me to trust any guy. Not only him after his chapter my father became the next problem of my life, neglecting my happiness he was more concerned with his status in society. In the wrath against my decision he asked me to leave the home. Then I thought to move Delhi but my legs didn't supported me to again witness that place. So I went to a near by village and joined a school for earning. I never thought the person whom I loved so much will let me face such days. Despite of all the smile I gave him he gave me tears tears and tears. People in that village came to know that a young girl is staying here alone and as a result I even got raped."

Hitesh went blank after listening this much hiding his tears he asked me,"then how you came to alwar?" "After facing such days in my life there was nothing left in me which inspired me to live, every moment his face, his talks, his promises came on my palm in the form of tears. Getting frustrated in such vacuum I decided to go to my elder sister in alwar, because of my father's nature she was also not having good term with him after the marriage so she was not aware about the story of my life. There I began a new life I cleared the exam of a bank and got the job. After living for six years at my sister's home I was able to get a home for me. She supported me a lot in everything which I did, since then am living here only". "So after that you never tried to know the reason or to meet him" hitesh asked. " I tried once I came to Delhi with my sister family, I enquired about him from many people. They said he is working with some pharmaceutical company and stays at Navada. I followed him, because I wanted to know why the hell he had done that, who has given him the right to do this. Above all I wanted to know he has got married or not. Because even after the whole incident my heart never accepted that he can do this with me. I often thought he might had some kind of problem or any other issue but my fate never gave me such a chance. Finally on that day I saw him with a small kid, they were coming out from a school. I got my answer that kid was his son. That day I realized the bitter truth and felt released from a bondage called LOVE, inside my heart I was happy that I gave my best for him, the way I loved him nobody could have loved him, but destiny is destiny nobody can change it neither I nor you. This book came in to existence from that very day, I started writing my feelings, my story with different characters and finally you are sitting here and asking me questions Mr. Hitesh".

"Mam I don't know what to say you and how to start" hitesh said. "What you want to say now, I hope you have got all your answers" I said. "Yes mam but there are lot's of question in the story which needs to be answered" hitesh said. "Ya I will get those answers in hell, I ll ask God itself" I said. "Mam you know why he suddenly left you" hitesh asked in a very low voice. I just kept gazing on him, I felt like God itself is sitting in front of me to answer this awaited question of my life. " When you went to Bhagalpur after that winter night, he started loosing his health, he was hospitalized for whole one month and doctor's declared cancer in his bone marrow. He was so terribly shocked that he didn't told anybody. Doctor's gave him the time of just two months, he didn't wanted this world to see you as a widow so he decided to hurt you badly" hitesh said. My ears and eyes couldn't believed what was happening and I asked, "how you come to know all this?" " After that he lost all the hopes of recovery but after a very long treatment from abroad and proper care he managed to extend his life span. Even doctor's claimed that he might not have any trouble in future. At that point of time he returned to Bhagalpur to meet you, but your parents said that you have got married. Mam for your wonders he also refused for marriage and led his life alone in your memories" hitesh said. "I can't believe you, how the hell you know all this, and what about that kid" I asked. "Mam am that 'kid' he adopted me at the age of two and that day you saw me with him" hitesh said with tears rolling in his eyes. I started crying after listening this, how unlucky we are, we got separated just because of some circumstances. "Hitesh I think you don't know what you are saying, why suddenly today you have come to me and telling me all this when all my life has gone in tears of my incorrigible past... why ?" I asked. "Mam today my father is facing his worst days of his life, doctors have said just one week for him, anything can happen any time. In the morning he saw your name in the newspaper with the title of your book pointing nobody but him. He started crying like anything, weeping and asking sorry form the God for the sin which he has not done. He told me about you then and asked me to bring you, he wants to see you probably for the last time. Please mam don't deny, whatever he did was correct from his point of view, it was the circumstances which separated both of you." hitesh said. I stood and hugged him tightly, "how can you even think that I will deny hitesh you are not less than God for me, lets go right now" I said.

It was again a winter night and the cold breezes during the way was freezing my soul this time. We were in the corridor of hospital moving fast towards the ICU. " Papa " hitesh shouted while opening the door, he turned his neck, my legs stopped just at the door, I was looking at him with both my hands on my mouth, I was suppressing the sound of my crying which was coming from my stomach... He turned his neck and looked at me, I looked in to his eyes, unable to utter a single word I started moving towards him... and he took his last breadth looking in to my eyes.

Be a BRAND which she can't lose...

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 06:18:00 +0000

As the student of advertising Brands are like food and water for us... despite of habits like not reading newspaper and magazines we hear about branding more than any thing... thanks to the faculties with which are blessed. This post is about some of the branding concepts which I thought can be applied on a relationship considering our self as a BRAND and see the whole perspective from branding point of view. Before starting I would like to put the definition of Brand which I have learned. A brand is some thing which resides in the mind of consumer, it's a memory, an experience with a particular product which makes it differentiated from other products or Brands. The brand elements like logo, music, appearance, touch anything which is associated with the brand have a collective effect on the mind of the consumer and hence he/she finally chooses that particular brand. Now just suppose you are a Brand, now what is special in you which remains in his/her mind, what kind of experience he/she has with you when you are together, what are those elements in you like your looks, voice, touch, smell which she remembers always... it's like you are a Brand for him/her and now it's upon you how to differentiate yourself from other boys and girls and able to make a strong Brand equity with your companion.

First let's take the concept of Customer Based Brand Equity (CBBE). Now there are four questions which a customer ask to the Brand :

Who are you ( identity of the brand => who are you for him/her )
What are you( meaning of brand => what do you mean to him/her )
What about you ( brand response => what he/she feels about you )
What about you and me ( brand relationship => what kind of relationship you share )

CBBE has got six elements:

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Salience : It talks about the depth and breadth of a brand. Depth talks about the recognition and recall of a brand, i.e in a day how much he/she recalls you or in proper words miss you, wants to be with you. Breadth of a brand talks about the consumption consideration i.e how much in a day you are together, in case of long distance relation how much or how many times you both talk in a day.

Performance: It talks about the primary characteristics of the brand, reliability, durability, effectiveness, empathy, style and design. i.e your qualities how much reliable you are when he/she needs you. There are times in a relationship when we face serious relation how easily you have gone through those times and has really understood him/her. How empathetic you have been throughout the whole conduct.

Imagery: It includes the ways in which the brand attempts to meet the psychological needs of the consumer. Brand imagery is how people think about the brand abstractly rather than what they think brand actually does. In terms of a relationship what your companion imagines about you, what is your background, from where you belong, what are those situations when a person like you is actually needed, what kind of personality you reflect upon him or her, does your presence in his/her life makes your companion relate with his/her past or any kind of experience which she/he has undergone in their past.

Judgement: It talks about the personal opinion and judgement which the consumer holds for the brand. In terms of relationship till what extent your companion feels you are credible over other options. Till what extent he/she has a likelihood for you, Till what extent you are considered superior to others.

Feelings: It talks about the feeling a consumer feels for the brand. In terms of a relationship what feeling or bond you both share. When you are together in any form do you have fun, you both enjoy, the level of comfort and security you both share in terms of social approval and self respect.

Resonance: It defines the ultimate relationship and level of identification that the consumer has with the brand. In terms of a relationship Resonance is something which is actually needed for a healthy relation. This stage talks about the loyalty which you share, what kind of bond and attachment you both have which defines your relation and makes it more romantic and strong.

So in this way CBBE can help us in understanding where is the problem, in which stage is our relation and how can it be improved because building brand is all about knowing the consumer, similarly a building a relation is all about knowing a person. Both phenomenon are very much similar it's just that we don't see our self as Brand.

Another Branding concept which we will talk about is 'LADDERING'

Laddering consist of six elements:

Top of the mind: the moment your name strikes his/her senses what all comes in his/her mind is the top of mind of yours. It can be anything like your voice, appearance, touch, style, nature anything with which you are associated. It can be even the things which you like the most, thing which are your hobbies, depends what is that one thing by which he/she is being influenced.

Attribute: It talks about the qualities of brand which it offers to the customer. In terms of relationship what are those qualities in you which you offer to him/her. It can be anything which pulls him/her close to you, the way you attempts to understand him/her, the way you holds him/her at the times when they are down, the way you makes him/her feel special, the way you care and the way you approach.

Benefit: It talks about the benefit which you are offering to your companion with these attributes. The small small benefits you offer actually makes you special and your companion can't afford to loose you easily.

Territory: It defines the category of the brand, i.e in the case of coca-cola it will come in the territory of beverages. In the case of a relationship it defines your status like what your companion considers you. What you are for him/her a friend, boy/girlfriend, more than friends, true friends, life partners, dream girl/boy, first love, a mere substitute. Knowledge of the territory enables you to know where you stand. With the understanding of your territory you can actually analyze your position and can make a territory shift. From friend to a special Friend from a special friend to some one whom he/she admires and respect. Brands also performs territory shift, for ex Danone shifted from just being a health brand to someone who is also concerned to the education of children.

Value: It talks about what value you add in your relation. This value is the result of the attributes and benefits you are offering to your companion.

Role: It talks about what role you play in his/her life and how you have been able to mold yourself in different roles when he/she has needed you. There are times when you behave as friends fight on silly issues but then a small laugh vanishes all anger, there are times when behave as boy/girlfriend and gets over possessive, there are times you behave as parents takes his/her problems on your head and give your best to it. So it depends on situations what role you take and how you conduct it.

So, in this way with the help of these branding concepts we can improve the status of our relation, more than improving it makes us understand that how the process of branding helps in understanding the psyche of the person. Not only these each and every branding concept can be applied in any relation but the only point till what extent you see your self as a BRAND, till what extent you are aware about your own qualities and strength.

Hope you have liked the post... :)

It's 11.11.11

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 11:30:00 +0000

From the evening I was thinking to capture this date somewhere, and what can be a better idea to have a post dating 11 11 11. Well the date is special... so special that even Mr. Bachchan is eager to become grandfather on this fantastic trio of 11. All the FM channels are taking about this, astrologer on television are fooling people and telling them silly things to do, and of course the the big buzz now a days 'Rockstar' is also releasing today... what a lucky coincidence for the entertainment industry the date falls on Friday :)

When I think about this date leaving my world behind it excites me but the thought of attending eight hours of classes today with a compulsory fitness programme in the morning freaks me out. Focusing on the date it has got six '1' the number which represent 'sun' and the total comes on '8' which represents 'shani' ( Saturn ). Astrologically both holds the relation of son and father at the same time both are the biggest enemy. I don't know much about numerology but according to it birth dates having repeating numbers are considered good it bring 'charisma' in the personality of the person. The sweet 'irony' of this date is, today 'Saturn' is changing it's 'rashi' he is entering in 'Libra' the house of Venus. So it's a great date for astrology and astrologers because Saturn in Libra gets exalted all the people will have an influence in their life with this change especially the people who have their moon placed in Libra itself.

Well for many of the not so interested people this date can be like any other date... they don't give a damn to any Saturn or sun for them it's like why some insane people like me are shifting their focus on a silly date and there are some people like the media chaps who are shouting 11 as if the the planet earth is getting married with mars today. Actually let it be anything what matters people today is what they are getting at the end of the day. Media chaps are shouting because they want innocent mango people to get stuck on their channel, the person who is not interested is interested somewhere else may be in convincing clients, girlfriend or wife.

