Knock Knock to LIFE...!

This might be a new beginning. Feeling very enthusiastic, as if I wont. People who knows me well would understand, I am overwhelmed with enthusiasm in the most petty achievements of my life. Yet this time I have proper reasons to feel galore. I got the opportunity i was looking for. Now i'll get to jump into the the river and see how well do i swim. I don't know whether or not i will be able to keep upto the expectations of my family, and most importantly myself. I have set my goals on very high altitude, n aspire to climb the height with the fastest pace possible. But knowing the very predictable me, i wonder whether i can endure the hardships of the life that might come along.

Life does not knock your door every time with opportunity and bible says one must exploit it to the utmost level once it appears. But the salient truth remains, that if you are to exploit then hardship is imminent. I hope to be successful, i want to succeed. Lets see how well i perform in this examination.

P.S: If i don't , i shall come back very soon with another blogpost justifying every bit to prove that although i took the decision it wasn't my mistake. So guys if you don't want to endure with another mind boggling blogpost. please pray foe my success and wish me luck. I seriously needed, specially now when i am standing on the threshold of the path that would lead me to the life that i want.

Blog to your preference..!

Wow.. very recently i came across somebody telling me...why do you blog? its no different from maintaining a log for your daily schedules. Hmmm... we blog what we feel, but it cant be relegated to a position synonymous to maintaining daily records in logs. They indeed sound similar, the only exception being a simple "b". Well i would like to believe that blog is like a creative expression of once feeling. When served with a tinge of intellect, a blog could create major havoc in the field of modern literature. Many might take this as an overstatement, but it isn't. One should follow blog like @mind you read. The very notion of blogs being mere expression of common or regular doses of emotion would cease to exist.

Blogs are a forum to not only express yourself but also to voice your opinion and let others know about it. Blogs helps to make your opinions really matter. It is not possible to make our voice to reach upto different media always. The exposure to the same is lacked by most if not all. Blogs give people an opportunity to let know how one feels about particular matter or what could be the reaction in different situations. In simple words it helps you to reach out to masses which earlier seemed impossible.

There are innumerable benefits that are served and fulfilled by the blogs. If i have to count the benefits of blogging..then the length of this blog would surpass the normal measurement of the decent length. So when you shall be further encountered with any such questions simple remember that people who criticise blogging to be a mere wastage of time ask them to construct a sentence expressing their opinions without committing any grammatical errors. Probably this could help them shut their trap.

What a Day.....!!!!

Oh.. it was indeed a tiring day.. both mentally and physically...(guys please dont intend any puns). Appearing for a 5 hour long eligibility examination can actually very effectively stir the hell out of you. But at the end of the day, when i sat back, and gave myself the very own, sweet little precious introspective session, i thought the day wasn't that bad actually. Exams went well, although qualifying through it is a big question mark, yet its always good to realise that it was the best you could do. Satisfying, very normal it may sound, a very general term indeed, yet in no respect it is submissive. Believe me guys, this could be either treated as an overstatement or an out pour of a very tiresome mind. No one can expect this coming from a girl who appeared for an eligibility test on sunday, came back home with a not so enduring share of cold coupled with cough and soar throat, and what awaited for her back in home was the most unexpected of all. Dreadful could be the appropriate vocabulary to describe the sight. The Mummy Returns...! Yet today, inspite of not so special events unfolding one after another, i feel good.

It may sound highly literacious if i say that a surge of energy and encouragement from an unknown source seem to fill me up. Very unusually i broke away from my daily dose of afternoon nap, my tiny horns popping up again and myself in a good mood to listening to some decent music. I believe its the sight of the Mummy/ Medusa that reinforced me with the lost energy. I strive for the look of despair that appears in her face with my every success. I love to see her mourn when her bad omen fails to come true. Today the hunger is revived. I know i will have to wait a little longer to see that super looser look in her face , but as they say...sabar ka phal meetha hota hai.

P.S : M done as of now, cos if yu gotta kick d fuckin ass of Medusa, u gotta get ur ass down to work. So herein i end as my P.R. notes awaits for me.

o mere sapno k saudagar...!

A mind bespattered with the stains of tension for an unpredictable future. Hands aching because of the disdainful exam spree. Soul trying to fly off to some distant utopia. And yes here i am, very successfully landed to the city of loosers. Being a girl of..........ok lets not get into that, and dreaming about a perfect date if not a dreamboy, actually very successfully places you in the category of loosers. Yet it really doesn't bother that much to me which could successfully hinder my sweet mushy dreams to occur. Generally a wety weather like this would serve as an appropriate parameter to set my mood in the off mode, more so when it is coupled with the apprehensions related to the forthcoming dread termed as exams. Yet today is different, somehow the rain has played its trick on me too. The spell is well casted.

