kuch dil se...

Shivaji Park

2009-02-22T05:48:00.000-08:00

Shivaji park

That hand appeared in front of him suddenly.It was not a request, nor a plea. it was just a hand which expected him to hold it and help. Bhavesh looked at the face of the lady who lent her hand to him. she was around 40-45. There was a childlike expression and weird eye motion. Bhavesh kept guessing if she were blind. He kept thinking while another person took the lady's hand and made her sit on a nearby bench. To bhavesh's surprise, there was no complain for his seemingly rude behaviour.
Bhavesh used to come for jog every morning to shivaji park. Today it was raining heavily and for the first time he took shelter in a gym, located in a corner of the shivaji park. Normally, he loves to get drenched in Mumbai rains. But today, he just didn't want to get wet for no obvious reasons.That lady probably came there as well to avoid rain. He gave a look at the lady again. She was not blind, but looked like mentally challanged now. Bhavesh also noticed the addidas shoes she was wearing along with her Saree.

It was still raining really heavily and Bhavesh just wanted this rain to get over.Suddenly a boy around 7-8 yrs old came there shouting, probably for the lady. Lady got up and started waving at him furiously, again in a very childlike manner. The boy had a white Maruti Omni behind him. It was around 20meters away. That lady was in a hurry and took the hand of the person who helped her earlier and almost ran towards the boy. Bhavesh started moving to give way to that lady, suddenly the hand appeared again and this time Bhavesh couldn't refuse. Soon he was holding the other hand of the lady and was taking her to the boy. Once he reached near the Omni, other person took control and made the lady sit in the car while bhavesh kept looking from a distance. The Man also had a chat with person who was driving the Omni. After having a brief chat, The Omni started moving and in a minute it disappeared.

That man walked towards the gym again where he noticed that Bhavesh was still there. He came near Bhavesh and before he could utter a word, his eyes and expression said that these ladies need our pity and we have to help them, they are so dependent. Before he could speak the same words from his lips, Bhavesh's eyes gave him an angry look and person left without saying a word.

Soon, Bhavesh was moving back his home as he realized he was too drenched now.

Notes from train journey - unedited version

2009-02-22T04:20:00.000-08:00

32 hours train journey

..and if i had a choice
yeah.. i would wana be there

the lines you know.. summer of 69
well i ll use it for a real bad and irrelevant analogy

i am on train .. this is a really long journey and obviously if i had a choice i wud wana be at my place. i'm going to patna. but they this time this train journey is not so bad.. esp. if you got a laptop..

i boarded this train last night (14th aug'08)..it started from mumbai at 11:30 and will reach or rather try to reach patna on 16th aug'08 morning 5am - giving me ample time to celebrate independence day on the train with co-passengers.

co-passengers doesnt seem to bother about the fact that today is independence day.. but not for sure,if they look at me typing at my laptop, they will also not think that im thinkin bout independence day..

so how to celebrate independence day on train-
1) i got a patriotic song on my laptop (maa tujhe salaam) - though i'm not listening to it (summer of 69), but i want them to listen to it.and i just want to have some big woofers so that whole train can listen to it and then we can say that we celebrated.

2) this little kid of someone has come and doing something, i want to hug him the same way the girl sitting in front of me did - then give him some chocolates and say happy independence day(?) little crappy idea though

3) i want to see the video recording of T20 world cup final on my laptop - i dont have :(

4)i want to deliver a 5-min speech to co-passengers about the greatness of india and how difficult it was to acheive freedom - and convince them that today is a very important day. so we should thank those who sacrificed their life so that we can type on laptop in an 3-tier ac train, there was a time we were not even allowed to board ac boggies.

5)i want to curse myself for watching fondly london/scotland/paris pics on my laptop just before i started writing this

most probably i wont do any of these - or may b at a diff place and with diff ppl, i cud have possible done it.
Anyways - \
how typical indian i am :(

baaki ka part ghar pe likhna parega.. laptop has become so common dude.. ek baar charger kya hataya .. chargers ki line lagi pari hai :(

Return Journey
- not as many laptops as were last time
- no chargers, so doesnt make much difference
- one person was saying that angrezi mein ek kahawat hai "Time and Tide not wait for any1" - i suddenly remembered a blog by bhau about ppl discussin in a mkt place about human anatomy
- co-passenger is a lady, all the time she is talking about her daughters and herself. i suspect she wants to marry off one of her daughters to me..:)
she is asking about my title etc and whether i am a bania or not, she seemed a little disappointed to know that i am a rajasthani by origin, but quickly added that she doesnt believe in caste systems etc. she kept asking on stuff like whether we are vegeterians or not. she talks a lot, even if her daughter is sushmita sen, i wont marry her..uski maan hi itna pakayegi. anyways i dont care

- kuch baatein jo wo kar rahi hain
my father-in-law was great in picking up right girls for marriage - and believe it the first example she gave was that of herself

What does a pizza boy do in Cambridge?