Can you imagine the curiosity of 'Imtiaj Ali' today, rockstar the movie hyped like anything is finally on silver screen competing with the 'Immortals'. So it depends what the hell or heaven you are getting finally, the 'enthu' in us is gradually becoming the slave of our selfish desires we might see some day when we are sleeping at 11 pm on the night of 31st December. No deny dates are important, we can't imagine history without them, we can't materialize anything without them and when the date comes in a pack of trio it punctuates them makes them memorable. So at least today keep your enthu up in the sky because it will take a whole year for the next crazy trio 12 12 12 :) :)

More 'ASH' than 'DUST' in my room...

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 20:01:00 +0000

It's 11 in the morning and the guys are still on bed like a dead tiny creature remains on a leaf till it gets blown by the air... the moment they come in senses a white puff of 'mild's' crosses their hairs and they feel there is still some life in the college. While searching the t-shirts the ash of the cigarette covers every corner of the room and hence the dust gets defeated... this is the scene of probably every room of boy's hostel.

Well even if we come out of this room the situation is more or less same. The dust of negativity which surrounds us 24*7 is something which is more critical. Not a single day goes our five sense are not exposed to the words like female foeticide, corruption, child labor, terrorism, rapes, frauds and the list goes on. While if we talk about ash it's some thing which is more individualistic than dust. The negativity which evokes in our soul from jealousy, anger, betrayal, rejections, failure and the list goes on.

So the statement 'more ash than dust in my room' is not just about the cigarette and it's ash but it also relates with the form and pervasiveness of the negativity which we are exposed today. Let it be on a societal level or on individual level it's killing us every moment. And the kind of corporate culture we are having today makes us to have more of ash weather it's of cigarette or the one which we have discussed. The materialism is certainly replacing professionalism and making us a clone which is repellent to dust but getting rusted with their own ashes.

The Guilt !!! ( My first fiction article )

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 20:59:00 +0000

"Hey vivek what's the plan for evening", pathik asked me while sitting on my next seat. "Man look at the dashboard of your 'figo' it even embarrasses a tampo's dashboard !!!" Pathik commented on dashboard while arranging the messed stuff. "ohh then why don't you go in tampoo only... just leave that file !!!" I screamed on pathik. " Cool vivek it's ok... see it's weekend evening, am in a mood to get drenched". "Please pathik don't tell me you will drink last time you was out in one beer" I said. " Common yar please my girlfriend is also not here this week... please vivek" pathik pleaded like anything. I said ok then let's go to your room then. We took one quarter whisky and two beers before reaching pathik's room.

" You were commenting on my dashboard look at your room... only one word for you PATHETIC, I don't know how come people like you have girlfriend" I said giving dirty looks every where. " how jealous you are if am having ritika with me..... I know she was your friend... but ". " See I don't want to discuss on her now..... am making the pack just bring some chilled water and put these beer in fridge" I said taking out the whisky bottle. Every thing was set chips, glass everything, " listen why you took my name today in office" I asked pathik while we picked our first glass. " which name " he asked me. " Remember when maria asked you about my profile" I said. " ohh, yaa I said nothing" pathik said looking at pack of whisky as if he was taking some medicine. Only two packs and he started loosing his control over tongue. " "Common pathik gunjan told me, actually she counted on me, the shit you told them about me" I said. " Listen yar leave, leave na yar.... we are not in office let's enjoy life..... life......." pathik said and started laughing. Then he bought his beer. " Pathik .... pathik leave this beer..... you are out already please don't create a scene for me here" I said. " Shut up you..... you what the hell you think you are.... I know we are friends... but you were my junior and you are my junior don't forget this....", Pathik said totally out of his senses.... " You think if you can take more liquor you can beat me...... yaa I told maria.... I told her not to select you..... so what " he added further. " Listen you are not in your senses this time & me also..... I don't want to make things worse, am leaving " I said. He started laughing " what worse, what you can do else than spying on me..... still you got nothing and you will get nothing.... "..

" Am waiting for the time pathik to show what I can do...... it's not the right time " I said in anger. " how dare you to raise your voice in front of your senior" he said and slapped me. I don't know what happened to me and I picked the knife lying on the table and said, " you really want to see what I can do". He was still laughing and said, " you bastard you are useless... what will you do ??... that's why ritika left you... ". " Pathik please, why you are dragging ritika here... that was my past and am okay she is with you" I said. Pathik laughed and said," you have no options rather to be okay..... because you are a loser... moreover...." pathik said. " moreover what" I asked in anger....." tell me, what moreover.... am listening all this because you are my friend and right now you are not in your senses.... otherwise" I said. " other wise...... what otherwise..... otherwise you will kill me with that knife...." pathik said and laughed loudly. " you impotent....... how can you think you can kill me..... just look at you, you loser" he said. I couldn't control my hands at that moment and that knife went into his abdomen.... his eyes came out and he screamed like anything... He was dead with his blood around his body and I was sitting on sofa thinking what I have done with tears in my eyes, the fear of getting caught was killing me and I was thinking who has seen me coming here today. Eventually it was nobody because we came early.

I thought to bury his body somewhere near 'mehtap' road in the night, it was 10:30 already. I cleaned the room every bit of his blood and every drop on wall, I continued till 12:30 in making that room free from any sort of evidence.... around 2 o clock in the night I left his room with his dead body in my car. Moving at the speed of 100 km/hr, I reached mehtap road in half an hour. There was no one to speculate what am doing here with a dead body..... I digged a pit in the corner of the road and put pathik's body in that... I tried a lot but his head was still coming out... I didn't wanted to.... but had to kick at his neck forcibly... it made a strange sound.. probably his bone got cracked.... I again kicked, this time no sound and he was totally in the grave.... then I put some kerosene in the pit and burnt his body, asking sorry from his soul.... just after 20 minutes I put the all the soil and leveled the surface properly.... I left the location, this time at the speed of 120 km/hr, don't know I was running from myself or I was running from him or from my failure.............................

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After 6 months

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These six months have been the most difficult time of my life.... Ritika often called me after that but I never received her call.. I have got no face to show her in fact many people asked me about him and I just nodded my head. Running from your own soul is not just difficult... it's turns you speechless because you are the only one who asks question and unfortunately you are the only one who have to answer. But as people say what ever you do good or bad will come back to you... it's the circle boss .......... ' duniya gol hai' ........

One fine day I was suppose to go 'Nagli circle' for some official work and I have to pass through the same mehtap road..... I tried my best to avoid but..... During the way, same location same road... same trees .... it was like facing your own sin..... I was again feeling the same as if pathik's body is still lying on the seat next to me.... I was getting out of control my foot pressed the escalators and the speed was again 100 km/hr.... and my heart beats were more faster than my car..... soon the same location came and it seemed that the day turned in to night... 2:30 am.... and I pressed the break..... chhhhhhhhhhhhhhh was the sound made by the tyres......... and what I saw was unbelievable..... I saw 'BLOOD' coming out from the same spot........ from the ground..... I was in a complete fix... unable to move for two minutes.... some how I managed to open the gate and moved a bit to see it clearly..... I was crossing the road but my eyes were on the blood that was coming out of ground....... I reached a bit closer... turned my head to see the side....... the next moment I looked at the spot it was nothing.... same sand... the way I left it on that day.... ohh that night............

After this incidence I was not in to my own self... every thing was getting messed up... I even had some altercation with my client. I reached my room and didn't received any calls... It was 10:30 in the night and I was in my balcony smoking silently..... still contemplating about the BLOOD..... " how can I have such horrible hallucination.... am not a weak person"..... I thought. Looking at the cars from my balcony I was again going back to that night.... my past was knocking on my balcony...... suddenly I heard someone knocking at the door...... I thought who is there at 11 in the night... I opened the door.... nobody was there.... I closed the door. I took out water from fridge.... and went to bed. Lying on the bed I was contemplating about pathik only...... he was my good friend but I don't know why it happened..... again some one knocked at the door.... this time this person knocked twice..... I didn't went... again knocked twice..... nobody was there on the door.... I went outside.... nothing...... I don't know what was happening..... " pathik is back now his ghost will kill you" I heard this voice within me, as if my ears are talking to me...... I was scared literally.... was not in a position to move..... again some body knocked at the door this time.... twice.... thrice and even more...... gradually I realized nobody was knocking because it was exactly the same sound..... sound which came from pathik's neck when I kicked it.... I put hand on my ears still that sound was buzzing inside me..... as if somebody is kicking on my neck..... I ran towards balcony to hear the sound of traffic........... I sat there on my knees leaning in to my own darkness.... fighting with my own fear...... asking silent sorry from his soul........

Three days were gone and my life became more terrible..... I started hating silence... the moment any emptiness touched me.... I felt his presence around me.... that annoying sound haunted me like anything..... I even thought of going to a psychiatrist.... but how could I..... how can I reveal this dark truth of my life..... One fine day I was again supposed to go from mehtap road..... " sir please I can't go today am not well... no sir not in any case.... please don't force me or else I will resign..." I said on phone.... " Listen beta either you go or leave the job I don't care" my boss said and ended the call. What to do I decided not to pay attention during the way..... Once again I was on the way.... this time with a determined mind and speed more than 120 km/hr..... I was flying with loud.... very loud music..... my heart beats gradually started to chase my car..... my feet were already went uncontrolled.... that spot was about to come..... and like a perfect culprit I turned around to see.......... & to my unconscious wonders again the same blood was coming out from that spot......this time the flow was even more... I didn't stopped this time.... crossed the whole highway..... but within this mysterious frustration, I stopped took a U turn and headed to see that again..... I wanted to clear this haziness " what is it ??? either I have gone mad or ???" with these thoughts I reached the spot... this time I was more closer because I was on the other side of the road..... I started crying on my fate...... still the same BLOOD was coming out from the ground continuously..... " why it is happening with me..... why.... pathik come and kill me..... but stop this" I cried loudly in the car with my head on steering.... with my left hand I wiped my tears and again looked at the spot......... nothing.... no blood...... my life was playing the game of death with me...... By this time I was not the same normal human being.....

Next day I sent a resigning mail to my boss without mentioning any reason..... I was in solitude in my room.... that sound compelled me to sit in balcony only... no food no water..... nothing all of a sudden life turned in to a punishment...... punishment of my own sin.... I was left with no hope for life and thought to quit...... I stood up & took out the same knife..... looking at it I remembered that night.... that time between me and pathik...... " why not to end this story in pathik's way only" I thought.

