tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81332235987187569032024-03-13T14:33:00.852-07:00The Quest for unknown..."..Destiny unfolds based on the choices you make...."
This is the journal of my choices and their consequences. Experiences , Thoughts, Rumblings.. all put together that defines my LIFE...Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-21131233249016226122015-02-13T17:53:00.001-08:002015-02-13T18:01:13.500-08:00If Indian media and its the parasites in its eco system were"Secular" and "Progressive Liberals"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If Indian media and its the parasites in its eco system were"Secular" and "Progressive Liberals" -<br />
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1. Media opinion polls and other survey would focus on voters needs and priorities, voting patterns of various financial classes. Parties that are addressing these concerns their speeches, deeds etc.<br />
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2. Would debate and report with sole focus only on candidates profile, promises, credibility and plans for thier individual constituencies.<br />
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Asking parties how many candidates of which community are in fray and going into farce of "representation" or "inclusive of communities".<br />
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3. Would ponder over why politicians make absurd remarks , why audiences lap it up, what is social issue, how this should be condemned and not encouraged with social scientists, other intellectuals avoiding political party spokespersons<br />
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Ex: Lynch bjp leaders (deserved for stupid remarks) meanwhile ignore and mention in passing akbarudding owasi, assaudin owasi etc<br />
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4. Would rally behind the right for a couple to decide number of children they should have, take opinions of genuine women rights activists on how to change the mindset etc<br />
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Ex: Sakshi Maharaj, Sadhvi etc lynched in media. Ignored similar statements by Kerala church rewarding couples to have more kids or muslims leaders opposing birth control.<br />
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5. Journalists pick up development issues concerned for all, see all as citizens of the constituency during polls and questions of future aspirations, basic amenities.<br />
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Ex: During LS 2014, every "journalist" of repute was seen conducting special debates live from muslims bastis trying to set communal agenda when for the first time, politicians were talking of development after disastarous Cong govt performance.<br />
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6. Would wait for courts verdict, police investigation and then conduct objective debates or discussion. Also add to that their own responsible investigative journalism.<br />
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Ex: Modi is biggest example. Media campaigned against him for 12 years relentlessly. Even when court gave clean chit, Nidhi Razdan went on to say she has rights to question Supreme Court decisions.<br />
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Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-70924293725981704112014-12-22T17:35:00.003-08:002014-12-22T17:47:30.055-08:00Why PK is attack on Hindu culture?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You may at this point argue that without watching movie, how can I comment on it. Well, I am aware of the modus operandi of "secular liberal socialist communist" group. Hence I definitely can contemplate the contents of the movie. But before that, please bear with me as in next few lines I would like to lay foundation for my criticism of PK.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When people ask me if I believe in God, I usually ask them to define God. Is it some sky daddy like Abrahamic religions define or some energy or some supreme consciousness or whatever? The reason I ask this is, most often the answer is abrahamic version. With Christianity and Islam dominating the global religious discourse, their definition and view point is the standard lens through which most people see Hindu beliefs or at large pagan beliefs. It is important to understand this because root to all the moral high ground "progressive liberals" take to demean Hindu beliefs and native culture is this abrahamic world view.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Religion" is alien to Hindu culture. The west having no word to denote Sanatana Dharma, added "ism" consolidating certain Hindu beleifs and called it "Hinduism". Like any other "ism" , its a exclusive club of beleivers and non believers are supposed to be added into the club by whatever means. Thats exactly the definition of religion. This defination is contradictory to what Sanatana Dharma preaches - Vasudaiva Kutumbakam.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once we understand the above stated, it will be much more easier to understand why PK is cultural attack. The movie tries to scrutinize Hindu beliefs on the standards of Abrahamic religions. By doing so, it endorses the claim of these religions. The claim is - they are the only true religion and the god of their book the only true god. If this is not attack on Hindu culture then what else is?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">NDTV published on their site 5 punch lines from the movie. One of the punch line that has offended many is "People who fear go to temples". This is again trying to size up Hindu beliefs through Abrahamic lense. Unlike the God of Bible or Allah of Quran, no Hindu "God' ever threatens to smite or to throw us in hell fire for not worshiping him. Hindu society has had many great "Bhakti" movements and there have been great devotees. Hindus go to temple out of devotion voluntarily and not because some sky daddy is threatening them and forcing them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I understand that there is also a reference to Idol worship in the movie. PK seems to suggest that if you can directly talk to god why do you need idols?. Do note that Abrahamic religions considers idolaters are worst sinners. When you ask Hindus not to worship idols, you indirectly telling them they are committing sin. Every Hindu knows that Idols are not gods. They are mere idols and before they can be worshiped, "Pran Prathistan" has to happen. Ganesh pooja and Durga pooja celebrations clearly showcase this aspect. Yet neither the director nor the script writers cared to research this so common practice. But hey, they never intended to research or study, all they wanted to was rhetoric questions based on their ignorance and lack of understanding just to appear "progressive liberals" teaching us "sinners"/"evil doers" how to be civil.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sadhus, Sants and Swamis have been the important custodians of our culture for thousands of years. But Bollywood movies always depict some "godman" as evil doer. This is to put into collective conscious of people that by default "godman" is evil and should never be trusted. Thus making sure these Sadhus, Sants and Swamis lose their importance and credibility. There are numerous ashrams, sadhus, sants and swamis doing great service to people. They run educational institutions, oprhanages and many more services. But all media and "liberal" Bollywood can see is few mad men and project them as "god men".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally, the socialist myth is repeated. Questioning the temple wealth and people donating to temples. Here again, the movie team shows lack of research or knowledge. Temples have always been cultural centers and not mere places of worship for Hindus. Numerous temples even now undertake community services, free food for devotees etc. The socialists believe that wealth redistribution by taking from rich and giving to poor will solve all poverty problems. This is the suggestion given each time a "liberal" talks about temple wealth. Only that they seem to have no answer to what next after that wealth is distributed and used up? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A civilization of at least 3000 years has always provided reformers from with in and not from outside. We dont need people with limited world vision abrahamic faiths to teach us. The Hindu culture and society is perfectly capable of course correction itself as and when required.</span></div>
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Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-4144189902286274032012-12-22T21:19:00.000-08:002012-12-22T21:24:52.321-08:00India Shame - My Take!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">rant more. They hardly allowed the JCP to talk. It is now very well established among aware and sane minds that NGO has become quick buck path. Gurjrat riots </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cottage industry is pioneer in this field. There is no accountability, audit or responsibility. If the unfortunate incident provided </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">opportunity</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> for media to</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">fight among each other for TRP's with numerous debates and endless debates tat attached nothing, it opened way for literally unknown NGOs and NGO activists to </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">claim few seconds of their fame. Its not only the fame, it is also right time to demand more donations and funds for the organization. If all those NGO's </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">fighting for women issues sincerely worked and adhered to their stated goals, we would have lesser women issues. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No, this post is not to rant about what I feel about these ambulance chasers. I dont mind till they stand by the brave women expressing anger and demanding explanation by the government. But I also know that, soon as the new week starts, the mombatti brigade will be back to their normal lives satisfied they have done their bit. The NGO's will go ahead and encash the protest. Media will catch on the next big news. After Ruchika's case and about the honor killing that again outraged Delhi last year, I am confident, this incident will be given silent burial, if not now, but definitely in few days/weeks without achieving anything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My contention is that none are debating or discussing the root causes and how such incidents can be prevented if not eliminated. Just demanding capital punishment will achieve nothing. Already, Shinde has given the statement that they will look into capital punishment for "rarest of rare cases of rape". Rape is a rape, what is rarest of the rare? Rape is the most heinous crime, about terrorism. Terrorists only kill physically. Rapists do much worse. I will not go in detail it makes me lose my sanity. But I stress, capital punishment is not the solution. This issue should have multi fold approach. I will put forth</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. First and foremost, immediate police reforms should be initiated at massive scale. Each state police department should have a separate department with </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">well trained staff in handling sexual assaults or women issues. The staff should be regularly given training about sensitivity of the issues. Psychologists </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">can be roped in. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">level of harassment which men indulge in and get away easily. This sows the seeds that they can get away easily by discomforting the women. This act should be made non bailable offence punishable upto 5 years rigorous imprisonment. It should be onus on the accused to prove he is innocent. Once this comes into </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">practice, men would run 100 meters away from women with fear. Rapists should be given chemical castration and allowed to live with the similar pain till they </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">die. For me, this fear is necessary as we have fallen to such extent that nothing less will work. Many more stringent punishment and respective </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">actions</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">should be part of this new bill dedicated to women of the country.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3.Social reformist movement should be started immediately by all well meaning organizations. It can be in the form of social awareness and education. It is h</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">igh time this is taken on war front. Should not be limited to one or two days of mombatti fair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. I had suggested this on my FB as well. The youth of the area, drawn from various resident welfare associations or such, should form vigilante teams. They should patrol designated areas. Police should support them with training. The youth can at least give few nights in a month for their country and more </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5. Most importantly, I am ashamed that from the land of women worshipers we have become land of rapes. We are no more the worthy inheritors of the great </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cultural legacy of this land. We should be ashamed. How did we fall to such depths? Time for going back to basics. Instead of deriding our cultural </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">principles, we should try to understand and evolve them as per modern times. Left liberal marxists have done enough damage to the society by propagating</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">native principles as digression. Time to reconsider and boot the left liberals in the society out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Comming back to the media, I was watching NDTV. That NDTV is biased for congress is not a secret anymore, but what was revealing was that it is extended arm of congress lead government much like Doordarshan. "Lumpen Elements", "Worst Protest", "Violent Protesters etc were the words used by the NDTV reporters. When Sagarikha Ghose and Rajdeep Sardesai ( i have no love for them ),were reporting from the front lines, NDTV divas were missing. The reason is obvious, if the Diva went to the protest site, she would be booed. They were even advising parents to stop their kids from going protest sites. Of course by citing "violent situation". Before I end, they have now named the victim as Amanat. It is nothing but "brand building". Create a brand "Amanat" and then like vultures squeeze TRPs out of it. If any self worth youth is reading this post, please I beg you, boycott NDTV! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lastly, my anger and frustration is still not satiated! Hope I stay sane and not troll on FB/Twitter/Blog with raw anger!</span><br />
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Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-19894887432361237292012-11-28T19:40:00.002-08:002012-11-28T19:40:34.594-08:00Give Closure to MSM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Closure" is the word often used by Indian MSM. This is the word that it uses so generously. Be it hanging of Kasab or Gujrat Riots or Shaheed Saurabh Kalia. Media is at forefront of either imposing closure or demanding it. In Gujrat riots, media never seiges from asking apology from Modi. Does an apology from Modi bring closure or does the punishment of rioters? I never understood the logic of MSM in asking or demanding closure. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">MSM was hell bent on imposing closure on the nation after Kasab was hanged. The leading questions and inferences from MSM was that that now 26/11 should be closed. Why? I fail to understand. The perpetrators are roaming free and our MSM wants us to accept the closure. There were renewed questions about capital punishment by human right activists, protrayal of Kasab as innocent who was just a pawn etc. Kasab was an adult who knew what he was doing and why he was doing what he did. Yet the activists want us to be humane and understand he does not deserved to be hanged. These are the sick people. In their overactivism they forget that terrorists give middle finger to human rights when their acts of terrorism affect innocent civilians.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is the same MSM that was so actively showcasing wrong politics of Bal Thackrey but never mentioned what he did for Kashmiri Pandits. The same pandits who were refugees in their own land and no one came forward to support them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have never seen MSM take up the cause of Kashmiri Pandits but even if a single stone is thrown in Kashmir, you will have special reports running and repeating for more than a month. This is our MSM.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is high time the Indian public give closure to this MSM. Give them closure and let them rest in peace in their make beleive world. They do not give you news, they give you their own opinions and make you accept them without questions or scrutiny. If you question, as in social media, you are Internet Hindu or fanatic communal RSS chaddi walah!</span></div>