2008-06-22T13:32:00.000-07:00

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The pizza boy in cambridge

The name pizza boy struck: I generally have a vegeterian pizza almost everyday for lunch in office canteen, in london. I'm not a big fan of pizza - its just the best available lunch for me here. I hate the name - after all, a pizza boy never delivers pizza for himself!! I love indian food - frankly speaking, being a hardcore vegeterian you are anyways not left with too many options.
So when i began my journey to cambridge with two vegeterian mates (believe me its very rare event), I was very happy. The one-and-half hour journey to cambridge was nothing special - i slept for most of the part of journey as usual. I have a thing for sitting in something moving i guess - whenever i sit even in an auto, my brain ( a computer made in 80's ) is attacked by some unknown virus, it starts feeling overheated and tries to hibernate, my eyelids become so heavy, eventually however hard i try, i give in myself to this insatiable desire to sleep.
so i was explaining how happy i was to be with two vegeterians on board on my way to cambridge. Our first agenda was to know - a) where to roam around and most importantly b) what to eat?
I knew that even if you go to Paris ( will explain that trip some other day), if you have desire, you can always find an indian restaurent. So hoping for the same, i kept looking, while the friends along with me were too happy ( or too hungry ?) to see Pizza hut there and have something,I used all my negotiation and convincing skills ( dont laugh - i have some!! ) to ensure they also keep looking and just when we were about to give in to pizza hut - i spotted a restaurant called " Gandhi place - the indian restaurent". It was a matter of time when we were inside. we asked the lone indian waiter standing there - what is there to eat and what are the places we can visit in Cambridge. He started in Hindi : "yahan kuch nahi hai.. pata nahi log kyu aate hain yaha ghumne" - listenting to that i was already cursing my friend who took us there. Later he also handed us over the menu. First the drink menu - it had a big poster of GandhiJee on its background and all exotic drinks i have heard of printed over it. Then we looked at
the lunch menu - i couldn't spot a single vegeterian dish there.. only lambs, chicken and meat. May Mahatma Gandhi's soul rest in peace!!
So finally we were sitting in Pizza hut and the name struck again - The pizza boy!!!
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The tri-colleges

we saw King's college - initiated by King Henry VI, Queen's college - initialted by the queen of king Henry VI ( there was a fair competition for supremacy even in those days!!!) and trinity college - initiated by ( ahem.. forgotten!!). Needless to say, they were too beautiful and scenic. In trinity college, I stood along with Mr Newton and we both had a photograph together. I also spotted Mr Amartya Sen in the Mess - but the thing i could not spot was the Newton's apple tree- which should have been there according to map provided there. Anyways, It was not the original apple tree which inspired Newton to come up with the theory of gravitation and all - but probably a descendent of that ( Man.. do you think it should be given any iota of attention ), original tree lies somewhere else.
The best thing we did there was punting - its rowing using a long bamboo. To move, you push the soil beneath the river using the bamboo and to steer you use the same bamboo in water, i also tried my hand without any success. The Puntman ( the one who was rowing for us , i dont know the word, so coined one), was not doing his job at his best - splashing the dirty water over us, and getting a hell lot of abuses in "hindi" from us for that and completing the punting in just 25 mins or so. Finally when our punting finished and we bid him goodbye - he said " Phir Milenge"..
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The returning to london was as usual - the same virus hit my programs again and my brain was hibernating in no time..

Hope and Me

2006-10-27T08:45:00.001-07:00

Hope, My dear friend, told me
"I am the one who kept you alive
In good days
In bad days
It was me who carried you
When you could not move
In the darkness
In the suffering.

It was me who held your hand
When there was noone to wipe your tears

Still
You want me to leave
You are selfish and fool
You will die without me in a second."

I replied
"You say you were with me
In all the sufferings
In all the darkness
But truth is that
You were the one who brought
all the sufferings
all the darkness.

I never knew the difference
between the happiness and the suffering
between the light and the darkness.
And One Day
You showed me a smile
and said this is life
You showed me those sparkling eyes
and said this is happiness.

I was fool
I believed you and suffered
Now leave me,
I can live without you."

The Hope went away from me
And the most useless person died!!