Next morning I called ' sailesh ' he was the guy involved in lot of fights and feud in our area.... " yes vivek bhai ..... how you called me today" he said entering in the room. " come what you will take.... tea coffee or drink" I asked him. " nothing boss just had my meal now... " he said. " ok listen to me care fully it's not about silly fight..... this time you have to do a murder....." I said. And he was shocked..... shocked like anything.... how a corporate professional is talking about murder. " murder...... but " he said. " 10 lacs" I said. " but vivek bhai...." " listen I can even give you more just listen to me" I interrupted... " you have to kill me........... so don't think it will be a case... every thing will be planned.... venue, weapon and person " I said. " see I think you have gone mad.... you are dragging me in some controversy.... am leaving... " he said and stood up to leave. " 25 lacs sailesh...... believe me, I can't tell you the whole story please I beg you..... just take money and enjoy your life..... give me freedom from my guilt please..... I beg you" I said and started crying loudly. " I don't know what you are saying but I don't think it...... I will be able to do it....." he said. " Listen................ "

I told him each and every thing very clearly..... I wanted to repeat the same sequence...... drinks.... altercation........ murder....... mehtap road..... that spot....... every thing even told him where to kick at my neck and when. Before the final day I sold all my property and transferred 25 lakhs in his account. " hello.... ya sailesh.... you checked your money" I asked him on the call. " yes..... now" he asked. " Now come at my room in the evening.... with one quarter whisky and two beers" I said and ended the call. Exactly at 6:30 some body knocked at the door, it was sailesh. His face was stunned.... no smile no expression.... he just sat and waiting for me to speak something. I bought water from the fridge..... some chips from the kitchen..... and also the same knife.... I put it near him.... and he was looking at me with a very strange expression. " Don't think so much sailesh I know what am doing and also the reason..... I don't want to remind you any thing.... once you will kill me it will be completely yours.... the way you do it.... but please don't cheat me.... I have given you 25 lakhs.... and I don't want...... " I said opening the whisky. " want..... what you want" he asked. " Nothing.... take the drink the moment you feel am drunk ed...... you know what you have to do" I said and took two neat sip from whisky.

One hour passed.... I was looking at sailesh continuously his face was gradually looking like pathik's face...... he was doing nothing.... in fact he seemed scared..... those sounds again started haunting me.... and this time I started laughing loudly..... then I picked my cell and called ritika...... " hello ritika... " I said.... " yaa " she replied. I just said " sorry " and ended the call..... the moment I turned that knife was inside my abdomen...... I screamed just like pathik...... looking at sailesh I fell down with blood all around....... And finally this was the end......... end of an unending guilt...... According to my instructions sailesh cleaned all blood.... put my body in my car...... and now we were again heading for same mehtap road..... around 2 o clock in the night.... no body was there..... I was lying dead next to sailesh.... this time I was not nervous...... but the car's speed was still 100 km/hr. He digged the same pit again..... my dead body was in the pit with my neck still outside....... he kicked the same way at my neck.... my bone got cracked..... and that haunting sound again echoed in the surrounding.... in my soul.... and probably in the soul of sailesh.................... after burning me, sailesh leveled the surface exactly the same way I did..... and he left me..... in that pit forever........

In this way.... my guilt chased me till my death........... and it was all over..... and sailesh was happy in his life... enjoying his 25 lakhs...... But, I never thought he will do the same mistake which I did.... and this was the only thing which I forgot to tell him...... that never ever come to this road after your job.......... one day I saw him standing far away from the spot..... and watching the same BLOOD coming out from the ground.............. I said sorry sailesh.....

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Even I hate Reading ....... :)

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Mon, 06 Jun 2011 07:48:00 +0000

Read, Read and Read... from nursery to last class we all are Reading, but still at some phase of life or rather carrier we are pugnaciously told to read more and we think ' ya read '. Let it be any thing preparation for management exams, banks, gre or any other tough nut to crack, most of them demands heavy reading skills, comprehension passages sometimes seems like watching doordarshan Christmas night.

I have always wished to be a voracious reader disrespect of the topic given for reading.... but still it's a dream for me, I can read voraciously provided the content must fall in my interest zone like philosophy, psychology, something inspirational, any thing on revolutionaries or at times some crispy fiction, I can't bear political plethora of facts and information and especially international. Well it's like kind of instincts you can't compel yourself to read the stuffs which you don't like, many people say you should always escape from your comfort zone in terms of reading gradually your comfort zone will get expanded, but I have never experienced such kind of improvement, I still found the political stuff immensely somniferous.

I have seen people reading like anything, they are like obsessive bibliomaniac even interested in reading the wrapper of a biscuit, I have many close friends having these traits, their love for books still fascinates me but not inspires me, am even having friends who just hates reading they are not even interested in my articles not even for the sake of friendship... I don't know the reason of this hate, I have tried many times to figure out the reason for this psychology but got nothing yet, one of my friend told me that your articles are good but I don't find any thing new in them.. what ever you put there I all ready know that so what's the point of reading.... and I was speechless that for putting 26 articles on board it took me more than two years and he knows every thing.... but readers of this kind are still not saying a blank ' no ' to reading, they are interested provided writer must have the guts to make them interested.....

Another set of people are also there who are not simply interested, just not concerned, they don't give a damn to anything..... I have many friends of such kind in my circle.... I don't know what to write for such kind of people, even if I put something crispy or masala type, they will hardly take any interest, and the irony of the matter is I have found these kind of non-readers to be the most happening people.... like these are the people who are interested in list of stuffs around, they will be the people going crazy for new issues and debates but when it comes on reading they are like numbs hating people like me.

So, reading actually varies from individual to individual and I think it has got some great connection with our inclination and nature of conduct, the way we take things in life, the way we imagine, most importantly the way we want to gain knowledge. Many people are interested in reading magazines & especially 'ellite magzines' talking about latest fashion, trends, lifestyle and sort of metro-politianism. Probably people wants to be like those icons in the magazines, their drive to maintain their status symbol, their quest for high class life and patterns compels them to pick these magazines and follow them as a guide.

Here reading has become a kind of teaching rather an experience it is improving them rather than enabling them. From the experience til now, I think the problem is we take 'reading' as a kind of subject just like mathematics, economics... etc. Actually it's a subject which is free from the examination system but still we need to keep our grades high, it's the only subject where grades matters in real life when it comes on job, unlike other subjects, so all my lovely non-readers this article is dedicated to all you people, read it and try to reduce the bracket of non-readers from this world.

A Humanitarian Punishment !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 06:32:00 +0000

Six 'O' clock in the morning and your alarm bangs on your head, that irritating noise brings you out of idiosyncratic world of sweet morning hours. Finally you wake up overcoming your desire to sleep more, the day starts with an unfulfilled desire. Running here and there in the home searching the sox's at the places where you had thrown them last time, eating breakfast like embarrassing bread and butter that why the hell they exist on this planet, they are such a waste !!!

Finally you are at the ' Metro Station' standing in the so called 'white collar's queue' waiting for the metro to drop you at another... again white collar queue... :) Despite of the fact that almost whole Delhi seems to be connected with metro you will feel that it's the last metro journey of your life and we all are finally leaving this planet.... in formals :D. You just can't feel that it's 8:30 in the morning while you are in the metro..... It seems like tsunami of human race at the stations like 'CP', 'Saket', 'Central Secratariat'. After enduring this much of pressure you are in metro..... merely standing on your feet and trying not to push anybody out there. Now as your eyeballs turns around and you look at the people.... it seems like we all are sad for an unknown but same reason.... it's like India has lost world cup finals against Pakistan and all the people are thinking about that. Not a single corner give you any kind of positivity nor negativity too.... It's like the world has got limited in the neutral band of a 'pH paper'. The atmosphere gives you no thought... a strange smell which is probably the mixture of 'axe', 'body splash, 'zatak' etc makes you feel suffocated but the ac running on head just takes care of it... everybody is busy in their own world probably professional world, somebody is busy with 'blackberry, somebody is changing the numbers on 'Nokia express music' , some body is chatting on 'samsung corby', some are snoozing lying on the gate of metro.... in this very 'loud silence' the announcement of stations again and again is like an useless attempt to make people cautious.

It's such a kind of 'abdominiable lul' which just stimulates you in a way that you actually don't know how to respond or we are not just able to realize this strange stimuli, stimulus of natural silence, stimulus which unknowingly shuts our lips... even a call from home doesn't excite us, we talk as if we are doing great favor to them... even our favorite ring tone seems irritating in the metro.. we hesitate to break that silence, we fear to ramp that decorum and we actually don't know the reason of this hesitation... It's like a very strange humanitarian punishment which we have enforced... A journey with strangers can be fun, it can be a part of experiential learning, it can be any thing the way we want. There are many people who in fact enjoy and make the environment light in the metro because of them many people around them gets a reason to smile.... and most of the time these people are 'small babies' smiling at the silly faces of the people and compelling them to smile too, as the soul of these babies are free from all the bondage's and so they smile and give our soul the power to overcome all those bondage's which has made this strange humanitarian punishment.

It's Complicated !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Mon, 23 May 2011 07:31:00 +0000

.... . . . .... this statement is often seen on the Relationship status in many of the Facebook profiles, reflecting upon the insatiable grudges of the heart, or in some cases just a style statement to laugh on last month's breakup !!!

But what about those heart's who have really faced the agony of a complicated relation, I see them as poor chaps repenting upon their own feelings, own love which is lost somewhere in the way... but it's hard to accept the bitter truth... this silly chap is still contemplating on the reasons.. finding out conclusions.... no matter what has happened but this heart is oblivious, that from where this hope is coming to kill it again and again ... to crush it like never before..... to leave it like, leaving a baby in an unknown planet.........

Such phase of life often compels us to think to have some weird options... like to assume brain as a hard disk from where we can delete all those memories which are intoxicating each passing moment..... the first place where we met.... the first song we dedicated .... the first time we actually felt that proximity..... love is not always seen in big-big promises and oath of responsibilities.... it's often seen and felt in small-small things of life..... the little-little things with which we associate our beloved... that morning message... that noon's conversation .... that night's eagerness to talk... those silly reasons to fight and blame... those moments to consolidate each other... those moments of patient listening.... and those hours of infinite talking..... this is something to call an emotional bonding or a habit of that person.... you can't just resist your own being to be with that person, no matter what amount you bend you ego >> your self respect >> your very own eye of self being... till where I have understood love till now, this unknown force which actually diminishes the difference between ego and self respect is probably LOVE.

Am not forcing anyone to believe on this philosophy it's simply my experience and comprehension about Love..... this hypocrite feeling can be anything for anyone we can't generalise it..... It's the only experience which we actually cannot substitute... it's not in our hand...once it's lost it leaves a vacuum of an unknown dissatisfaction...... a kind of deprived longingness .... the silly chap turns more silly now... it behaves like a new student in the class.... nervous... hesitant .... suppressed.. that positivity of the past is now dominated with the dark and unacceptable truth of present..... every thing seems dull... romantic songs are now a reason to get angry.... we start running from our self... we deny every beat of heart which is still beating for that person.... we try to keep our self busy without work.... engaged without any objective....but the moment we go to bed it's again the same scene ....

we are again on the same point from where we started ..... hoping for the next day to come with a new sun....... :)

Love indeed is everything... yet indeed is nothing !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 21:37:00 +0000

LOVE....

Is not a mere word to explain...

It's not a story to tell...

It's not an experience to share...

It's not a commitment to fulfill...

It's not a promise to keep...

It's not a friendship to enjoy....

It's not just a feeling to express...

It's not just a relation to carry....

It's not mere a trust to build....

It's not a favor to do....

It's not a moment to rejoice....

It's not a chance to get....

It's not a choice to choose...

It's not a trophy to achieve....

It's not a sacrifice to make...

It's not a gratification to oblige....

It's not a charity for sake...

It's not a luck to try...

It's not a bond to break...