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Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-19279438824520950292012-11-28T16:25:00.002-08:002012-11-28T16:25:43.724-08:00Pickle for Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I recently responded to a tweet that was parody or I can say improvisation over a well known proverb ( Pic on left ). Have a look at the tweet. Sounds familiar?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, the tweets were in good humor but there is much deeper meaning I wanted to convey. This tweet came as good opportunity for me to present few of my thoughts that were result of self contemplation on numerous occasions. It comes across as common cliche that one has to make lemonade when life throws lemons. The simple meaning of it is that one has to just make best use of whatever situations or circumstances one is in. It is like all other words of wisdom passed on to us - Easier said than done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't believe that making lemon rice is always easy. Lemonade is simple but not lemon rice as the recipe is bit more complex. In my opinion lemon rice suits the proverb better than lemonade. Life is complex and complicated. It takes a lifetime to keep the life simple and unaffected from so many influences and factors - desired or forced. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When we are faced with sour situations, I propose a way to make things bit endurable. There is no possibility that there have never been happy moments in one's life, immaterial of how short lived they might be. This would be our rice. Base for lemon rice is now ready. We now need to light up the stove and prepare tadka. The very will and determination to overcome your problems is necessary and this is your stove. The supply of gas to keep it burning is the constant self assertion that, like everything else, this shall pass too. Nothing is constant. Things have to change - for worse or for better. Tadka is having positive attitude. There is nothing that can not be endured with positive attitude. Hope and faith are ingredients of Tadka. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now all you have to do is, apply the above tadka, rice and mix up with the lemons thrown at you. I have deliberately now gone deeper in the Tadka part as the ingredients have been discussed previously <a href="http://www.ramvalmiki.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope-and-faith.html">here</a> and <a href="http://www.ramvalmiki.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-mad-rumbling-2-unedited.html">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The main reason of this post is to explain my comment about snatching pickle form others. Well, everyone of us love pickle with lemon rice. It adds that zing to the taste! And you need just a little of it! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The pickle in the tweet I am talking about is a inspiration around you. When you look around your selves, there are many examples that will assure you that this phase of darkness shall pass. If observed carefully, nature also presents enough reasons to restore your faith and hope. More importantly, indulge yourself. There will always be time and occasion to worry and panic, crib and cry, but postpone it for a while. Instead of immersing yourself in finding the solution for your never ending problems, just relax a bit and seek something that amuses you. This is the pickle you need to snatch from people and happenings around you. Everyone thinks their story is amazing. Listen to the stories. May be you will find something inspiring. If not, you can always make fun of them and feel superior that you have greater problems. Punish your mind by ignoring thoughts about your own business. Poke into others business. Its fun to be irritating. Do silly things. Things are anyways bad, you will never every get acceptable reason to get silly again. All your boundary violations will be tolerated. While you are busy doing all this crap, there is bound to be a moment that will make you realize that you can still be happy. Nothing is lost. All you need to do is, keep reminding yourself of that titillating taste of happiness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is this pickle , with the lemon rice that will make all the difference. Make lemon rice but don't forget the pickle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have to share a very important learning from my life. It is to compartmentalize the situations, people and events in your life. Its the best way to avoid one affecting the other. Someday, I will go into details about this. But my Three Circle Theory is part of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Next time, you know where to find the pickle!!</span><br />
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Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-72115471283859408962012-11-23T12:12:00.000-08:002012-11-23T12:35:01.350-08:00Bonds of School Friendship<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Standing at what most probably may be mid point of my life time, I believed I have seen enough of life. After having made peace with life years ago, I thought life can neither surprise nor shock me. Well, I was wrong. Seems it still has few tricks up its sleeves.<br />
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Last couple of days, have been connecting with "chaddi dosts". Friends from school days. It has been almost 15 years. In these 15 years, world has changed a lot. Many of these friends have their own different worlds. All of us have gone through transformations. We are not what we were. Everyone is travelling in their own chosen path, and hardly anybody would have expected that these paths may cross once again. And when they cross, boy, what a strangely wonderful feeling it is.<br />
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What is it that our hearts are filled with warmth when we come across friends from childhood? Though there may be nothing of common interest anymore, still there is that bond. I dont know how to define it in words, but it can only be realized.<br />
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I have great memories associated with my school days. Bunking the classes whole day for adventures at betta - nothing could ever give me this thrill again. Today, we comment about politics, history or any other complicated concept and theories. Back then, small gossip would be THE NEWS! Looking back, there are so many things we did, which now we may call silly and stupid. But, these very things were the most important to do in the world. It is rightly said that the bonds formed at school last for life. You may meet after decades, but still there will be that instant spark and connection.<br />
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Bansi,Batli,Lambu,Motu,Laddo... These nick names puts smile on our faces. Immaterial of the present realities of life, worries bothering us, the school memories never fail to black out them for a while at least. Whenever I watch"Ek Do Ek Do" parade on TV or Movies, I hear only "Break Do Cake Do". Damn the NCC instructors! Like Congress, siphoned off our refreshments. I vaguely remember trip to Jog Falls, Sahsralinga etc.<br />
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As I type this post, all the good old memories are returning. So many incidents and events, some vague and some clear. Many names and faces. Few images imprinted forever. I never thought I had these memories buried deep somewhere.<br />
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I dont think I can put them here in words. Not that I dont want to, but just that words cant explain. I just did a quick name recollection exercise.<br />
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When I started to type this post, my intention was to explore and contemplate the reasons behind the happy feeling connecting with old friends. But, now I think, I can not. May be I am rusty for having been away from blogging all these years. The main reason : I just want to feel the warmth of memories, smile and leave them at it. I dont want to spoil the fun trying to analyse or contemplate them. :) Let the innocent childhood memories be just that, innocent. There are many more things to contemplate about or crib about.<br />
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Meanwhile, to all your guys out there, a sincere THANKS!! for being part of my life and me! Thanks for all those memories. Memories that keep reminding me when low , that I have had good share of wonderful times in my life!<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving!!!!<br />
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PS: Click <b><span style="color: red;"><a href="http://ramvalmiki.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-to-be-different.html">Here </a> </span></b> for my blabber about school life posted few years back.<br />
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Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-22323842875200315782012-11-14T11:56:00.003-08:002012-11-14T15:59:01.363-08:00Diwali,Ram, Cultural history - My Take<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Many people I have come across online are usually surprised to know that I am an atheist. This surprise is due to various issues/topics I comment on or talk about, which gives a perception that I am deeply religious Hindu.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I simply fail to understand why an atheist can not be proud of his cultural history or traditions of his mother land? Why does showing deep regards and respecting the cultural history be seen only from the prism of religion? As an individual born and brought up in Bharat, am I not the inheritor of great past cultural glory and history as much as say, a deeply religious hindu or muslim or sikh?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Going atheist is considered cool among the current generation. They are ready to condemn every aspect of their cultural inheritance to prove themselves atheists and most importantly secular. Never mind that need to assert their secular credentials pops up only when Hindu's or Hindu issues are involved. The credit for pseudo secularism in India should be given to Marxist historians and self declared liberal secular jholawallahs. They have confined Hindu and Hinduism to the definition of religion and separated the cultural aspect from it. This gives them liberty to slowly poison the young generation, so that they abhor their cultural identity. One must though accept that the Marxists have been largely successful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hindu festivals, rituals, philosophy is the cultural heritage of India. They must not be blindly condemned nor abhorred How many of the young generation have really read Ramayana ? How many have even attempted to understand the message it conveys? How many have contemplated various values and layers inherent in Ramayana. I must say very few. And they have the audacity to casually pass remarks and their judgments?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was shocked more at the debate conducted by Sagarikha Ghose than Ram Jetmalani. RJ has rights to have his opinions. But SG conducting a debate about Ram is nothing but covert attempt to induce a feeling of aversion towards Ram, by polluting unsuspecting innocent minds. The amount of air time given to Kancha Ilahi, to keep on vomiting his crap gives it away.To understand relevance of Ram or contemplate his actions, one should go to learned scholars who have understanding and intellect. They are the authority to answer your questions and explain various contexts. But SG thinks, a known Hindu hater should be on panel. Would be justified if he had any contrary worthy views, but its well known that all he does is spit venom against anything Hindu. Kancha is one of the by products of sustained campaign by Marxists, who live in their self made hateland. Though AIT has long been given silent burial, these hate mongers keep repeating it for whatever reasons! I recently read that students in Osmania University organised mourning of killing of Narkasur by Satya Bhama. Surely, Kancha and their ilk have successfully brainwashed thousands if not lakhs of ignorant and innocent minds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Coming back to the debate conducted by SG, she should be thankful that Hindus have become so pathetically poisoned that they are willing to take every abuse and insult thrown at them. The timing of the debate (Diwali eve) and the way it was conducted oozes out pure hate for anything associated with Hindu.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ram is a cultural icon for many like me. He may not be god for me. Ramayana has to be understood in its whole context, rather than few events. The people who call his bad husband for asking sita to go through "agni pariksh" fail to see his "ek patni vrath", his love for sita for which he waged war against mighty Ravana, his pain,anguish and suffering for making sita leave to forest etc. The questions raised by new generation pundits, feminists and all and sundry have been answered in Ramayana itself, if one cares to put some efforts and use few grey cells of their brain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have always held the view that dharma granthas that we have inherited have a lot to teach to human beings - religious god fearing or atheist. One need not be only a Hindu to take away from Bhagvad Gita some crucial life lessons. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To comprehend and articulate the philosophy of these grantha's one need to invest some efforts and should have the ability to contemplate. But as with everything else, self styled modernists and "educated" are too lazy to even attempt but too eager to judge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">During Karva Chauth, SG conducted a debate and raised the question if it was regressive. I mean what the heck! The reporters went on annoyingly asking women celebrating the festival, if they want their husbands to similarly keep fast for them. To keep the fast or not , to observe the festival or not is an individual decision. I failed to understand how the traditional festivals become regressive? It is nothing but another attempt to deny the new generation their culture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And lastly all this noise about eco Diwali! Diwali without crackers!! Do they really believe Diwali will be Diwali without crackers? All this talk about environment, air and noise pollution etc is bunkum The same jhollawallahs and suddenly enlightened environment conscious souls should go back to cave days and stop using modern amenities. They want to kill joy out of family celebration of Diwali For me, even now like in childhood, the only reason to look forward for Diwali is to fire those crackers! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Saw a report in a TVchannel about some moron going around in Bangalore asking people not to use banana leaves/shoots for festivals. Seriously! are you kidding me? Which festival in south of India is complete without banana leaves? The reason given was that lot of garbage was piling up in Bangalore. Well this is nothing new. Every festival, many farmers and villagers around Bangalore make an attempt at extra income by selling banana leaves, flowers and other such things needed for pooja. Many pavements are crowded with such part time sellers. Most of the times, the stock is too much and they leave that on the pavements. But dont we pay tax to government for exactly doing their job of keeping city clean? Instead of pressurizing the civic authorities to do their job, this moron wants people to compromise their traditional way of celebration. These self styled activists or whatever you call them, lack even a iota of intelligence that banana leaves are bio degradable!! What they call as garbage actually can be used as fertilizer in farms. Now ask these idiots about various non biodegradable items they use daily in their life? If only I could send them back to caves!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The attack on Indian culture and its traditions is not something that started recently. It started from the first invasion by Mohammad Bin Qasim. The very fact that Sagarika can allow the insult and abuse to Ram on national television is sign of the confidence jhollawallahs and pseudo seculars have, of not being retaliated or punished. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is high time, Indian's start taking back their glorious culture from the hands of Marxists But then I have not much hopes as any attempt to even understand dharmic granths will be seen as communal and untouchable! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The land of great Aryas, Rishis, the land that gave great dharmic principles and values, the land of cultural continuity for thousands of years is under siege The people who should be protecting the cultural identity and take pride in their priceless inheritance are the same people who are killing it!</span><br />
