The movie takes you to the sequence of an intelligently woven drama where one man is able to change the mind of 11 others.
Best in its class!!!
Monday, May 31, 2010
forever
I used to think in my head when i would listen to her-
"Look this is what happens when an unstoppable force meets
an immovable object. You and I are destined to do this forever."
"Look this is what happens when an unstoppable force meets
an immovable object. You and I are destined to do this forever."
Conflicts
Its very difficult to see things in isolation of prevailing set of conditions. That dreamy state of beliefs wont fetch a thing unless my convictions come into materialization.
Over the past year this has been true. This doesn't mean i m wary of my capabilities but i have to become much more organized. You see, the world outside doesn't care what you are inside unless one becomes a very good actor. But if you are not the conflicts are bound to arise. Then there are two options.
1. Hit your head on how pitiful were your actions.
2. Give your self a breather (again)!, and hope things will become favorable.
Either way you wont find the solution.
Now these internal conflicts grows and then you decide that you will change according to what is demanded outside. But while doing that you find the very special ingredients one is made up of begins to dilute.
One may find his or her best friends say " buddy you have changed now"
Then you look back and introspect was this all worth something. I mean its very important for people to nurture their basic instincts because that is what their identity is made up of.
When we talk of uniqueness this becomes a deciding factor. But what if some one's basic nature is not in conformation to what is demanded outside?
That is a very important question for me because i would not be very much keen on to hanging to this idea.
Inside me is madness.This madness feeds itself on my schizophrenic demeanor. After all this Freudian concept of psychoanalysis requires its administrator to be at least a bit twisted!
So here is the catch. Fighting with the world makes things worse but you can silently work under the cover playing and manipulating the outside according to what is inside of you.
And ya i almost forgot you should know this thing about Madness- Its like Gravity , all it requires is a little Push!!!!!
Over the past year this has been true. This doesn't mean i m wary of my capabilities but i have to become much more organized. You see, the world outside doesn't care what you are inside unless one becomes a very good actor. But if you are not the conflicts are bound to arise. Then there are two options.
1. Hit your head on how pitiful were your actions.
2. Give your self a breather (again)!, and hope things will become favorable.
Either way you wont find the solution.
Now these internal conflicts grows and then you decide that you will change according to what is demanded outside. But while doing that you find the very special ingredients one is made up of begins to dilute.
One may find his or her best friends say " buddy you have changed now"
Then you look back and introspect was this all worth something. I mean its very important for people to nurture their basic instincts because that is what their identity is made up of.
When we talk of uniqueness this becomes a deciding factor. But what if some one's basic nature is not in conformation to what is demanded outside?
That is a very important question for me because i would not be very much keen on to hanging to this idea.
Inside me is madness.This madness feeds itself on my schizophrenic demeanor. After all this Freudian concept of psychoanalysis requires its administrator to be at least a bit twisted!
So here is the catch. Fighting with the world makes things worse but you can silently work under the cover playing and manipulating the outside according to what is inside of you.
And ya i almost forgot you should know this thing about Madness- Its like Gravity , all it requires is a little Push!!!!!
Saturday, May 29, 2010
A Social Experiment
" Two small ships(Ferry) carrying about 100 people in each move along to different locations.One of the ship has Criminals in it and the other one has normal Civilians.
When the ships were in the middle of destinations both the captains find out that the connectivity has been lost. They are on their own now.
Now to their horror the crew finds out that they are wired all over with bombs.The strange thing is that they also have detonator for the bombs placed below them but not of their own but of one another!!!
Now the time is running and people have to take decision in next 15 minutes."
Question is - Who should kill whom and Why?
When the ships were in the middle of destinations both the captains find out that the connectivity has been lost. They are on their own now.
Now to their horror the crew finds out that they are wired all over with bombs.The strange thing is that they also have detonator for the bombs placed below them but not of their own but of one another!!!
Now the time is running and people have to take decision in next 15 minutes."
Question is - Who should kill whom and Why?
My New Condition- Inspired from Momento
“Are you aware of my condition?”
“Ya every time I see you.”
“So you know it.”
“Ya it’s amnesia. Is it?”
“Its not amnesia. It’s just that since the accident I can’t form new memories. I mean I remember everything that I did till that time like writing, driving and so forth.”
“What is it that you remember?”
“She is the one that I only remember”
“What is about her that you recall.”
“It’s like waking, every small detail which combines to form an experience of an individual life. Then you think about how these moments have registered unconsciously in your mind.
Just like some snapshots into the oblivion. They are close ups mostly. Whenever I think of her my attention gets transferred totally from what is real. So much that it becomes hard to find what is real and what is she.
She isn’t here. She isn’t real, says my brain. But I m too reluctant to acknowledge this fact; fact it is because its established. Almost like a bad joke. Here it right in front of me.
Then those little snippets of memory begin to fade when I m in altercation with my own pragmatic self. I lose and my intelligent self wins.
Then I think of the reason. The reason of my deterioration; the ultimate destruction of my sense of individuality, then I begin to form a picture of one who has taken her from me.
My hibernating self awakes. My lost self begins to rejuvenate. Second by second my gloomy heart begins to thump and it fills itself with rage. I feel the anger growing inside me and its vicious claws binding my every muscle with the sole purpose of destruction of him. Can feel and think of any one else. Hatred is all over me and revenge is what I want.
I will find him and I will kill him.
He will beg for what he has done and will repent when I bereave him of every single drop of his blood.”
“I donno what to say! I mean I m a God fearing person and all that but after listening to you and your condition. Just filled up with so much; its agonizing. All of it.
Just stay put. I know it’s hard to comment on this but …. Just don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“Huhh... Even if I would like to do so I just can’t help it. It’s again the mental condition”
“Oh Crap!”
“Ya every time I see you.”
“So you know it.”
“Ya it’s amnesia. Is it?”
“Its not amnesia. It’s just that since the accident I can’t form new memories. I mean I remember everything that I did till that time like writing, driving and so forth.”
“What is it that you remember?”
“She is the one that I only remember”
“What is about her that you recall.”
“It’s like waking, every small detail which combines to form an experience of an individual life. Then you think about how these moments have registered unconsciously in your mind.
Just like some snapshots into the oblivion. They are close ups mostly. Whenever I think of her my attention gets transferred totally from what is real. So much that it becomes hard to find what is real and what is she.
She isn’t here. She isn’t real, says my brain. But I m too reluctant to acknowledge this fact; fact it is because its established. Almost like a bad joke. Here it right in front of me.
Then those little snippets of memory begin to fade when I m in altercation with my own pragmatic self. I lose and my intelligent self wins.
Then I think of the reason. The reason of my deterioration; the ultimate destruction of my sense of individuality, then I begin to form a picture of one who has taken her from me.
My hibernating self awakes. My lost self begins to rejuvenate. Second by second my gloomy heart begins to thump and it fills itself with rage. I feel the anger growing inside me and its vicious claws binding my every muscle with the sole purpose of destruction of him. Can feel and think of any one else. Hatred is all over me and revenge is what I want.
I will find him and I will kill him.
He will beg for what he has done and will repent when I bereave him of every single drop of his blood.”
“I donno what to say! I mean I m a God fearing person and all that but after listening to you and your condition. Just filled up with so much; its agonizing. All of it.
Just stay put. I know it’s hard to comment on this but …. Just don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“Huhh... Even if I would like to do so I just can’t help it. It’s again the mental condition”
“Oh Crap!”
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Badi dheere jale naina-Rekha Bhardwaj-ishkiya
The music aptly establishes its intense relationship with melancholy, solidarity and sublime grief.
The classical genre interlined with modern thematic music marks a distinct effect to the senses. The lyrics are not laden with complexity at the same time they have right connection with subject but still manage to titillate certain point in the mind which accounts for emotions.
Absolute beauty and pure ingenuity marks Rekha’s voice. A typical boldness has always been with her as she has sung much popular songs earlier.
In my opinion ishkiya for the first time has given her a terrific platform to showcase her intensity and perfect control over voice.
The way she alters the pitch simply drives me crazy.
Cant get enough!!!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Ginger
"Beauty is a concept of sublimal state of mind."
Think of birds chirping in the morning; bright sunrays on a winter afternoon; splash of water droplets when you stand near a waterfall or a top seat in a roller coaster; what do think?
Ebullience, No! That would be subtle because Ginger is a volcano of Joy. In many ways she doesn’t resemble those Clichéd bollywood heroines. Simply they are creation for entertainment but Ginger creates entertainment.
Her eloquence is wittiest and style is real candid. No matter what comes by her stoic demeanor always worked. No that she is perfect but is beyond imperfections. Her appearance is domestic and earthy but as they say looks can be deceiving; the contours of her face could make any person lost. The eyes, I don’t know what to say, I’m just the narrator, possessed such amounts of tranquility that is equivalent to a shot of morphine. Black eyes; damn they are beautiful.
Those cheek bones with swift movement of lips, when she talked, made her look like an obvious friend.
I once read a book about various face and the kind of emotions they generate in the eyes of the onlooker. There were some interesting observations in the book. Like men with mouthstache(check spelling) are more trustworthy and so on.
If such a science exists, then I can say one thing for sure. Ginger obviously had that advantage of trustworthiness. People would naturally be attracted to her just because they felt that they will help.
Her fan club had people of all ages and in the Princeton Street she was not less than a local hero.
Ginger belonged to small family and was fascinated by only one concept people and only people. She had a peculiar quality when she dealt with them. Her point of attention may be one person at a time and another on a different day. She never used to get attached with one subject for a long time. However she did all that so inadvertently.
I cant thing of a girl like that? Who is she?
Lost in the trail I guess.
Think of birds chirping in the morning; bright sunrays on a winter afternoon; splash of water droplets when you stand near a waterfall or a top seat in a roller coaster; what do think?
Ebullience, No! That would be subtle because Ginger is a volcano of Joy. In many ways she doesn’t resemble those Clichéd bollywood heroines. Simply they are creation for entertainment but Ginger creates entertainment.
Her eloquence is wittiest and style is real candid. No matter what comes by her stoic demeanor always worked. No that she is perfect but is beyond imperfections. Her appearance is domestic and earthy but as they say looks can be deceiving; the contours of her face could make any person lost. The eyes, I don’t know what to say, I’m just the narrator, possessed such amounts of tranquility that is equivalent to a shot of morphine. Black eyes; damn they are beautiful.
Those cheek bones with swift movement of lips, when she talked, made her look like an obvious friend.
I once read a book about various face and the kind of emotions they generate in the eyes of the onlooker. There were some interesting observations in the book. Like men with mouthstache(check spelling) are more trustworthy and so on.