Well, i like to believe that i am unique. With different set of goals and aspirations i take a wholesome pride in distinguishing myself from my peers, if not at least place myself with a statute to look down on others. But my intrinsic value is still the same. My tiny horns pop up to see others perform better than me, i completely dislike when i dont get my due share of enjoyment whereas others do, and most importantly...yes even i have my dream boy..although he found his survival in my dreams only, yet there are days when i wish some fairy mother or God sent angel to appear in front of me, and turn him into reality by the spell of her magic wand.

A simple dream, no different from those nurtured by many girls. A man of my dreams, perfect gentleman, responsible, good looking, well built (oh yes! a good physique is of utmost necessity).A man who would have the passion as well as humour, pride as well as innocence,moolah and humility. Rare combination although but as they say, heart is above all reasoning.Melodramatic it may sound, yet the feelings are very true. I often think of some guy stepping down from his Mercedes Benz.. managing himself to get just about a glimpse of mine, and then mesmerized with my simplicity (talking about beauty would be an overstatement, i like to believe myself to be very modest) he falls head over heels. He would make every effort to win my love, fight almost every menial & virtual battle for me, and then take his victory lap showing off his victory trophy to the whole world (thats gotta be me ofcourse). He would take me away to some distant dreamland and then.................... well censored.... lets say we would live a perfect life happily ever after.

Now that i have successfully managed myself a good oppurtunity for mobilising ample teases, and criticisms, i feel it is the correct juncture to end my blog with.

Bitchy Me...!

Today when i woke up in the morning every thing was just the same. Complete imperfectness was stretching its arm after waking up from the slumber along with me. Mom woke up just a few minutes later followed by the other members of my house. Thus it was the very regular connotation that my Sundays were no different from the rest of the days of the week. Nothing inspiring at all. So i pulled up my socks and took up the herculean task of cheering myself up all upon my own shoulders, which has by now effectively become akin to shoulder weights, this time alone it was different. My every effort for today was directed towards making myself happy. Waking up each morning with the feel of "My life Sucks", has become a common phenomena of my life. So i hooted for spicing up my life a little. This phenomena is here to stay for sometime now, i understand. But as the saying goes - the night becomes darkest when the dawn is just about to break. Hence contesting this phase is like a challenge, and i took up the challenge quite spiritedly. If happiness doesn't come knocking , then devising your own harmless little methods to reach to it is never an evil.

I started hunting for ways to cheer myself up, since nobody else would bother a little to make me smile. I almost came on the verge of putting up an agenda for the day. To start with a very healthy and tasty cup of tea made by mom - minus her scorns, followed by a sweet little rendezvous with "friends"- a perfect antidote to my mood swings. What followed next was very unworthy of any mentions, thereafter a debutant parameter to my "feel good list" - The diary of single girl, emerged successfully and kept me wondering how would it feel to see a 6' 3" - well build pilot hunk sans clothes. Gosh this indeed brought a croocked smile on my face. Thus the bitch in me popped out a little and here i was, geared enough to pamper myself and manage a little dose of bitchy session for myself. Bitching once in a while can be real stress buster. More so when you are present in the session yet you remain a dormant member.

So here i was ready to hit the road. Manicure... CHECK, Pedicure...CHECK, Homemade Facepack.....CHECK, Refreshing Bath...DOUBLE CHECK. Partying with friends seemed a distant mirage with my exams just a week away. So i resorted to oiling my tiny-mini horns (peeking just about to stay invisible) with my relatives instead. Parents always like it when out of blue moon you accompany them to their relatives, exams become no more a concern then. After all i was fulfilling family duty.

As of now i feel reloaded with confidence. Freshly energized I did peek a little to my yet to complete syllabus, and having completed scanning through my computer notes successfully, i feel that its just a matter of days that the key to the outer world will be in my hands. I need this energy to last at least for few days , thus the bitch session is of utmost importance. So people i bid adieu , so that i can dress myself up for the much needed session. Will keep posting the developments of this journey called life. (Sounding cliche at the end can help mobilize few accolades ;-) ..)

J'ai un Question - I have a question

With exams almost pulling a knock-knock game on my doors, my mind seem to meander in the meadows of some unknown leisurely world. No please, do not mistake me to have voluntarily submitted to any new course of infatuations (which modestly i had just a handful to experience) , instead its a phase when your mind ends up into an acute discomfort zone, losing all its connection with your heart. Whether it is due to the overdose of prolonged 'duty fulfilling spree', or just a need of break from the daily schedule, i know not. But one thing that remains undeniable is that it has chosen to itself the worst time possible. I have almost attained an undesirable immunity to the pragmatic philosophies of life.