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Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-23458826041991040672009-07-21T23:06:00.001-07:002009-07-21T23:30:26.921-07:00Are we free?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em>"..Man is Born Free, But Everywhere in Chains.." - Jean Jacques Rousseau (French Revolutionary)</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">"Our destiny unfolds on the choices we make." - From Matrix</span></em><br /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><b><i>Freedom is responsibility. </i></b></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><i><span style="font-size:85%;">Freedom is to choose the responsibility<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></span></i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Though both the above statements seem contradictory, they are not. Infact they are complimentary.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ever since my child hood, I have always perceived that nothing exists as absolute freedom. The more I tried to explore on this , the more I was convinced. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I have been told many times by learned people that freedom is responsibility. I accepted it that way. For me , freedom is to act responsibily. Freedom is to make the right choice. The choice that is in the best intrests of all concerned.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">My this opinion was questioned recently. I am thankful for that.As usual, I made my best efforts again on pondering over what I had always accepted - "Absolute freedom does not exist."</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I am trying to reason it out with myself now. The basic question is - Are we really free from everything?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Answer varies. A spiritually inclined person , for that matter a lame guy who has catched glimpses of AASTHA TV might well go ahead and make a statement saying being free from everything is to attain enlightment. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Yes. Being free from everything is to attain enlightment. The very purpose of enlightment is to be free from all desires,needs and wants. But then when will you aspire or work towards enlightment? It is only when you have "DESIRE" to get enlightened that you start working towards it.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I guess i am going off topic. Comming back to the question of freedom.Every one of us has only choices to make. We dont have absolute freedom from anything.When we are born, its neither our choice nor our freedom to chose to whom we are born. It is a an act of passion that brings us into this world.The moment we are born, we lose our freedom. I mean absolute freedom.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We dont decide what our mother is going to feed us.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We dont choose our name. It is decided by our parents.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We dont choose which colour nappy we prefer. It is the choice of our parents.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We dont choose which school we would like to go. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Most of the decisions concerned to us are taken by either our parents or others during childhood.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">As we grow up, our thoughts are influenced. Yes. We are influenced. And when we are influenced we are not free. Why? Because, we become preoccupied and our mind is conditioned to those thoughts.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Nobody living in the society is a independent island. We all are connected. If we accept it then we have to accept we are not free.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I am connected to my parents. I am connected to my friends. I am connected to my collegues. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">When I am connected, my actions have their consequences on others. Connected or otherwise. Based on my actions, there are people out there who will be affected. Same way, their actions do affect me.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Are we free then? No. In my view, I dont have absolute freedom. I only have options to choose. I only have freedom to the extent that I chose one of the many options that life and circumstances provide me.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Yes. If you are free even from all relationships and living in solititude, you are not free. Because circumsances will make you react.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Consider a sanyasi living in forest. He has no relations. No friends. He is left to himself. But, what if he feels hungry. He is dependent on the food in forest.To satisfy his hunger, he will have to pick fruits or hunt. What if the circumstances are like this - There is a draught. No fruits available. No animals to hunt for.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">He is forced to starve. Is he free? No. Circumstances have forced him to starve.We come across so many situations in day to day life, where we are forced.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><b>How does freedom become responsibility?</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Again the answer is simple and clear. Once we accept there is nothing called as absolute freedom and we are only free to choose from many options we have, freedom becomes responsibility. To choose the most appropriate option is in itself a responsibility. Why? Because every option you choose will lead to both known and unknown consequences. It is our responsibility to choose the option that benefits all.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">You may ask, why choose option that benefits all? I say why not? If you have accepted we dont have absolute freedom and our choices affect people around us, chosing the option that benefits all concerned is not only our responsibility but also our duty. Just imagine a situation where everybody choses to benefit themselves and no one else. Being interconnected we will have to suffer for others wrong choices. When we suffer we complain. Call it unfair. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We lose rights to complain against others when we ourselves have chosen wrong options. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><b>How freedom is to choose responsibility?</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Earlier in my blog, in one of the posts, I had stated we are responsible for ourselves. For our happiness as well as our worries. What ever we are we are responsible for it. Our choices decide our destiny.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We are responsible for what we choose. And what we choose is our responsibility. Hence freedom is to choose responsibility.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-50376390365089106632009-04-28T22:50:00.000-07:002009-04-28T22:52:33.139-07:00Love or Life?Love or Life?<br /><br /><br /> A friend of mine asked me - "Love or Life?". Well, actually the answer depends on the person who is raising this question. Often, this question is asked by people who have been "victims" of cupids evil play. These people are either waiting for someone to accept their love for long or have chosen to just live in the state of denial. Often the obsession with their love interest takes the form of aggressive and violent behavior. Some resort to abusing, threatening and various other means to cause hurt.<br /><br /> By doing this they fail to understand that it only leads to rejection and nothing more. They think that the other person deserves same hurt that they have gone through. They blame the other person for their unhappiness. They even go to the extent of ruining the life of someone they believe they love.<br /><br />Yes. They just "believe" they are in love. They are not. Love can only make you happy and compassionate. Love can never ever make you harm somebody. Not at all the one you claim to love. Its not love. Its just obsession.<br /><br />Love is when you feel happy about the person you love. Love is when you understand and give freedom to your loved one to have his/her decision. Love is when you respect other persons feelings and oblige. Just because the other person does not reciprocate your love, you cant blame him/her. If you are not happy, its because you chose to be unhappy. Life becomes more beautiful if you can accept each person has his/her own likings and they cannot always comply with yours. You can only love a person. You cant force a person to love you. And that is what exactly most people do.<br /><br /> You don’t cause harm or hurt to a person you love no matter how much pain you have to go through. If you do that, then its not love but only a selfish obsession.<br /><br />People fail to see this simple truth. They get so obsessed with the idea of being rejected that they want to take revenge. How can anybody take revenge on someone they claim to love? Does the pain of your loved one make you happy? No. It can never.<br /><br />Youth often ignore this very basic fact. They start plotting downfall of someone they loved. They deny their rejection. They get aggressive. They cause much mental trauma to the one who has chosen not to be loved by them. Its quite strange. By doing all this they think they can "win" over the other person. No sir. It only makes them hate you. Not even pity you. But these people unknowingly satisfy their ego with this hate.<br /><br />Most importantly don’t forget that Love is just part of Life. Move on with your life. Don’t be stuck in the past. If the other person has chosen not to be loved by you, accept it. May be you have better things to come in your life. By being in past you only ignore the great moments that are coming by.<br /><br />Often when in love people claim that they cant live without their loved one. Well fine. But when the other person has chose to move one without you, its the test of your strength. Lead life normally with out that person and show him/her that they did not deserve your life. That’s the way to be.<br /><br />By constantly wasting your time in thinking about the gone one, by trying to plot to make him/her come back, by thinking of ways to cause hurt and pain all you achieve is your own downfall. You miss your life. You become a loser. You lose not only the person you loved, but also everything and everybody else. Your past starts ruining your present and future.<br /><br />Please guys, learn to accept the truth. No one lives for anybody nor dies for anybody. If they do, it’s only when the other person deserves it. And the one who has rejected you really does not deserve your life nor your death. It won’t matter if you are happy or unhappy. You are not part of their life. Then where is the need for you to ruin your life for them? Don’t make someone your goal of life when they have forgotten that you had ever existed.<br /><br /><br /><br />I say it again. Love is just part of Life.<br /><br /><br />Hope i have answered the question "Love or Life?".Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-69129597972889087582009-04-28T03:29:00.000-07:002009-04-28T03:30:54.858-07:00Hope and Faith<span style="font-family:verdana;">It has been almost a year that i have posted anything. Well, life has taken many turns during this period. Life as usual, being the greatest teacher of all, has again given me few lessons. Will soon share my experiences. Pardon me if you find my this post bit rusty. Blame it on my long absence from this activity. "Hope" you will enjoy this post. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /> Hope and faith are two of very important things that keeps us moving. Here, when i talk about faith, its not just religious faith. We exhibit faith and hope in almost all the actions we perform. When you sleep in the night, most of the times you plan for next day. Everyone has a set plan of action. For tomorrow, for next month, for next year. Why do we plan? Yes, there are many reasons. I am not intrested here in the reasons for planning, but what makes us plan. Its the hope that we will be able to perform those actions. We hope to acheive something. This we do, very well knowing, that future is unpredictable and very much unknown. Hope is involved here. Hope for better future. Hope for better moments. You can only hope. You can not garuntee. Sounds very gloomy situation? Not really.<br /><br />You must be aware of this proverb : "Faith can move mountains". What is this faith? What is the strength it posses? Faith is beleif. Beleif in something or someone. Faith is also very integral to our day to day life actions. When you purchase something from a vendor, you have certain amount of faith. When your doctor prescribes you medicine, you have certain faith in him. He might have lengthy degrees next to his name and you can argue that shows you know he is good doctor. Where is the question of faith here? Well, having degrees can not garuntee you the best doctor. What is the garuntee that he is giving you the right medicines? But that does not mean you can question each and everything in your life. We take some things for granted. But thats not to be taken as garuntee from the other party. Based on his degrees , we take for granted that he is right. Unfortunately there have been cases of wrong diagnosis. That just shows how things that can pass as granted, can go wrong and there is always the possibility of things going wrong.<br /><br />Being an optimist, i see hope in everything and every where. This keeps me moving. Hope nuetralizes the various side effects of a bad situation. Hope that things will be better tomorrow. Just hoping wont work. Hope, but at the same time strive. You cant sit in your bedroom and hope to find salary in your account at the end of month. You will have to work. Take necessary and needed actions, and then hope. Hoping for something without striving is called foolish and unreasonable faith.<br /><br />Show faith in all. Most importantly in yourself. We have not realized the strength we posses. Somewhere deep inside lies the great strength to overcome every difficult situation. Have faith. When the time comes, you will be able to face it. Make faith your tool to realize the unknown strength in you. Faith is often associated with confidence. Confidence is when you know you will do it. Faith is you feel you will be able to do it.<br /><br />I am one of those who advocate simple life. Rather i should say, life with out complexities. Keep things in life simple and never complicate anything. How do we make things simple is upto us. There is no extra effort needed to stay away from unwanted complexities of life. Just gaurd your actions and reactions. Gaurd your thoughts. Gaurd your speech. Gaurd your feelings. Read the situations. And lo, you have a simple and sweet life.<br /><br />Thats for now.<br /> </span><br /></span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-72029554845434954732008-07-24T03:58:00.000-07:002008-07-24T04:13:44.640-07:00Trust Vote<div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">Finally its over! The trust vote. I , for once, followed the debates on TV and Rediff chat as well. In india every thing follows a pattern. A pattern well mastered and practiced by bollywood. The trust vote was no different. PM started with emotional appeal that could well be compared with "purani filmy maa". LK Advani was bothered that the deal seems to be between two individuals and not countires. Well i guess his true concern was that he wasnt one of the individuals. And then totally senseless speeches by various MPs. They talked everything on earth except the nuclear deal. It was like director losing the plot after 4 frames in the movie. So typically bollywood. Before the audience got bored entered Lalu Prasad Yadav. Frankly speaking, he was the only one who was really educative and informative. I would have never known those film songs if not for him.</span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008"> </span></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008"><div align="justify"><br />As with any bollywood movie, the twists were at the end. In the middle of the debate, BJP MPs gave a twist with Rs 1 Crore. That left everyone shocked and surprised. "Cash mere bahon mein.. Cash mere aahon mein..." Inspiration i guess. Experts felt BJP was preparing for boycott. Experts are always so consistent with their predictions. Their ability ( rather inability ) was proven again. BJP announced it wont boycott. Another twist. Finally counting started. It took exactly 10 seconds for the results to be displayed on the board. UPA was ahead of NDA by around 27 votes. 46 votes were still to be registered. </div></span></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">As with every movie i skipped the climax. Next day the suspense was broken. Lot of MPs had cast cross votes. Our bollywood actors also forget their characters most of the times. What a similarity no?</span></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">All along the debate i was closely watching rediff discussion forum on trust vote. I really liked the quality of discussion educated and young India presented. Mainly the way assets of babydoll were discussed. Dont ask me how are the assets of babydoll linked with nuclear deal? samirdoshi puts it this way. Babydoll is hot and so is nuclear power. See, for us normal indians, everything is so simple and logical.</span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">There was one guy who was very much worried about sensex. He was paranoid. He posted his views more than 20 times in a time frame of 3 minutes. Must have invested hell lot of money. </span></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">Some great thinker suggested we nuke the parliament. I dont have any comments. Except that i hope he is talking of sending babydoll to parliament. Another guy wanted military rule for next 10 years. Hmmm. I just pray Bush dosent take this guy to be referring to military rule by his troops. By the way, once the nuclear plants are being monitored by USA, it dosent take much time for them to send their troops here to gaurd them against any suspected terrorist attacks. Very gloomy. Isnt it. Yes i was exaggerating. </span></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">In India every person is an expert in international politics and strategies. They can tell you why us did not use nuclear weapons against iraq. They will enlighten you about link between iran, US and your village hardly inhabited by 4 families. They can sense conspiracy where there is one. Usually every news has a conspiracy behind the lines. These experts and uncover it.</span></span> </div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">And as i said everything in india follows a pattern. So it was not a surprise when a member posted a parody of latest bollywood hit. </span></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">"<span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;">sala mannu can't dance...? sAla mannu cant' speak.. ? sala "</span></span></span> </div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">Excuse the mixing of words here. It should ahve been mamu cant dance sala....</span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><span class="916522713-22072008">PS: Below is just a sample of the discussion thread! :) Enjoy</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">samirdoshi says, </span>@papji I vote for d motion </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">papaji says, </span>I think Pamela Anderson was very much energetic and hot in the movie BarbWire. What Do you<br />guyz think?...... Please Vote </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">AdvaniGandhi says, </span>@mission impossible ----------- US did not use nuclear weapons in Iraq because, main reason<br />US attached Iraq --- IS FOR THE PETROL/OIL --- If they use nuclear weapons, they cant do the same. US already is a friend of Saudi Arabia, Kuwait and NOW, Iraq. IRAN is the only petro rich country left.... So, US wants to attack IRAN now...<br /><span style="color:red;">iuandwe says, </span>hi<br /><span style="color:red;">Prime Minister says, </span>WITHOUT NUCLEAR POWER HOW CAN WE BECOME STRONGER THAN CHINA. THANKS BJP FOR MAKING ME WIN. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:red;">satheshj says, </span>let them dissolve abd bring military rule for next 10 years<br /><span style="color:red;">ep_murali says, </span>UPA wins (Market 1000 points up) UPA lose (Market 5000 points down)<br /><span style="color:red;">babbydoll says, </span>sala mannu can't dance...? sAla mannu cant' speak.. ? sala manu can't doanything then whey such useless manu chasmis as PM can we have a young dynamic PM ?<br /><span style="color:red;">appus says, </span>Deve Gowda! what a kind politiation is he.... ? ;)<br /><span style="color:red;">Nir says, </span>We can put one Nuclear Bomb in parlament?