If such a science exists, then I can say one thing for sure. Ginger obviously had that advantage of trustworthiness. People would naturally be attracted to her just because they felt that they will help.
Her fan club had people of all ages and in the Princeton Street she was not less than a local hero.
Ginger belonged to small family and was fascinated by only one concept people and only people. She had a peculiar quality when she dealt with them. Her point of attention may be one person at a time and another on a different day. She never used to get attached with one subject for a long time. However she did all that so inadvertently.
I cant thing of a girl like that? Who is she?
Lost in the trail I guess.
Fear-A play in the development(No Dialogues)
This city deserves a better class of criminal. And I’m gonna give it to them.
Scene 1: Tranquility
Annie and Michael had a four year son. They named him as Jason. Living near country side they had little social circle and a few friends. This idea of having a wooden house was Annie’s and she had done quite a justice to that. Small community of Jacksonville had every thing essential like school, hospital and church. The couple was highly educated and had earned quite a respect in the locality.
It was snow covered winter; Michael was at home after work. Jason was playing in his cart with Toys. Annie was making home. Outside the there were platonic winds gushing through the window creak in to the living room. Street lights flickered and road alongside was empty. Light music of Coldplay marked a distinct echo in the surroundings.
This went on a while.
Jason drops of the cradle while playing coyishly. Crawling on his feet he comes near the window pane; slightly lower than usual and parallel with the bed.
The soft toy falls off the edge outside the window and onto the floor covered with the snow.
Coldplay continues to play. Annie and Michael are involved as earlier.
Scene 2: Grief
Annie and Michael are disturbed. Pain is not constant but interlining with thoughts and it stings like a needle pricking you in the brain after every second.
Once second you are unassumingly getting yourself in the ploy of being not hurt at all. But in another second you become cognizant of the loss and break into pieces.
Michael is hurt inside but on the surface he is just inundated with agony. Annie is tormented. Couple of times she did try to assault herself.
Jeopardy is not quite withstanding to mortals.
Every new furnishing in the house just seems like a caricature now.
Food doesn’t taste like it. Fragrance becomes obnoxious.
Scene 1: Tranquility
Annie and Michael had a four year son. They named him as Jason. Living near country side they had little social circle and a few friends. This idea of having a wooden house was Annie’s and she had done quite a justice to that. Small community of Jacksonville had every thing essential like school, hospital and church. The couple was highly educated and had earned quite a respect in the locality.
It was snow covered winter; Michael was at home after work. Jason was playing in his cart with Toys. Annie was making home. Outside the there were platonic winds gushing through the window creak in to the living room. Street lights flickered and road alongside was empty. Light music of Coldplay marked a distinct echo in the surroundings.
This went on a while.
Jason drops of the cradle while playing coyishly. Crawling on his feet he comes near the window pane; slightly lower than usual and parallel with the bed.
The soft toy falls off the edge outside the window and onto the floor covered with the snow.
Coldplay continues to play. Annie and Michael are involved as earlier.
Scene 2: Grief
Annie and Michael are disturbed. Pain is not constant but interlining with thoughts and it stings like a needle pricking you in the brain after every second.
Once second you are unassumingly getting yourself in the ploy of being not hurt at all. But in another second you become cognizant of the loss and break into pieces.
Michael is hurt inside but on the surface he is just inundated with agony. Annie is tormented. Couple of times she did try to assault herself.
Jeopardy is not quite withstanding to mortals.
Every new furnishing in the house just seems like a caricature now.
Food doesn’t taste like it. Fragrance becomes obnoxious.
trainspotting
This city deserves a better class of criminal. And I’m gonna give it to them.
Choose life.
Choose a color TV, choose big Washing Machine, choose a hefty house , choose big pocket salary, choose football team, choose big annual payments ,choose a nice car, choose tax returns, choose big savings plan, choose security, choose whatever is called sanity in this world and you will be the role model for mob.
I mean tommy, lee and sick boy were precisely not choosing the above but then what the fcuk.
“ Tommy,tommy , tommy” lee was regaining and loosing consciousness as if a novice is thrown in pool of water longing for a breath in air.
“What” Tommy did even mind to let lee to complete the sentence.
“Sick boy”
“ya mate go on don’t waste my time” Tommy was busy with Saturday Football match. I mean that is really something important.
“ Sick boy got a stroke Tobby”
“ Stroke, What stroke”
“Asthma Stroke , sonofabitch. He’s fucking dying”
“ya I kindafeel a déjà vu. Heard that a couple of times earlier”
“Asshole he’s gonna die for real this time.”
“ Lee, u asswipe. He’s not gonna die. He has inhaler. Ok. Stupid Moron.”
“ Ya Einstein. I know that. But that’s the catch. He forgot to bring his inhaler.”
“ What?????”
“You heard me.”
A roar of panic amidst high uproar of Crowd cheering for Manchester United as Rooney dances along the ball towards the goal.
Everything Stops.
Lee is speechless and tommy is thoughtless. In between this Sick boy is gonna die.
What to do. Both of them cant think of a solution for a while.
Finally their eyes fixates to TV for that winner goal by Rooney.
Eases the tension for a while and then goes the final Sigh of Sick Boy.
Guess what he was cheering for?
“Assholes bring my fucking inhaler to me. It’s with my Mom.”
Both of them got off the bike in a instant.
Its later after midnight. Mind is bearing two emotions. MU won. Sick Boy is dying.
Now MU has won already so no point beating that head onto the wall. Tommy climbs on the pavement of Sickboy’s house. In the dark he cant find the panacea- The Inhaler.
Lee too climbs up from the balcony to find the same, but can’t find it.
Some time passes by. OMG Sick boy gonna die dude. Gotta do something. His parents were outstation. The house is locked already. Gotta find an alternative.
Tommy was smart. Atleast he had a rich knowledge. Don’t think it was encyclopedia; it was movies.
Strong Coffee can suppress the chocking in the windpipe for a while in case of Asthma patients. He recalled some movie in which a kid girl was kidnapped who suffered from the same disease.
He reached for his mobile. He called Sick Boy. Told him the same.He wasn’t in a position to react to his hearing sense. So he texted him the same.
“ Man this trick of ours should work and give us some more time.”
“Who else has this wicked disease?”
Lee was thinking in the right direction.
“Prof. Humad”
“Not an option dude.”
“Neha”
“Seriously lee u wants us to be expelled or what?”
“Dude Sick boy will die if he doesn’t get that inhaler”
“Let me clear this thing lee. Sick boy can’t die of an asthma stroke.”
“Is that a 100% true statement”
“Of course lee that is just a reassuring statement. Also nothing is 100% true statement”
“Sun rises in the east. And that is 100% True.”
“Fuck not. That’s not 100% true. In some areas say polar. This is a flawed statement.”
“Tommy. Sick boy is dying. We need that inhaler in any cost, right now. “Humad is too wicked to give us that thing.”
“ Lee you are getting emotional now. Follow logic. Getting screwed by humad is not big against saving his life.”
“ Ya tommy your logic is flawed. Because Humad will screw us and also would personally kill Sick boy if he got the info that we have burglarized his house in the middle of night.”
“ See Lee. We got to do this. Because Neha is simply not an option.”
“ Why tommy. Are you getting emotional now?”
He smirks.
“ Its not the time for bantering lee.”
“Oh is it? Are you serious?”
“Like Cancer”
“I dinno tommy. Sorry”
“Why are you sorry?”
“ Cos I didn’t know that you broke up with her.”
“Shut up lee.”
Choose life.
Choose a color TV, choose big Washing Machine, choose a hefty house , choose big pocket salary, choose football team, choose big annual payments ,choose a nice car, choose tax returns, choose big savings plan, choose security, choose whatever is called sanity in this world and you will be the role model for mob.
I mean tommy, lee and sick boy were precisely not choosing the above but then what the fcuk.
“ Tommy,tommy , tommy” lee was regaining and loosing consciousness as if a novice is thrown in pool of water longing for a breath in air.
“What” Tommy did even mind to let lee to complete the sentence.
“Sick boy”
“ya mate go on don’t waste my time” Tommy was busy with Saturday Football match. I mean that is really something important.
“ Sick boy got a stroke Tobby”
“ Stroke, What stroke”
“Asthma Stroke , sonofabitch. He’s fucking dying”
“ya I kindafeel a déjà vu. Heard that a couple of times earlier”
“Asshole he’s gonna die for real this time.”
“ Lee, u asswipe. He’s not gonna die. He has inhaler. Ok. Stupid Moron.”
“ Ya Einstein. I know that. But that’s the catch. He forgot to bring his inhaler.”
“ What?????”
“You heard me.”
A roar of panic amidst high uproar of Crowd cheering for Manchester United as Rooney dances along the ball towards the goal.
Everything Stops.
Lee is speechless and tommy is thoughtless. In between this Sick boy is gonna die.
What to do. Both of them cant think of a solution for a while.
Finally their eyes fixates to TV for that winner goal by Rooney.
Eases the tension for a while and then goes the final Sigh of Sick Boy.
Guess what he was cheering for?
“Assholes bring my fucking inhaler to me. It’s with my Mom.”
Both of them got off the bike in a instant.
Its later after midnight. Mind is bearing two emotions. MU won. Sick Boy is dying.
Now MU has won already so no point beating that head onto the wall. Tommy climbs on the pavement of Sickboy’s house. In the dark he cant find the panacea- The Inhaler.
Lee too climbs up from the balcony to find the same, but can’t find it.
Some time passes by. OMG Sick boy gonna die dude. Gotta do something. His parents were outstation. The house is locked already. Gotta find an alternative.
Tommy was smart. Atleast he had a rich knowledge. Don’t think it was encyclopedia; it was movies.
Strong Coffee can suppress the chocking in the windpipe for a while in case of Asthma patients. He recalled some movie in which a kid girl was kidnapped who suffered from the same disease.
He reached for his mobile. He called Sick Boy. Told him the same.He wasn’t in a position to react to his hearing sense. So he texted him the same.
“ Man this trick of ours should work and give us some more time.”
“Who else has this wicked disease?”
Lee was thinking in the right direction.
“Prof. Humad”
“Not an option dude.”
“Neha”
“Seriously lee u wants us to be expelled or what?”
“Dude Sick boy will die if he doesn’t get that inhaler”
“Let me clear this thing lee. Sick boy can’t die of an asthma stroke.”
“Is that a 100% true statement”
“Of course lee that is just a reassuring statement. Also nothing is 100% true statement”
“Sun rises in the east. And that is 100% True.”