So this indeed is the status quo of my life. Very sad state of affairs. Waking up every morning at 7, religiously watching the telecasts of 'friends' , and then pull up my socks and get ready to deliver sermons to the students. My life is caught amidst all sorts unpleasing activities. Trust me getting relegated to machine from human does not always feel quite nice. To add to my woes heat plays a its role very effectively than ever, the scrorching sun seems to suck out all my stored energy just like it is shown in a famous advertisement. Health Drinks cant be a solution to this. Occasional jaunts to facebook and twitter are refreshing, but the refreshment also starts to stink once the anxieties of future makes its foray.

The sting of reality just bit me. I have to complete my syllabus. Hence, just like most of my pleasure time ends abruptly so does this blog. What do I do?????

What A Life..!

Welcome to my world. A world full of uncertainties. Its eternally screwed with no outlets available to direct my blame upon. Neither is there any certainty pertaining to my future, nor are there any promising connotation by my super luck for a well established career. Still considering myself as one of the most jubilant contestants of rat race....I prefer running (destination decided..but outcome least comprehendable). So this is the sad state of affairs of a average looking smart and attractive girl standing at the threshold of silver jubilee completion.

Standing on the apex peak of frustations there are not even a moderate amount of literarily inspired vocabolarical stock that could enable me to appoint (for the least) an intellectual note to my outcries of unfulfillment. When i look back......... Oh great! There is nothing to look back upon also...! Me, myself and My life could be the forerunners to the sequel of Kora Kagaaz. I am almost relegated to the status of any Ekta Kapoor lead. I should barter the contents of my wardrobe with almost anything coloured white (do i need to mention... think about it in every way possible). There are even meagre possibilities to make a heap of my failures and achievements. Reason why? Failure... well i didn't had many (thank God to that), and Successes... they are in such quantities that i dont even dread in my darest dream to barter them (Pagal kutte ne nahin kata mujhe.... o please thats not a reason to condole me for). So the end question remains....what good have i done with my life..? Nothing ...more than a quarter of it already spend (presuming a lifetime of 80 yrs atleast), all that i have done throughout these years spells the following:-

A D J U S M E N T S...

Yes.. thats all. Trust me guys its the most boring and monotonous thing to do. Yet like many girls of my age, belonging from a mediocre household, all i did was just adjusting myself to the changing conditions of my life. There lies the hitch...i dont want to fall in the categories of Sati Savitris... almost getting myself prepared to crack the entrance for qualifying as maaraige material with distinction marks. So what do i need to do???? ... Run Away..? Noooooo.....way....!! Now after successfully proving myself as the godchild of frustations, i religiously prohibit any chances of being tagged as looser. I want to fight ...I will Fight...! Although this would not be easy, yet i never asked for getting the easier way out. Today the cascade of my emotions are getting poured into this page... tomorrow i would like the same to sustain...with just one little difference. Within a span of a year or two i would want people to read me boasting about my achievements not cribbing for what i couldn't do. Want to achieve something colourful.. so that when i look back atleast i dont see white. Thats it..!



Guys...stop hunting for for ...coz i already expressed what i had to... now one just needs to WAIT n WATCH..!

Life Flavoured Swirl...!

Its been long since I last wrote any blog. Previously I complained about sitting in the stuffy cafes for writing ...and now when I am out of this problem, I crib about writing any thing at all. Well no way I shall own up to this as my fault. Off late there is so much happening around that it is almost swindling to focus your mind on something specific. A multitude of emotions ebbing within myself, as well as to complement the ruckus of it all, contributes the ever evolving society. So many changes taking place in my life and things surrounding it, that most often it is even hard to access the connotation of it all.

Its mind boggling to find yourself amidst such swirls of life. Swirls......did I just mention it? Swirls reminds me of the tasty ice cream coupled with mouth watering fruit sauce, wafer crumbles, fruit shreds or my favourite..choco chips. Well "philosophy" of life would ask me to get confused among such wide variety of flavours....but no... my problems seems spookier, because amidst these sweet relaxations to my taste buds houses the most distinct flavour of it all. "BITTER". Bitterness seems to persist eternally... Swirls indeed made their foray in my life, but with innovative taste of bitterness. They seem to enjoy titillating my taste buds so much, that they are very reluctant in vacating my small little biological possession....TONGUE... yes yes,,,,I sense your thoughts. This biological possession of mine has always attracted the bitter tastes of life like nothing better at all (my connotations are direct enough, no need of thinking or visualizing puns ...!).