It's not just a reason to celebrate....

It's not just about the person....

It's not only the closeness....

It's not just the understanding....

It's not just the acceptance....

It's not just the way we think... the way we Love, the way we Feel, the way we Expect... it's not just...

ACTUALLY
IT'S EVERYTHING !!!

No smoke ; No liquor ; but still it lingers !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 21:42:00 +0000

Yes am talking about the intoxication of 'Social Networking' which drags our impulses to check the next update !!! No deny these sites have become the part of life now, let it be college students or corporate employees no pc is turned off without visiting these sites for at-least once.

In a way these sites have created a virtual world of same human beings which are around us or want to be around us !!! People find it very interesting to tell the world what's happening around them or what they are doing right now, with the updates like " ummm am having ice-cream n enjoying the awesome weather ":-|. Well what ever it be at-least these features have given a fair enough chance to all the introverts to share something. Comments, Likes, Sharing, Testimonials, Tweets, Pokes & gamut of so called innovative options in a way leaves the over all impression of your dear ones & so you can have much more understanding or mutual understandings:-)

For the people who are not really interested in innovative options for them they are ready with Lot's of 'Happening Games' ranging from jumping taxi to flying birds, you can shoot, you can waste your grey cells in solving puzzles as it really looks cool when you see your name under 'world facebook record' with the figures of your scores crossing the figure of total population on this planet !!!

And certainly these sites are now seen as a 'Branding tool' by corporate to endorse the brand directly on the head of youth, during '3 idiots' facebook launched a special application which was supposed to check your 'idiot quotient' or in a way feed the user with the thoughts like 3 idiots is a must watch movie. Now facebook is also preparing to launch the complete new setup for 'messaging' with the tag of ' @ FACEBOOK.COM ' to challenge the traditional way of mailing for a say 'yahoo' or 'gmail'. Prior to this Google has already tied with facebook to in-sync 'ORKUT & FACEBOOK' profiles i.e you can see your orkut updates on your facebook profile, it's something like ' if you can't defeat them.. join them.

The evolution, popularity & impact of these social networking sites have also provided great room to Digital media, on every page of Facebook you can see one add flashing in style whenever you log in. Apart from this you are also provided with the options like ' page making ' , ' product endorsement ' & they are all free just to involve all the Internet savvy people to promote their product online with the tag of these sites. You go to any damn video or music sites you will see many options to share that without even revolving your eyeballs much.

These sites direct masses with every single click without showing any finger. The reason of getting addicted is not that we really like or we are dependent on such kind of virtual world but it's our nature to get involved in something which can take away our attention out of context 'or' our nature to remain more interested in other's life rather than retrospecting our own conduct. Probably am wrong for many of networking lover's but actually there is nothing related to us on our very own profile !!!

... the so called Noble Profession !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 17:06:00 +0000

D- O-C-T-O-R .. the moment this word strikes our senses .. the clouds of uncertainty starts to go away .. we get a ray of hope that in some way or the other he / she is the person who can help us.. at this point of time we even doubts God for a while ... but Doctor is the only visible factor which keeps us alive.
Now just imagine the situation when same Doctor puts the dignity of his Profession at stake on the name of Money & Commercialization, what is left with us now ?? at this point what claims we have to call this a Noble Profession ?? what face we have to stand in front of Humanity .... ....... ..... Nothing we are left with some speechless faces , some useless statements ... & our unchanged destiny !!!

14-JUNE-2010 , a 2.5 years baby was admitted in a Famous ENT HOSPITAL JAIPUR for Tonsil operation, prior to this the concerned Doctor was consulted for the decision to operate the baby at this age or not .. his statement, " Surely there is no problem as such we have latest technology now " he completely took the responsibility initially otherwise whose parent's wish to see their 2.5 yr baby in OT. On the day of operation she was admitted at 8:15 am & Doctors took their charge.... but the parents waiting outside OT were in severe pressure not only because of their daughter but because of experiencing the unexpected & pathetic condition of the hospital & staff. ......... ' The so called OT was under construction during the operation ' , ' operating team of Doctors were having noodles & snacks during the operation ' , ' Even after the lapse of 5 hours there was not a single information available to the parents ' ......... All these statements are hard to digest but my friends am not doing any ' fiction writing ' here it's the true story of my very own 'mam' in fact my Mentor, MRS Sonal Khandelwal ( Director of PT Education, ALWAR ).

These are not mere statements but her experience which she has told me... It's unbelievable to accept that for a person like Doctor a cup of coffee is more important than the life of a person.. .. I have heard people saying that.. if some body is lost by the Doctor it's because of the reasons like ....... lack of attention towards the patient, lack of knowledge & lack of money...... but I think there is one more factor in fact the most important one ..... LACK OF HUMANITY !!! .... In this case no care was given to the baby in the last stage of 'anesthesia' none of the Doctor was concerned & no information was given to the parents .. when she didn't showed any sign of resilience they referred her to FORTIS which gave the death certificate !!! The Doctor which took the responsibility initially now said, " I told them it will be risky to operate her at this age... but they forced me... & we relieved the baby alive form here .. ask the FORTIS people ... " For them they have just lost a case.. but ask the parents they have lost piece of their heart !!!

It's really a matter of shame that the only Profession which has the right to be called ' Noble ' is standing with so many unanswered questions !!! Just for 20000 Rs these people are ready to do experiment with the innocent lives .. even the cute smile of a kid is not able to melt their ' Commercially Stoned ' heart .. India is such a rich country in terms of health care .. Not only from today but we are in this field form 1000 of years.. we have our own subjects like ' Ayurveda ' & the people of that time had all ready embarrassed us by discovering the concepts like ' sanjeevni ' & ' gaupushya ' .... Still we are not able to maintain that standard .. & the incidents like these are simply a SLAP on the achievements of our ancestors !!! This article is just an effort to aware the people about these insane happenings playing around with lives.... At least the person who will be apprised about this will think twice before taking any decision or going in such Hospitals !!!

It's my humble request to my reader's .. please forward this article as far you can.. & help someone to take a wise decision !!!

Life @ ..... .... ...... 1 Rs/-

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 18:52:00 +0000

When Indian government failed to provide enough opportunities for money making ... finally NATURE had taken this job !!! & she is doing with 'tashan' ... High tides in MUMBAI are giving fair enough chance to child labors to collect ' 1 Rs ' coin coming from these tides.... these kids are simply risking their life for ' 1 & 2 ' Rs coin !!! floating fearlessly & embracing whole HUMANITY with each move..... :-|
When one of those kid was asked about the matter she said, " roz ka 10 rupiya to ban hi jata hai "

By listening or reading such hard truths we often feel( with the disappointment of mere seconds ), what can we do ? directly or indirectly we are not responsible for this... when ever we get any chance we are always ready with our helping hands ... & esp to kids ... we often give our ' burger ' to the kids standing out side McDonalds .... All these activities are great .. I think if any of us is having this 'approach' then our life is worth... at least at some point of time in life we are making some kid smile without any personal motive........ in fact we are lucky enough that GOD has made us able to do this !!!

But do you think it's enough for them ??? 10 Rs outside Railway station & one burger outside the shop will alleviate all their sorrows & financial crisis !!! definitely no .. very rare people have the guts to be like Mother Teresa... what's the solution then ... one way ' to be out of guilty........ with our best possible help ' At this point I completely agree with the people who are in favor of huge amount Charity to some or the other institutions, NGO'S who are there to help the needy.. cancer patients... child labors... in fact many people are also concerned for animals over the same issue...

Now lets take this whole episode with a bit different angle........... As we all know India as country holds the honor to be called as secular state.. this is one of the factor which makes us proud when it comes on INDIA.. We people have given space to each & every religion.. we have so many functions to celebrate... every month we have the reason to have ' kheer ' on the dining table.... if you talk about other countries here .. most of them only have Christmas & New year on the name of festival.. So I guess the impact of this ' religionism ' in our blood had made us forgot the limits of our devotion ...........

It's shocking to accept the figures of our investment in Religion........
600 CR/ YR is the turn over of ' Siddhi Vinayak ' Mumbai....... 650 CR/ YR is the turn over of ' Tirupati Balaji ' & many more..... these are very light examples... ' BANKKE BIHARI ' in Mathura Birndavan ... if you wish to donate dress for Lord Krishna.. it's minimum cost is 100,000 Rs /- more over if you wish to do it today.. then you will get the appointment of 2015..... !!! These examples & many more like this are enough to show the intensity of religioism in us..... People are just flowing money like water on the name of religion the are happy to give Rs 100,000 & wait for 5 years ...

By stating these points am not against Religion or these people.. after all money given in temples or any religious institution is dedicated for poor & maintenance of temple.. so ultimately we are again helping some needy people... but don't you think Rs 100,000 can provide dress to at least 1000 needy kids rather than one special dress for Lord Krsihna... In 5 years we can make at least 5000 kids to be able to read & write ..... Kids of our country are ready to put their lives for just 1 Rs /- ... simply unacceptable but it's true... I think some people can put questions on my opinion about this matter.. that why am I linking this issue with Religion... & yes to some extent they are correct true religion is far away from these happenings.. .. The part where I am concerned is the silly satisfaction of people which they are getting by donating a GOLD CROWN for SAI BABA'S PORTRAIT !!!

I think the respect or devotion which we have in our heart for any body does not depend on the way of expressing or exaggerating it !!! the pure & divine concepts like devotion are immeasurable with tangible tools... our 1 Rs given for the betterment of needy kids is better than to lock the same money in the DAAN PATRA OF ANY TEMPLE !!!!

Counts of Legal Excuses !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Fri, 21 May 2010 08:21:00 +0000

After spending almost 22 years of my life in INDIA.. ... .. . I would like to say that it's not enough to be a mere.......................................................................... Citizen.

This article is my own story actually story of my LAND.. .. which according to the legal registry exists in alwar no.1 ( a kind of division like we have South Delhi... North Delhi..... ), but in 1983 when the Land certificate was issued to us.. some idiot wrote that this piece of Land exists in alwar no. 2 :-). What an irony !!! So finally in 2010 when I came to know about this blunder.. I thought not a big deal it's their mistake, they will not make any issue..... * * B~U~T * * the over all conduct compelled me to write this post........... :-(
Initially I went to the concerned office ( urban improvement trust i.e. U I T ) for reinforcement of Land certificate... they said, " beta it's not our work.. can't you the seal of ' u p k h a n d - a d h i k a r i ' here ..." .... giving them a silent thanks.. I reached to the so called ' upkhand adhikari ' office.... & met the Sub- Divisional Officer ( S D O ) of alwar .. uselessly bussy person !!!. He started speculating all my documents... but i felt he was thinking of some nice excuse... then finally after ten minutes he said, " our office has got no power to reinforce this certificate ask UIT people... all the concerned documents are there". Once again I returned empty handed.. contemplating what to do.. .. Then I consulted some advocates.. & they gave me an advise of worth Rs/- 100,000. i.e .. ask SDO to give in written that they can't help about this matter.. some how I convinced SDO for this.. but then came another hero ... ' PA of SDO ' .... I think all these so called PA'S consider them selves as IAS... just look his statement.. " beta sahab ne bol diya hai ... to jb muje time milega mai likh dunga ".. .. listening this crap I gave him an extremely dirty look & again went to SDO.. This time he was busy on the call.. after ten minutes he looked at me & avoided me like any thing.. I just doubted my own presence... I said " sir ".... but he was just not bothered... & there were two persons sitting with him.... continuously laughing at me..... I had never faced this kind of humiliation in my life.... Finally when things got beyond my tamper... I said," listen sir... you have become an officer after lot's of hard work... but still you don't care about the hard work of others.. it's very sad part... listen, now I will come after 15 days & if I'll not get the letter... I will file RTI against the whole department of yours.... then you give answers to the advocates of central government."