“Fuck not. That’s not 100% true. In some areas say polar. This is a flawed statement.”
“Tommy. Sick boy is dying. We need that inhaler in any cost, right now. “Humad is too wicked to give us that thing.”
“ Lee you are getting emotional now. Follow logic. Getting screwed by humad is not big against saving his life.”
“ Ya tommy your logic is flawed. Because Humad will screw us and also would personally kill Sick boy if he got the info that we have burglarized his house in the middle of night.”
“ See Lee. We got to do this. Because Neha is simply not an option.”
“ Why tommy. Are you getting emotional now?”
He smirks.
“ Its not the time for bantering lee.”
“Oh is it? Are you serious?”
“Like Cancer”
“I dinno tommy. Sorry”
“Why are you sorry?”
“ Cos I didn’t know that you broke up with her.”
“Shut up lee.”
Friday, May 14, 2010
joker- famous dialogue
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We are tonight’s entertainment! Well, you look nervous. Is it the scars? You want to know how I got ‘em? Come here. Hey! Look at me. So I had a wife, beautiful, like you, who tells me I worry too much. Who tells me I ought to smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks… Look at me! One day, they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can’t take it. I just want to see her smile again, hm? I just want her to know that I don’t care about the scars. So… I stick a razor in my mouth and do this…to myself. And you know what? She can’t stand the sight of me! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I’m always smiling! A little fight in you. I like that. Batman: Then you’re going to love me.
ya it was in feb last year
I guess the intimacy is growing and now just cant let go that feeling that u r the person who is closest to me.
I want to hug u tightly and kiss u indefinitely.
Its like that every moment will have its worth only when its spent with you.On the top of that this pure warmness-in-cold weather is making the situation worse than ever.
Questions like why didn't she met me earliar,pop in my mind. But they too quickly fade out when i see your face in my dreams.
I never imagined that i can be in so real love ever in my life,so dependent on someone that mere thought of seperation shake me up.
Dont question the good things that happen right now, let that happen which gives you the supreme joy.
I want to hug u tightly and kiss u indefinitely.
Its like that every moment will have its worth only when its spent with you.On the top of that this pure warmness-in-cold weather is making the situation worse than ever.
Questions like why didn't she met me earliar,pop in my mind. But they too quickly fade out when i see your face in my dreams.
I never imagined that i can be in so real love ever in my life,so dependent on someone that mere thought of seperation shake me up.
Dont question the good things that happen right now, let that happen which gives you the supreme joy.
tikona
Any ways i've been philosophical at times but then that's what it is when you speak from heart and not mind because the later has complexities of its own but the former is like a perrenial river , flows forever .Sometimes i think why people plan their life,like one should do this when that happens or they say one must not do this but that . They patronize us by their so called "experiences" and this makes the life monotonous , liability and more like a arena where you are the fighter who's gonna face challanges and everyone is watching you . They see how you handle the things and emerge as a "good" fighter.What if one just wants to roam in the arena and play in the mud naked.(pardon my imagination)But no if you do that you will not be a "successful civilized" person.I mean these so called civilized people when the things are pretty fuckedup will eat each other.Why dont we introduce some anarchy and lets see how things turn out.
What if i kiss the girl first and then talk .Well think about it..I digress a lot ,(oye that can be interesting at times too.)I want to say something to you . Which i think if i dont say to you will kill me slowly from inside.So ya read on.. i'am a guy of low profile, like not to pretend but to speak on face and when i'm not able to do it i miserably fail myself. why i'm telleing you this ? guess in a very short while we've got along so well and if things dont get in the way we like them we are bafflled .Remember i told that life is a dream people come and get near us, many last for a less time but some remain closer to us forever. i found you as that person who i now will never be able to part with.
With you i have this transcendal experiences just like mmmm...... like when you sleep for the entire day and wake up late on the next evening and could not recall what day it is...like when you think of something and instantly you get the taste of it on the tongue.you wish to savour that taste for ever...like when someone calls you the most special one......like you watch a beautiful dream and the mind says how can it be possible and you argue with yourself that for once let that happen.....like when its the exam you are not prepared and just with that there must be an earthquake or something and the school is destroyed.There are many such subtle experiences and seeing you is just of such experiences.
What if i kiss the girl first and then talk .Well think about it..I digress a lot ,(oye that can be interesting at times too.)I want to say something to you . Which i think if i dont say to you will kill me slowly from inside.So ya read on.. i'am a guy of low profile, like not to pretend but to speak on face and when i'm not able to do it i miserably fail myself. why i'm telleing you this ? guess in a very short while we've got along so well and if things dont get in the way we like them we are bafflled .Remember i told that life is a dream people come and get near us, many last for a less time but some remain closer to us forever. i found you as that person who i now will never be able to part with.
With you i have this transcendal experiences just like mmmm...... like when you sleep for the entire day and wake up late on the next evening and could not recall what day it is...like when you think of something and instantly you get the taste of it on the tongue.you wish to savour that taste for ever...like when someone calls you the most special one......like you watch a beautiful dream and the mind says how can it be possible and you argue with yourself that for once let that happen.....like when its the exam you are not prepared and just with that there must be an earthquake or something and the school is destroyed.There are many such subtle experiences and seeing you is just of such experiences.
post
Its one of the best day today.
"The weather is very bad" says a weather forecast.But this is the day i was looking for.An odd day.A very cold day with rains along with it!I'm literally dying for it.What do you recall on a day like this.I feel so fresh,i feel as if i'm born today!
The fog engulfing the hathaikheda lake(a small one) near my house.Entire ground was drenched with water and the kind of smell of earth, which one normally expect in the rainy season,giving the mind what it really needs-Peace.Ahhh.
After the environment was so productive how can i stop my mind to not to be quixotic.I couldn't stop romanticizing the idea of being at love.I guess we aquarians aren't that bad when it comes to emotions.
Anyways keepin the discussion to the situation pertinnent now.
Once i heard something bad. Really bad. I got to know what is the meaning of loss.
That's a kind of funny situation in which you don't know how to react.It even gets more complicated as1.You don't get time to react.2.Even if you do get it,you dont know whether to be happy or to be sad.Well i sure recall those famous lines of Shakespeare "to be, or not to be".My possible response could be 1.oh really, you are kidding me right.(this would give me some time to think to actually seep in the information)2.ya woo.. that's good. awesome.yeah .. i'm very happy for you.(this means i'm all fucked up dude,u know what ..........again!)
Yesterday when we were sitting and talking i could still recall certain expressions of your face, very cute,sublime and god knows what.
"The weather is very bad" says a weather forecast.But this is the day i was looking for.An odd day.A very cold day with rains along with it!I'm literally dying for it.What do you recall on a day like this.I feel so fresh,i feel as if i'm born today!
The fog engulfing the hathaikheda lake(a small one) near my house.Entire ground was drenched with water and the kind of smell of earth, which one normally expect in the rainy season,giving the mind what it really needs-Peace.Ahhh.
After the environment was so productive how can i stop my mind to not to be quixotic.I couldn't stop romanticizing the idea of being at love.I guess we aquarians aren't that bad when it comes to emotions.
Anyways keepin the discussion to the situation pertinnent now.
Once i heard something bad. Really bad. I got to know what is the meaning of loss.
That's a kind of funny situation in which you don't know how to react.It even gets more complicated as1.You don't get time to react.2.Even if you do get it,you dont know whether to be happy or to be sad.Well i sure recall those famous lines of Shakespeare "to be, or not to be".My possible response could be 1.oh really, you are kidding me right.(this would give me some time to think to actually seep in the information)2.ya woo.. that's good. awesome.yeah .. i'm very happy for you.(this means i'm all fucked up dude,u know what ..........again!)
Yesterday when we were sitting and talking i could still recall certain expressions of your face, very cute,sublime and god knows what.
Eduucation- foood for thought
Today i had a chat with my friend about the present educational system. Its inconsistencies have always giving me creeps ever since i coudn't understand the point of cramming the cronology of dates in history in 7th grade.I liked physics and maths solely because the teachers were cute ladies. To please them i would be uptodate in the class , funny when interacting and behave like a stud. Now i guess it never mattered to them and i big a idiot i was . However that was a good motivation which fetched me good marks though.
The physics teacher (we used to call them teacher and not mam!) kinda asked me once why you score a bit less in the theory class inspite of doing extraordinarily in class. How i could tell her that if she was right beside me i could have scored a 100 for her .
That was about when i was too young, later when i serously began to question things more emphatically i came across a teacher who kinda changed my life. Fr. Davis taught me to "think freely" . He used to say that to be a civilized person you just dont have to wear cloth , eat food and have sex. That is something a pet-dog could do. He urged me to question everything even if it is stated in the textbooks.
But the kind of system which we follow now is a caricature of the basic tenets on which it was designed , like wisdom , leadersip and a quest for knowlege.
The system now we see is more like a distorted and obsolete form of Britishers' legacy. It kills the creativity and encourage muggism.
How one can apply the knowledge untill he know about the life.Ancient mythology tells that students earliar were taught the art of living rather that just mingling with details.
When Dronacharya asked Arjun about the target he precisely knew what the target is and what he is after.
Can we expect the same confidence and enthusiasm when it comes to 'apply' the things learned. No there is almost no connectivity in the education and the life.
Thus we see that some of the well educated families are the ones who commit the most shameful crimes such as dowry,woman's subjucation and abuse to name a few.
The root cause of terrorism was considered to be illiteracy,but investigation agencies later found that there is also a 'technical wing' in the terrorist organisations who sends the threat mails.
osama bin laden is a civil engineer.
Lets see the middle class family and understand the cause of their grievences. Young people after that 10+2 narrows down their career goals to either engineering or medical.Their is seriosly a mind vaccuum which is created which stops them to even think , selfanalyse and introspect(atmavishleshan).
Because if that is done the abusrd realities will fall on their faces.Therefore these ambiguities will only add to the thus generated chaos.What if their heart tells them to go for movie making, animation,gaming ,geology,tourism, journalism,painting etc. "No these non parallel activies never pays" these are the words of the oldies.I dont know who made them the yardstick setters when it come to deciding the life of a young man or woman.
Thus when this young generation from middle class go for the same kind of education as demanded by marked forces and not enlightened minds they fall prey to the money-grobbing parasites who suck their blood in exchange for so called 'affable environment' to work in.
This creates a dissatisfaction from within and a mask of lavish life on the outside.Again they dont just want to come out of that dream. Because they know if they look inside there be a chilling sense of rendezvous with truth on the face.