Talking about , the other flavours..they indeed have found existence in my life. But Hullo...! They exist "literally". Fruity moments... in shreds, flavoured wafery crisp moments... in crumbles, and my favourite - chocolaty ones...oh you need a microscopic technology in locating it. Chocolate signifies romance; I indeed had my share of it but in "chips".

One might think that I am a forerunner to experiencing the middle age crisis even before reaching the threshold of it. But the fact remains, I have the knack of accepting truth in a unique style. The blog is indeed a true representation of my perspectives (look i can even get majorly cheesy). Uff... the problem in life increases in manifolds when one has experienced the flavours , but in bits and pieces. I being one of the precursors to such idealistic phrase of life, the desire of achieving it all has managed themselves a permanent placement in my life.

OHHHH....WELL.... this reminds me the tastes and also the "test". Since now i feel more comfy after successfully having vomited out my mixed bags of emotion (cheesily of course), I must run to surpass the rat race..!

Note:- If you guys feel that i have not produced an appropriate conclusion for my blabbering of emotions... let it be so... Cause I don’t want an abrupt end to it all. Lot remains to be read and seen (not literally...puns intended whole heartedly). Until then lets thrive for better tastes and implementation of the same.

STRANGE LOVE....!

Lady Love: Oh......How pink does this world seem....! Oooooo......Just See what beauty does the garbage van beholds..! My life suddenly got so vibrant, melancholy no longer seem to persist the only existence is of mushy Akon numbers. ohhhh.....colours...i see colours everywhere.........


CUPID: BAAABES.......Dis is Aakashvani......You are smitten by my arrow of love......henceforth you become the rightful heiress to the blessed blind hood....A blindhood that beholds the colours of camouflage..


Lady Love: Oh....Ohh....you mean i am in love....?


CUPID: Yea baby.......the cupid says TATHASTUUUUU..............


WHAATTT......NOOO......dont give me that look.....i aint mad.....Come on you think that I am one of those bicharis who once being hit by the Cupid's arrow..now regrets her decision of embracing the most divine feeling on earth.

OH.....pull a break....cause am a SUPERWOMAN....m immune to pain......

okkkk.......I am not gonna give such mushy , artistically woven answers. Yes I have had my share of fun.

Cynical i might sound....Well in that case I Aint an artist , hence expressing my emotions through caricature is a forbidden task in for me. So folks let me resort to the expression of cynicism.

But well don't worry....cause neither am i interested in ascending the undisputed throne of LOVE GURU.Its just that my hand has a knack of feeling itchy whenever i get overloaded with emotions.

And if incase you want to direct your blame towards somebody then let the 20th century LOVE BIRDs be the worthy receivers.

NOTE: ME SAY'S: LOVEBIRDS as species shares similar immune system like that of Cockroaches. They have successfully survived all the turmoils since the ADAM & EVE era.....just like cockroaches survived since the age of dinosaurs.

OKK.....Thats enough now stop making faces at me....

Well this aint a TUTE HUYE DIL KI DAHAR. Since the ancient age , the homosaphiens have time and again fallen prey to this emotion called love....a mistake that they repeat over and over again....yet there isn't any sign of them of learning a lesson. LOVEBIRDS need some serious medication in order to revive themselves from this acute condition of illness...

CUPID SAYS: Let Love be the sacred of all emotions and not relegate it down to a stage of mere addiction. Let LOVE be life but let LIFE be love. Love is the worthiest ornamentation of life. Let Life not be an ornament to Love.

ME SAY's: Follow Cupid's words closely folks.....Love is not be fallen for..its a reason to rise. If love isn't successful enough, if it hurts, or even worse if it does'nt leave you with a reason to console yourself later for.............DUDE get Vindictive......Pull up your Socks, Strike the tune so hard that the fucking eardrums burst...WELL calm down u dont need to go out on a hunt again...its just a matter of proving your worth to the world.

STATUTORY WARNING

The Above written content is intended to be an expression of sarcasm. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is completely intentional.

Strength Of Women...!

When was the last time we saw women voice thunder the House Of Commons? Wherein the interest of masses would not only be heard, but also fought for by the women power. A scene which not quite long ago would be treated as a distant halucination, the fact that it was treated THE way would soon turn reminiscent. What we can call the Green Revolution for the Women is all set to be achieved with the initiation of Mrs. Sonia Gandhi.Women Reservation Bill is all set to create History for women. If the Bill emerges victorious, than this period could well be treated as a period that brought was tabout renaissance-a new begining, for the Indian Women.

The days are long gone when our interests were supressed, when people did'nt consider women worthy enough to represent the Will of delicate political,social, or economic issues. With the Women Reservation Bill coming all the way the political sectrum of India is all set to shake off all its pre-established taboos and prejudices against Women representation. The aspirations of women has emerged stronger than ever and now it stands almost impossible to marr or subdue the spirit of women any longer.