<br /><span style="color:red;">sanju_vi says, </span>none of them knows actual benefits of nuclear deal... scarifising defence enhancement..... all the powerful nations have stocked pile their nuclear wepons n they fear that in future india may become nuclear threat<br />to those powerful nations.... so desperatley tryin to avoid this n putin pressure on india to sign nulear treaty... civilian benefits like energy cant expect much earlier than 2030.... so ther is no need to sighn the pact in such a urgency...<br /><span style="color:red;">samirdoshi says, </span>all r corrupt<br /><span style="color:red;">patelajay says, </span>SI\ONIYA TO BUDDHI HO GAYI HAI BABYDOLL APNA HI HOT PHOTO DIKHADO </span></span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-75936327972437582132008-06-30T02:59:00.000-07:002008-06-30T21:52:18.562-07:00Reality Check!<span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />There are so many reality shows on TV and irony is that they are exactly opposite to what they are called. I see a conspiracy by media and production houses to send bollywood out of business through their reality shows. The so called tension and excitment created by the anchors before declaring "who is out , who is in" deserves an oscar. Even the anchors put up such a "great performance" that i would do away giving them few oscars if i could. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Speaking of anchors, we should be greateful that some unemployment has been eradicated. Atleast among bollywood rejects. Have you watched laughter challenge 4. Yes the same show which, an ex-cricketer beleives is a laughter club. For those who have not yet got who i am talking about, heres another clue. He is a sardar and a living answer for the question "why so many sardar jokes?". If you still have failed to identify, then probably you wear a turban. Its the one and only "sixer siddhu". Rumour has it that all over the country laughter clubs provide the clipping of siddhu in one of those "Wah Cha gaye guru!" moments to their new joinees. Just to show them how to laugh with out provocation. Infact siddhu has been declared their universal inspiration.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Comming back to anchors. Anybody remember shehnaaz? Yeah the same one movie wonder apposite shahid. Poor girl. Not only the movie bombed, she lost her "rozi roti" from MTV. Her career and her attire in the movie had a similarity. Shorter than short. Nowdays she is anchoring in laughter challenge show. It seems she is still on hangover from her MTV days. Often she forgets shez on laughter show and behaves as if she is still entertaining the MTV bhakts.<br />There are many reality shows dedicated to singing and dancing. After seeing raveena as a judge in one such show, i was tempted to appear for one of the dancing reality shows audition. No. I am not a die hard raveena fan. "Then why were you tempted?" you may ask. Not her beauty sir. If she can be a judge on a singing reality show with such a crisp ( yes kurkure crisp ) voice, i sure can make it big with my 4 left feet.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Channel V has a silly show they call "get gorgeous". I am not sure if the participants get gorgeous, but from what i see, they do get bitchy, skinny and easy recruits for "vamp" roles in Ekta kapoor S(igh)erial. They constantly are expressing their opinions on each others assets. Well dont mistake it for the kind of assets your banker talks about.<br /><br />Another reality show from MTV is called splitsville. It is supposed to be dating show. But the old guys can call it new age matrimonial service. 16 girls and 2 guys. I hear gabbar saying "Yeh tho Bahut na-insafi hai!!". And the social welfare department of India says sex ratio is skewed!!!. BTW ever wondered about the definiton of "sex ratio" not being what it should be? Hmm. I Know. The right defination if given would qualify to be adult content<br /><br />MTV Roadies is another famous rality show. Here your toughness depends on number of abuses you can bear gleefully and almost every expeletive either starts with "f" or ends with "k". Think over it. Its a well reaserched strategy to recruit the roadies. Afterall you would requrie all these expletives when you are on indian roads. What did you say? Do roadies ever use their bikes? Hell Yes. Just for few kilometers every week. Rest of the time is spent plotting others elimination.<br /><br />Recently shinjini sen gupta was in news for getting into severe depression after judges passed comments and eliminated her. Poor girl. She took judges comments seriously. If only she knew judges are normally people out of work and wasting their time at reality shows rather than cooking and gardening at their homes. </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />On a serious note , lets face it.Every single person is a participant in the reality show called life. Every person is trying to impress and gain points. Every person wants to proceed to next round. They can plot and bring downfall of others for this. But unlike the judges on reality shows, here life is a judge as well as a mentor. You never know when you will be eliminated from the show. So play hard and play fair. For if nothing else, you rarely have come back episode.<br /><br />PS: Driving on hosur road today, i realised the effect of traffic jams. People driving either become suicidal or become voilent psychos. Being an optimist i am thinking of buying a bouble barrel shot gun. Next time that biker zig zags....</span><br /><br /></span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-30518723100437647922008-06-17T04:40:00.000-07:002008-06-17T04:57:25.076-07:00Shayeries<span style="font-family:verdana;">Hi Guys, Finally at last here is the collection of shayeries... there are more but have lost them over a period of time since i never documented them.. the list below is courtesy to all my friends who had stored these and mailed me back when requested... :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Raath ki tanhaye main aksar sochta hoon,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">savera door nahi hai,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">hai gum ka alam ab tho kya hua ,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">khushiyon ki mehfil door nahi hai!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Peeche mudke dekta hai kise ai dil,<br />koun hai tera jo tuje rok lega,<br />akela hai tu akele hi pana hai manzil,<br />koun hai jo tere saath chalega.<br /><br />Jisne bhi mohobbat ki hai,<br />woh hamesha luta hai,<br />kabi apni tadbeer se door hoke,<br />tho kabi apne ashiq se door hoke.<br /><br />Deke hain kai tufano ko tufano se zoozna hai hame ata,<br />lak karo barbaad hame tum hame abad hai hona ata!!<br /><br />Saji hai mehfil yaaron ki,<br />jaam ka saath hai jaanam ka nahi.<br />Meri mohobbat bewafa hai tho kya hua,<br />Mere yaar tho bewafa nahi.<br /><br />Kehti hai duniya bewafa hame,<br /> hame iskagum nahi,<br />ye duniya walo dika do aise shaks ko,<br /> jiska bewafaon mein naam nahi!!<br /><br />jaam pe jaam piye ja rahe hain,<br />teri yaad main hase ja rahe hain,<br />hum teri bewafai par nahi,<br /> apni bewakufi par hase ja rahe hain!!!<br /><br />Chot khaye hain bahut dil pe,ter ek chot se kya hoga..<br />Muje bewafa kehne wale dek le apna daaman,<br />uspe mer armaano ke katl ka daag hoga....<br /><br />---<br />ek anjaan afsaana hai,<br />ankahe koi daastan hai,<br />zaalim zamane mein apno ko pehchanna mushkil hai,<br />lekin baat tho hogi us begaane mein,<br />jomere dil ko unke deedar ka intezaar hai!!<br /><br />baadalon ke ghoonghat mein suraj chupa hai,<br />lagta hai hawa b is alam ke nashe mein mast hai..<br />joomte hue in kaliyon ko dek k sochta hun,<br />kya inhe b koi bichda yaar yaad aa raha hai...<br />iss mausam-e-bahar mein hum b joom len,<br />mohobbat chupa hai jo is jhoke mein,<br />mehsoos kar len,<br />tanhayi ke kafan mein munh chupaiye baite the,aaj do pal hi sahi,<br /> apne liye jee len...<br />-----------------<br />Beete hue afsaane yaad aa rahe hain,<br />Tute hue sapne tadpa rahe hain,<br />Begaane the hum jab mohobbat se,<br />Aaj wo lamhe yaad aa rahe hain!!!<br /><br />Muskurate the kabi jinke saath,<br />Woh humdard yaad aa rahe hain…<br />Gawaah hai jo meri tanhai ke,<br />tute hue woh jaam yaad aa rahe hain!!!<br /><br />Aaj fir sunne ko unki hasi,<br />Kaan taras utte hain,<br />Deedar ke unki,<br />Fir ye aankh tarasthe hain,<br />Kya bataun yaaron,<br /> aajWho hum kyun itnaa yaad rahe hain!!!<br /><br />Naakaam koshish kar chuke,<br /> firB na jane kyun tandi aahe barthe hain….<br />Karke apni duniya barbaad,<br />Unki salamati ki dua karte hain!!!<br /><br />Haan hai wo kisi aur ki amanat,<br />iss sacchai ko hum nahi tukrate hain...<br />leki khuda ki kasam yaaron,<br />aaj b hum unse itna pyaar karte hain!!!!<br /><br />intezar hai hame b kisi ka magar ye intezar he apni zindagi ban gayi hai,<br />kis manzil ki baath karun ai dost, hamari safar hi hamari manzil ban gayi hai....<br /><br />kis mushkil ko dekkar gabra gaye ai dost,<br /> koun si manzil door hai...<br />jab chal hi pade hain raah par,<br />tho rakna yaad hardum umeedon ka saath hai...<br /><br />deke hain kai tufaano ko tufano se joojna hai hame aata,<br />laak karo barbad hame tum hame aabad hai hona aata...<br /><br />hum tho fakir hain, raah mein kisi mod par kuch pal ke liye ruk jayenge...<br />do pal ki kushi simat lenge apne daman mein,fir anjaan manizil ki talash mein nikal jayenge....<br /><br /> <br />jo bahar kabi na ayegi ,<br />usme phool kilne ka intezar bematlab hai..<br />.alfaas jo gazhal na ban sakenge,<br />unke liye sur banana bematlab hai...<br />jo pinjre main kaid hai panchi,<br />uska pank fadfadana bematlab hai...<br />badle na khwab jo haqeeqat mein,<br />unko dekna bematlab hai....<br />jo chah ke be apna na ban sake,<br />usko dil mein basan bematlab hai...<br />jiska humsafar ho koi aur,<br />uska humsafar banna bematlab hai...<br />hogi uski apni khud ki manzil,<br />dono ke manzil ki raah ek samajna bematlab hai..........<br />kisi ke khayalon mein karke khud ko intna bekaraar,<br />aisi behuda shayeri likna bematlab hai..........<br /><br />teri ankhen sach bayan karthi hai,<br />jab ter lab joot bolti hain..<br />tere dil mein b wo hi armaan hai,<br />par majboorian un par parda dalthi hain...<br />chalo vaada raha tere zindagi se nikal jaunga,<br />ek bar tu sach bata,<br />kya tuje kabi b mujse pyaar nahi hua tha???<br /><br /><br />na hogi bechaini tere khamosh ho jane ki,<br />ha hogi karar tere khilkhilake hasne ki...<br />intezar na hoga tere ane ka,<br />na gum hoga tere laut jane ka...<br />zindagi mein na hogi fir kabi,<br />nasha tere ankhon mein doobne ka...<br />hogi na ehsaas fir tanhayi meinaahat tere yaadon ka....<br /><br />na hogi bechaini tere khamosh ho jane ki,<br />ha hogi karar tere khilkhilake hasne ki...<br />intezar na hoga tere ane ka,<br />na gum hoga tere laut jane ka...<br />zindagi mein na hogi fir kabi,<br />nasha tere ankhon mein doobne ka...<br />hogi na ehsaas fir tanhayi meinaahat tere yaadon ka....<br /><br />Na hongi ab wo baten,<br />na hongi ab wo raten....<br />hoti thi jinme guftagu tujse ,<br />gawah hai jiska wo chand....<br />raath se ab dil darega,<br />kahin chupke se na aa jaye teri yaad...<br />hogi na bekarari teri awaz sunne ki,<br />zanzeer dal denge apne pairon mein,<br />hui jo tamanna tujse milne ki....<br />azad hun aaj sare armaano se,sare haseen khwabon se....<br />khwab jo khwab rah jaye to haseen hai.<br /><br />no hogi ab koi majburi,<br />na hogi dil mein dard koi...<br />vaastha na koi ab is rishte se,<br />chale hain hum aaj teri zindagi se...<br />chah ke be khud ko na rok payenge...<br />aabad rahe teri duniya,<br />khuda seyehi duwa mangenge........<br />ab na aur koi duwa hogi...<br />ab na aur koi pyar ki awaaz hogi............<br /><br /><br /><br />Asaan Nahi Hotha Hai Kuch Rishte Thodna,Y<br />e Rishte Saanson Se Judi Hothi Hain....<br />Koi Kaise Rok Le Dil Ka Dhadakna,<br />Dhadkan Mein Kisi Ki Yaaden Hothi Hain.... <br />Bhool Jaayen Hum Kaise Wo Pal,<br />Pal Jinme Hamari Zindagi Hai...<br />Hame Log Patthar Dil Kehte Hain,<br />Par Unhe Khabar Kya,Tujse Door Hoke Hum Apne Jindagi Se Door Hain.........<br />Waise Tanha Rahne Ka Hame B Shouk Nahi,<br />Lekin Hum Aur Kare B Kya,Hum Dono Apni Kismat se Majboor Hain...<br /><br /><br /><br />kasam di tere yadon ko , yun tanhayion mein hame na sataye...<br />jis kahani ka anjaam na ho, woh afsana hame na sunaye...<br />chah ke be na laut payega jo, khade the hum usi ke intezar mein apni bahen failaye...<br /><br /><br />Kuch Zakmon Ko Chupana Padtha Hai,<br />Kuch Gam Ko Sehkar Muskurana Padtha Hai..<br />Hote Hai Halath Kuch Aise,<br /> Apni Sanson Ko Rokkar B Jeena Padtha Hai...<br /><br /><br />Tanhai Mein Ye Dil Na Jane Kis Ki Yadon Ko Kagaz Pe Uthartha Hai ,<br />Jo Ban Jathi Hai Lakeeren, Unme Kisi Bewafa Ka Chehra Nazar Aatha Hai….<br /> ----------<br />Nafrat si ho gayi hai is mehfil se,<br />khudgarzi chalakthi hai har kisi ke nazaron se,<br />kisi aur pe kya aithbaar karen ai khuda ,<br />ab tho dil dartha hai khud ke dhadkan se.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />chod de thi umeed hamne vafa ki,nigahen khwab dekna chod de thi,aaj pata nahi kyon dhadkan tez ho gaye,lagtha hai yaron hum fir ishq ke shikaar ho gaye....<br /><br />bahana dil behlane ka sahi,<br />kisi ne hame yaad tho kiya...<br />guzar rahe the sunsan galiyon se,<br />dabi hui awaz mein ,<br /> najane kisne hame pukar liya....<br />do pal ke liye hi sahi,<br />kisi ke pyar mein hoke magroormaine b je liya...<br /><br />ummed thi tuje ek din zindagi se jeet lenge,<br />aaj meri taqdeer ne hi muje hara diya...<br />tere liye chupa rakha tha jo mohobbat umr bhar ke liye,<br />usse chand aasuon mein aankhon ne baha diya....<br /><br /><br />sookh chuke hain ashk, saanse bejaan ho chuki hai ...<br />dil ki zubaan beaawaz ho chuki hai...<br />na hi koi afsaana hai na koi lafs...<br />likhe tho aur kya likhe,dastaan apni mohobbat ki khatm ho chuki hai......<br /><br /> <br />Aaj fir woh lamhe yaad aaye,<br />Kuch toote sapne aansu banke beh gaye...<br />Umr Bhar Apni tanhayion se joojthe rahe hum,<br />Tohfa hai teri mohobbat ka,<br /> Zindagi hum jeena bhool gaye.....<br /><br /><br />koi kya dard de payega hame,<br />hamare daaman mein kushiyan bahut hain...<br />ek wo bewafa hai tho kya hua..<br />humdum dost hamare bhaut hain...<br />ye teri galat fehmi hai,<br /> ki hum akele hain..<br />saath hamare apno ki duan bahut hain...<br />rula dengi tuje meri yaaden,<br /> kya karoge,teri dil mein saanse meri bahut hain....<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />Sook chuki hai ankeh,<br />Fir b kuch ashk baaki hai.<br />Hai alam mayoosi ka,<br />Fir b kuch aarzu baki hai.<br />Toote hai kuch, tho kya hua,<br />Daaman mein Khwab baaki hain.<br />Khuda ko nafrat hai humse,<br />Lekin is dil mein pyar baaki hai.<br />Beeth chuka hai din,<br />Lekin Shaam abhi baaki hai.<br />Manzil ki chah nahi,<br />Abi safar aur baaki hai.<br />Mauk ko keh do sabr kare,<br />Mere nasseb mein saanse baki hai.<br /> </span><br /></span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-58413733430412257962008-06-10T05:05:00.000-07:002008-06-10T05:36:54.723-07:00A night at POP - I (short Story)<span style="font-family:verdana;"><p><br />The tray could accomodate only 4 large beer glasses. But shankar somehow managed to place six of them. He was accustomed to this. It was weekend and "port of pavilion" was overcrowded. It always was on weekends. He did not want to waste the time in comming back for 2 beer glasses since the crowd was very impatient and rude. "Fools with money to burn!" Thats was his opinion of the clients he served every night. He was dressed in black half jacket on plain white shirt and formal black trousers, and finally choking him was red bow tie. </p><p><br />He carefully lifted the tray and hurried towards the main hall where all the action was. The moment he opened the door, he was greeted with dense clouds of smoke. Shankar was a non smoker and non drinker but he knew if ever he faced breathing problems, it would be thanks to his passive smoking. He hated the smoke. He hated the "fools with money". He hated to those girls. He hated the job. But he had no choice. If only he had not commited that small mistake. </p><p><br />He made his way through the dancing girls, careful not to step on the 10 Rupee notes scattered on the floor. He regarded money as Godess Laxmi and respected. He frowned when accidentaly he stepped on one of the notes. It was no time to stand there and pay his usual obedience to the Godess Laxmi. The clients , a small group of young men ( who he thought were those highly paid software engineers ), were getting restless. He rushed to their table and placed tray and dutifully served beer glass to each one of them personally. One of the young men, retreived his cigarett from and placed between his lips. Shankar elegantly took out the lighter from his pocket and helped him light his cigarett. He was rewarded with a 10 Rupee note. It was his first tip for the day. He returned a smile and started towards the door. </p><p><br />As he was helping himself among the dancing girls he heard someone call him by his name. He turned back. Sitting far across room on a small sofa was a man whom shankar recognized instantly. He reached the table and wished the man. "Good evening sir..." and smiled. This time the smile was genuine. "Good evening shankar... how was ur day?" Akash enquired. Akash was in his mid twenties, well built and always had that charismatic smile. He was always pleasant with everyone. Infact every other server competed with each other to provided service to him. And his generous tips were not the only reason.</p><p><br />"As usual sir. Shall i get you the regular?" Shankar asked. "That will be fine. And dont forget the kalmi." Akash smiled again. "How can i?" Shankar responded and turned back. Shankar failed to understand how can a guy spend so much in the band and still be far away from drinks. Akash's regular was lemon soda with salt. Shankar had never understood the reason. It was not that Akash was some kind of hard with money. His generous tips proved he had enough money to burn. And again the way he spoke and behaved with the grils there. He would not allow any girl near him. He just enjoyed their dance and would shower them with money. But never throw the money like other fools did. Lot of girls had tried to get him on to the dancing floor but failed. He knew the girls liked him. It was hard to see such a well behaved person among the rich pricks and creeps. </p><p><br />Akash was checking his cell phone when shankar arrived with his regular. Since shankar felt akash was busy with some message or something he did not offer any comment. He did not want to disturb his precious client. He placed the soda on the table and went and stood near the music system from where all the songs were controlled. Akash finished his message, tasted the lime soda, and nodded in shankars direction with approval. Shankar miled back said something to the person handling music system. It was Usman. Usman glanced at akash, gave a smile and pressed few button. And the speakers began to belt out "Dil de diya hai... jaan tumhe denge...."