To hide it some opt for MBA again because of a simple notion "follow the herd to be safe".Barring a few exceptions every one has the same story.
Those exceptions becomes leaders and probably this is the reason that there are only a few leaders and a mob of followers.
Seriously one would like to sidetrack my opinion as completely farfetched and pessimistic,but i would say that its the high time now that we INTROSPECT AND ACT. PS RAHUL
The physics teacher (we used to call them teacher and not mam!) kinda asked me once why you score a bit less in the theory class inspite of doing extraordinarily in class. How i could tell her that if she was right beside me i could have scored a 100 for her .
That was about when i was too young, later when i serously began to question things more emphatically i came across a teacher who kinda changed my life. Fr. Davis taught me to "think freely" . He used to say that to be a civilized person you just dont have to wear cloth , eat food and have sex. That is something a pet-dog could do. He urged me to question everything even if it is stated in the textbooks.
But the kind of system which we follow now is a caricature of the basic tenets on which it was designed , like wisdom , leadersip and a quest for knowlege.
The system now we see is more like a distorted and obsolete form of Britishers' legacy. It kills the creativity and encourage muggism.
How one can apply the knowledge untill he know about the life.Ancient mythology tells that students earliar were taught the art of living rather that just mingling with details.
When Dronacharya asked Arjun about the target he precisely knew what the target is and what he is after.
Can we expect the same confidence and enthusiasm when it comes to 'apply' the things learned. No there is almost no connectivity in the education and the life.
Thus we see that some of the well educated families are the ones who commit the most shameful crimes such as dowry,woman's subjucation and abuse to name a few.
The root cause of terrorism was considered to be illiteracy,but investigation agencies later found that there is also a 'technical wing' in the terrorist organisations who sends the threat mails.
osama bin laden is a civil engineer.
Lets see the middle class family and understand the cause of their grievences. Young people after that 10+2 narrows down their career goals to either engineering or medical.Their is seriosly a mind vaccuum which is created which stops them to even think , selfanalyse and introspect(atmavishleshan).
Because if that is done the abusrd realities will fall on their faces.Therefore these ambiguities will only add to the thus generated chaos.What if their heart tells them to go for movie making, animation,gaming ,geology,tourism, journalism,painting etc. "No these non parallel activies never pays" these are the words of the oldies.I dont know who made them the yardstick setters when it come to deciding the life of a young man or woman.
Thus when this young generation from middle class go for the same kind of education as demanded by marked forces and not enlightened minds they fall prey to the money-grobbing parasites who suck their blood in exchange for so called 'affable environment' to work in.
This creates a dissatisfaction from within and a mask of lavish life on the outside.Again they dont just want to come out of that dream. Because they know if they look inside there be a chilling sense of rendezvous with truth on the face.
To hide it some opt for MBA again because of a simple notion "follow the herd to be safe".Barring a few exceptions every one has the same story.
Those exceptions becomes leaders and probably this is the reason that there are only a few leaders and a mob of followers.
Seriously one would like to sidetrack my opinion as completely farfetched and pessimistic,but i would say that its the high time now that we INTROSPECT AND ACT. PS RAHUL
Thursday, May 13, 2010
"i dont want to be a product of environment, i want my environment to be a product of me."
"i dont want to be a product of environment, i want my environment to be a product of me."
Stillness in the environment,warm wind on my face,a naughty sun staring at me when i take shade in your hairlocks.I didn't felt that fragrance since a long time.As i stare her just to make her laugh,it seems to me that i have won the world. First time i felt the time was still.I could have lived my entire life in that moment.The way she shakes her head in despair and suppressing her smile , i could say nothing and try to savour the moment forever.
I then think that when life is small why everyone has to run to live through it.Now its like a subtle effect of light drug that they say stops time.I tried but it was just slowing things a little bit but with her its like i dont want to do anything but keep looking at her.
When she tells some-sweet-funny-thing i just couldn't understand anything but her eyes.its happens that in the middle of it i ask her about whom she was talking.
What happens to a guy like me who has been through much meets this girl.Dont you say that i've been overreacting and mumbling the rhetorics,do say that i'm closer to the stage when a person gets to know what a seet thing life is.
For the first time its happening that i dont want anything but her.I imagine her with me side by side having conversations.I like hyperacting the things out just like the kids do.
Stillness in the environment,warm wind on my face,a naughty sun staring at me when i take shade in your hairlocks.I didn't felt that fragrance since a long time.As i stare her just to make her laugh,it seems to me that i have won the world. First time i felt the time was still.I could have lived my entire life in that moment.The way she shakes her head in despair and suppressing her smile , i could say nothing and try to savour the moment forever.
I then think that when life is small why everyone has to run to live through it.Now its like a subtle effect of light drug that they say stops time.I tried but it was just slowing things a little bit but with her its like i dont want to do anything but keep looking at her.
When she tells some-sweet-funny-thing i just couldn't understand anything but her eyes.its happens that in the middle of it i ask her about whom she was talking.
What happens to a guy like me who has been through much meets this girl.Dont you say that i've been overreacting and mumbling the rhetorics,do say that i'm closer to the stage when a person gets to know what a seet thing life is.
For the first time its happening that i dont want anything but her.I imagine her with me side by side having conversations.I like hyperacting the things out just like the kids do.
An Interview
Miss Naim Siddiqui(39) still has a grim picture, of 10dec 92 communal riots at Bhopal, in her mind. The cruel coincidence was that her birthday happened to be on the same day. Her house was burnt to rags by a mob. “It was god who had given us and it is him who gas taken back from us” consoles her father after Naim saw her brothers and sisters’ books and things burned to ashes.
The harmony of the city was broken by Post Babri riots which lasted for a week.
The city was divided on communal lines for the first time after the gas tragedy.
Miss Naim recalls the day; that day a sadhu came to their house asking for her mother to come out to take blessings .he stayed there for a while and went away from the place before marking the house with a chalk or some thing . later in the evening some of the Hindu confidants of Siddiqui family alerted them about the brewing anger in the Hindu community. But Mr. Siddiqui felt a bit awkward as he was a revered figure in the neighborhood because of his education and stature .any way when they saw the environment of tension and disgust building up they sheltered at Mr Shrivastava’s (house at the back of Siddiqui’s).Naim could actually listen the voices of the mod because of the proximity. They inadvertently went into their neighbor,Mr. david’s house but someone directed the mod towards her house.”They were asking among themselves about the accessories such as hairdryer which they could not make out as it was imported” she says jokingly.
The Siddiqui family was wrecked financially and emotionally because it was their native home and never expected such a reaction from people. But Namim’s father inspired them to carry on and not to hassle over the things. He told them to use this thing as the positive energy which would help them to succeed. He said that education is the biggest tool to fight the evils of the society. ”Khudi ko kar buland itna ki har takdir ke pehle khuda bande se puche bata teri raza kya hai ”he used to say to his children.
As a result Naim’s younger sister who had to take a drop year while preparing for medical exams is now a doctor. Her elder brother is now a computer engineer and works a reputed software firm. She herself went on to pursue masters in computer education.
Her father Mr. Asif Siddiqui retired as AGM, BHEL Bhopal used to get repeated threats from fundamentalists even after the whole thing. He always insured that his kids should get all kinds of comfort. Once it happened that it was a bit hot day and her father scolded them for why was the fan off. But after their house was burned he really didn’t care but used to get sad. This is greatest discomfort Naim feels even now.
She feels that it was all politically motivated.BJP then government had no real issues to win elections engineered riots and also lost the elections. But on the other hand siddiqui family had voted for Shivraj Singh’s BJP govt. because of the good development work it did.
“Hatred takes no one any where “these are the guiding words of her father which has helped them to rise again.
GOVERNMENT’S RESPONSE
· A meager compensation of 10,000 rupees.
News clippings
Post-Babri Bhopal riots a conspiracy: Report
EXPRESS NEWS SERVICE Posted: Mar 05, 2004 at 0000 hrs IST
BHOPAL, MARCH 4 Twelve years after the riots, and four years after it was submitted, the inquiry report into the post-Babri Masjid demolition riots in Bhopal and Ujjain was tabled in the Madhya Pradesh Assembly today.
The then BJP government in the state was dismissed for failing to maintain law and order during the week-long riots that left 142 dead, 34 of them in police firing. But the report, while a damning indictment of the state administrative, intelligence and police machinery, concludes that it is ‘‘not possible to say whether it was any political party that had hands in engineering riots in Bhopal’’. At the same time, the report also makes the claim that the riots were the result of ‘‘a wholly planned action’’.
The report holds the BJP government responsible for failing to control the law and order and inspire confidence in the Muslims. It concludes: ‘‘At the ministerial level, the BJP government had failed to inspire confidence in the Muslims. The Government had failed to prevent the communal riots and to control them on the 7th and 8th of December 1992.’’ It observes: ‘‘The widespread unprecedented mob violence seen in Bhopal was an eye-opener as to the frail structure of the communal harmony and the far-reaching consequences of use of ethnic issues to serve political ends. The security of life and prosperity which any good government had to provide had disappeared.’’
But on the more specific charge of engineering the riots, it concludes, ‘‘Various latches in the action of the administration in taking preventive measures and not taking timely action was not deliberate, but as said earlier, the result of complacency that nothing will happen at Bhopal and failure of local intelligence to give them proper information about the growing trouble. It cannot be said that the Government desired or engineered the riot.’’
The report adds: ‘‘The Commission made an attempt to seek the CBI’s help to find out as to who engineered the riots. The CBI also gave up the investigation and search because after some time they were unable to get any clues as to who was behind these riots. The riots were the result of a well-planned conspiracy...the place where the conspiracy was planned could have been either inside Madhya Pradesh or more likely that it was not in Madhya Pradesh and therefore the local intelligence had not the opportunity of sensing a remote whisper.’’
The report is, however, far more specific about administrative, intelligence and police failures. The then District Magistrate, DIG, IGP and DGP have been held responsible for the inadequacy of the police force in Bhopal. The then DM has also been held responsible for belatedly seeking the Army’s help. The DM, the then Home Secretary, the Chief Secretary have been held responsible for not placing the town under prohibitory orders from December 6, 1992.
The MP administration which had accepted the report under the Digvijay regime, while agreeing with the broad thrust of the report, has disagreed with the conclusion over some vital issues.
The then Home Secretary while submitting the report to the Assembly in Sept 2003, has disagreed with the conclusion that there was no concrete evidence to connect any political party with riots. While accepting the failure of the then DM, the then SP and intelligence setup, the Home Secretary has disagreed with the conclusion that the then Chief Secretary, Home Secretary, IGP and Commissioner were also accountable for the lapses.