Lets cheer for it girls.....since, long gone are those days when men possing their deliberate display of 'satta' would be compared to Che Guevera, whereas the women would narrow down to be an item of ridicule. My words are obvious cliche sounding but my emotions after this breakthrough is too overwhelming to be hidden.

Obstacles are imminent. The demonstrations of remonstrance were inevitable. As expected the great men in power displayed strong protests against the Bill. Thanks to the conviction of Mrs. Gandhi that the Bill accorded itself with the initial success in Rajya Sabha. What took Me by surprise was that how could a WomAn in power was incapable of keeping aside her ambitions and look towards the betterment of the clan. Alas, the few Women who are in power are not rightfully exploited most often. Either they are sbjected to playing the role of pawn in the hands of men in power, who use then the way they wants or they are incompetent for the post and what they can only think about is securing their position or votebank.

So ladies its the time to buck up...! We have ways to go and milestones to achieve. Often titled as homemakers, now the time has arrived when we would rightfully take the charge of our country in our own hands. Our competence can no longer be restricted to Home Management. Pursuing political science in course would now be more than just being an educational options for non-a grade holders. It would metamorphos into being a serious career decision. I see new arenas being opened for us. We now stand in the threshold of success.

ITS MY LIFE...!

I heard it somewhere......"Life is a Bitch so F@#K it hard." The terminology might be a little derogatory but who said that the truth wont taste bitter? It wont be a breakin news if i say that life has been so unpredictable, so unadjusting & so unjustified. Life has always been such, and if you haven't yet tasted your share of pie, well....then i have but a small piece of advice for you......
..........GET A LIFE MAN>>>!

I often fall short of words when i try to define life. Well i know that nobody is asking me the lousy question.......SO neways Life is just life......nd it is worth living ......but not the way it comes. Life is just like the speed racing games we have in our cell phones.....and check it out in the bottom of the LCD. Yes it is the small jet that appears in there. The more hurdles you overcome, the more it increases in its speed & the obstacles simply doubles itself. The joy of having been able to beat up the speed is always very overwhelming. Nothing is more enthralling than the tag of YOU WIN flashing up on the display. THIS IS WHAT I CALL IS LIFE. It is always challenging.

LIFE is bloddy too precious to sacrifice it for whatever comes in its way. Rather one must live life King Size. Years pass in a flash of light. We become old before we even realise. The we havi with us is very little, So just lets get our ARSE DOWN to work, to enjoy, to accomplish and TO LIVE. There is so much in the world toi know, to ;learn to visit but the time is really an ass.....! Just not or rather never enough.

So as the saying goes folks.......WOrk hard & party even harder. Well i read a piece which should be the motto for every life....and it goes like this......."Shoot for the moon and if you mis, you'll still be among thr stars" SO guys time to get our targets fixed.

MUSIC MANTRA

Their soulful melody is breathtaking. The music they play is so that the nostalgia remains with one for days after witnessing their performance. Such is the magic of ALI KHAN Brothers, the spell of which lingers long after the moment actually occures.

It was after years that I recurperated faith into the practise of paying "Anjali" on Saraswati Puja without the slightest idea of that the homage would bless me with the oppurtunity to witness the most Spiritual Saraswati Vandana ever.
Amaan & Ayaan Ali Khan are not only the fortunate heirs of their musical inheritence, but what they did inherit from their blessed Family is their dedication to the instrument they play.

It was in the chilly evening of Saraswati Puja that i went to attend the 150th anninersary celebration of the Xavier's , accompanied with my best buddy. Knowing very well that i was about to watch the KHAN brothers perform live, the mercury levels of my excitement & epectations were decently high.

The fiery performance started with the musical duo playing Twilight from their most celbrated music album REINCARNATION, and later the evening was followed by a malange of music & rythm.

The rythm they played was truely divine. The Duo with their deadly combination of Music & Style were an amazing crowd puller. They are the true representations of the Indian Youth Icon, but not with a Guitar hung aropund them, instead tehy display the glory of Indian culture with modernisation. For the Dude with the Sarod wisdom lies or rather lives in the music they play.

VAMPIRE CHARMING

She led an ordinary life, a life no different from most of her peers. A life that encompassed usual parameters of family and career. Weary of the turmoils ( an ample share of which she experienced), she, ended up in the struggle for survival. Struggle to emerge victorious out of the wearies of life. Her life overshadowed by the truth and practicality, lost somewhere the address to the Utopia she'd built around herself. The reality, which was her present, subsided the urge she nourished of someday living in the Utopia.