After two days... it was unbelievable that they sent me the letter by post at my home.. I realized the power of RTI ... I again went to UIT .. Mr. Secretary looked at the letter in a shock... this time in a pleasing tone he said, " beta dekho tume bhi pata hai ki 1983 ke sare documents usi office me hai.. to mai kya kar sakta hu... tum unhi ke pas jao.." This time he had the point .. once again all my hopes went down & I think, you guys know the temperature of alwar now a dayzz 47.5 ... I again went to the court enduring that killing heat heading to meet SDO ..... but then I thought why not to meet the 'Collector' it self ... the so called IAS... after reaching his office I came to know that it's been 2:30 pm.. time to meet the Collector is over... obviously then I returned to home :-(( . Next morning with all the documents in hand I reached the Collector's office just at 10:30 am... this time I came to know that the time will start after 1.5 hr... what to do I kept on waiting there... & to my wonder the condition of collector office... not a single thing gave me any chance to appreciate... but one thing was there which really made my senses alert for some time.... it was a poster on a wall saying that " kisi bi RISHWAT lene wale adhikari ya LIPIK ki foran shikayat kare " .. & one more poster was very popular there saying " AAJ ~ KA ~ KAM ~ AAJ ~ HI " .. I thought these words are just for PUBLIC.... :-))..... Finally after a long wait some how I was standing in front of I.A.S. ... I just said, " sir " ... he scanned all my documents... & wrote SDO on the file with his signature.. didn't gave me any chance to explain the matter... then his peon pulled me out... it was really sucking .. that after so much wait.. you got nothing.. but a silly procedure again... Well I think it's only in alwar that IAS is considered something like GOD... I completely agree that he has cracked a very hard nut... but the true description of his job is 'PUBLIC- SERVANT '.. but it's very unfortunate to have this kind of perception in people... Now we can imagine that what kind of people we have for our administration... they are just not ready to dig the things out & work on them... & that's the reason despite having such a rich country in terms of resources we are not able to stand on front foot... People in the country have a very ELITE image of a post like IAS... but I will request to all the people that please it's better to coin an IDEA at a salary of 25000/- month... rather than to follow an IDEA blindly for 1000000/- month !!!

So after this experience I again went to SDO ... he saw the signature of COLLECTOR ... so in pleasing tone he said .... " beta I have got no power to reinforce this... please go to UIT ".... I smiled & said, " sir for your kind information IAS of any district also holds the position of being the CHAIRMAN of UIT .. & he himself had sent me here "........ for 2 minutes he went speechless & said okay I'll see to it... you come to me after a week...................... Then, just after two days I came to know that we have one of our relative in Municipality ( NAGAR PARISHAD ) at the post of General Representative ( u p - s a b h a p a t i ). I contacted her & explained the whole matter... she agreed to come with me to meet the IAS once again.. because any officer rank government employee can't ignore the request or complaint of any general representative..... This time again I was sitting in front of IAS with her... finally he heard us & that same IAS called up SDO & scolded him like this, " aree 'narayan' ... kya chakkar hai yar kisne kaha hamare pas power nahi hai... tehseel se rasid nikalvake janh karvao... ki ye jameen kahn pe hai or agar ye alwar no 1 me hai to turant isme sansodhan kar do "............. this time that same SDO happily forwarded my file to TEHSEEL of alwar.............

After three days I went to Tehseel .. to inquire about my file... I asked that ' babu ' about my file he said' " bhayya mne ' dak' se bhej di hai patwari ke pas 2 - 3 din bad ana.. abi to time lagega.... " I thought what kind of silly procedure is this ... they are sending the file in the next room through post... I again asked him that why you are sending it through POST your patwari is sitting in just next room.. he said' " bhai shab yahn to ase hi kam hota hai ab abato kya kare ".... I said," bhai shab ' dak' se bi kyuu bejhte ho ek 'kabutar' rakhlo uske gale me chitthi bandh ke bej diya karo...... " Then after a lot of hard work I somehow managed to took my file out.... after passing all the legal complication I got the letter which is an evidence that my Land really exists in alwar no 1 ........... & at present that file is still in SDO office waiting his unfortunate pen to reinforce my LAND CERTIFICATE....................

So friends........ this was story of ' COUNTS OF LEGAL EXCUSES' .... it is also incomplete like my work... but what to do... we are helpless... they enjoy being at the post & exploiting the innocent public... Now if we ask what is the cause of of all this... ' MONEY ' ........ not at all ... money is an indirect cause... it's the attitude & upbringing of our government institutions.. which makes these people an inefficient working machine... just imagine the condition of those people who comes from villages .. to ask for their rights.. It's a fact that some people just invest regularly minimum two hours of their life for their own right ... some time in terms of LAND.... some time in terms of MONEY.... sometime in terms of PENSION...

With every Sun Rise we have the hopes to move ... & win ... but after having known that my Nation is so much concerned to us... I think all the claims to be a developed Nation till 2020... should be opened for reconsideration.... getting developed in terms of position.... status... resources... GDP .... has got nothing to do with the life of common people... I think we need to get developed in terms of VISION first.. .. then rest of the things will be the by-products...................................... !!!

Youth & Implied Negativity !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 15:38:00 +0000

India a country which represents the brand youth on the universe, despite this we are not able to channelize this power flow to the optimal level, we have got many conclusions if we figure out the reason but still not a single concrete solution, youth of our country hates the political system no body is ready to take the pain, ‘living in a country where people are getting ‘SIM’ free of cost & getting sugar at Rs/- 40 pr kg leaves no option rather than leaving the system’. Leaving public sector aside if we consider ‘youth status’ in the so called corporate sector then also the story is not worth telling !!!.

A single word ‘STRESS’ there is like a killing pervasive syndrome damaging each one, most of the people think it’s the pressure of job, status, salary & all other materialistic substitutes, but I think apart from these obvious factors we are struggling with a known factor which is not realized yet. This factor is the stress coming from the relation ship status we are sharing with the people around & esp. with the opposite sex, in fact this single factor plays an indispensable role in shaping the approach & degree of acceptance in each individual.

This may sound odd for a while that how an affair or relations cans can have an impact on the approach & attitude of any individual, but certainly it appears to be true. Root of this foundation goes back in the basics of our society, people living here are nurtured in diverse cultures, each religion has its own characteristics, rituals, beliefs & value systems, for example ‘Sikhs’ do not believe in shortening the hairs, ‘Brahmans’ are against non-veg food, ‘bride & groom’ cannot sleep together on first night of marriage in Kolkata ,like this we are having gamut of traditions & rituals in which people are born & die, so the point is in this way we carry a huge amount of cultural responsibility for our religion, society & family which I think is a matter of proud this is the only experience which is available only in INDIA.

Now the question comes where the problem is?? We are such rich country in every sense, then why the hell our youth is experiencing such recursive progression??? The answer of this question is an irony!!! It’s great that we are having such valuable & rich culture of upbringing but at the same time we are the youth of a developing Nation, the viscosity of exposure through any medium, any interface, any source is not parallel with psychological responsibility we carry every moment, responsibility to maintain the dignity of our family which is simply based on religious & cultural ethics, responsibility to receive our deserved honor in this society which partially based on our achievement , in any country apart from India ‘breakups’, ‘betrayal’ any similar kind of event in any relation is limited to the individual, its not a big issue for his or her family & in India some cases even becomes the ‘Breaking News’ of the day, they people believe in independent living they allow themselves to make this society rather than allowing society to make them, so at the end of any relation here, this burden becomes an in-degradable component of life which gets translated in the form of ‘Implied Negativity’ in every stage of life this whole concept is like ‘ if a kid is beaten brutally by his teacher in his 1st std then he might get afraid of the whole teacher community.

‘Viscosity of exposure’ is nothing but the environment we are having now a days & esp. in the educational institutes, having a list of boyfriend & girlfriend is a kind of fashion for our sparkling ‘orkut’ generation, ‘ mam should I allow my boyfriend to touch me’ ?? This was the question asked by a 9th class girl to the gynecologist who visited their school. Kids of today are just flowing in a stream having a strip on their eyes initially they engage in a relation ‘ignoring’ all the so called responsibilities which we have discussed, then the lucky cases who are the out of the individual internal traumas like ‘breakups’, ‘betrayal’ comes in second stage where they have to pay the price for their ‘ignorance’ in the starting, their relation now becomes an ideal case for the society to teach a lesson to the younger generation.

From here the only thing which remains on front foot is ‘Negativity’ which gets implied in our life in its own way, if we take an approximation then almost 60% of the people in corporate sector or any field, the approach they follow & the attitude they offer is somewhere influenced by their past, the psychological burden of deprived longingness which they carry makes them disinterested in most of the things which becomes the main reason of ‘stress’ in their life, work, relations, persona everything related to them. Some people just to get rid of this burden make a fake personality these are the people who very firmly believes in ‘saying no’ approach!!! The only funda they follow now is ‘ TIT for TAT’ which again becomes a new source of stress in their life, they become more smaller with each new day, thus in this way ‘stress’ fuming out from individuals collectively makes the whole system stressful & less efficient each day, each hour & each moment, we can’t run, we can’t hide but we can change our view our decision, because we always think its our personal matter but actually the whole society is at stake.

A take on B O L L Y - W O O D !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 05:43:00 +0000

LIGHTS - CAMERA - ACTION ... roll on & here we are with a brand new movie... 'Bolly Wood' serving this Nation from so long, huge range of audience, huge turn overs, stardom, so many artists playing around & life is moving, appreciating the biggest block busters & criticizing the flop ones every year... & ya how can we for get the gamut of Award functions.. honoring & praising the talents..... looks very simple ;-)..

I don't know why am writing over this issue but I feel we need to have a second opinion.... koz it cannot be a simple factory as it looks so.. apart from all I think Bolly wood or any similar kind of platform some where reflects the true picture of this fake society... the silver screen apparently reveals the acceptance & rejection of people.. what were those times.. that golden period of 70's... In this whole episode we have seen so many transformations in every aspect of cinema... moving from 'shy feminism' to 'bold nymphomanism' from 'weird masculanism' to 'dostana' from 'chd do anchal' to 'chak de fatte' from 'baiju bavra' to 'billu barber' from 'OP Nayyar' to 'Himesh Reshmiya' or in simple words from 'SIMPLICITY' to 'EXAGGERATION'...