Exodus

2006-10-10T11:31:00.000-07:00

Place : Bangalore
Date : 28th October 2006

The city would come to a standstill. Dont believe me!!!! Check out for any medium of transportation .. be it Railways, Buses , Airplanes even autos and taxis!!! Not a single ticket available. People are leaving the city!! Mass Exodus!!!!!!!

For those who can't get tickets.. There is another solution.. You can even see the advertisement by a leading Mobile company in banglore :
Khabru daurega.. suru daurega.. Muzik Kumar Daurega.. Badruddin Daurega... Kone wala Daurega.. Gay Kumar daurega.. Sab daurenge..aur mysoor bhag jayenge..
28 October ko bangalore daurega!!!
City khali boss.. but Why??

aur kyu?? Himesh Reshamiya is Coming to perform...
I couldn't get a ticket for mass exodus..and too lazy to run.. anyone sacrificing his ticket???

( Boss I am too alergic to his songs, so have written in desperation..)

Wrong Hour

2006-05-19T20:42:00.000-07:00

All the people came
and all are going
Life is as usual
happy and boring
Everything is perfect, believe me
It's just the wrong hour.

All the mistakes I made
and all the crap I said
is forgotten.
I knew they won't come back
and they are not coming back, believe me
It's just the wrong hour.

Nothing more I wanted
and Nothing more I had
just a bit of pride
and a little self-respect
Nothing would happen, I knew
even if I loose a little bit of them too..
and nothing is happening, believe me
so these wet eyes are nothing
It's just the wrong hour.

Yengappa Mooriyalle

2006-05-03T05:42:00.000-07:00

Nowadays I am not in a mood of writing poems. Its not that I have written enough or I am.. sort of.. bored of it. This is because of my phony blogger friends. They would always pretend they can do everything!! It’s so disgusting. To tell you the truth, it’s so disgusting I can puke thinking of it!! I guess after reading my poetry they must have realized that if this sonuvabitch can write poems why can’t they!!! It’s funny though, in a way. You write one crap and then you are made to read several craps and to comment on them. Its not that I have to comment on them.. and frankly speaking I also don’t care if they comment on my post or not!!! (Of course I m lying!! :D)

The other reason for this change is this hell of a novel I was reading “The Catcher in the Rye" by Salinger. The protagonist of the novel is Holden Caulfield who is the most useless but still most reasonable character I have ever seen!! This post is dedicated to this character. In case you don’t know about this novel, for your GK , This is one of the most favorite books of Serial Killers. One guy, who killed this guy… John Lennon.. had this book and then One other Guy who tried to kill Ronald Reagan had it too... If you keep these incidences in mind...I am completely sober.

Let me come to my topic “Yengappa Mooriyalle ". All word power booster books tell you to go to the derivation of the word.. When was it first coined and all. This word was coined by my elder brother. But the popularity it has (I am sure none of you have ever heard of it!!) is just because of me.

It was when I went to Hosur to complete my training and all. I found there some friends from IIT Chennai. One day we were walking on the road when I realized how phony these guys are. They didn’t know more than 10 words of Tamil and were showing as if they had written the Tamil Grammar. These phonies were so disgusting. To tell you the truth, I can puke thinking of them.

They were talking among themselves and even they forgot they had someone around who didn’t know the 10 words of Tamil they knew. I can’t withstand such a phony behavior. To cut the crap… I suddenly said “Yengappa Mooriyalle” and guess what!! These phonies started trying to figure out the meaning!!! I am not saying those were not good people. They are really very nice people and all. I swear...really. But sometimes even good people can behave in a way which drives you crazy.

Take this guy... who also used to stay at the same place where I lived and unfortunately shared the same mess. If you know that most of the people are not Tamil there but still you start the conversation in Tamil... See others faces and then show as if you now realized that they don’t understand a damn thing... You are the most disgusting creature ever who set foot on this planet called earth!! Sonuvabitch!!! The only word I could utter to stop puking was “Yengappa mooriyalle”!!!!!
Now understand it you crap!!!

Hey people... if this piece of shit hurts you... Sorry... but I mean it!! And yes... This is not me but Holden Caulfield who is writing this!!! Sonuvabitch!!!

I have seen ..

2006-04-26T08:50:00.000-07:00

I have seen hope..
dying and rising again as the phoenix
flowing in the veins with blood
and shining from the eyes.

I have seen desperation..
entering in the head
fighting with conscience
and begging to die...

I have seen sympathy..
coming from all around
making you feel debilitated.
without telling why..

I have seen the world..
as an enemy, as a friend.
changing its face with the time
but keeping you alive..

and..