Amarnath row singes Indore, four killed
Four persons were killed and over two dozen including a policeman were injured in violence in Indore as saffron activists unleashed a reign of error across the BJP-ruled Madhya Pradesh
during the VHP-sponsored Bharat bandh on Thursday.
Tension prevailed in several communally sensitive areas of Bhopal too as Bajrang Dal men forced closure of shops, damaged vehicles and beat up commuters.
Jabalpur, Jhabua, Dhar, Dewas, Hoshangabad, Satna and several other towns also witnessed vandalism. Jeweller Hiralal in Satna set himself afire as VHP workers forced him to close his shop. He sustained 90 per cent burns. In Indore, curfew was imposed in four areas following violence.
RK Choudhry, Indore SP, said three persons were killed and several others injured in clashes between two communities. An injured person succumbed to his injuries later.
The collector and the SP confirmed the four deaths but refused to disclose the identities of the deceased, saying it would increase tension. They said two of the deceased died of bullet injuries while two others were killed by miscreants.The Congress and the Left parties said the violence was a well-planned BJP conspiracy to whip up communal passions ahead of the assembly elections and sought dismissal of the Shivraj Singh Chouhan Government.
“The Shivraj government has completely surrendered before the saffron terrorists. There is enough proof of the BJP’s involvement in today’s violence and therefore, the Governor should recommend President’s Rule in Madhya Pradesh,” said Leader of the Opposition Jamuna Devi.
In other states
Bandh remained largely peaceful in other parts of the country. It was naturally successful in BJP-ruled states or in those where the party is sharing power.
Surprisingly in Gujarat, normal life was almost uninterrupted as the ruling BJP had dissociated itself from the VHP-sponsored protest action.
This was done to prevent communal tension from arising on the eve of the Rath Yatra beginning on Friday. But political observers saw it as Narendra Modi’s subtle message to the VHP — on how limited its influence is without the BJP’s backing.(With inputs from state bureaux)
The harmony of the city was broken by Post Babri riots which lasted for a week.
The city was divided on communal lines for the first time after the gas tragedy.
Miss Naim recalls the day; that day a sadhu came to their house asking for her mother to come out to take blessings .he stayed there for a while and went away from the place before marking the house with a chalk or some thing . later in the evening some of the Hindu confidants of Siddiqui family alerted them about the brewing anger in the Hindu community. But Mr. Siddiqui felt a bit awkward as he was a revered figure in the neighborhood because of his education and stature .any way when they saw the environment of tension and disgust building up they sheltered at Mr Shrivastava’s (house at the back of Siddiqui’s).Naim could actually listen the voices of the mod because of the proximity. They inadvertently went into their neighbor,Mr. david’s house but someone directed the mod towards her house.”They were asking among themselves about the accessories such as hairdryer which they could not make out as it was imported” she says jokingly.
The Siddiqui family was wrecked financially and emotionally because it was their native home and never expected such a reaction from people. But Namim’s father inspired them to carry on and not to hassle over the things. He told them to use this thing as the positive energy which would help them to succeed. He said that education is the biggest tool to fight the evils of the society. ”Khudi ko kar buland itna ki har takdir ke pehle khuda bande se puche bata teri raza kya hai ”he used to say to his children.
As a result Naim’s younger sister who had to take a drop year while preparing for medical exams is now a doctor. Her elder brother is now a computer engineer and works a reputed software firm. She herself went on to pursue masters in computer education.
Her father Mr. Asif Siddiqui retired as AGM, BHEL Bhopal used to get repeated threats from fundamentalists even after the whole thing. He always insured that his kids should get all kinds of comfort. Once it happened that it was a bit hot day and her father scolded them for why was the fan off. But after their house was burned he really didn’t care but used to get sad. This is greatest discomfort Naim feels even now.
She feels that it was all politically motivated.BJP then government had no real issues to win elections engineered riots and also lost the elections. But on the other hand siddiqui family had voted for Shivraj Singh’s BJP govt. because of the good development work it did.
“Hatred takes no one any where “these are the guiding words of her father which has helped them to rise again.
GOVERNMENT’S RESPONSE
· A meager compensation of 10,000 rupees.
News clippings
Post-Babri Bhopal riots a conspiracy: Report
EXPRESS NEWS SERVICE Posted: Mar 05, 2004 at 0000 hrs IST
BHOPAL, MARCH 4 Twelve years after the riots, and four years after it was submitted, the inquiry report into the post-Babri Masjid demolition riots in Bhopal and Ujjain was tabled in the Madhya Pradesh Assembly today.
The then BJP government in the state was dismissed for failing to maintain law and order during the week-long riots that left 142 dead, 34 of them in police firing. But the report, while a damning indictment of the state administrative, intelligence and police machinery, concludes that it is ‘‘not possible to say whether it was any political party that had hands in engineering riots in Bhopal’’. At the same time, the report also makes the claim that the riots were the result of ‘‘a wholly planned action’’.
The report holds the BJP government responsible for failing to control the law and order and inspire confidence in the Muslims. It concludes: ‘‘At the ministerial level, the BJP government had failed to inspire confidence in the Muslims. The Government had failed to prevent the communal riots and to control them on the 7th and 8th of December 1992.’’ It observes: ‘‘The widespread unprecedented mob violence seen in Bhopal was an eye-opener as to the frail structure of the communal harmony and the far-reaching consequences of use of ethnic issues to serve political ends. The security of life and prosperity which any good government had to provide had disappeared.’’
But on the more specific charge of engineering the riots, it concludes, ‘‘Various latches in the action of the administration in taking preventive measures and not taking timely action was not deliberate, but as said earlier, the result of complacency that nothing will happen at Bhopal and failure of local intelligence to give them proper information about the growing trouble. It cannot be said that the Government desired or engineered the riot.’’
The report adds: ‘‘The Commission made an attempt to seek the CBI’s help to find out as to who engineered the riots. The CBI also gave up the investigation and search because after some time they were unable to get any clues as to who was behind these riots. The riots were the result of a well-planned conspiracy...the place where the conspiracy was planned could have been either inside Madhya Pradesh or more likely that it was not in Madhya Pradesh and therefore the local intelligence had not the opportunity of sensing a remote whisper.’’
The report is, however, far more specific about administrative, intelligence and police failures. The then District Magistrate, DIG, IGP and DGP have been held responsible for the inadequacy of the police force in Bhopal. The then DM has also been held responsible for belatedly seeking the Army’s help. The DM, the then Home Secretary, the Chief Secretary have been held responsible for not placing the town under prohibitory orders from December 6, 1992.
The MP administration which had accepted the report under the Digvijay regime, while agreeing with the broad thrust of the report, has disagreed with the conclusion over some vital issues.
The then Home Secretary while submitting the report to the Assembly in Sept 2003, has disagreed with the conclusion that there was no concrete evidence to connect any political party with riots. While accepting the failure of the then DM, the then SP and intelligence setup, the Home Secretary has disagreed with the conclusion that the then Chief Secretary, Home Secretary, IGP and Commissioner were also accountable for the lapses.
Amarnath row singes Indore, four killed
Four persons were killed and over two dozen including a policeman were injured in violence in Indore as saffron activists unleashed a reign of error across the BJP-ruled Madhya Pradesh
during the VHP-sponsored Bharat bandh on Thursday.
Tension prevailed in several communally sensitive areas of Bhopal too as Bajrang Dal men forced closure of shops, damaged vehicles and beat up commuters.
Jabalpur, Jhabua, Dhar, Dewas, Hoshangabad, Satna and several other towns also witnessed vandalism. Jeweller Hiralal in Satna set himself afire as VHP workers forced him to close his shop. He sustained 90 per cent burns. In Indore, curfew was imposed in four areas following violence.
RK Choudhry, Indore SP, said three persons were killed and several others injured in clashes between two communities. An injured person succumbed to his injuries later.
The collector and the SP confirmed the four deaths but refused to disclose the identities of the deceased, saying it would increase tension. They said two of the deceased died of bullet injuries while two others were killed by miscreants.The Congress and the Left parties said the violence was a well-planned BJP conspiracy to whip up communal passions ahead of the assembly elections and sought dismissal of the Shivraj Singh Chouhan Government.
“The Shivraj government has completely surrendered before the saffron terrorists. There is enough proof of the BJP’s involvement in today’s violence and therefore, the Governor should recommend President’s Rule in Madhya Pradesh,” said Leader of the Opposition Jamuna Devi.
In other states
Bandh remained largely peaceful in other parts of the country. It was naturally successful in BJP-ruled states or in those where the party is sharing power.
Surprisingly in Gujarat, normal life was almost uninterrupted as the ruling BJP had dissociated itself from the VHP-sponsored protest action.
This was done to prevent communal tension from arising on the eve of the Rath Yatra beginning on Friday. But political observers saw it as Narendra Modi’s subtle message to the VHP — on how limited its influence is without the BJP’s backing.(With inputs from state bureaux)
Media Project
Girish Upadhyay
Resident Editor
NaiDunia Media Pvt. Ltd.
Apex of journalism in Madhya Pradesh, Chhattisgarh and Delhi-NCR
NaiDunia represents Hindi print media fraternity as one of the oldest, most reputed and pioneer of Hindi dailies. Established in 1947 just before independence by Freedom Fighters Babu Labhchand Chhajlani & Shri Basantilal Sethia, NaiDunia has traversed across the independent era of modern day India. Over the years even though NaiDunia’s geographical boundaries were limited to central India, NaiDunia made its mark on national press scene because of its quality journalism & technical excellence. Through its 60 years journey NaiDunia has successfully instituted norms of credibility and truthfulness for an ideal print medium. It has set itself apart in the society by its issue based, unbiased and non-prejudiced reporting. NaiDunia is also recognized as school of Hindi Journalism where most of the top editors and reporters of India graduated. Every Hindi Newspaper of India can be claimed to have someone who began his or her Journalistic career at NaiDunia.
Mr. Girish Upadhyay emphasized that one must have that vigor and enthusiasm to succeed in journalism. He said that besides the technical skills one must have adequate knowledge about the environment and should be sensible and unbiased in his or her reporting. His take on the following issues is as stated below:
HARD SKILLS:
· A journalist must be Jack of all trades
· He or she must knowledgeable.
· Vigor is the most important thing which is needed to succeed in journalism.
Like swimming can be learned either by jumping into water by oneself or by someone else's push. One’s own jump will lead to a small amount of struggle but the winning attitude will make the process quicker. On the other hand someone's push will make the process longer and tedious, painful and less fruitful.