Now a DAYS you must have observed there is always a SURPRISE ELEMENT in most of the movies.. for example ... recall that super-hit song of OM SHANTI OM... "All the hot girls put ur hands up & say...." in this particular song they have introduced almost whole bollywood which no body had the idea from the promos.... recall the entrance of 'hema malini & amitab bachhan' in 'Veer Zara' not a single person from the audience had the idea about them.... recall the introduction of 'kuch kuch hota hai' theme during the song 'suraj hua madham' in the movie 'k3G'.... like this we have many movies having some surprise element in them... so the point is director wants to make people happy.. satisfied.. emotional.... this clearly reflects the applied stress existing in the society .. in the subconscious mind of people.. we are not able to enjoy or ready to watch a hardcore movie based on any issue just for example ' Road to Sangam'... because what we expect in a three hour movie is ... getting out from tension of life rather than to contemplate on a new issue... so bollywood is simply going according to the pulses of people.. & simultaneously reflecting the true choice of Indian viewers.. No doubt we also have a chunk of audience ( one of them is me ).. who likes to watch a movie like .. YMI ( ye mera India) having no stardom... music or love story.. in comparison to the movie like .. the latest ' Jane kahn se aayi hai' ... but the ratio of such viewers is very less......... so at last I would like to say..... ' watch movies have fun... enjoyy... & after reading this post .. do reply ;-)... !!!

An author's > D - I - L - E - M - M - A - ;

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 09:43:00 +0000

" Sir please write a book on us !!! we are not terrorists .. we have fought for the country just like BHAGAT SINGH ... please justify this longing imprisonment .. !!! "

These are the statements of a REVOLUTIONARY to the author who writes about the life of revolutionaries.. He said " it's not the matter of writing about you... or Bhagat Singh , our work is just the pursuit of true patriotism & you know some of the people like Bhagat singh deserves it , 300 pages of a book cannot measure the pain of your imprisonment nor the zeal of Bhagat singh,"

Here, I don't know whom to favor.. a revolutionary under imprisonment ... or an author asking justification. Undoubtedly I cannot even dare to mark a question on revolutionaries... I think these are the people with different mind & body , i think they are 'aliens' who comes from MARS in the form of humans & redefines 'm a s c u l a n i s m'. Bhagat singh remained probably 60 days without food, enduring all the physical hard ship, warmth of his patriotism even melted tones of Britisher's ice, but nothing affected his fervor.... I am not saying that these are the parameters of a pure patriot & all others are fools, so write books only on bhagat singh....... but the thing is that, at the end of the day he did what he planned... & he does it perfectly.. he knew he is a terrorist in the perception of 'a - a - v - a - m' - ( in his words) so he surrendered gracefully & allowed his VISION to blossom behind the bars... He sacrificed his life to get more Bhagat Singh from his country, I would like to call it a mistake out of a blind faith...... but still because of him only we got 'PURN SWARAJ' instead of 'DOMINION STATUS' the so called motive of non violence leader's.

In the same way we can also measure the pain of many of the revolutionaries longing under imprisonment & write a book on them... but we cannot compare them with Bhagat Singh.. not on the base of achievement but on the base of 'patriotism'... Its some thing like asking a mother which of your son you love the most ?... She will never name the son who is the richest or who cares the most ... same way doing something for the country is immeasurable.. comparing this feeling is an abuse to this bliss & divine emotion... so Hat's off to all the revolutionaries & of course to the legend 'S-H-E-E-D-E A-A-J-A-M'

My name is 'BABA' & am not a swindler !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 17:38:00 +0000

India a country where a new born baby gets religion before getting name !!! Our country is a 'host & dost' of all kind of religion & we all are proud of this secular signature. The credits goes to all those spiritual leaders the so called 'baba's' who have the guts to devote their whole life in the pursuit of an unknown truth, denying all the materialism, pleasures they know their life path & they follow it selflessly. Talking about the past of this issue we have a glorious history in the form of our sacred literature ranging from Ayurveda bliss to Yoga treasures, we have a gamut of books full of life reflecting the soul & taste of India. In the ancient time oral exchange was the medium of gaining knowledge then feather wings took the charge & gradually spirituality was driven by the printing equipments enlightening the followers & the masses.
The whole journey highlights the spirit of behind the screen leaders who constantly kept their focus & determination alive or in other words we can say they through out promoted SPIRITUALITY, today we are having innumerable leaders each is having his own office & 'pandal' which tarnishes the image of this whole concept , today I saw a spiritual leader being interviewed by a media channel because he was using 'BLOG' & 'SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES' for promotion !!! They were showing many people protesting him about using technology & being on AIR. He gave only one statement " it's nothing but a medium of being connected with my followers & sharing my life experience " . It amazed me like anything, what the hell people have to do with his job man !!! The people who don't know about the 'S' of spirituality are protesting him, at least he is not doing any wrong thing, If we can follow the rituals mentioned in the books blindly why cant we follow a person who is saying that am ready to give all the answers through my blog!!! If knowledge can be orally exchanged than why it can't be on air's, If we can copy our whole damn project from Google then why cant we believe the person who is just sharing his experience !!!

All ready these people lives a kind of sacred life you must have heard about ' naga sadhus' this species lives without clothes whole life, they are out in the season of 'kumbh' & people look at them like they are the pigs!!! this is the reward we gave them of their immense contribution in spirituality, people say they have nothing to do with spirituality they are just orthodox dogs!!! I don't know who are we to question them, forget spirituality at least they are having the guts to devote their whole life for a particular thing, having the confirmation that they are not going to get any tangible result !!! at least have some respect to that altruistic devotion !!!

Life : emotion managment OR intelligence optimization !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 07:47:00 +0000

I have got many people saying " All izz well " is not a solution to real life practical problems, its a mere statement to fool our self & reduce that stress temporarily, they say " its the fu*king life boss ... not a three hour movie !!!"

When we talk about emotions & intelligence, the lines like ' listen to your heart... follow your heart'... comes in my psyche & then I contemplate that what is this so called ' heart' ?? how to follow it ?? biologically heart has got no role to play in thought process ultimately it's all the brain game !!! Then why we get the suggestions like ' do as your heart say' ??? sometime my idiosyncrasies insinuates me to take brain as a patient of split personality .. as this hypocrite makes that impossible SNARE which often give Bollywood people a fantastic idea of a hit movie on the name 'thesis of Baba Ranchood das chanchad' !!!!

That character simply stated one point ' follow your interest' OR 'follow your heart' OR in the language of BRAIN = ' follow your instincts' which are completely manufactured by our very own brain,....... hmm the whole concept looks so simple... then what's the problem .. we are such intelligent people we are not able to get such a simple fact .. we have to watch a movie for this shame on us !!! :) . Actually the problem is = WE ARE INTELLIGENT !!! yes that's the real problem... our innocent Brain .. the silly chap... gives us our instincts at every step .. that's why we often stops for a cup of coffee when we are out... but now !!! what we do is CALCULATIONS if we see any person standing at that coffee shop whom we don't like 90% people will go back !!! this is a very simple example of applying CALCULATIONS on Instincts... there are many we don't even realize.

Following our heart is nothing but going for instincts, now some body might have a question from where these instincts come... I don't know the scientific answer but I think instincts are some thing for which we are naturally inclined... some thing at which we are comfortable ... then it is obvious that ultimately determines our interest at the end. Now the question comes of those people who are called VIRTUOSO.. like AR RAHMAN , SACHIN TENDULKAR, LATA MANGESHKAR people say that they are God gifted.. I think besides the God blessing what is the difference in there case is the ' time of realization' of their so called INSTINCTS.
SACHIN TENDULKAR at the age of 16 played his first test match ... the time when the people like us comes to know about our INSTINCTS !!! :~), LATA MANGESHKAR always knew that she is born to sing, & AR RAHMAN started preparing jingles at a very early age. So gradually their comfort zone became their strength & now they are unbeatable. So I think optimizing Intelligence is nothing but managing emotions( instincts) they both are complimentary.

Real intelligence lies in knowing our instincts & follow them rather then doing useless calculations, this term calculations has got an immense reach in our life even the factors like EGO , PRIDE, JEALOUS are somewhere have their origin through calculations, we have the habit of measuring each & every thing in life & the problem is we always measure others being oblivious of our own calculations, living in such environment we become a kind of consummate pseudo human beings that when our instincts some times tries to dominates us we feel frustrated & don't even know the reason for that ..... what an irony !!! So I would like to repeat the lines which made 300 cr buks in one week ......... ' bhaiyya aaL iS weLL !!! :~)

सफल भारत पर इंसानीयत की कसौटी !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 12:19:00 +0000

अगर हम एक ऐसा शब्द खोजे जो पूर्ण रूप से 'स्थाई' की परीभाषा दे सकता है तो मे कहूँगा की वो शब्द है'बदलाव' | इस स्थाई बदलाव ने ही हमे हमे हमारी मंजिल और भविष्य का रूपांतरण करने की प्रेरणा दी है, जो भी वस्तु आज ब्रहमांड में विद्यमान है वो इस स्थाई बदलाव का हिस्सा है और हमेशा रहेगा | इस बदलाव को भारत के संधर्ब में देखना बिलकुल ऐसा है जैसे मंजिलो पे सफलता को सुसज्जित करना, ज़मींदारी से जनतंत्र तक का सफर हमारे बदलाव लाने की प्रवत्ति को भली भांति दर्शाता है |

आज भारत को पुरे ब्रहमांड की युवा शक्ति होने का गौरव प्राप्त है, परन्तु फिर भी हम, आज भी नाचते हुए जनतंत्र में सच्चाई की खोज करते फिर रहे है, आज भी हमे अपने ही देशवासियो से परेशानी है, आज भी हम पड़ोसियों से बैर रखते हुए लुक्का छिपी का खेल खेल रहे है, आज भी हमारे देश के बच्चे होटलों में हमारे झूटे बर्तन मांज रहे है, आज भी हमारा वो सहेजा हुआ बदलाव अमीर और गरीब के बीच का रिक्त स्थान नहीं भर पाया है, आज भी ब्रस्थाचार हमारी रगों में खून बनके दौड़ रहा है, और इन सब के बीच जब में पर्यावरण की ओर हमारी ज़िम्मेदारी की बात सोचता हू तो मुझे शर्मिंदगी के आलावा और कुछ हासिल नहीं होता क्योकि जिन लोगो की सोच व्यक्तिगत स्तर परही दम तोड़ देती है वो लोग अपने घर के बगीचों से आगे नहीं सोच सकते |

समस्या ये नहीं है की हमे इन मुद्दों का कारण नहीं पता, इन सभी मुद्दों के कारण तो देश का हर बच्चा अपनी सामाजिक विज्ञानं की किताब में कब का पढ़ लेता है, जैसे गरीबी, बेरोज़गारी वगरह ....... परन्तु मेरे लिए ये उसी बदलाव का प्रभाव है जिसके बारे में हमने पहले बात करी थी, एक तरफ तो इस बदलाव ने हमे भारत को अतुल्य भारत लिखने पर मजबूर कर दिया और दूसरी तरफ इसने हमे एक ऐसी मशीन बना दिया जो केवल भौतिक संसाधनों के वशीभूत हो कर अपना जीवन व्यापन करती है, बदलाव लाने की इस दौड़ में हम इतने मुग्द हो गए की हमने इंसानीयत और जज्बात की कोई जगह ही नहीं दी, बहुत सरल शब्दों में अगर कहू तो हमने विकास और सफलता के लिए इंसानीयत की क़ुरबानी देदी, जो की सही मायनों में एक आदर्श देश की नीव होती है |