I have seen pride..
keeping its head always high
its meeting with innocence
and melting down through the eyes..

Fake Smile

2006-04-10T06:57:00.000-07:00

Fake Smile

A fake smile
just for a while

For all the planning, all the courage
reward is no more
a fake smile
just for a while

A mechanical process
no feelings
no emotions
lasts only till I keep looking in your eyes!!

Not completely useless though
atleast gives some hope
to turn the artificiality
into the humanity

But very infectious
now you'll also get
a fake smile
just for a while..

Tagged , for perfect lover....

2006-03-26T21:58:00.000-08:00

Thnx psycho,bhau and avi for tagging me!!

You people must know how difficult it is to write 8 qualities of the perfect lover!!!
and more difficult is to tag 8 more ppl!!!( so leaving this part :D )
I am trying it in my own way.. well!! I am not a strict follower of rules ( sorry :P)

1) I want her to love me
more than anything,
coz i cant live without it,
so pals, pray!!

2) I want her to play
pranks with me
and to let me take revenge
in my own way!!

3) I want a beautiful smile
which gives me a reason
to live and to love her
for one more day!!!

4) I want to listen to her
all my life
and I want her to listen
even if I don't have
anything to say!!

5) I want her to be understanding
coz in this complex world,
the emotions are also
getting complex
day by day!!!

6) One more thing is important
for me, and that's my family,
so she must respect them
come whatever may!!

7) I want her to believe me
and believe in me,so that
she can forget the world
and on my shoulders
she can lay!!!

8) I want her to know that
I am a possesive man
but still she is free
to do what she wants
and to walk away!!!

Aankhon Dekhi

2006-03-17T00:18:00.000-08:00

Most of us spend all of our lives running after our goals, motives... money, power or anything. We don't even notice what is happening around us and how others are living their lives.

It was a small village near Ranchi where I was moved by this incident. That year farmers were eagerly waiting for the rain. But, Monsoon was playing tricks.

The Mukhiya of that village, his family and some people were sitting outside his hut, looking at the sky with hope and were frustrated with the games nature plays.

Suddenly his son came from the fields running and shouting... Dad!! rain is coming!! I can smell it!! He said it with much conviction. Mukhiya smiled at his son as if he believed him. A thunder followed and everybody looked at the sky again!! Mukhiya's elder daughter asked if it would really rain. Mukhiya looked in her eyes and replied in affirmative, and her eyes started shining with hope. But again, Nature played its trick. No rain!!

After half an hour, suddenly sky became very dark and eyes more hopeful. The younger daughter of Mukhiya became ecstatic when a tiny drop of water fell on her little palms. She started dancing and showing it to everyone present there as if she held a trophy. And after that even nature could not remain cruel. Here came the heavy rains. It became difficult to distinguish between the rains and the tears of happiness. Mukhiya's son was telling people “look, didn’t I say?" Mukhiya was shouting “Come on everyone!!! Let’s celebrate!! Bad times are gone!!” Everyone was so happy. This year Mother Nature did listen to them. The smiles on every face were worth a million dollars!!

Mukhiya ordered everyone to enter in the hut to avoid getting wet. And everybody followed, except the younger girl whom nobody noticed, was still dancing in the rain...with her trophy!!!!!

( With thanks to the article in Times of India )

A Real short story...

2006-02-24T05:06:00.000-08:00

This is a true story.

From my last two posts you people must have understood the fact that I am a true Revolutionist and I just can't tolerate any kind of injustice in the society.

My craziness to change this society took me to a remote village in Jharkhand, where tribal people live. Their society is so unfair to the weaker sections.. I just couldn't tolerate it (thanks to the revolutionist inside me!!!) All of them were silly, but their head (kabile ka sardar in typical bollywood style) was always calm. Whenever I used to get frustrated and angry with their customs, i would go to him straight and would start telling very very rash words. I could see the uneasiness on his face... Sometimes he warned me too for dire consequences, but you know when going gets tough, the tough (me :P ) gets going!! However, I must appreciate the fact that he remained almost always very calm and never got angry.

It was almost a year. One day I again got infuriated and was extremely angry. I went to the head and started as usual. He was again very calm, and said may be I need a herbal drink. Herbal drink and me!!!! Never!! I don’t believe in these medicines... He said it would make me calm... And I drank... (Not because I believed him but because its taste was real good :P). After drinking I slept for how many days I don’t know!!

I woke up and decided enough was enough and I should return my sweet home...In my way back, I noticed that the herb was magnificent. I could understand what animals and even trees were saying!! That was awesome!!!

I heard birds singing...