The whip of reality indeed made her love the life even more. Afresh ith the wisdom of a conqueror, she lost her innocent dreams. It was untill one day when she came across "him" that she rediscovered her long lost dreams. The broken hopes and bespattered desires which lay underneath the debris of her dreams were unearthed.

"Silly", "Idiot", and many such adjectives would be directed towards her, for what she unearthed was the Mirage of her dreams of Love. She came across her Prince of Utopia at the most glorious time of the day....The Twilight. The time when the sun shines in its most magnificient aura. His beauty was magnificient. A prince indeed he was, but was not a human embody. When he exposed his bare body in the Sun, She came across the most wonderful phenomena she could ever witness.

It was done..she was struck by the unimagineable....and hit by cupid.....in the strangest of way that can ever happen.


Hey guys....enough ...its done..! Well lets not be sarcastic, but Edward Cullen is worth all such stupidity. Come'on dude....which gal wont get awestruck by his appeal. Guys its real boo-boo to deny the silly quoient that is present among all us. I m no different from the species family i belong to. And what better option of spilling out the "out of the world" dreams i endear than VAMPIRE CHARMING. We grew up hearing the fairy tales of some Prince charming.....enough.....what d f@$k man!....who said that prince can only posses such enchanting, mersmerising beauty..! This time we got something really hot and unusual served for us.....indeed it seems dam delicious..! But hard luck we are no " Bellas" to manage a quick "Bite"...! So all we can do is to WATCH...wid our tongues hanging out...! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......! Gals always long for Bad Guys being good to us.

"PAA"-RA_RUM_PUM...!

The most unique form of relationship that is shared among the mortals is the parent-child relationship.The relation no matter how much is spoken, read, seen or written about, there seem to be some manifestation of the form that is still left untouched.

Recently i caught on to A.B.Corps' "Paa", and what effected me more than the film making or excellent performances from the cast and crew of the film was the depiction of parenthood and its versions in varient. The relationships potrayed in the celluloid were although distinct but shared the similarity of bonding and emotional strength.

As i steped inside the hall, i was quite sure about shedding tears during the climax, sighting the subject of the film and my previous experience while wathching the well appreciated "Taare Zameen Par", but what i actually went through the course of the film was absolutely unbelieveable. I learnt that parental support is not only necessary for taking the most unlikely decission of ones life but also for making the most dangerous and unexpected choices. The survival through the turbulent junctures of the life becomes so very easier with your parent standing right beside you.

The expression of "Do you want the child or not?" by the charecter of Vidya's mother or Auro's "Bum" laid the foundation of the unimagineable to follow. Where as Vidya's unconditional love and support to her Progeria inflicted son Auro, who inspite of being made aware of his uncurable disease and the ultimatum to follow, led a very normal and happy enough to be envious social life.Vidya not only gave Auro the freedom to live his short life the way he wants but her strength and support gave him the exuberence to enjoy every moment of his life to the fullest and thereafter to embrace his death in the most lively way. The strength abstated him from succumbing to the moments of embarrasement, which he barely had any, and the fear of his decreasing lifetime.

Auro was indeed special...............but what made him more special was his mother......VIDYA. The lucky one .....i envy him.

The Dying Legacy....!