<br /></span></p>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-57074011506388619432008-06-03T05:38:00.000-07:002008-06-03T05:42:15.182-07:00Random apology<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /> "was it a sarcastic comment?". My friend messaged me and for a moment i thought it was sent "by mistake". But then reflecting on the small conversation we had, i was sure it was for me. I always take care not to hurt anybody when i speak and thankfully there have been very few incidents where people have felt offended and in last few years i can say none at all. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /> While i went through the converstaion i had again in my mind, i was myself surprised at the way i commented. Whole converstaion had a bid of gray side to it. Anybody would have felt it was sarcastic. But that was not what surprised me. What surprised me was it was indeed sarcastic and very much unintentional at the same time.<br /><br /> As it is with me, when i commit a mistake i think over it. Cant help. Untill i make things clear i wont feel good. And surely i can never live with guilt of hurting anybody. So here i go about why my tone changed while talking to the person who i feel is the only friend in office who is in the inner circle of what i call Three Circle Theory and that is reason enough for me to be concerned.<br /><br />Some experiences ( good or bad. only time will ) have thought me something. No to get involved emotionally with anyone. In common langugae it is termed as "attached". And i have maintained the distance and balance with everybody since i learnt my lesson. I even maintain very low level of communication with my team. But sometimes mistakes do happen and this time i take whole blame on me. There is simple reason for such a change in my tone even if it was just for a passing moment. I was upset. Or can it put as "being jealous"? I am not sure. I have always maintained guys are "kameenas" and i am no exception.<br /><br /> After three days of hybernating on the grand sofa at home, watching TV, i dont think i had any reason to be upset. But this time i think i crossed the line. To put it in plain, somewhere deep inside i could not tolerate third person interfering with my precious private time. I very well understand its foolish and very immature behaviour. But as i said it was a passing moment.<br /><br /> It is this kind of situations that create gaps later on and that leads to ugly scenes. We should be matured enough to understand that its natural for these minor things to happen over a period of time. Afterall nobody is perfect. I am not trying to justify myself here. I am just trying to say, i understand everything but then at the same time when few mistakes happen its best to ignore them.<br /> Since i cant talk all this personally,( which i am sure will lead to lot of tounges wagging ) i am expressing my concerns here.<br /><br /> Meanwhile i cant pretend as if i am not influenced by that person. Yes sir i am impressed. But never ever seriously thought of pursuing. Its always not necessary that you are impressed and like some one and you should pursue them. Each relationship is like a rainbow. It should have all the colors.<br />I take this opportunity to thank all the people in my life and apologize if ever i had hurt them or offended them. Trust me it would have never been intentional and when it was intentional i have always said it on the face.<br /> </span><br /></span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-18634116575794074512008-05-22T04:17:00.000-07:002008-05-22T04:18:07.408-07:00Some fun with ads on TV :D<span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I was watching TV. Hmmm. Let me tell you something. Its always bliss to have remote in your hands and it feels like hell when its out of your reach. This time remote was with this insane guy and he started surfing channels. After seen hell lot of ads i came up with an idea. Since i have been writing some serious stuff and totally lost touch with my scarcism i thought i will try to make this blog bit funny. So here it goes. All you have to do is imagine the ads that i mention here as you go on reading. Take care just to remember the part that is mentioned here. Not the whole ad.<br /><br /> "Kya kal raat ke baad aap pareshan hain...." (ipill add on first channel)<br /> Click ( channel changed )<br /> "Isliey experts ka kaam experts pe chod dena chahiye..." ( Anchor switch ad )<br /> Click<br /> "Shukr hai ab underwear tho adjust nahi karna padega...VIP..." (VIP ad)<br /> Click<br /> "Mazbooti ka jod fevicol ka..." (Fevicol ad)<br /> Click<br /> "Aaa kushi se khudkushi kar le...." ( MTV... ummmm Nisha kothari...)<br /> Click<br /> "Akhir pehli gaadi hai..." (Santro ad)<br /> Click<br /> "This species is on the verge of extinciton...." (Nat Geo)<br /> Click<br /> "Kya aapke toothpaste mein namak hai..." ( Colgate Ad )<br /> Click<br /> "Aaaj fir jashn manale...." ( Coke ad )<br /> Click<br /> "That was great cover drive from tendulkar...."<br />And the fun for me ends here.</span></p>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-65317623440475938472008-05-20T02:54:00.000-07:002008-05-20T03:20:28.812-07:00Re-discovering myself<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><div align="justify"><br />Last couple of weeks have been quite boring. There is nothing much happening since long other than an award for my performance and suicide attempt by my PG manager. Hey my award has nothing to do with his attempt at life. He survived but his wife died. Having seen the dead body outside the hospital, i was furious and frustrated. I have started to hate the hospitals even more. During this time chotu invited me to join her for a trip along with her current and ex collegues. I was hesitant at first, but then agreed.</div><div align="justify"><br />It was a trip which i will remember for long time to come. The trip included events such as trekking, river rafting, kayaking and rapphling. It was almost 2 years since i went on tekking and so i was eagerly waiting for this trip.</div><div align="justify"><br />The day started very badly. My finger rings were missing when i got up. After a fanatic search i gave up. I was issuing warning to all the PG boys to place the rings back, when i got a call from archana, who was waiting for me at Pavitra Paradise along with divya. PG guys suggested i stay back and cancel my trip and instead search for my rings. I dont know why but i felt like going ahead with my plans and i did. How many guys can be calm at losing something valued at more than 25k?? I dont know but i can. Reason. As i have been saying i beleive in law of karma.</div><div align="justify"><br />I boarded the tempo traveller at Pavitra paradise along with archana and divya. Ashish and his cousin were already on board. Next we picked Naresh from vijaynagar. i have to mention here that we were lucky to have a instructor and guide like naresh leading us. I would call him "friend" rather than "tour guide". Next it was time to pick chotu, srikant, vidyashankar, bhanu and janardhan from mysore road junction. All the guys were on time except chotu and bhanu. Well this is not the firs time. Chotu is one of those IST loyals. She will make you beleive she is just 2 minutes away but in truth she would be still searching for keys to lock her doors. </div><div align="justify"><br />To start with, this group was totally new to me. I mean except chotu and bhanu, everybody was a total stranger to me, though i had heard about few of them from chotu. But soon i could feel myself as one of them. All were so warm and comfortable. I really doubt anybody could stay stranger for long in this group. Some 30 minutes on the road, it was already time for our first stop. Bidadi. We had breakfast and soon the real trip began.</div><div align="justify"><br />During this time i cam across a word starting with "s" which was treated with the same contempt as another word for animal excreata in english. Oh thats "Shit!". I never knew there were so many ways to piss off people. This "S" was master of this art from what i hear. If ever i find vidyashankar behind bars, i am sure it would be for eliminating this "S". As janardhan put it, "s" surely united people. or Atleast feeling of hate for her did.</div><div align="justify"><br />Our next stop was savandurga. Here we explored caves. Hmmm. Let me take that back. We didnot explore caves but did do hell lot of rock climbing stuff. As usual, Naresh was at his best. Though i would have loved to do that whole day, we did not have much time. Rock climbing / mountain exploration is something i really enjoy a lot. And incidently i am quite comfortable at it. Need to check with my parents if somebody in my ancestors belonged to mountains (rocky though).</div><div align="justify"><br />During this first phase vidyashankar was successful in keeping people excited and worried. Everybody was chanting "be careful!". These chantings were diverted towards him, and i dont think they affected him anyway. He is the guy with loads of confidence. Sometimes bit more than required i guess.</div><div align="justify"><br />Once we reached the top of a rock, it was time for girls to take out their sun screen lotion. I never understand how girls can get into adventurous sports and still worry about their makeup and hair style. Everytime chotu, divya or archana faced cameras, they adjusted their hair. It did not matter if they were hanging on the rope while rope traversing or rapphling. When they ahd to face camera they seemed to even forget their fear of water. Strange are the ways of girls.</div><div align="justify"><br />Soon after that we left for our camp at minchinbele. On the way there were few more "kirtans" and "bhajans" shared about "s" mahime. Meanwhile all the guys tried to make chotu sing a bengali song. We were not successful. </div><div align="justify"><br />We parked our tempo traveller in the village and walked around 3 kms to the camp site. Once there people got excited about the prospects of getting into the water. Everybody put their life jackets and with instructions from naresh, jumped into water. I was the first to jump though i dont know swimming. But then, what is the fun in doing what we know. And with life jacket on, there was nothing to worry. But chotu and divya were not so confident. It took lot of cajoling and bahana bazi to make chotu get into the water. It would have been lot easy to make horse drink the water or get the buffalo out of the water. </div><div align="justify"><br />Here we discovered two future olympians for inida. Srikant in kayaking and chotu in back stroke swimming. Srikant treated his boat like a ferrari and in his own words "test driving ferrari". We had great time in the waters and soon it was time for lunch.</div><div align="justify"><br />Food was great. After lunch guys got lazy and were ready to doze off. Only girls were intrested to back into waters. Strange i thought. After few minutes of rest, we set on rafting. Next event was to do rope traversing.</div><div align="justify"><br />While river rafting i felt our group would never reach other end of the river. We simply could not raft in sync. Eventually we made it. Next time i am sure we woulb be expert rafters. Rope traversing was fun. Few guys did struggle but then is not adventure all about that. Overcomming our struggles and fears. Janardhan did it twice. He seemed to be totally enjoying that. Bhanu was very reluctant but in the end he too participated. Well, me? I did it perfect. :)</div><div align="justify"><br />Now it was time for rappling and we were prepared for the final event. Naresh again went about his instructions. It was strange to see bhanu to be the first one to attempt since he was so reluctant in the previous event. Next was archana and as usual she promised to scream and shout. This girl seemed to enjoy and have fun in doing everything with a loud noise. But again she is right. Whats the point in having fun with out expressing it with screams. </div><div align="justify"><br />Few guys got hurt during this event. Minor scrathes. Divya tried twice before she got it right the third time. She was so furious with her injuries that she throwed away my cap. Bhanu tried in vain to retreive the cap but was not successful. Vidyashankar was totally tired by this time. He managed to rapphle down with ease though. From there we rafted back to our camp. After some tea and bit of chit chat we headed back towards bangalore. Before that we did thank naresh and his friends for such a wonderful experience. </div><div align="justify"><br />Archana deserved all the applaud for the success of this tour. Everybody was sure to come back again sometime soon. And i was happy that after long i rediscovered my self.<br />Jumping into the waters knowing i am not a swimmer, i rediscovered my "no fear" attitude. Climbing the rocks and gripping my self i rediscovered that "i control my life". Raphling and river crossing proved i can still push myself to limits. Trekking showed me i still have the srength from my struggling days to walk miles with out getting exhausted.</div><div align="justify"><br />All in all i rediscovered what i used to be couple of years back. And now i dont want to forget it. Because as it was known "Ram can do anything for he has got that confidence and will power"<br />I really thank this group for making me feel what i truly am. Away from the routine code, team meetings, pubs and shopping malls. And incidently i am posting this when i am supposed to be in the meeting.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Skipping meetings and bunking office is another type adventure sport! ;)<br /><br /></div></span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-7323890032347194272008-05-13T02:54:00.000-07:002008-05-13T02:55:31.701-07:00Peace of mind and Happiness<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /> "Happiness is state of mind."<br /><br /> "You are what you give people to think about you."<br /><br />Few days back i came across a friend's post who was very happy. So happy that you could feel the positive energy emanating from the post. And then suddenly my mind started monkey-ing around. What exactly is happiness? How do i define it and where and how does mind come into the picture? I know these questions seem very absurd or may even be foolish. But my mind was out of anything important or creative work for last few days. so it started churning strange thoughts. As usual these thoughts find their way to this blog.<br /><br /> Every person has his/her own definition of happiness. Defining happiness is in itself a futile exercise. Happiness is something that you feel. Similarly disappointment or sadness is also something you feel. So basically happiness and unhappiness both are just feelings. Feelings manifest themselves in terms of emotions. We exhibit hell lot of emotions. I can exhibit my happiness and unhappiness in many ways.<br /><br />Emotions and feelings are controlled by mind. Now that is a statement. Ever wondered why women cry even when they are happy and also when they are unhappy. We often hear people saying "he/she controlled her emotions. he/she did not break down". See my point. We can control our emotions. Isn’t it. We can control our feelings. Let me say "our mind" instead of "we". Mind has control over everything. If feelings and emotions were random, then for example why don’t we get attracted to not so good looking people. Its the work of mind. It sees. It senses. It calculates. It rejects or suppresses. But when you spend some time with a not so good looking guy and understand his/her more intimately, you start liking that person. Again the mind is at work.<br /><br />This is not true only for "love". Its true for all other emotions/feelings. Take for friendship. You just don’t form friendship until and unless you understand and feel good about that person. You don’t trust anybody until its proven and your mind accepts the proof. The mind is all powerful.<br /><br />If "happiness is state of mind" ,so is "unhappiness" as well. The problem is on most occasions we lose control over our mind. Not over our emotions.<br /><br />"State of Mind" is under our control. "State of mind" is not what we should try to achieve. "Peace of mind" should be the ultimate goal. Is not that what we talk of, when we say meditation.<br /><br />Meditation is nothing but an exercise to control the mind and keep it at peace.<br /><br />How many times have we not heard people say " I am happy with ____ but some how i am not comfortable with ____" Like i am happy with my career and job but at the same time am not comfortable doing meager tasks.<br /><br />Most often we may be happy but not at "Peace of Mind". Lot of us get confused about the difference between being at peace with oneself and being happy.<br /><br />Unlike happiness, having peace of mind is not a feeling or emotion. Peace of mind is something you can not exhibit with a single emotion. It is reflected in your behavior, your speech, your work, your confidence and your thinking.<br /><br />We should try to achieve peace of mind rather than try to be happy. A psycho is happy doing what he does. But does he have peace of mind. No. Because his mind is restless and he finds happiness in being restless and frustrated. As i said earlier "being happy" has different meanings for different people. But having peace of mind is nothing but bliss. And meaning of it is universal.<br /><br /><br />I might have totally gone wayward trying to explain happiness and peace of mind in my opinion. As such it is a very difficult task. But the point i wanted to state was : "Peace of mind is what we should try to achieve. Happiness and unhappiness are just emotions which can be controlled and which are more dependent of external factors."<br /><br /><br />I know lot of you will get confused or treat this post as something totally not understandable. But truth is i myself feel the philosophy of happiness and peace of mind is out of comprehension for people like us.