“Once upon a time...
We had a rascal passing by
Who had a mouthorgan
The source of our headache
And never sounded fine"

I smiled “well I am back!!!""
When I reached my home, I found trees talking in my garden.

“Once upon a time
We had a goodfella
Who gave us life
Who used to water us daily
And loved us a lot
Like his child"

I smiled “well I am back!!!"
After reaching home, I thought lets take a bath. After seeing the mirror in my bathroom I couldn't stop saying

“Once upon a time
I used to see a person in this mirror
Posing and smiling
Who used to think of himself
A real lady-killer!!!”

Somebody laughed aloud and said “well dear! You are back!!!"

Men after the Man(Mohan)

2006-02-22T22:38:00.000-08:00

Well ....I am back!!!. And again with some heavy duty stuff..Sorry folks. This is the way I am. But promise you that I will bring some variety in my next post. So Let me start..

At the moment people are just trying to find illogical reasons to blame our modest prime minister.Everybody seems to be after him. Here I am talking about their fresh attack on him because of the muslim headcount process initiated by him in the army. It was just a simple harmless process, but people had turned it into a communal issue. And one particular political party shouting like hell is doing the same kind of consensus for the police in one of its ruled states.!!

Some Muslim leaders also seized the opportunity to say that the army should contain the same ratio of muslims as the country has. what the ....!! Ofcourse religion should be the last criteria for the selection process in indian army and since the illiteration is way more in muslims its very obvious that their number would be smaller than their counterparts in other communities.

Lets discuss some interesting logic given by the people.

Most people think that it can have a harmful effect on the secular nature of our armed forces. How?? Don't governments keep doing it for other purposes also ???( not only in india but even in developed countries !!). Remember the results of the "census of india" which takes place every decade?? When it showed the mismatch between the population growth of muslims with that of other communities.Nobody questioned the motive..at that time wasn't it harmful for the secular nature of this country?? All just started criticizing the muslim community for backwardness..(not only theirs but also the country's ..)

you may argue that case of armed forces are different. I disagree.. if something is not good for armed forces, it is equally bad for the country too.

One leading newspaper published an article saying that on the same logic there can be a headcount statewise also, then district wise and hence there is no end of it.
I put my case. which state do i belong to?? By origin i am a Rajasthani.My parents live in Bihar at the moment and i m living in West bengal for the last 5 years and most probably i would live my rest of life in Karnataka or Maharashtra or dont know where. Does it make any sense to do the counting areawise?? Well.. if someone changes his religion as frequently i changed the place.. then its different matter altogether.

There is no end to this discussion.Every other newspaper coloumnist is making the matter worse by discussing it (including me!!!!).Thanx to the limited number of people who read my blog..I can say i am not equally responsible for the bad work :P.

One question still remains unanswered..Why do we need such consensus?? I leave it to you guys to think about it.. isn't it very obvious???

Aaj ki tajaa khabar

2006-02-17T20:55:00.000-08:00

Howrah sub-inspector Argha Chakraborthy was suspended on Thursday for allegedly harassing a "woman advocate" ( funny huh ) and trying to lure her into prostitution. ( batao :)) )
According to a sting operation by a tv channel ( phir aa gaye ye gareebon ke masiha), Chakraborthy allegedly harried Gargi Biswas, a Dum Dum resident, for over 9 months saying he would get "clients" for her. Worse still, he did this knowing well she was a practising advocate of calcutta high court.

I have been living in a utopian world since my childhood. So there are certain things which I am unable to comprehend..

a) What kind of advocate the girl was if she was being harassed by the sub-inspector for nine months..aam aadmi court kachahri ke chakkar se darte hain.. but she was practising in calcutta high court..if she cant defend herself what about the millions of ordinary indians??

b) How come the Sub-inspector was so fearless.. If he treats an advocate in this manner.. there must be at least 100 girls thrown in prostitution by him..

c) And finally these tv channels.. I think they are interrupting too much.. May be in this case we can appreciate the fact that they helped the girl.. but i feel that this is setting a bad example.
This can lead us to a world where unless these people come, we wont get justice.. how??

I would like to compare it with the working of NGOs. To emprove the financial condition of these NGOs some filmstars, sportstars, youthicons started doing shows and requesting people to contribute to them. Now, we must agree, all of us tend to give money to only those NGOs who can hire ( or persuade euphemistically ) these big stars. ( i doubt anyone who is reading this blog has ever donated though )

I fear same can happen to the ordinary citizen of this country.( or why this country?? this is true for even developed countries. )

I am keeping my fingers crossed. what about you??