SOFT SKILLS
-Communication must be effective so that information transfer must be smooth.
-For Electronic media basic requirement is good pronunciation etc.
EMERGING TRENDS
Earlier the newspaper were much Textually richer.
Now visual impact has acquired much more importance.
RAKESH DIXIT
Bureau Chief
HT Media Ltd.
HT Media Ltd. The Group's principal activity is to provide news under the brand names Hindustan Times in English and Hindustan in Hindi. The Group operates in two segments namely Publishing and Printing and Radio Broadcasting. It publishes Hindustan Times in six editions: New Delhi; Lucknow; Patna; Ranchi; Kolkata and Mumbai, Hindustan in four editions: Patna, Ranchi, Lucknow and Delhi. In addition, it has news Internet site and also publishes two Hindi magazines, the Nandan and Kadambini.
Mr. Dixit emphasized on constant up gradation as the key to reach new heights in the business. He stated that hard work is reason of his success.”One can anyhow survive here but will not make it big unless he or she is diligent”. He manages to read 4to 5 hours daily after his job to keep himself updated and refined.
HARD SKILLS
· Efficiency
· Knowledge
· Simplification and demystification of things.
SOFTSKILLS
· Good communication skills
· Constant up gradation by critical reading i.e. if you would have been writing this article then how you would have written it.
EMERGING TRENDS
He feels that growing dominance of electronic media has only helped print media to expand its reader base. He said that according to surveys circulation of print media has almost doubled in the last five years. According to him Newspaper and electronic media complement each other. Also as the number of literate people increases the circulation of English print media will also increase. He also stated that Hindustan times publishes its news by keeping an angle of common man in mind and not to cater the needs of a particular group of literate class such as IAS officers etc.Thus he confides with un biased reporting.
SARVADAMAN PATHAK
News Editor
dainik jagran
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He said that Media has evolved over the years. The mindset of the management is changing; they now understand that the print media has to be costumer oriented. The printing is now less tedious and technology driven. He stated that media has glamour but inside it requires rigorous work also the ongoing slowdown has also affected the media.
HARD SKILLS
· Experience
SOFT SKILLS
· Editor is an interface between staff and management.
· He or she should not be licensing officer.
Puneet Saraswat
Sales Head
My Fm
SMEL:a bhaskar group company
HARD SKILLS
· Out of the box thinking
· Spontaneity
SOFT SKILLS
· Consumer oriented work
· New advertisement solutions
He says that a bill which allows private fm channels to broadcast news on air is in the pipeline.
B.K. SHRIVASTAVA
Programme Executive
Bhopal doordarshan centre
HARD SKILLS
· A master’s degree in mass communication
SOFT SKILLS
· Coordination capability
· Decision making ability
Trainings Required
· Film and TV Institute Of India (Television Production and Technical Operations)
Resident Editor
NaiDunia Media Pvt. Ltd.
Apex of journalism in Madhya Pradesh, Chhattisgarh and Delhi-NCR
NaiDunia represents Hindi print media fraternity as one of the oldest, most reputed and pioneer of Hindi dailies. Established in 1947 just before independence by Freedom Fighters Babu Labhchand Chhajlani & Shri Basantilal Sethia, NaiDunia has traversed across the independent era of modern day India. Over the years even though NaiDunia’s geographical boundaries were limited to central India, NaiDunia made its mark on national press scene because of its quality journalism & technical excellence. Through its 60 years journey NaiDunia has successfully instituted norms of credibility and truthfulness for an ideal print medium. It has set itself apart in the society by its issue based, unbiased and non-prejudiced reporting. NaiDunia is also recognized as school of Hindi Journalism where most of the top editors and reporters of India graduated. Every Hindi Newspaper of India can be claimed to have someone who began his or her Journalistic career at NaiDunia.
Mr. Girish Upadhyay emphasized that one must have that vigor and enthusiasm to succeed in journalism. He said that besides the technical skills one must have adequate knowledge about the environment and should be sensible and unbiased in his or her reporting. His take on the following issues is as stated below:
HARD SKILLS:
· A journalist must be Jack of all trades
· He or she must knowledgeable.
· Vigor is the most important thing which is needed to succeed in journalism.
Like swimming can be learned either by jumping into water by oneself or by someone else's push. One’s own jump will lead to a small amount of struggle but the winning attitude will make the process quicker. On the other hand someone's push will make the process longer and tedious, painful and less fruitful.
SOFT SKILLS
-Communication must be effective so that information transfer must be smooth.
-For Electronic media basic requirement is good pronunciation etc.
EMERGING TRENDS
Earlier the newspaper were much Textually richer.
Now visual impact has acquired much more importance.
RAKESH DIXIT
Bureau Chief
HT Media Ltd.
HT Media Ltd. The Group's principal activity is to provide news under the brand names Hindustan Times in English and Hindustan in Hindi. The Group operates in two segments namely Publishing and Printing and Radio Broadcasting. It publishes Hindustan Times in six editions: New Delhi; Lucknow; Patna; Ranchi; Kolkata and Mumbai, Hindustan in four editions: Patna, Ranchi, Lucknow and Delhi. In addition, it has news Internet site and also publishes two Hindi magazines, the Nandan and Kadambini.
Mr. Dixit emphasized on constant up gradation as the key to reach new heights in the business. He stated that hard work is reason of his success.”One can anyhow survive here but will not make it big unless he or she is diligent”. He manages to read 4to 5 hours daily after his job to keep himself updated and refined.
HARD SKILLS
· Efficiency
· Knowledge
· Simplification and demystification of things.
SOFTSKILLS
· Good communication skills
· Constant up gradation by critical reading i.e. if you would have been writing this article then how you would have written it.
EMERGING TRENDS
He feels that growing dominance of electronic media has only helped print media to expand its reader base. He said that according to surveys circulation of print media has almost doubled in the last five years. According to him Newspaper and electronic media complement each other. Also as the number of literate people increases the circulation of English print media will also increase. He also stated that Hindustan times publishes its news by keeping an angle of common man in mind and not to cater the needs of a particular group of literate class such as IAS officers etc.Thus he confides with un biased reporting.
SARVADAMAN PATHAK
News Editor
dainik jagran
Jagran Yahoo! India - World's Largest Hindi Portal
He said that Media has evolved over the years. The mindset of the management is changing; they now understand that the print media has to be costumer oriented. The printing is now less tedious and technology driven. He stated that media has glamour but inside it requires rigorous work also the ongoing slowdown has also affected the media.
HARD SKILLS
· Experience
SOFT SKILLS
· Editor is an interface between staff and management.
· He or she should not be licensing officer.
Puneet Saraswat
Sales Head
My Fm
SMEL:a bhaskar group company
HARD SKILLS
· Out of the box thinking
· Spontaneity
SOFT SKILLS
· Consumer oriented work
· New advertisement solutions
He says that a bill which allows private fm channels to broadcast news on air is in the pipeline.
B.K. SHRIVASTAVA
Programme Executive
Bhopal doordarshan centre
HARD SKILLS
· A master’s degree in mass communication
SOFT SKILLS
· Coordination capability
· Decision making ability
Trainings Required
· Film and TV Institute Of India (Television Production and Technical Operations)
`Apna Sarovar, Apni Dharohar' MEDIA SEMINAR AND TECH FEST 2008
ANNUAL EVENT OF SGSITS
Upper Lake, also known as Bada Talaab ("Big Lake") in local dilect is a large artificial lake which lies on the Western side of the capital city of Madhya Pradesh Bhopal. It is a major source of potable water to the residents of the city, serving around 40% of the residents with nearly 30 million gallons per day.
The fishing rights to the Bada Talaab have been given on long lease by the Bhopal Municipal Corporation to fishermen co-operative consisting of some 500 fishermen families. Fishing is mainly done on its South-Eastern shores. The lake also serves as the source of water for irrigating a large area. There are 87 villages in its catchment area in the Bhopal as well as Sehore districts. Agriculture is the main source of livelihood for people in these areas and most farmers have livestock as well. While some farmers have large landholdings, many farmers are small and marginal farmers with only a few acres of land.
Bada Talaab attracts a lot of tourists and locals due to its scenic beauty. India's first National Sailing Club has been established at the Boat Club on its Eastern side. This club offers various water sports such as kayaking, canoeing, rafting, water skiing, parasailing etc. A number of operators provide facilities for exciting trips by sail, paddle and motor boats. Van Vihar National Park, situated on the South-Eastern side of the lake, attracts lot of tourists due to its unique set-up. The road passing through it has on one side the animals in their natural habitats, and on the other hand is the scenic beauty of the lake.
Bhopal is facing its worst water crisis in the last 50 years and now a massive campaign is on to save its largest water body - the Upper Lake. Built in the eleventh century, a major source of water for more than a million people in the city, the Upper Lake has shrunk alarmingly from 31 sq km to just nine sq km.
In order to save upper lake SGSITS,indore has come forward to organize its annual event with the theme `Apna Sarovar, Apni Dharohar' which aims to create an awareness among the people to conserve it.
ANNUAL EVENT OF SGSITS
Upper Lake, also known as Bada Talaab ("Big Lake") in local dilect is a large artificial lake which lies on the Western side of the capital city of Madhya Pradesh Bhopal. It is a major source of potable water to the residents of the city, serving around 40% of the residents with nearly 30 million gallons per day.
The fishing rights to the Bada Talaab have been given on long lease by the Bhopal Municipal Corporation to fishermen co-operative consisting of some 500 fishermen families. Fishing is mainly done on its South-Eastern shores. The lake also serves as the source of water for irrigating a large area. There are 87 villages in its catchment area in the Bhopal as well as Sehore districts. Agriculture is the main source of livelihood for people in these areas and most farmers have livestock as well. While some farmers have large landholdings, many farmers are small and marginal farmers with only a few acres of land.
Bada Talaab attracts a lot of tourists and locals due to its scenic beauty. India's first National Sailing Club has been established at the Boat Club on its Eastern side. This club offers various water sports such as kayaking, canoeing, rafting, water skiing, parasailing etc. A number of operators provide facilities for exciting trips by sail, paddle and motor boats. Van Vihar National Park, situated on the South-Eastern side of the lake, attracts lot of tourists due to its unique set-up. The road passing through it has on one side the animals in their natural habitats, and on the other hand is the scenic beauty of the lake.
Bhopal is facing its worst water crisis in the last 50 years and now a massive campaign is on to save its largest water body - the Upper Lake. Built in the eleventh century, a major source of water for more than a million people in the city, the Upper Lake has shrunk alarmingly from 31 sq km to just nine sq km.