</span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-35417797152715067812008-04-25T00:56:00.000-07:002008-04-25T00:57:25.975-07:00Time pass....<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br />Life is going smooth. Career wise , its the best phase so far. When you dont really do much work but get appreciated and awarded, where is the qustion of complaints. It doesnt always happen that way. :)<br />But still want to have a long vacation. Might go some where. Even a days trekking is fine with me.<br />Days are getting hotter. Its getting difficult to venture out in the sun. But again since i was born in bellary ( known for unforgiving summers ) and spent few early years of my life there, it is not very difficult as it seems. What is the best thing about summer? I dont have to think twice about getting drenched in the rain when i am in deep sleep. Where? Ofcourse terrace yaar!!<br />There was this small discussion about dowry over a cofee with my good friend. Both of us very well agree that it is very unfair practice. But something that i hate to hear is a well settled software engineer asking for the dowry. Dowry amount is directly proportional to a persons package,education, designation. Think about it. Dowry is highest among software engineers. I am ashamed to be called a software engineer if most of my collegues prefer dowry. Companies should do something about it. Like cut CTC by 50% if their employees take dowry. :) If you cant even take care of expenditures of your own marriage and take care of your spouse, how can you even think to get married? Just on the basis of dowry you want to survive?? Girls better ask your parents to invest that money in whatever options you have, and live life royally. Who needs a husband who takes your money to take care of your needs (most of the time his needs though) ?<br />Suddenly i have started to hate democracy. Yesterday on TV, saw few guys attempting to hang themselves as their leader was not given ticket to contest elections. Do they really think they can fool us? If i was the policeman incharge there, i would not waste my time cajoling them. If they hang themselves, We are down with few more irresponsible and senseless guys. If they dont, then there "nautanki" will be exposed. By the way, i really doubt if these guys will try to hang themselves or self immolate for the causes of clean water, power supply and sanitaion in their areas. Hmmm. Power of a biryani and and 650ml desi is so strong, it will get you truckloads of people to die for you.<br />Everytime i am on road, driving my angel, there are moments where i feel like requesting al-qaida to wage jihad against two wheelers in the city. Ok. Ok. I owned a two wheeler myself for more than three years but i have never zigzagged on the roads. Bangalorean two wheel riders are the craziest and dangerous species on earth. You dont need a army or scud missiles to conquer afghanistan or iraq. Just export our two wheel riding modern "yamas" and they can raze a country in hours.<br />Am planning a small story again. "Quest". Thats the name i am thinking of.<br />Finally why this nonsense post? Okay. I dont have anything better to do here in the office. No work. No meetings. Cant go home :( . And am bored of mails and chatting.<br /> </span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-7619780254393672662008-04-11T02:56:00.000-07:002008-04-11T03:27:10.711-07:00Sweet memories of a friend forever<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It is well known among my "friends since long" that i dont take insults lightly. And anybody who rubs me the wrong way gets it back in some or the other way. But there are two people who have been successful in avoiding my wrath till date. </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="justify"><br />A businessman who owns a PVC pipes shop at a place called Indi, Bijapur. </div><div align="justify">A guy who did his engineering from a college in Bijapur. </div><div align="justify"><br />There is one common factor between these two different people. I doubt if they have ever met. No the common factor is not the district (Bijapur). The common factor is a girl who claims to be my best friend. Of course her claim is valid i accept it. (but since she has not yet found a girl for me, i think i should reconsider her claim. ) It is almost a decade now since the first day we spoke to each other. Well, i was speaking and she listened. She had to. Afterall i was kind of mediator in a silly confrontation between her and another guy in our class. For that mistake of mine i am enduring the senseless and childish talk of her till date. But thanks to ISD rates, its not as often now.<br /><br />I was such a nice guy in the college. My lecturers never had any problems with me. My regular absence from theory and lab classes ensured it remained that way. But one fine day, this girl instigated me to show my missile launching girls. Was it a challenge rather? But whatever it was, i took the pamphlet of the "Beauty saloon" she passed on to me, and launched it at the poor new lecturer who was scribbling something on the board. What followed next can fit into bollywood masala movie.<br /><br />The lecturer turned back "Who did it?" ( I fail to understand why do people think a thief would say he stole the goods ) </div><div align="justify"><br />All faces were blank. "You there." She pointed towards me. I guess she noticed another pamphlet which i was trying to conceal under the book. I stood up hoping for the worst. </div><div align="justify">"Who did it?"</div><div align="justify"> "I dont know mam" </div><div align="justify">"You are in the last bench. You should have seen from where it came from" </div><div align="justify">"No mam. I did not notice. I was writing down notes in the book"</div><div align="justify"> "I was not dictating the notes.." ( Yes she was not. ) </div><div align="justify">"" I was silent.</div><div align="justify"> "Tell me who did it?" She asked again with lot more conviction. </div><div align="justify">"I dont know mam" I sounded so confident, i myself was surprised. </div><div align="justify">"Ok. I will complain to HOD about whole class. Did you see who did it?" She asked other guys. Nobody replied. At least there we showed unity as a class. But normally not many could dare to mess with me. </div><div align="justify">"Who is the Class Representative?" Another question of hers.</div><div align="justify"> Again no reply from the class.</div><div align="justify"> "Will the class representative please stand up?"</div><div align="justify"> "He is already standing mam" </div><div align="justify">Somebody informed her. After that i dont remember anything. But over the time the lecturer became casual with me. In fact even now it makes me feel guilty. </div><div align="justify"><br />My best friend made me feel guilty. Hmmm... But i can forgive her for that. Was not she the one who took two copies of printouts of c , c++ and lisp programs even though the lab incharge always was grumbling. One for her and one for the master of the world playing in the ground. In last 10 years we have had many arguments. Most of the arguments i had to lose unwillingly just because she said "Kaisa dost hain tu..." in a tone that still keeps me confused. I don’t know it was pity, sympathy, ridicule, convincing... or what?. One of the often repeated argument was about "the great" and "the greatest". </div><div align="justify"><br />"There are only three greats. Ashoka, Alexander, Akbar and the fourth is me" She used to say and my reply would be "and only one The Greatest. That’s me". I was good with words even then you see.<br /><br />She enjoyed lot of privileges being my best friend. And one of those surely backfired. She is the only person on earth who can call me kameena and still get away with that. Ironically i too don’t take offence for that. When you look at her you feel you are looking at a kid who denies to grow up. Well i wont dare to mention a peculiar hobbit of hers which will prove what i am saying. </div><div align="justify"><br />In her own words i am the only person who can "bear" her tensions. But truth is i am the only person who listens to her dumb thoughts. ( I know she will kill me for this line. ) During college days and few years after that, if there was any sense of adventure in my life, it was due to her. I can narrate lot of incidents here but she has threatened to sue me if i mention them. Not that i am afraid, but just want to keep those incidents as little secrets and special memories which i will narrate to her grand children. Only after she got married that i got rid of those adventures. Thank god for that. (But on second thoughts i miss them like hell...) </div><div align="justify"><br />People ask me how am i able to hear clearly even a whisper on the phone. Practice makes a man perfect. Thanks to her and the late night calls. How many people can actually use a cell phone while at home and still keep it untraceable for more than 2 years. Have to be someone like her. We usually talked for hours in the night. Well i used to talk and she used to whisper. There was somehow a kind of telepathy between us. I never believed in telepathy. But more than once she mentioned that whenever she felt "upset" her hostel phone would ring. And the caller is me. I am still not sure about this though. </div><div align="justify"><br />Some of my earliest philosophies and thoughts were first showered on her. You know she was the only one who saw sense in what i talked at that point of time. And now lots of guys agree with what i post on my blog. I can write volumes about the 10 years our friendship has seen. May be some day. Oh forgot. I am the one who will teach her kids about everything that is bad in her opinion. She doesn’t want that to happen. But being what i am ( And she knows. Ram apne iradon ka pakka hai.) given a chance i will do that.<br /><br />For now i will stop this. Because if i continue it will go on for ever. Comming back to the two guys.<br />That businessman is her father. And the guy was her classmate.<br />Her father snatched her purse, which i was holding when she bent down to tie her laces, and stared at me in college campus. Think about it. Unkown person staring at ME in MY college campus in front of MY friends.<br /><br />When she was doing her engineering, i went to bijapur on a business trip. She was not available and so the chocolates i got for her were given to this guy to pass on. He never did. And i was termed as irresponsible and got a earful from her. Hmm...<br />My goal is to steal atleast a small PVC pipe from her fathers shop. She said she will help but never did. Obviously family bond is greater than other bonds. ( Now i am damn sure of that call from uk and getting earful for this line. )<br />Then when i get a chance to meet this guy.... I have not actually thought what i will do. Will think about it. </div><div align="justify"><br />We have shared so many laughs and tears. So many thoughts and feelings. So many special moments. When i started this post i thought i will write them all. But words fail me. Let them just be that. Sweet memories of a friend forever.<br /></span></div>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-77807668001004466512008-04-08T00:30:00.000-07:002008-04-08T02:28:18.581-07:00MILK : Recipe for success.<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><br /> "I fear you are getting materialistic with each passing day." My sister said while i was busy fiddling with my cell phone and chatting with mom. I did not offer any comment. I did not feel like. I normally dont get into arguments with my sister. It’s simply that we both have different policies but ironically both have same foundation and same goals. The paths are different and that usually causes lot of debates between us.<br /><br /> This time i did not offer my point of view. Being materialistic has different meaning to me. I don’t mind spending that extra buck. I don’t mind indulging myself in luxury. Most of the time i have had unnecessary expenditure which any person with a bit of thinking mind would have gladly avoided. But that’s not me.<br /><br /> MILK. Money. Influence. Luck. Knowledge. This combination is just deadly. And this is the most perfect recipe for success. What about hard work and dedication then?<br /><br />Hard work is good. But smart-work is always preferred. Even extremists are dedicated guys. So for dedication towards right things you need right knowledge.<br /><br />No matter how much avoid, you do come across guys in life for whom money is everything. When you are working towards a certain goal, you definitely dont want yourself stuck with some hurdles created by guys like these. Being nice means different for different guys. Keep in mind that sharing your money is considered "being nice guy" among many people in today’s scenario and there are hell lot of people who believe in that.<br /><br />Just money doesn’t solve all your problems. Money is just a starter. You have to follow it up with influence. Influence is not only that phone call or recommendation letter. Its just a part of it and in most of the day to day activities you dont need them. You should have to ability to work your way against the person you are dealing. For that you should have mastered your words. You should have convincing attitude and authority in your character. You should learn to charm people. You should have the ability to influence their thoughts and look the things the way you look. That’s influence.<br /><br />Luck, they say, is something that is not in your hands. I partially agree. Untill you test your luck, how will you ever know if it was on your side or not. Of course a person needs his share of co-incidents and accidents. But its how you see them. For me co incidents (luck) are the confirmation that i am doing right things. I dont believe in co incidents. I believe in action and reaction and these so called co incidents are just reaction to something i might have done earlier. ( As i said.. I just adore Law of Karma).<br /><br />Having all these three is fine. But if you dont have knowledge, you will be "kicked out" of the race. Knowledge is like nuclear weapon. It has to be deployed very responsibly. Simple having knowledge is not sure shot sign to success but knowing how to use it is. Knowledge dosent mean only technical stuff. It also includes the tit-bits information you gather along the path.<br /><br />So guys MILK is need of the hour. Without MILK it’s hard to survive and its no more survival of the fittest. It is survival of the smartest.<br /><br />Concept of MILK was something i came across in college days. It was during a speech marking our annual day. I dont remember who it was. But i do remember the guys mentioned only two lines. "You should have milk to be successful. its money, influence, luck and knowledge"<br /><br />And over the years i have explored those lines and felt the summary by the speaker to be perfect.</span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-67856824410811795692008-04-01T00:17:00.000-07:002008-04-01T00:18:50.170-07:00To know.(Unedited)<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> Since yesterday evening my mind has been preoccupied with something. So much that when i speak, i had to concentrate like hell not utter wrong words. Its time i salvage my mind from the annoying thoughts of mine. And as usual the thoughts find their place to this blog.<br /><br />Everybody has heard this proverb. Most of us have used it as a weapon against others at some point of time in life or merely used it as a self solacing tool.<br /><br />"A friend in need is a friend indeed."<br /><br />"So true!!" You guys can say. But sorry. I have a different view. ( I always have one :) ). Doesn’t it sound bit selfish as well as childish?<br /><br />Let me put it in a small story about three guys A,B and C. A and B are friends. C is a stranger. Hmmm. Lets do it bollywood style. C is villain. A and B share a "sholay" friendship. One fine day A is in need of money. (True bollywood style). A large amount. He goes to B and requests him. B is himself in financial trouble and so he says sorry (of course after lengthy emotional dialogues ). A is heartbroken. He reminds B of days when A used to buy lolly-pops for B. He then accuses A of being "dosti ke naam pe dhabba". C sees the opportunity and rescues A with lots of money. (Bolloywood villains are always dirty rich). A feels C is his friend. B is heartbroken he could not help A but he was practical. C is now "buddy buddy" with A. Intermission.<br /><br /><br />That’s it guys. Now tell me. Though B wanted to help A he could not. He had no means. A was in trouble and no body can deny that. But was it fair on the part of A to accuse B. Should B have done something to help A. Why did not B go to C , take money and hand over ot A. Later B could have faced the bad man. Just because B was helpless doesn’t mean he was not friend of A.<br /><br />Okay. Its getting out of hand. I will stop that. I told you, my mind is working overtime so bit exhausted.<br /><br />Coming straight to the point, are not we selfish when we say "if you are my friend...". A friend is a friend. Period. Look at the definition of friend. It is devoid of any constraints. We have very bad habit of adding conditional statements in every thing we come across. That’s bad.<br /><br />I have always maintained, we should look at the circumstances. A good person may read the individual, but it takes a mature man to read the circumstances. What the hell? Every time i put forth something, every time i think about various aspects of life, i end up with circumstances and expectations. Life puts us through lots of situations. And our character, attitude and happiness depends on our action or reaction.<br /><br />Is it not true that we always react in life. There are damn few opportunities where we get to act. But then even that action is result of earlier reaction. Life is never ending loop of actions and reactions.<br /><br /><br />To know how to react is to know how to be happy. To know when to act is to know the confidence and strength in you. To know when to just sit back and let the control go off is to know when to be contended.<br /><br />And to know all this, learn from the circumstances in you life.</span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-62462113589919364072008-03-23T23:04:00.000-07:002008-12-08T15:30:02.480-08:00Suicide Point.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCcs0gXTTAf9oOzur15v5Mes8_oeNC-RlkzA1IWTvZPMO646ty223EzLuPoFiYEFA0IMd9d596meO04D43ykTEyMD0t3RjhLgCJUa4Y9uu07DUauZs1yprUBhNepL4HMWphf3hyifMEg/s1600-h/22032008197.