आपने सुना होगा की सब धर्मो के ऊपर जो धर्म है उसे लोग इंसानीयत कहते है, पर इस धर्म का इतनी निष्ठा सेपालन नहीं होगा ये किसने सोचा था | आज हमारे देश का वो हिस्सा जिसे हम अंग्रेजी में ''एलीट पार्ट ऑफ़ सोसाइटी" कहते है, वो धारा 377 के तहत समलैंगिक समाज को न्याय दिलाने के लिए पूरा जोर लगा रहा है, यहाँ मै मेरे सम्लागिक भाई बहनों के खिलाफ नहीं हू परन्तु जिन लोगो ने इस पुरे मुद्दे में महत्वपूर्ण भूमिका निभाई है, उनसे मे ये पूछना चाहूँगा की आप सबकी इंसानीयत उस समय कहाँ चली जाती है जब 2 वर्ष के छोटे छोटे बालक आपसे लाल बत्ती पर भीक मांगते है, सन 1996 में भारत सरकार ने बाल मजदूरी का कानून लागू करा था परन्तु फिर भी आज पुरे विशव में सबसे जयादा बाल मजदूर भारत के नाम है | जितने प्रयास हमने धारा 377 को सफल बनाने में किये है, अगर उतने प्रयास हम 1996 से बाल मजदूरो के लिए करते तो शायद आज बहुत सी नन्ही मुस्कान हमारे देश को रोशन कर रही होती, मै मानता हू की हमारी जिम्मेदारी हमारे सम्लागिक भाई बहनों केलिए भी बनती है परन्तु किसे हमारे प्रयासों की अधिक आवशयकता है इसका निर्णय हमारे इंसानीयत के स्तर कोही करना है | आज भारत के किसी भी मुद्दे को उठा लीजिये चाहे वो ब्रस्थाचार हो, भ्रूण हत्या हो, या बिगड़ता हुआ पर्यावरण या गर्त में जाती राजनीती, इन सभी की जड़े कहीं न कहीं इंसानीयत से जुडी है, इंसानीयत एक ऐसा पहलू है जिसका हमे कभी एहसास नहीं हुआ और हम लोग खामखा ही व्यर्थ के सवालों की गुत्थी सुझाने में लगे हुए है |

इस दिशा में सोचते हुए जब मेने इस इंसानीयत के पहलू को सुद्रढ़ करने के बारे में विचार किया तो मे बहुत दुविधा में पड़ गया क्योकि इंसानीयत एक एहसास है जिसे पैदा नहीं केवल जगाया जा सकता है, और ये एहसास हम सबमें मौजूद है परन्तु इकीसवी सदी के इस दौड़ भाग के जीवन में कहीं खो गया है, ये कोई टैक्स नहीं जो वसूल लिया जाए बल्कि ये एक भाव एक चेतना है जिसे हम सहेज कर अपना जीवन अपना समाज और अपने देश की बहुतसी समस्याए सुलझा सकते है | शुरुआती तौर पर मेने बाल मजदूरी को विषय वास्तु रख कर, हम किस तरह इस ओर प्रयास कर सकते है उसकी रचना कुछ इस प्रकार की है |

क्यू न भारत में एक अलग विभाग बनाया जाये जिसका नाम हो "भारतीय इंसानीयत विभाग", इसका कार्य बुनियादी तौर पे देशवासियो में गिरते हुए इंसानीयत के स्तर में सुधर करना होगा | सुनने में भले ही यह थोडा अजीब महसूस हो परन्तु इस ओर हमारे कदम एक क्रांति ला सकते है जिसके प्रभाव सवरूप हम उस देश कासपना फिर से देख सकते है जहां धर्म, जात, पद अथवा इंसानीयत के नाम तले किसी भी तरह की नकारात्मा न हो |इस विभाग को जीवंत बनाने के लिए हमे एक "दिन" का चुनाव करना होगा जो की पुरे देश में "इन्सनीय दिवस" और अंग्रेगी में बोले तो " बींग हूमन डे" के रूप में मनाया जायेगा, ठीक उसी तरह जैसे की वलेंताईन और मदर डे मनाये जाते है | इस पड़ाव पर "भारतीय इंसानीयत विभाग" के कर्मचारीयों की यह जिम्मेदारी बनती है की वे इस विभाग का प्रचार इस तरह से कर दे की किसी भी देशवासी के मनमें विभाग और इसके उद्देश्य को लेकर कोई संदेह न रहे | इस कार्य में हमारे देश का शक्तिशाली मीडिया और ऑरकुट जैसे उपयोगी वेबसाईट एक महत्वपूर्ण भूमिका अदा सकती है खासतौर से युवाओं के लिए | यह विभाग पुर्णतः केंद्र सरकार के अंतर्गत होकर राज्य स्तर तकअपनी पहुच रखेगा | यह विभाग सरकारी, निजी संस्थाए एवम वो हर एक प्राणी जो इस बदलाव का हिस्सा होना चाहता है, सभी के लिए यह विभाग एक मेज़बान के रूप में कार्य करेगा | सरल भाषा में कार्य तो कल भी हमारा था और आज भी हमारा है बस यह विभाग हमारे कार्य करने के उस एहसास को एक जिम्मेदारी बनाने में एकमहेत्व्पूर्ण भूमिका निभाएगा |

इस विभाग के अंतर्गत जो भी कार्य होगा वो वार्षिक आधार पर तय किया जायेगा, जिसकी शुरुआत हम पहले बींग हूमन डे" से करेंगे, इस दिन सरकार के नोटिस दवारा सभी विभागों, निजी कम्पनियों एवं प्रत्येक सामाजिक संसथान को आमंत्रित किया जायेगा | बींग हूमन दिवस इन सभी संस्थाओं को एक ऐसा धरातल प्रदान करेगा जिसके अभाव का बहाना बनाकर हम कब से हाथ पे हाथ धरे बैठे है | सभी संस्थाओ के सामने कुछ 10 मुद्दों( इंसानीयत से जुड़े हुए ) की सूचि रखी जाएगी, हर संस्था किसी भी एक मुद्दे को अपना एक वर्षीय अभियान के रूपमें चुन सकती है| उधारण के तौर पे किसी निजी संस्था ने बाल मजदूरी को चुना तो उसका एक वर्षीय कार्यरोपणकुछ इस प्रकार होगा |
यह निजी कंपनी भारतीय इंसानीयत विभाग की रूपरेखा के साथ अपने स्वयं के रचनात्मक विचारो को इस अभियान को सफल बनाने के लिए पुरे साल कार्य करेगी | सबसे पहेले इस कम्पनी के मजदूर वर्ग से सभी बाल मजदूरो का पूरा ब्यौरा लिया जायेगा क्योकि मजदूर वर्ग इस कंपनी के आस पास के सभी बाल मजदूरो का ब्यौरा देसकते है | तत्पश्चात भारतीय इंसानीयत विभाग एक 'बक्से' का निर्माण करेगा जिसपे 'बींग हूमन' लिखा जायेगा, यह बक्सा देश की हर लाल बती, रेलवे स्टेशन और बस स्टैंड पर इस निजी कम्पनियों के कर्मचारियो दवरा लगायाजायेगा | साथ मेंबाल मजदूरो की रख वाली कर रहे उनके माँ बाप से अनुरोध किया जायेगा की आप इस बच्चो को हमारे विभाग भेजिए जहाँ पर इन्हें शाक्षर बनया जायेगा बिना किसी शुल्क के, इस शिक्षा का पैसा उन बक्सों से आएगा जो लाल बत्ती, रेलवे स्टेशन अतः बस स्टैंड पर लगाए गए है | इस कदम से एक दिन उन मासूम हाथो में भीपेन्सिल और माउस आ जायेगा जो आज तपती धुप में हमारे आगे हाथ फैलाते है | प्रत्येक कर्मचारी जितने बच्चेविभाग में पंजीकृत करवाएगा उसी हिसाब से उसे कम्पनी और भारतीय इंसानीयत के दवारा पुरुस्कृत कियाजायेगा |
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अगले साल माने दुसरे बींग हूमन दिवस के दिन प्रत्येक कम्पनी अपने दवारा किये गए सालाना कार्य का पूरा ब्युओरा प्रस्तुत करेगी और नए मुद्दों का फिर से चयन किया जायेगा | प्रस्तुत किया गया उधारण मात्र एक ही मुद्दे का विस्तार है, परन्तु मुझे पूरा विश्वास है इस दिशा में उठे हमारे कदम कुछ ही सालो में हमारे सफल कहे जाने वाले इस अतुल्य भारत की परिभाषा बदल देंगे |

INDIAN MEDIA ; TODAY & TOMORROW !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 17:32:00 +0000

India the country where a word ‘constant’ simply don’t exist, an urge to change the things has been our signature; moving form Zamindari system to Democracy, from power to empower, we never realized what all factors contributed to live up this spirit till now. Today the power of PEN is embarrassing the power of AK 47, range of broadcasting is overtaking the leap of malefactors, Calling this transformation just an IMPACT of Indian Media will be an abuse : INDIAN MEDIA is an INFLUENCE which has the capability of changing the perception of an individual, a family, a society and a Nation.

Indian Media today is like a corporate institution serving selflessly this Nation; let it be a director, a politician, an entrepreneur, a doctor or any person at any post everyone is alert of sting operations, cross questioning, revealing articles, this is nothing but an empowerment of every Indian, today we are not dependent on Police or Arm force, Yes we have Media to SHARE, CONVENE & IMPLEMENT.

Indian Media is not only about the pursuit of TRUTH in Dancing Democracy it’s a platform for the beginners, a stage for the performers and a mirror to the perpetrators. From DOORDARSHAN to the gamut of broadcasting Institutions, Indian Media has added value to each of our life especially to the life of COMMON MEN. From Astrology to Politics, Bollywood to Hollywood, Pakistan to Obama, Parchuni shop to Anil Ambani, Narayan Kartike to Dhoni & from Bidai to BIGBOSS, just one hour & we are updated. Call it Power or Empowerment or the diversity of this Nation which punctuates the Indian Media.

Talking about the recent issue of Alternate Sexuality in India, this concept is not an infant it has it’s root long way back; but today we are taking a stand for an issue, our society is shuffling the options for what to choose & what to reject: freedom or culture ? In the whole episode what appears to be significant is the word ‘today’ because today we are aware, today we are empowered & we have proved this by making Act 377 & RTI a Success, here contribution of Media is out of the range of measurement, this is something like intangible impetus making our life worth every day.

Carrying this spirit if we contemplate the aspect of tomorrow, we should take this accomplishment as a responsibility for tomorrow’ Media today in the form of NDTV good times is enriching our life, its getting global in the form of AMERICA LIVE, this is just the beginning probably after some ten years we can have Media tie-up between two or more countries just like many collaborations we have on the name of Peace & Security, which will be an aid not only for common men but also to our Forces, Intelligence agencies & most importantly to the spirit of Indian Media which is making the motive, vision & journey of this Nation more & more transparent.