In order to save upper lake SGSITS,indore has come forward to organize its annual event with the theme `Apna Sarovar, Apni Dharohar' which aims to create an awareness among the people to conserve it.
Place of Solace
Everytime you want to do something different, which is nonexisting in the natural course of flow, you need to pay a price for it.
Okay
I am now in this new apartment of mine. Its on the top floor right in the sky. Locality is bit slow in here but nearby bengali area, they call it that way, is densely populated. Nice outskirts, long never ending highway and beautiful ambience.
Only thing is that, i m alone in here. Big house and me alone is something never happened before considering my college days.
The space which i have now would have easily accomodated about half a dozen boys. But i now thats past.
The reason i m here is that my self inficted pain on me needs a place which is meditative and this place is quite worthy of calling it one.
Anyways when things get lost into oblivion u have ample time to think about future.
Ambitions and life both go along well in here. I sleep in the veranda staring directly into the sky.
New people in here. Already i m friends with a retired old bengali serviceman. I find him every day when i go for jogging. He is spending the rest of his life with his son and family.
Also there is a multistoried hospital besides my place. Excellent facility it provides, people say. Just opposite to my balcony is a space where i can directly see the patient lying on the bed.
Quite interestingly the patient changes almost in a couple of days. So thats something which gets my attention.
Anyhow life teaches you a lesson all the time.
We are human beings its quite possible that when we are strong in one area, the other area can be quite weak.
i m known as a head strong personal at work but for last few days i became emotionally weak.
This shift is helping me. My goal is to become emotionally intelligent in this month itself so that nothing can sway me from goals.
I know that it will call for ultimate testing of my senses but when u gotta go u gotta go.
Okay
I am now in this new apartment of mine. Its on the top floor right in the sky. Locality is bit slow in here but nearby bengali area, they call it that way, is densely populated. Nice outskirts, long never ending highway and beautiful ambience.
Only thing is that, i m alone in here. Big house and me alone is something never happened before considering my college days.
The space which i have now would have easily accomodated about half a dozen boys. But i now thats past.
The reason i m here is that my self inficted pain on me needs a place which is meditative and this place is quite worthy of calling it one.
Anyways when things get lost into oblivion u have ample time to think about future.
Ambitions and life both go along well in here. I sleep in the veranda staring directly into the sky.
New people in here. Already i m friends with a retired old bengali serviceman. I find him every day when i go for jogging. He is spending the rest of his life with his son and family.
Also there is a multistoried hospital besides my place. Excellent facility it provides, people say. Just opposite to my balcony is a space where i can directly see the patient lying on the bed.
Quite interestingly the patient changes almost in a couple of days. So thats something which gets my attention.
Anyhow life teaches you a lesson all the time.
We are human beings its quite possible that when we are strong in one area, the other area can be quite weak.
i m known as a head strong personal at work but for last few days i became emotionally weak.
This shift is helping me. My goal is to become emotionally intelligent in this month itself so that nothing can sway me from goals.
I know that it will call for ultimate testing of my senses but when u gotta go u gotta go.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
day by day and sec by sec my convictions are going stronger and my infalliable love for you is spreading its wings over me
when i bask in to the glory of what i have achieved and what can i achieve the thin strands of your white feathery like love holds me so soft that i become relieved of my physical existence.
if this is zaniness then i would like to be like this forever
she doesnt say it.
she says me to feel it
i feel it
But if patience is pain then i will happily take it to the time i get bereaved of the last drop of my blood.
when i bask in to the glory of what i have achieved and what can i achieve the thin strands of your white feathery like love holds me so soft that i become relieved of my physical existence.
if this is zaniness then i would like to be like this forever
she doesnt say it.
she says me to feel it
i feel it
But if patience is pain then i will happily take it to the time i get bereaved of the last drop of my blood.
Her eyes so tender that even the rose lips would curl if they blink.Creater creates wonder once in a person's lifespan; her eyes are one among.
It would be santanic intervention to trample those eyes with tears.
satanic interventions falls through weak hearts and minds.
i feel i was that satanic intervention who messed with her eyes.
Now that the irrevocable and final has been done by me. Only true ablusion can save me.
I made her so that so the turn is mine. If my conviction for her is pure i shall face the blitzkreig on my bare soul.
She was pure as her feelings are for me.I circumvented the flow by my emphimeral and commonplaced desires.
Exoneration is what sita had gone through even the Destroyer would vouch for her purity.
Who am i then.
Dont think it is unnecessary and also dont take it as an overreaction my love.
Because you have promised me something and so have i; i shall keep them sacred no matter what comes by.
Even if we are mortals; i'll fight with the immortals not for proving my point but to universalize my true feelings for you.
Robert Frost lines will be with me so you dont worry i'll be back but only with glory.
Wait for Me till then my love.
I'll be safe keeping you with angels till then.
Adieu Sunshine.
It would be santanic intervention to trample those eyes with tears.
satanic interventions falls through weak hearts and minds.
i feel i was that satanic intervention who messed with her eyes.
Now that the irrevocable and final has been done by me. Only true ablusion can save me.
I made her so that so the turn is mine. If my conviction for her is pure i shall face the blitzkreig on my bare soul.
She was pure as her feelings are for me.I circumvented the flow by my emphimeral and commonplaced desires.
Exoneration is what sita had gone through even the Destroyer would vouch for her purity.
Who am i then.
Dont think it is unnecessary and also dont take it as an overreaction my love.
Because you have promised me something and so have i; i shall keep them sacred no matter what comes by.
Even if we are mortals; i'll fight with the immortals not for proving my point but to universalize my true feelings for you.
Robert Frost lines will be with me so you dont worry i'll be back but only with glory.
Wait for Me till then my love.
I'll be safe keeping you with angels till then.
Adieu Sunshine.
Story - Incomplete- SOrry
Life some times gives a jolt which changes the basic nature of a being. But as they say once the basic nature changes you lose your identity. People struggle hard to not to lose it but some natural phenomenon just occur when they have to and their effect is irrevicable and final.
Once there lived a cruel, arrogant and stubborn but highly moralistic and skilled fighter in the kingdom of Wales. People in the kingdom were so deeply enthralled by his bravery. His carefree attitude was overlooked as a compensation of his tremendous skillfullness and charm. Even the king always overlooked his little tantrums because he proved to be an asset. He even made a writ with other hostile kingdoms by passing a proposition that only the top two fighters from the hostile kingdoms would fight and the one who lost,the corresponding kingdom then would be annexed.
Maximus was the hero since he saved the lives of thousands of soldiers by avoiding wars and at the same time made his king and people proud. While this was becoming a happy tale soon it happened that a jolt came in his life. Once The king ordered him to sail through the pacific to the unexplored and the most dangerous continent of the world. Every one was deeply in fear about this new place. Maximus turned down the order and went towards the woods for revelery with his team. King detested Maximus' unworthiness this time but relented himself by becoming cognizant of his reputation among the people.
Meanwhile barbaric Maximus went on with his hedonism as if the Gods have made him the immortal. People had so much of faith in his skill that they coudnt stand a world of wrong doing with Maximus.
This was becoming a problem for the king as Maximus was becoming a parallel government though he(Max) doesnt even give a shit about it.The King then devised a plan.No one can kill maximus but what if he falls prey to something which even Gods have no control.
In his wicked mind was a story taking ground slowly and steadily. But there was again a problem Maximus was very Moralistic in nature and never intends any foul play or had ever any lascivious feelings. All these qualitities were making him almost indestructible.In deep medidation the king was served with a drink by her daughter. The princess was the most innocent and pretty girl by far the travellers had seen they said. The princess strongly believed in serving her parents and salvation of a being. Although she detested barbaric killings; her father impressed her by following "top2 figheters" idea to save human life.
The king knew that the princess would do anything for her father and honour of the kingdom so he told her about Maximus and his growing control and how his reckless behaviour could prove a disaster for the Kingdom of Wales.
Princess with naievty asked her father about how can she be a help. His father told his devious plan to her. Princess flinched first but then Maximus was not a big price to safeguard the face of her father;so she complied.
---to be continued.
Once there lived a cruel, arrogant and stubborn but highly moralistic and skilled fighter in the kingdom of Wales. People in the kingdom were so deeply enthralled by his bravery. His carefree attitude was overlooked as a compensation of his tremendous skillfullness and charm. Even the king always overlooked his little tantrums because he proved to be an asset. He even made a writ with other hostile kingdoms by passing a proposition that only the top two fighters from the hostile kingdoms would fight and the one who lost,the corresponding kingdom then would be annexed.
Maximus was the hero since he saved the lives of thousands of soldiers by avoiding wars and at the same time made his king and people proud. While this was becoming a happy tale soon it happened that a jolt came in his life. Once The king ordered him to sail through the pacific to the unexplored and the most dangerous continent of the world. Every one was deeply in fear about this new place. Maximus turned down the order and went towards the woods for revelery with his team. King detested Maximus' unworthiness this time but relented himself by becoming cognizant of his reputation among the people.
Meanwhile barbaric Maximus went on with his hedonism as if the Gods have made him the immortal. People had so much of faith in his skill that they coudnt stand a world of wrong doing with Maximus.
This was becoming a problem for the king as Maximus was becoming a parallel government though he(Max) doesnt even give a shit about it.The King then devised a plan.No one can kill maximus but what if he falls prey to something which even Gods have no control.
In his wicked mind was a story taking ground slowly and steadily. But there was again a problem Maximus was very Moralistic in nature and never intends any foul play or had ever any lascivious feelings. All these qualitities were making him almost indestructible.In deep medidation the king was served with a drink by her daughter. The princess was the most innocent and pretty girl by far the travellers had seen they said. The princess strongly believed in serving her parents and salvation of a being. Although she detested barbaric killings; her father impressed her by following "top2 figheters" idea to save human life.
The king knew that the princess would do anything for her father and honour of the kingdom so he told her about Maximus and his growing control and how his reckless behaviour could prove a disaster for the Kingdom of Wales.
Princess with naievty asked her father about how can she be a help. His father told his devious plan to her. Princess flinched first but then Maximus was not a big price to safeguard the face of her father;so she complied.
---to be continued.
missing her
hi
I m sending this to you after medidating a lot and after collecting all my guts this probably will be the straightest thing i would have said to anyone so far.
Words do have their limitations and for learning this under piece of writing you may have to read between the lines.
I LOVE U
Though you may be inundated with phrase all the time i had spoken to you.
Every time when my mind would not be able to ascertain what to say to you to depict the right picture in my mind these words have occured to me as a great boon.Sacred as you said they are the only guidinging force in the middle of chaos to me.