The Indian youth today aspires to build up their careers in corporate sector or big business houses. All they urge for is a secure career that could earn them respect, recognition and ofcourse moolahhh.... all the parameters that is needed for the upliftment of their social integrity.While considering our career prospects how many of us....the Indian youth...look forward joining Indian Armed force? With the legacy of selfless impeccable service to nation behind, the Indian Armed forces are left today with enormous shortages of officers. Indian Army presently is facing a shortage of 11,200 officers, the situation is almost the same for India Air force and Navy. Once considered as most respectful of the professions, Indian Armed Forces are today witnessing disregards from the on the job officers also....who are desparetely looking for premature retirement. There is an uncanny erosion in the respect of in the once considered most respectful of pledges for the country.
Why is Indian Armed Force witnessing such detioration of respect? Is it because of Indian Army losing its invincibility or are there some other reasons attributing this degrdation. The rich tradition is withering away. It is in the verge of dying. Army officers who dedicated more than 20 years of their lives serving the country, the once who followed a dedicated family tradiion, does'nt wants their sons to join the Indian Army.............."If my son said he wanted to join the army, i would have shot him" ....said a retired brigadier. Disenchantment is an emotion nurtured by most of the army officers today.
Well for those joining the army money is obviously not an issue,only if their thirst for respect and integrity was quenched. Today army officers are summonedwhen situation goes beyond what police officers could handle. Army officers are deputed for the security of the Mother Nation..but Indian Army officers mow-a-days find themselves mostly caught up in flood reliefand control programmes and worse their efforts goes UNNOTICED & UNRECOGNISED.
Army is no longer an attractive prospect. Poor Promotional avenues, steep pyramidal structure, zero oppurtunity for lateral induction are reasons attributed. With civilian hierarchy in th administration Indian Army is going today nowhere.....With such blessed uncertainty How many Indian Youth would like to risk thir futures in the army....It is said army officers are only recognised when they die serving the nation. The government dos little for the army officers themselvs ,live alone paying due compensation and rspect to the famly of the martyrs. Bureaucracy is eating up the legacy. Civilian Authority having almost Zero knowledge about the defence thinks themselves higher than defence itself. Army officers with years of experience and service to the nation behind often have to face humiliation once they intend to stand up against such malpractise.
Well poor pay scale revisions and pension facilities are dissapoinments for the army officer. For those who are "trained to die for nation" all they achieve is mere fake promises, and often not even that. Recently retirede army officers returned their medals achieved during their terms of services to the President Mrs. Pratibha Patil. This was a gallant show protest against their demands of One Rank One Pay not being granted. But the Protest that saw thousands of Army officers and their families on street failed to trigger the concious of the government.
Well all i could do is to write a blog regarding the pittiful condition of the Indian Armed Force........I am suppossed to express my views through this blog....all i have is disgust....as a youth of India I dont know what can be done in such sorry state of affairs.....all i want is to spread awareness about the issue...so that from the next time we crack any criticism about the army and army officers we think over and over again of the onditions in which they serve us....yes we sleep soundly at our homes only because they stay awake in some distant frontiers.....!

KOLKATA>>>>>STATUE......!

The city of joy almost came to a halt on thursday afternoon with hordes of Trinamool Congress supporters choking the important streets of the city even the Howrah bridge as a display of protest against High Court's decision to grant bail to the Tapasi Malik case accuseds, Suhrid datta & Debu Malik.
Well the "Chakka jam" attributed allround unrest in regular civic life of the city. With causing delays in 15 flights, Trinamool claim themselves to be resposible enough to effectively undertake the state's governance. Well friends let us site their act of responsibility. The blockades were to last ten minutes, instead it continued for almost an hour triggering massive congestions in the major centres of the city like...Girish Park, Manicktala, Amherst street, Park CIrcus, Park Street, Gariahat and so on. Major hospital location like R.G.Kar saw terrible jam as well.
The question pondering over my mind now is that, tis true that the accused of the Tapasi Malik case deserves punishment but why in the heaven are the thousands of innocent Kolkatans are compelled to succumb to such maltreatment? How are their suffering vialble enough to fetch punishments for the concerned accusseds? Think of the hundreds of commutters who were forced to walk down the Howrah Bridge on Thursday afternoon because of the demonstrations.
Well the Trinamool's protestors were even seen rush towards the buses at BBD Bag. Well ofcourse one can well understand the reason of their rush connoting a well devised instrument to scare the public to get down the buses. Well so can this show be a justified protest against the HC's decision? The Trinamool supporters displayed a threat to the City life on Thursday withthe Kolkata Police standing by as a mere spectator. What punishment can be convincing & justified for such inconvinient displays?
This is'nt something new for people living in Bengal, we are often victimised of such calcavades. Calcavades earlier were resorted for harnesing the benefit of the citizens....who can forgat the famous Gandhi March....But now-a -days street rallies and demonstrations are merely reduced to the sheer display of party powers, and who the sufferers are for this early deterioration...we the commonmen.
How long can we keep calm and accept such irresponsible acts from the various parties operating in the country. Bengal now being known for its political unrests, unnecessary calcavades, deindustrialisation and illegal uprooting of the farmers, rather than its rich heritage of tradition and culture is rather a disgrace brought upon the state by the so called rulling & the opposition parties. Lets see if such jestures can pull some favourable numbers to their concerned vote banks, which ofcourse is their ultimate urge. And ofcourse whether or not HC act according to Trinamool's whims is yet to be unseen. At least if they succeed in their aim then we can console ourselves of having contributed something to the process of fetching Justice for poor Tapasi Malik. God bless her soul....what else can i pray for her whosedeath is even being comoditised to win over publicity to the concerned party.

STAR STRUCK...!