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181240289811861570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCcs0gXTTAf9oOzur15v5Mes8_oeNC-RlkzA1IWTvZPMO646ty223EzLuPoFiYEFA0IMd9d596meO04D43ykTEyMD0t3RjhLgCJUa4Y9uu07DUauZs1yprUBhNepL4HMWphf3hyifMEg/s320/22032008197.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqnIo5YWwMhGnOz1bZywkogKqP54-uJC4ubCBXm1nlA9hx77RCqc7DumwO4idD_2iVYg62XzxzuSQv47iBmOccfJyRO36DnHdmMDAqxQqwCabQ9YfDLj02NRVrXoQB_ZE6-BF4f7ARsk/s1600-h/22032008195.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181236192413061170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqnIo5YWwMhGnOz1bZywkogKqP54-uJC4ubCBXm1nlA9hx77RCqc7DumwO4idD_2iVYg62XzxzuSQv47iBmOccfJyRO36DnHdmMDAqxQqwCabQ9YfDLj02NRVrXoQB_ZE6-BF4f7ARsk/s320/22032008195.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgruu7KbBMTg8RGYKRAS3-i59wf5DLTNoC8JFRir_NR5MgPG8SnPUKAu6V2RNwmkpuQu19OfjVVG9KaB_X-1rKgyHnaepx1OCAV4tSDylA7VxCfXpjX4ePUBSDOIOd7Fy5eY0mo4zgL92k/s1600-h/22032008191.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181235805866004514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgruu7KbBMTg8RGYKRAS3-i59wf5DLTNoC8JFRir_NR5MgPG8SnPUKAu6V2RNwmkpuQu19OfjVVG9KaB_X-1rKgyHnaepx1OCAV4tSDylA7VxCfXpjX4ePUBSDOIOd7Fy5eY0mo4zgL92k/s320/22032008191.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUTfpQOAmFTo4tb7FlP0eFITVz3USKeUWw_TZelQzMZM3D0jZjz6tjB2E6ZO0xoy1Cx-R1_J5f9DMq_fi3cbjz_zKbIuHUjVX8qOGZ1PzBObyhCHe26FoHzLjN_C3UymSGY6lCG9q6w4/s1600-h/22032008197.jpg"></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;">I reluctantly agreed to drive my sister to melkote and kere thondanur last saturday. Reluctantly because, the climate in bangalore was making me damn lethargic. Still the drive and location were more than spectacular. It was just the kind of trip i needed to refresh myself. I have been very less enthusiastic and kind of low since few days. </span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br />All through the journey, drizzling rain followed us. And once we took right turn after Mandya it was nature at its best. Green fields greeted us. Its always so refreshing and reassuring to just drive past green fields. I still have memories of my childhood when we eagerly awaited one of those trips to villages. We spent as much time as possible in the "Thote" and "canals". More often we could spend hours just near that big pipe chugging out water in the middle of the "thote". In the afternoons under the shade of big neem or tamarind tree, awaiting food from home. </span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br />Comming back to melkote trip ( i usually get carried away by nature and its beauty), we had climb steep steps to reach the temple. Half way through the steps, on the right side you will find a space large enough to accomodate 50 people. Basically its a face of huge stone. I walked towards the end of the stone and was struck at the spendid beauty in front of me. It was still drizzling. Somewhere far out there , hills were covered in mist. ( I guess that effect was due to raing. ). At another place there was a small gap in the cover of clouds from which sun was peeking. The wind was cold and i was relishing every moment of it. </span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br />"This is called suicide point." My sister informed me who had apparently caught up with me on the climb. "Nobody would probably die, if they jump from here. At the max they would be paralysed for life" My sisters friend added. I looked down below. Infact there were enough sharp stones to effect the "KILL". I did not offer any comments. </span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br />I was tired of driving and handed over the keys to Amit while returning. At that moment i realised that my mind was already contemplating the suicide point. </span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br />Few days ago i read in the newspaper that 90% of people who try suicide, survive. And more. They are under serious stress and have to endure the trauma till they die. Most of the suicides i have come across in life and in news papers in genral, are due to two reasons. Failed in exams or rejection in love (Other being some idiots playing blowing-up-self game at every given chance). </span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><div align="justify"><br />I wont talk about people thinking about suicide ( i have covered this already </span></span><a href="http://ramvalmiki.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-like-killing-myself-i-am-so.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"> ). What goes through the prospective suicider, when he/she is standing on such a vintage point. How do they fail to notice the beauty lying ahead of them. The beauty in itself is inspiring and motivational enough to live the life. I am sure lot many would-have-been-suiciders have stopped just ahead of that fatal jump due to this. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><br />Nature is just awesome. Its rules are fundamental rules for life as well. It inspires. It brings best of us. Its magical. Its wonderful. It looks fabulous even when it is voilent. You have to appreciate the mystical power it has. So anybody there thinking of that "jump", be sure look ahead, take a deep breath and feel the beauty of nature. That may just charge you to take on life.</span></span></div></div>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-23367499639026498972008-03-20T02:36:00.000-07:002008-03-20T02:37:10.267-07:00Unkown Pain..Years have passed,Days have gone by.<br />Somewhere deep in heart,I still feel the pain.<br /><br />I stretch my hands and surrender to the clouds,<br />cool breeze caresses my face.<br />It fails to heal the heart.<br />So does the loving rain.<br />I still feel the pain.<br /><br />I question the stars with moist eyes,<br />What is the cause of these tears.<br />They also seem not to know the reason.<br />So does the caring moon.<br />I still feel the pain.<br /><br /><br />Whom do i ask? Whom do i question?<br />My world is full of joy,<br />Which i will bargain.<br />Just to know,<br />Dear why i still feel the pain?.Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133223598718756903.post-16343933824802555502008-03-18T02:37:00.000-07:002008-03-18T02:39:26.633-07:00The final choice : Short story<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"> "Just do it!" was written in bold white with black background. Above it was the nike logo. There were other graffeti on the door but this one made krishna kumar hesitate for a moment. He was about to do which was not heared of. As he opened the door and stepped into the dark and gloomy room. It was his son's room. They were not affluent but still he had managed to provide his son a private room in the house which had just one bedroom, a kitchen, a store room and a hall. The store room itself was converted into a private room for his son. It contained all the unwanted furniture piled up. I also had a small cot and few books scattered on it. On the far end of the cot was a broken cricket bat balanced over it. There was a thin thread running diagonally in the room which was overburdened with the apparel of his son.<br /><br /> Krishna kumar had a look around the room and dragged a small broken stool from the stock of old unwanted furniture. He took out a large bottle of McDonals Whishky,2 Ltr bottle of Sprite, few chips from his leather bag and placed on the stool. He checked his watch. it was 12.30 AM. He knew his son would be back by this time today. As he sat on the cot waiting for his son he remembered something. Water. Though he never indulged in drinking he very well knew water was one of the important ingredients in a good drink. He got up and walked towards the kitchen.<br /><br /><br /> A white Tata Sumo, with loud music parked outside a small house. A lean boy in his late teens got down. He was hardly able to stand. He stood their waving his hand and shouting something that hardly made any sense, as the Sumo zoomed ahead. As he turned and started to open the gates he noticed the lights still burining. "Another session of lecture and descipline. Dont these old people have anything to do? " he wondered as he walked into the house.<br /><br /> He wasnt suprised that door to his room was opened but he surely was surprised at the large McDonals Whisky bottle. He sensed something was different today but he hardly was aware of what was comming. He lifted the bottle and was examining it.<br /><br />"Bit early today?" His father was behind him holding two glasses and stainless steel water mug. Rajesh kumar was did not know what he felt like. He had expected his father to start the lecture all over again frowning about his late arrival. But today his father did not show any sign of that. Infact he had arranged the drinks. He stood there watching his father pouring drinks into the glass.<br /><br />"Thought we will share few pegs on the death anniversary of your mother. Hope you wont mind?" Krishna said with a smile. Rajesh was confused. He did know what to say. He just walked over and sat on the cot.<br /><br />"I know you are suprised. But of late i have realized we have to be friends with our children. So i want be like your friends with you. After all these years of trouble in our relationship i want to make a fresh start." Krishna continued.<br /><br />Rajesh had still not come to terms totally. He felt he was dreaming. The only way to test it was to down his most favourite whisky. He took the glass from his fathers hand and in a second gulped whole of it.<br /><br />"Seems you are in a lot of hurry! Cheers my boy!" Krishna raised his glass, and took a sip. He did not knew it tasted so bad.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One hour later<br /><br />---<br /><br /><br />Downing his last peg Rajesh was laughing. Krishna also joined him. Both of them did not know what they were laughing about. Krishna stood up and walked towards far corner of the cot. Rajesh was busy pouring the last remaining drops of whisky onto his glass. "Just do it!" Krishna though for a second. He lifted the cricket bat and with his full strength gave a mighty blow on Rajesh's head. Rajesh did not scream. He hardly had any strength for that. He turned around bleeding and saw his father. He knew it would be the last time he will ever see his father again. The man who was responsible for his worthless life had decided to end it all. For the first time ever Rajesh felt his father had done him a favour.<br /><br /> Krishna stood there as his son stared at him. Ironicaly his eyes were as innocent as they were when he held Rajesh for the first time. Krishna had lot of dreams about his son. He was supposed to realize all his dreams. But something along the way had changed. He had to end it all. He had to end the worthless life of his son. He had to end his dreams. He had to end the brooding parasite of the society. And then he knew the had to end himself as well. He took out a blade from his pocket and slashed his wrists.<br /><br />He sat beside his son. Both men were staring at each other trying to figure out what was behind those eyes. As time would pass, all the blood in their bodies would flow out. It coulb be days before neighbours found them. Nobody was ever intrested in their house.They were sure to die.<br /><br />---<br /> <br /> "He will be like master blaster sachin" Savitha said excitingly as she and krisha saw thier son hold the small plastic cricket bat. Rajesh was 4 years old. He was a very hyperactive kid. His parents loved his mischiefs. Krishna was working as a school teacher. He was a contended man. He had a beautyful wife and a kid who he beleived was sure to be a great personality one day. He was an atheist. But soon he would pray to each and every god. Rajesh was doing well at his school. His teachers loved the way he behaved. He was "the perfect". Good in studies and extra ordinary in extra carcular activities. But soon all this was to be changed. Krishna was busy with his history class when he got the news. He rushed to the hospital.<br /> Savitha had met an accident while returning from her daily shopping of vegetables. She was declared dead on arrival. Krishna was shattered. Rajesh was informed about this by his uncle who later took him to hospital. Few months later Krishna had just started to recover when the talk of his second marriage started among his relatives.<br /><br />"You are still young and also have small child who has to be taken care of. You cant bring back your wife but you have the responsibility of providing your child the happyness of true family." They tried to convince Krishna. After much argument Krishna finally agreed. He wanted to give his son a complete family. He wanted his son to grow up with out missing his mother. With in one year of Savitha's death Krishna married again. Gayathri was a distant relative. Krishna felt he owed a lot to Gayathri as she had agreed to marry a widower and also bring up his child. Months flew by. Krishna was getting more engaged with day classes and tuitions. He was now teaching Higer Secondary students. Other than History he was burdened with Arts and Literature. He was the Head of Extra circulare Activities commitee.<br /><br />Krishna beleived his life was on right path again. One day he was summoned by the Head Master of Rajesh's school. When Krishna returned home that day in the evening he was furios. "Where is Rajesh?" He enquired with Gayathri. "He must be playing with his friends" Gayathri answered. "You know what your son is upto nowdays in the school?" He thundered. "How should i know" Gyathri shrugged. She always hated "your son" being used by Krishna. Rajesh was not her son. He was Krishnas. She was craving for son of her own but Krishna never really bothered. When Rajesh returned back from his play he saw his father waiting for him. By the expression on his fathers face he realized his father some how knew what he had done.<br /><br />"I never expected this from you. You have been given enough warnings in school for you aggressive behaviour and you dont seem to mend your ways. What do you think. You can go around bullying other kids in the school. And what the hell about your grades. Are you not intrested in studies? " Krishna just went on. Rajesh was not intrested. He was busy examining his cricket bat and thought "I need a new bat."<br /><br /><br />That was just the begining. Years passed by. Rajesh did not change. He failed more than once in his school. No matter how much krishna scolded and beat up Rajesh, things hardly improved. Rajesh was now the oldest kid in his class. With great difficulty he passed SSLC and enrolled himself in a college. Krishna tried to talk with Rajesh many times. He wanted to know why his son , a brilliant small boy, had turned into such a menace. He thought it was the occupational hazard of being a teenaged boy. Krishna sensed that Rajesh was not really bothered much about his father or mother. He relaized late that his son was going out of hands. He blamed everything on the friends circle of Rajesh. He beleived they had spoiled his son. The future Master Blaster. When ever he talked about Rajesh's friends rajesh would get aggressive. Krishna even though of sending his son to a college in different city but then setteled against it. Its better to have him in front of his eyes so that he could keep a tab on him. That was the reason why Krishna never allowed his son to go out of city for even tournaments. Rajesh failed again in his first year PUC. On the day results were announced he went home late. He was drunk. Krishna was more furious than ever. The same lecture about descipline followed with a request to shun his friends. When Krishna saw his son was not intrested and already had dozed off a chill went up his spine. "I have been doing all i could. But its getting worse. What am i supposed to do more?" He questioned himself without any answer in sight.<br /><br /><br /> Then one fine day Krishna got a call on his cell during his training session for Annual Day celebrations. It was from Sub Inspector Vikram. "Your son under arrest. Can you come to the station". Krishna hurried towards police station.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />SI Vikram was a loud mouthed policeman. He had intimidating personality and after nearly a decade in the uniform knew how to handle offenders. When Krishna reached police station Vikram was busy talking on the phone. His eyes searched for Rajesh. Rajesh was sitting at a nearby cell among few other of his friends. Rajesh turned away from Krishna. "You are Krishna?" SI Vikram asked keeping the receiver down. Krishna nodded. His expressions clearly stated he was going through mixed feelings of frustration,anguish,worry and fear of unknown. Sensing this Vikram said "Nothing much to worry. But it could have been worse."<br /><br /> "What worse than this? I am at police station for some unknown sin of my son and this guy says not to worry" Krishna thought. "Actually your son was involved in a drunken brawl at Gangothri Bar with gang members of some well known rowdy sheeters of the area. Bar manager called us and we were able to intervene at the right time. Since your son dosent have any earlier record we will leave him without booking any case. But I thought you should be aware of this and next time this can be serious. All you have to do is sign in here " Vikram handed over a thick register to Krishna. "Thank you sir. I assure you this wont repeat." Krishna was releived , though not completely. "By the way be careful. Big guys dont like small fish hurting them." Vikram advised as Krishna walked out of the station. Rajesh followed him.<br /><br />Late that night when Krishna wanted to know what was Rajesh doing at Gangotri all rajesh said it was "Friends party". Before Krishna could grill him more , Rajesh was safely locked behind his room. Krishna felt helpless. How could he descipline a grown up boy. How could he make Rajesh beleive life has lot more to offer. He wanted to talk with but Rajesh was never willing. Krishna hardly knew what was going in Rajesh's life. His son had become stranger to him. A unknown mystery.