(Read this article on ICMLIVE.COM)

Marketing WeirdLY ; It's POLI-TRICKS | Bhartiya - - RaJneeti

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 15:01:00 +0000

India is the only Nation which hosts elections throughout the year some times it's for PM some times it's for CM... then MLA'S.... then MP .... & the list goes on. Politics had played a significant role in shaping India & of course the tradition,
a tradition to display a pseudo impression of patriotism. The whole process of campaign seems like a hilarious act with the motive to entertain or rather disturb the people around.
" hamara Neta kaisa ho ; x y z jaisa ho" these are the statements which they use to persuade us :-)
Elections time is like a festival for the people who are literally doing nothing in their life, they just support their leader fanatically disguising all their past records. In villages the process of voting is like going for a picnic with family, people are not concerned with the politicians they just satisfy their EGO by voting for the candidate which is being supported by their RIVAL families. It's truly like Dance of Democracy between the people who are self centric & always carry an individualistic approach.
Indian politics is not only about marketing themselves this concept just don't exist for them, marketing is all about apprising the people about our product now it depends on us that how creatively we can put it up. For them it's like a showcase of their power with a mask of POLITENESS. They don't give a single thought while screwing up a song which has grabbed OSCAR for India, 'JAI HO' this song is now known as the brand ambassador of any politician & the way it is being modified has redefined the word CHEAP. Some motivated people will say it's only a part of it, they will tell us to become an IAS or a politician to change the situation in fact they could say what the hell 'CORE POLITICS' has to do with these campaigning no body appreciates STANDARD in villages....... Just ask them what actually you have to appreciate... Our villagers hopes start from expecting electricity for crops & ends on expecting lower prices.. Leave villages How many towns & cities today are enabled with proper medications for SWINE FLU ????. Every body has a common question today why the YOUTH is not interested in Indian Politics.. why we are observing a decreasing trend in voting every year ?????? There are many answers... but what comes as fundamental is really a very CHEAP IMAGE of Indian Politics.. today our generation before taking breadth checks that this air is BRANDED or not if not they will try to avoid it... till some extent whats wrong in this approach we should never compromise with quality. This approach don't inspire anyone to be a SNOB what we are looking here is the QUALITY. People are not willing to vote they know weather they vote or not... Mumabai will be flooded in the next rains also..
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CHAUVINISTIC SELFISHNESS ; It's shame for every Indian... some people thinks they & their state are even bigger than NATION... {SACHIN TU APNI PITCH SAMBHAL }

India is a country where the concept of State Government is religiously followed, this approach only exist in Public sector, have you ever seen ' RAJASTHAN NOKIA CARE' or any branch of MNC'S under the heading of a state... they have different branches where employees work for NOKIA not for the particular state branch. Our political system has a kind of dual ruling system Central Government & State Government... Some people say its a very good process because the opposition can keep a check on ruling government, but what this so called 'check' is giving us, the opposition is just waiting for the opportunity for the dawn of the government.... This concept of State government is responsible for many on going trends... We have so many ' dals' in the country so many ' Senas'... every sate has their own, these people are slapping the person who wants to take an Oath in HINDI which is our National language.. & the same people are making violent issues on VALENTINE DAY. :~) .This whole scenario has made us insecure in our country people living in Bihar are afraid of going Mumbai... Indians are having animosity for Indians then why not the Pakistanis will attack us... they know we are not united we people spend our life in satisfying our pseudo pride in terms of STATE, sometimes in term of RELIGION.....

These chauvinistic people who thinks that their state is even greater than NATION don't even feel embarass while questioing SACHIN TENDULKAR if he says that he is proud of being Marathi but HE IS AN INDIAN FIRST. I feel proud as an Indian because my country have SACHIN TENDULKAR, they say " Sachin you know 105 Marathi sacrificed their life for Maharashtra & if you will disparage this spirit it will not be good for you".... Just ask this old man had he ever counted the number of revolutionaries who led their life for this Nation. We cant say they are motive less, but their motive is giving birth to a power, a power which is definitely not in the favor of this Nation they are creating an environment which is advantage for the malefactors which are preparing for the next 26/11, the force of this nation is distributed in the form of state governments we are not united, today we need people like BHAGAT SINGH who converted the distributed revolutionary group HRA( Hindustan Republican Association) to HSRA( Hindustan Socialist Republican Association) 1000 REVOLUTIONARIES under one heading... not like India.... Millions of people under... Billions of heading......... JAI HIND !!!

After IQ EQ & SQ its R. Q.

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 17:35:00 +0000

Take anything IQ(intelligence quotient) , EQ(emotional quotient) or SQ(spiritual quotient) we have a gamut of test to measure them CAT ... JEE.. IAS.. & so on. We have high profile HR'S to have a check on EQ & SQ... the three parameters makes us illegible to be a part of a reputed organization but does these parameters guarantees us to be a GOOD HUMAN, probably No!!!. Having the tag of IIT on one shoulder & tag of IIM on another doesn't certifies anyone to be a good human being, it's the sense of HUMANITY which makes us a better person in life.. It is said HUMANITY is above all religion, simply because it cannot be restricted in the chains of caste, religion or any other crap belief. It's a genuine feel for mankind, people often mistakes it with kindness, but they don't know that kindness severely depends on situation but not the HUMANITY.

The question is, what is RQ & what it has to do with HUMANITY... RQ is that quotient which we need indispensably for the betterment of the whole MANKIND. It is called as RIGHTNESS QUOTIENT. We often come across the lines 'Its the society which builds a Nation' but had we ever realized the significance of these words.. We as a country represents the brand YOUTH on this universe & this brand is gradually loosing its quality. They are not aware what is right or wrong for them, they preserve those qualities which gives them a nice job... they have sharp IQ , sensitive EQ & some of them are superficially aware of the term spirituality... some how they are getting their job done. But what about preserving those qualities which gives them not the job but a greater self esteem, not an AC office but a positive & enthusiastic comfort zone, not money but the ultimate satisfaction in life... at least no body can put a finger against you when it comes to the final count.

Let's take an example of our fast generation of FACEBOOK... probably ten years before who thought about the concepts like ONE NIGHT STAND... & today it's casual for them.. they say working in an corporate environment who the hell is concerned with emotions.. we are so much busy that we don't even remember the person... this is just a mere example there is lot more to put here but the conclusion is same they say who the hell is concerned ??? Tell them your own conciseness is concerned going like this we can never be genuine we can never be satisfied. This process makes us machine, a working machine who forgets its basic need of emotions & when the saturation comes it COOLS down in the form of ONE NIGHT STAND... Because it is the point where you are screwing up all your stress for a particular time & you feel rejuvenated... at the end no complaints no demands. So we are heading for the same thing (sparking up the soul), so why not with good intentions , true emotions & with +ve mindset.

Take one more example which has bought revolution in 'gaming'. A game known as 'RAPELAY' is out in Indian Market after JAPAN. This game will test your skills that how efficiently, violently & creatively you can 'RAPE THE OPPOSITE SEX'. Our Brand youth is eagerly waiting for this so called game..... Now just think the psychological impact which this shit will have on kids which are on the threshold of adolescence. Once they play this game & their perception for whole female community will change forever... Forget about their degree of being right they can't even claim to respect their mother. This is where our society is heading.. we are wasting our productive minds in findings new ways to rape a woman. So what's the use of our IQ EQ & SQ.. Despite of having them we are nothing in terms of HUMAN BEING.

Low standard of Humanity appears to me like a syndrome or kind of a Swine flu we can’t hold it & we also don’t know how & when it captures us, moving on we didn’t even taken care of ‘Environment’ we equated the value of a ‘green paper & green ambience’ or probably disparaged it. Even today when we see the headlines like ‘ tapti dharti’, ‘Insan ka pap bana dharti ka abhishap‘, these are some of the headlines shown by leading Media channels of our country to stimulate the sleeping Humanity inside us, still nobody is ready to wake, we just give these headings nothing more than a single silent thought. Many of the people say that we are on the back foot claiming that India contribute only 5% in the ‘Global warming’, I don’t know why in most of the cases we always put figures to defend ourselves, I would like to ask all such people have you ever counted the number of trees you have taken down for building multiplexes & flats? The day we will realize that we are on the back foot not because of the figures but because of our level of Humanity, that we will be the real environment day.

today our proud citizens of India who claims to be a part of elite society are taking stand for the concept of alternate sexuality in India, they are trying to settle a new air by displaying a serious humanity for homosexuals, ironically the same people feel nothing when the innocent hands beg money from them at the traffic signals & wash our plates in hotels. India is a country having the largest number of child laborers in the world, on this note giving the excuse of poverty is just disguising our Low standard of Humanity

Rightness Quotient is not about how to lead a MORALISTIC LIFE its about BEING HUMAN. When you judge what is right & what is wrong ... the judgment is always in the favor of humanity if it is genuinely right. The process starts with individual that what is right for me... then it goes what is right for my family... then what is right for my society.. & finally what is right for my NATION & if we really achieve this sense we becomes globally responsible person & thinks what is right for this universe... So it makes some great words more dominant " JOURNEY OF MILES STARTS WITH SMALL STEP" It simply makes RQ an important ingredient of any personality such individuals are not only better of an organization but for every aspect society country or universe. People having every thing with them but not a certain degree of RQ are even worst than terrorists, whatever these perpetrators do is direct and we can identify them but those white collar people having no sense of humanity are dangerous they spread negativity all around them they hurt most of the people thus makes this place vEry suffocated. So its the character which is important not the characterstic.

No more ' libertial moves ' !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Chetan Jaiman) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 16:45:00 +0000

"ALTERNATIVE SEXUALITY IS A WAY OF LIFE"... finally the statement is out which we never imagined while putting the foundation of our coveted culture, traditions or the whole setup of the society. The question is why suddenly when the apex court gave verdict our society got more conscious, we are taking a stand against all those so called innocents crying out for their liberty, gradually knowing it or not we are getting divided. Concept of alternate sexuality is not an infant it has it's root long way back. Some characters in Mahabharata, many of the portraits of old artists displaying the pain of aloofness on a gay face are certain evidences which revels the hidden unsung heroes which are now getting their posthumous reward.

Our society never have accepted this category of human race, there can be many reasons ranging from religion to all the unconventional beliefs but the verdict concerning 377 proved them wrong, denying the dignity & significance of our culture our Jurisdiction gave priority to LIBERTY . On the basis of HUMANITY nobody can put a finger against them, its the very right of every individual to live the life of his/her choice. According to GAYS & LESBIANS who the hell is society to cross their way, when they are not interested in our bedrooms then why we are having objections in their comfort. Its some thing like a paradigm for our generation they are also absorbing the importance of freedom in life, every thing is alright but what will the next article377 when this generation would make a move to have a relation with their siblings.... they will have the same point of liberty, level of comfort or probably their psychic orientation.

This may be sounding odd but it can be a fact probably some 25 years latter, today we have taken a step in the form of 377 to demolish our very own culture, a culture which has its foundation on emotions, which has given identity to many of the relations such as mother, father, brother, sister....... moving back to stone age we were nothing ; no parents no partners ,we were exactly like animals a complete bio-logical species driven by the urge to live life in pure liberty, no relations, no boundaries nothing to look upon. Its our culture which has given us the meaning of being a mother, a responsibility of being a father, a bond of being siblings.... Today we have the liberty to choose a male or a female till here its something which can still exist, but lets hope that our generation will not make us embarrass by making one more 'lebertial move' .