Well friends lets talk about the latest trend culminating this season - The collision of politics and film stars...all set to adorn the responsible positions of MPs. The emergence of bollywood stars in parliament has become rather an endemic. If we site the general elections of 2004 almost seven bollywood stars stood as candidtes either for Bharatiya Janata Party or Congrss. There were twenty nine bollywood actor & actresses who took part in the party campigning. The overwhelming share of glamour in politics is thought as a successful & effective mean of attracting voters. The political parties often strive to recruit bollywood stars for their campaigning purpose to mobilise the largest possible chunk of voters. With every election there seem the urgency to resort to the glamour for the campaigning.
Well politics have a major role to play in determining a country's future developements. It must have a depth & decorum, it is expected that the political leaders would perceive politics beyond the narrow role of a spectacle which is attached to it. It has been seen in past specialy in case of Sohern India the film stars play an importanat role in the region's all round developements. Hence their participation in the politics is much expected and welcomed but the scenario is different when we consider the case of north India. Bollywood stars participating in Politics are rather ignorant. With their blessed ignorance how effectively they could manage the constituencies they are fighting for is rather a big question mark. Most of them are not even familiar with the names of the constituencies leave alone their knowledge of the local language being spoken there of. With such minimal knowledge and zero experience is it at all safe to allow them stand for the elections.
With the popularity and glamour the stars possess its not quite difficult for them to win the elections. But this win emphasis keeping the future of the region at stake. Unavailibilty of them during emergencies, unallocation of funds send for the constituency & absence during parliament sessions are few to mention among the attributes of getting or rather achieving a bollywood star as a MP.
Yestur year actors like Dharmendra, Shatrughan Sinha,Vinod Khanna & Raj Babbar already adorn the parliament. To join the crew are actors like CHICHI and our very own MUNNABHAI. Well chichi's unavailibility during the mumbai emergencies already raised a lot of hue & cry since he stood from one of the constituencies from Mumbai itself. Will Sanjay Dutt be successful to cast his spell in politics is yet to be apprehended. So we can conviniently say that politics has become an effective harbourage for bollywood actors but how well they can fulfil thein obligations of acquiring such responsibility is utmost uncertain.
Being the citizen of the world's largest democracy i must put forth the question that do we deserve to be taken at stake???? The convinience with which the Political parties transfer our country's fate to such ignorant batch must be combated. Stars look good playing their cards on screen, with depressing examples of siting failures of these Filmstars in politics the country must be awaken to the truth and abort the possibility of ressurgence of bollywood stars in Politics.!

The GR8 Indian Fraud...!

The biggest scam ever in the history of Indian economy at Satyam Computer Services took the very interior of corporate India by storm. The promoters of Satyam, led by the company's chairman, B.Ramalinga Raju, are alleged to have siphoned out a huge amount from the firm. To veil the fraud they manipulated company accounts and forged the documents to understate their liabilities. Andhra Pradesh CID even made allegations that the compay had only 40,000 employees against 53,000 it claimed to have. The remaining 13,000 was fake salary account that pocketed about Rs. 20 crores to the chairman and his associates in crime in the fraud over 5 years.
The investigations have lot more to reveal. The Satyam scam was rather an audacious and outrageous one that led the company near collapse.
The Satyam fraud shockingly points out the failure at all levels of governance to prevent the differences occuring between managers and promoters on one side and shareholdersor stakeholders on the other.Governance is meant for the security of the small and marginalshareholders. Their duties constitute to monitor the complicit activities of the pvt. joint stock companies. The ostensive fraud not only went unnoticed by the govt. auditors but was also unnoticed by the firm's auditors. This left a hole of Rs. 7,000 crores in the company accounts over the years.
The Satyam episode is not only an attribute of the individual greedbut also is the result of regulatory dilution and failure. In such a siuation instead of isolating the company steps must be taken to recur its functions and discard the possibilities of any furthe frauds.

India-Pakistan Analogy.

Israeli miitary action against Gaza connote the idea og military actions being preffered as a ntural answer against terrorism.But this anlogy does not apply in case of India & Pakistan. The recent abatement of tension between the two neighbours reassures New Delhi not being in favour to use military actions against her close neighbour. But how long the danger of an outbreak of a conflict can be prevented is a question whose answer lies with Pakistan's possible stands. A second atteck in India after 26/11 by a Pakistan based militant organisation can raise the possibility of an outbreak of a conflict.
The gruesome 26/11 attack on Mumbai wavered the diplomatic class of the international forum. The pressure is mounting on Pakistan to destroy the terrorist outfits like Lashkar-e-Taiba nurtured in the country . India is also all set to take some serious actions against any possible terrorist upheavals in the country in the name of jihaad.
Pakistan's adament stand against handing over India the key terrorists or to destroy the terrorist outfits like Lashkar-e-Taiba who are responsible for repeated terror assaults in India is instigating the later to apply coercive diplomacy against Pakistan. The prevailing situation between the two neighbours will continue to heat up untill the progression of the events between the countries result in something worthwhile that would help tracking down the organisation nurturing terrorism in the name of jihaad.