<br /><br /><br /> <br /> "Mommy... Look i got A+ again.." Rajesh was beaming as he ran into the room with one hand waving the yellow report card and other clutching the empty water bottle. Savita was working on her new saree with the sewing machine. She put aside all the stuff and bent down to hug her darling son. " I know you will always be on top " She said looking at the report card. And both of them hurried towards kitchen, Rajesh dancing around her. He knew another honey cake was in the offering. Rajesh and Savita shared a very strong bond. With Krishna spending most of his time away from home , busy with his cultural activities. Rajesh and savita spent most of the evenings together. Rajesh did go out to play with his friends but he always insisted his mother watch his batting from the balcony. He cherished every moment of it. His mother's cheers motivated him to be at his best. Savita made it sure Rajesh never missed on home works. With his ever smiling and compasionate mother guiding him Rajesh was quick with his work and did well in schools exams. Rajesh hardly missed his father. He was more comfortable with his mother than his father. He feared his father, but never loved him.<br /><br /><br /> Rajesh was in for a shock when his uncle suddenly arrived at his school. Rajesh felt something was bad but could not figure it out. Rajesh's uncle looked tensed. He did not know how to break the news to Rajesh. Even after several repeated questions about why they were comming out of school before the last bell, all his uncle said was "Mommy wants to see you." Rajesh felt strange. "Mommy is going somewhere?" he asked. "How do i tell you." Rajesh's uncle hesitated. " She is going on long journey. So before she leaves she wants to talk with you." "I want to go with mommy.." Rajesh protested. "No you cant..." Before Rajesh could pester his uncle for more, they were standing at the entrance of Vivekanand General Hospital. It was the first time Rajesh has seen such a building. As they walked around the corridors, Rajesh saw people wearing white attire walking by. There were few people who looked sick and some were just roaming around casually. "Is this the big school?" Rajesh asked his uncle. Answer was silence.<br /><br /><br /> As they approached emergency ward , Rajesh's uncle gripped his hand more firmly. Rajesh saw few people standing at the door. They were familiar faces. And among them was his father who was crying loud. Rajesh was confused. He had never seen his father cry. For that matter he hardly remembered his father having any expression on his face at all. "How is she now?" Rajesh's uncle asked one of the person standing there. "She is no more."<br /><br /><br /> When Rajesh woke up there was silence all over the room. He wanted to meet his mother. He hardly remembered what happened yesterday. All he could recall was people crying aloud, then his mother being brought out of the ward with white bandages covering most of her face. Then he was at some ground and in front of him was a huge pyre like which Rajesh had never seen. All through this he expressed his desire to go to his mommy. But everytime he experssed this with whomever he could, he just heared wailing. He never thought adults cried so ugly. It took few days for him to realise his mother was dead and what "dead" meant.<br /><br /> As days passed by Krishna spent more and more time with his cultural activities. Rajesh was under the care of some distant relatives for some time. Then one day heared his uncle calling out for him. When he rushed towards the hall he saw his uncle holding a box of sweets. "You know what? You will have a new mommy!" His uncle was very excited. But Rajesh wasn't excited. He wanted to know what was this new mommy. But restrained. He had become very reculsive. It at all there was a person with whome he shared everything it was his mommy. And he had decided he will wait till he could join his mummy at the god's house and then bear his heart out to her. At school Rajesh was reculsive but he showed wild aggression whenever his classmates taunted him about his step mother. On one such occasion he had broken hand of a boy with hockey stick. Immediately his father was summoned to school.<br /><br /><br /> After few months Rajesh was back at his home. This time he saw a stranger in the kitchen. That was Gayathri. His step mother. Since the day one Rajesh hated his step mother. He never knew why. There was some strange feeling that this woman was responsible for his mother going on long journey. Gayathri tried to gain confidence of Rajesh quite a few times but failed. Finally she gave up. Again Krishna was not at home most of the times. Gayathri spent her time reading magazines. Rajesh felt very lonely. He missed his mother. He would often sit in the room alone and imagine his mother at his side and start telling her his daily adventures and misadventures. He lost intrest in the studies. He no more liked to mingle with his friends. On occasions he saw his father and step mother share some joke and laugh. And Rajesh hated his step mother even more.<br /><br /><br /> Years passed by. Rajesh was in college. For few days in college Rajesh avoided everybody. Then one day he met Ananth. Ananth was dark coloured and had curly hair. He always wore a silver chain which glittered in the sun. He had a strong physique. When few of the seniors were bullying Rajesh, Ananth had rescued him. Rajesh felt ananth was saving him because they belonged to same class. The truth was Ananth had already started establishing his own gang in the college and he wanted to assert his power among the seniors as well. Soon Rajesh was seen following Ananth wherever he went. For Rajesh it was the feeling of being safe and recognized with the powerful gang in the college. For ananth, Rajesh was yet another "Chela" of his. Soon Rajesh was smoking stuff. It gave him immense pleasure. Whenever he smoked stuff he felt disconnected with this world. He was in the world where his mother would still be waiting for him to hear all his stories. It was Ananth's birthday and he arranged for a party to all his "Chelas". It was supposed to be an all night party. Rajesh was eager to join the party. The party was arranged at a resort. For the first time Rajesh tasted Whisky. He loved the kick it provided. Soon after 3 pegs he collapsed. But the liquor bug had caught him. He went out with Ananth more frequently. And on some occasions stole from his home to fund the party.<br /><br /><br /> During one such party, Ananth picked up quarrel with a group of persons sitting on the near by table. Later they realised they were the big boys of the area. Rajesh had thought Ananth yeilded enough power and influence to take them on. But he realised there were bigger and certainly more powerful gangs outside the college campus. Before the trouble could get worse police arrived and took all the involved culprits to the police station. Rajesh was struggling to speak. One of the constable put his hands in upper pocket of Rajesh and took out College ID card. From that card they got Krishna's cell number . One hour later Krishna was in police station staring at Rajesh.<br /><br /><br /><br /> Rajesh and Ananth were driving through Gandhi market. Ananth was worried as he knew he was taking a chance. At any turn he could be facing "The Garudas". They were powerful and had good presence in Gandhi Market. And the "Sultans", to which ananth belonged to, seldom dared to enter the market with out proper preparation. Rajesh was not aware of this. He was still under the effect of Whisky he had been drinking since morning.<br /><br /> They stopped in front of a small pan shop. Ananth parked his bike and asked Rajesh to wait. He then proceeded towards the Pan shop. Rajesh could see Ananth having a small animated converstation with the pan wallah and then walk with into a nearby lane. Rajesh was already feeling sober. He balanced himself with one hand firmly on the bike. Rajesh was took out his cell to check the time when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. Even before he could turn back something hit him hard and he lost his balance. He had fell on the bikes parked near by taking them down along with him. When Rajesh recovered from this shock he saw around four guys surrounding him with hockey sticks in their hands. "Where is Ananth?" One of the guy who was wearing red chequered shirt and blue rough jeans, with blood red eyes and a thick mustach, roared at Rajesh. "I..I..dont know." His right elbow was hurting due to the blow. He was in lot of pain. "You are with him. Tell us where he is and we will spare you.. " The other guy chipped in. Rajesh was silent. His thoughts were full of pain in his body, that was increasing with every passing second. "Dont hurt him. He is already drunk and he will die if we hit him." Rajesh looked up. One of the guy had raised his hockey stick, appraently to hit him. The guy with red shirt was staring at Rajesh and studying him.<br /><br /><br /> "Look there..." Somebody was shouting. When all the guys turned their heads towards the direction from where the voice came from, they saw a short and fat guy pointing towards the lane where Ananth had disappeared before they arrived. Ananth saw the guys and started running. The guys chased him. Rajesh was still on the fallen bikes and struggling to stand up. He was too drunk to stand and was helped by few people who had gathered there when he was surroneded by the Garudas. Rajesh hired an auto and headed towards home. All through the journey he though only one thing. "How could Ananth leave me in such a mess and run for his life? Afterall i am his best friend."<br /><br /><br /> When Rajesh woke up his room was dark. He checked his watch. It was 10 PM. He had slept for 6 Hours. He remembered how Ananth had started running when he saw the Garudas. He felt betrayed. He felt depressed. How could his best friend leave him in trouble? What was Ananth doing at Gandhi Market and Why the hell had Rajesh accompanied him? Well all that did not matter him. He felt insecure. He felt betrayed. "Mommy..You know what....everybody is selfish... everybody...please take me where you are..." He thought as he stared at his mothers chair in his room and few drops skipped his eyes.<br /><br /><br /> Krishna was busy correcting few test books when Mr.Shastry walked into the staff room. "You know the news? Saunshi is getting retired next month." He said. Saunshi was principal of the school. He was a doctarate in sanskrit. And was also known as "Bull Dog" among the staff and students for his strict dicipline. "Sounds great!" Krisha said with a smile.<br /><br />"Actually thats good news. But you know what i was thinking of?" Shastri pulled a chair beside Krishna and slipped into it.<br /><br />"What?" Krishna was inquisitive.<br /><br />"Retirement. We will also retire in couple of years. But what has this profession given us. Are we financially stable?"<br /><br />"But we will get provident fund, pension and more over just earning money is not important for a teacher." Krishna went back to his test books.<br /><br />"How much pension do we get. It will hardly be able to get us two meals a day. And i have two daughters. Their dowry will kill me. My troubles are somewhat minimal compared to you. I atleast take tutions earn more than the salary. What about you? Are you not worried about from where you will get lakhs of ruppes when your son gets into engineering?"<br /><br />Krishna experinced unknown fear. He had not thought about this. "I dont think he will do engineering. Let him clear his PUC exams first." He closed his test books, and walked out of the staff room.<br /><br /><br />Sitting at the library Krishna was thinking about what shastry had spoken about in the morning. "How will i manage finances for his studies?" He thought. But the most important question was how to make Rajesh get clear his PUC and get good marks enought to get eligble for CET. Krishna knew Rajesh could well get Rank , provided he concentrated. "But he is not concentrating on his studies. I need to talk to him." Krishna decided.<br /><br /><br />When krishna reached home, he went straight towards his son's room. Rajesh was in deep sleep. Krishna walked towards the cot and bent to wake his son. He smelled a strong odour of liquor. His temper rose. He stared at his son for a while and walked out of the room. "He wont change..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Gayathri was packing her clothes in a suitcase which was already overflowing. She had to catch a train leaving to Mysore at 7 AM. Krishna was at his desk checking the train ticket. There was a air of excitment and joy around her. She always felt great to be with her parents, away from the lonely and depressing atmosphere at her own house. She heared a loud knock at the doors. "Comming" she shouted and the knocking stopped. She rushed to the kitchen to fetch a bowl to collect the milk. While passing through the hall she checked the clock. It was ticking at 6.15. "He is early today" She thought. When Gayathri opened the door, her facial expressions changed to that of unexpected fear. SI Vikram was staring at her. Two other constables were behind him. Last thing she ever expected was to find police at her doorstep early in the morning.<br /><br /> "Is Rajesh at home?" Vikram asked in cold voice. "Yes i guess" She wasnt sure. Rajesh was like a stranger to her and they never bothered to even say "hi" to each other. "Anything serious! " She was already trembling with fear. Meantime Krishna walked into the hall and was shocked to see SI Vikram standing at the door. He thought his worst nightmare had come true.<br /><br />Vikram could read the minds of Gayathri and Krishna. "Can i come in?" He asked and walked into the house with out waiting for the answer. "What is the matter sir?" Krishna stammered. Vikram did not answer. Ignoring the stares he placed himself on the wooden chair. "Is Rajesh home?" His eyes were probing the hall. "He must be in his room." Gayathri was now slowly walking towards Krishna. Vikram could not longer hide his motive. He felt pity and decided he could no more play it tough. "Nothing srious. His friend Ananth was murdered yesterday night. And.." Even before vikram could finish his words Krishna was shivering. "Rajesh could not have done this.I swear. He may be a rouge but definately not a murderer." He was pleading.<br /><br />Vikram let out a smile."I am not here to arrest Rajesh nor to interrogate him. Please relax. We have information it was gang rivalry. Just wanted to warn Rajesh to be at a safe distance from all this. And if he knows anything i want him to report me" Krishna and Gayathri looked at each other. "I am sorry. I just got... I I lost ..." Krishna hardly knew what he was talking. "I guess i have made myself clear. Its better if Rajesh is out of town for few days." Vikram suggested.<br /><br />"Do you mean they are after my son?" Krishna got anxious. "Well may be and may not be. But prevention is better than cure." Vikram got up. "I am leaving. But again i repeat - Its better Rajesh keep out of all this shit." And he walked out of the home leaving Krsihna and Gayathri staring into unknown.<br /><br /><br /> "Good morning sir..". His students sang in uncoordianted chorus as soon as Krishna stepped into the class. Krishna did not respond. He walked slowly upto the table, placed his books and chalk peice and stared at the students. There was no doubt among the sutdents that he was preoccupied with some thing in his mind. Krishna could hear the little murmurs taking place in his class. Krishna felt a chill and felt a terrible pain in his chest. He was sweating. Everything in the class room started to spin and he went blank. All he could hear was students running towards him and somebody shouting "inform the principal.."<br /><br /><br /><br />Rajesh was unaware of Vikrams visit. When he was awake he walked into the hall lazily. Just when he was looking for the tv remote Shiva was at his doorstep. He was breathing hard. "whats the matter?" Rajesh asked. "Ananth is dead.."<br /><br /><br />When Krishna opened his eyes he was surrounded by school staff. Nobody had cared to call for ambulance. On duty doctor of the school had informed them that nothing was serious and krishna need just some rest. He was not qualified enough to know it was mild heart ache. Krishna knew that. He wanted to see a well qualified doctor at the nearest hospital but he though about it for a while and suppressed his feelings. He excused himself from the school staff and walked back home. Reaching home he found no one. He took out a letter and started scribbling. 15 minutes later he took the envelop and placed on the tv stand. He locked his home and walked briskly towards nearby wines shop.<br /><br /><br />As Rajesh was approaching the motuary he could see people at the door with moist eyes. Somewhere from inside he could hear cries of Ananths mother. She was inconsolable. She was surrounded by few woman and Vikram was busy with few papers in his hands discussing with some constables. Rajesh walked towards Ananths mother and sat infront of her. She didnt acknowledge his presence. Vikram saw rajesh and called him over. He did not show any sentiments. He blankly asked rajesh " Do you anything that i ought to know?" Rajesh's eyes were still fixed on Ananths mother. With each passing moment he though how his mother would have reacted in similar circumstances. "Do you know the killers?" Vikram asked again. Rajesh felst sick. He was unable to talk. He walked out of mortury without reacting to vikram. Vikram stood there staring at rajesh's back.<br /><br /> Rajesh walked straight to Krishna's school. He went to staff room and looked for his father. "Might be busy with class" He thought. He walked towards the center table, took out a plain sheet, scribbled something and placed in one of the test books his father was correcting. Other staff members were watching all this. They had heard about rajesh, so nobody wanted to involve him talks. Rajesh stared them for a second or two, and walked out of the room.<br /><br /><br /> When he was out of school campus he headed towards his home. Just them a white sumo stopped infront of him. Shiva got down from the vehicle and came towards Rajesh. " We are going to drink in his memory... its too much for us to handle his loss... come join us..." He was sobbing. "No. I have taken a decision..." Even before he could finish he was being literally dragged by shiva. "In his memory..." He kept on repeating. Rajesh finally nodded. "In his memory.."<br /><br /><br />-----------<br /><br /><br /><br />Vikram was staring at the cellar. He was amused by the incidents. Rajesh and Krishna were found dead early morning when gyathri returned from her tour. Later that afternoon Vikram came in possession of two letters. Its contents made him pity both Rajesh and Krishna. "Life is curel indeed.." He thought.<br /><br /><br /><br />The End.<br /><br />Note: We dont need to be very imaginative to know the contents of the letters. If you still feel i have to include them, then i will.</span>Aham Brahmasmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17585337184615559293noreply@blogger.com0