I have read and heard that love is a complex reaction but shows you colours. last 3 weeks have changed things; and also they sure would have impacted you too.
Over some period of time i had got so much close to you that now when you are away its geeting hugely difficult for me to stay focussed. Earlier if anything huge would strike at my shores your strong yet gentle support had saved my town; Not once but everytime.
Now it happens in such a way that a small wave creates a tornado in my life. Is this Right or Wrong i dont know. Why it is happening, I have no answers.
No respite what so ever.
I want to dissappear now but thats not an option cos i m not a coward.
U are very significant part of my life and that wont change. Even if i have lost all my imagination now and all that daydreaming has vanished because of this rendezvous with reality and rationality; your gentle caressing wont be out of my mind.
If this situation beckons seperation i m not ready for it in any sense but now it seems that what they show in movies is not all true.
Although i cant change past but i have the calibre to change future.
No expectations No demands
BYE SUNSHINE
I m sending this to you after medidating a lot and after collecting all my guts this probably will be the straightest thing i would have said to anyone so far.
Words do have their limitations and for learning this under piece of writing you may have to read between the lines.
I LOVE U
Though you may be inundated with phrase all the time i had spoken to you.
Every time when my mind would not be able to ascertain what to say to you to depict the right picture in my mind these words have occured to me as a great boon.Sacred as you said they are the only guidinging force in the middle of chaos to me.
I have read and heard that love is a complex reaction but shows you colours. last 3 weeks have changed things; and also they sure would have impacted you too.
Over some period of time i had got so much close to you that now when you are away its geeting hugely difficult for me to stay focussed. Earlier if anything huge would strike at my shores your strong yet gentle support had saved my town; Not once but everytime.
Now it happens in such a way that a small wave creates a tornado in my life. Is this Right or Wrong i dont know. Why it is happening, I have no answers.
No respite what so ever.
I want to dissappear now but thats not an option cos i m not a coward.
U are very significant part of my life and that wont change. Even if i have lost all my imagination now and all that daydreaming has vanished because of this rendezvous with reality and rationality; your gentle caressing wont be out of my mind.
If this situation beckons seperation i m not ready for it in any sense but now it seems that what they show in movies is not all true.
Although i cant change past but i have the calibre to change future.
No expectations No demands
BYE SUNSHINE
cant let u go
Hi
Its hard to say how it feels when some thing you want slips out of ur hands in front of u.
Like when a dearer than life in online and it shows a green in there; but as you go to click it shows offline.
happens some times.
Though i dont expect anything from the only mode of one way communication medium i have to u; i just hope that you
dont feel that i m pestering you.
Its just happening that i still feel loads of feelings for you every second.
I know i shouldnt behave this way but kya karoon!!!
i cannot stop myself.
koi itna apna ekdum se itna door jaye to bahut dard hota hai.Jabse aap door hue ho kuch bhi sahi nahi chal raha hai.
its all so confusing.
cant find taste in anything. sahi mein.
several times i have tried to cry par itna badnasib hoon ki aasoo bhi nahi aate.
sahi bol raha hoon sweety aisa aur chala to darr yeh lagta hai ki i will loose my faith in emotions.
Ap ko ek bar waise hi meri apko hasane ki koshisho par khilkhilata dekhna chahta hoon.
i cant ........................live without you sweety.
missing u a lot
Its hard to say how it feels when some thing you want slips out of ur hands in front of u.
Like when a dearer than life in online and it shows a green in there; but as you go to click it shows offline.
happens some times.
Though i dont expect anything from the only mode of one way communication medium i have to u; i just hope that you
dont feel that i m pestering you.
Its just happening that i still feel loads of feelings for you every second.
I know i shouldnt behave this way but kya karoon!!!
i cannot stop myself.
koi itna apna ekdum se itna door jaye to bahut dard hota hai.Jabse aap door hue ho kuch bhi sahi nahi chal raha hai.
its all so confusing.
cant find taste in anything. sahi mein.
several times i have tried to cry par itna badnasib hoon ki aasoo bhi nahi aate.
sahi bol raha hoon sweety aisa aur chala to darr yeh lagta hai ki i will loose my faith in emotions.
Ap ko ek bar waise hi meri apko hasane ki koshisho par khilkhilata dekhna chahta hoon.
i cant ........................live without you sweety.
missing u a lot
Hushhhhh.......
Think of birds chirping in the morning; bright sunrays on a winter afternoon; splash of water droplets when you stand near a waterfall or a top seat in a roller coaster; what do think?
Ebullience, No! That would be subtle because Ginger is a volcano of Joy. In many ways she doesn’t resemble those Clichéd bollywood heroines. Simply they are creation for entertainment but Ginger creates entertainment.
Her eloquence is wittiest and style is real candid. No matter what comes by her stoic demeanor always worked. No that she is perfect but is beyond imperfections. Her appearance is domestic and earthy but as they say looks can be deceiving; the contours of her face could make any person lost. The eyes, I don’t know what to say, I’m just the narrator, possessed such amounts of tranquility that is equivalent to a shot of morphine. Black eyes; damn they are beautiful.
Those cheek bones with swift movement of lips, when she talked, made her look like an obvious friend.
I once read a book about various face and the kind of emotions they generate in the eyes of the onlooker. There were some interesting observations in the book. Like men with muthstache are more trustworthy and so on.
If such a science exists, then I can say one thing for sure. Ginger obviously had that advantage of trustworthiness. People would naturally be attracted to her just because they felt that they will help.
Her fan club had people of all ages and in the Princeton Street she was not less than a local hero.
Ginger belonged to small family and was fascinated by only one concept people and only people. She had a peculiar quality when she dealt with them. Her point of attention may be one person at a time and another on a different day. She never used to get attached with one subject for a long time. However she did all that so inadvertently.
I cant thing of a girl like that? Who is she?
Lost in the trail I guess.
Ebullience, No! That would be subtle because Ginger is a volcano of Joy. In many ways she doesn’t resemble those Clichéd bollywood heroines. Simply they are creation for entertainment but Ginger creates entertainment.
Her eloquence is wittiest and style is real candid. No matter what comes by her stoic demeanor always worked. No that she is perfect but is beyond imperfections. Her appearance is domestic and earthy but as they say looks can be deceiving; the contours of her face could make any person lost. The eyes, I don’t know what to say, I’m just the narrator, possessed such amounts of tranquility that is equivalent to a shot of morphine. Black eyes; damn they are beautiful.
Those cheek bones with swift movement of lips, when she talked, made her look like an obvious friend.
I once read a book about various face and the kind of emotions they generate in the eyes of the onlooker. There were some interesting observations in the book. Like men with muthstache are more trustworthy and so on.
If such a science exists, then I can say one thing for sure. Ginger obviously had that advantage of trustworthiness. People would naturally be attracted to her just because they felt that they will help.
Her fan club had people of all ages and in the Princeton Street she was not less than a local hero.
Ginger belonged to small family and was fascinated by only one concept people and only people. She had a peculiar quality when she dealt with them. Her point of attention may be one person at a time and another on a different day. She never used to get attached with one subject for a long time. However she did all that so inadvertently.
I cant thing of a girl like that? Who is she?
Lost in the trail I guess.
Uncle Jacky & Mr. Shiny
Uncle Jacky and Mr. Shiny were once again in the desert and this time they were ravaging than ever.
They are driving a ford car the make of which was unclear but dried blood spot along side window and the bumper gave her distinct personality.
Mr. Shiny- Hey Uncle Jacky you are quite for some time. What are you thinking?
Uncle Jacky- Oh Mr. Shiny I was just, you know, thinking about a joke. But I m not able to laugh, its not that it’s a mediocre one but its not helping me.
Mr.Shiny- Its ok. Do you mind telling me your joke. May be I would laugh or something.
Uncle Jacky: Are you sure with that.
Mr. Shiny- ya what the hell.Go on tell me.
Uncle Jacky- Before I tell you my most cherished joke. I want you to answer a simple question and then I proceed with the joke.
Mr. Shiny- So much for a little joke.
Uncle Jacky- They say small things matter the most.
Mr. Shiny- Ya whatever. Throw me the question. Will you?
Uncle Jacky- Ok. Tell me what are the different roles that you play. You know social roles, professional roles, that kind of stuff.
Mr. Shiny- ffffffff… ok let me think. I am son of a deranged mother and Husband of a dead woman. That’s it for social roles. You see my life is not that complicated. Well professional I can say that I’m a self- employed man. Mostly I take freelancing assignments.
Uncle Jacky- Don’t you think killing-people-on-whim is a more than euphemism for freelancing assignments.
Mr. Shiny- I prefer to be subtle. Ok.. Are going to tell me the joke or not.
Uncle Jacky- Well that’s my joke and I’ll do whatever I like to do with it. You tell me one thing, Are you going to do either my way or you can go to highway.
Mr. Shiny- You are trying to get on my nerves. But I won’t lose my temper. I’m a changed man and also after so many efforts on my group therapy sessions your sweet talk won’t waste it.
Uncle Jacky- I don’t give a damn about what your stupid therapy sessions but I acknowledge you refined personnel thing. We are the most, what they say,intellectual people in the business. We generate a sense of affluence in the ambience, thanks to my dressing sense, and you too Mr. Shiny have done a hell of a job by improvising over the time. Like the Japanese say Kaizen principle. You many people around us are ‘art loving people’ but one needs to become a connoisseur to appreciate the real one.
Mr. Shiny – Please go you brag about your snobbery again Uncle Jacky. I’m trying hard not to loose it. But you are just not helping do you. Tell me the f****ing joke now as*****.
Uncle Jacky- There you go moron. You show your color too soon Mr. Shiny. Remember our little agreement. No abuses.
No matter what certificate those rehabilitation center people have given you, it will take me a real good time to acknowledge it. You can dodge cops but not me.
Mr. Shiny- Enough Uncle Jacky, Enough. I can’t take no more of your pathetic voice.
Mr. Shiny takes out his .45 loaded revolver and points against Uncle Jacky’s side head while Uncle Jacky was still driving.
Uncle Jacky is unabated and looked only on the road.
Uncle Jacky-Hey, Mr. Shiny before you shoot me don’t you want to listen to my most cherished Joke. I mean only the joke is responsible to the present situation. Do you mind if I tell you the joke. In this way I would be contented enough to die. Just like regular people’s ‘things to do before I die’ kind of stuff.
Mr. Shiny thinks for a while, has a grin on his face.
Mr. Shiny- Ok. Go on tell me the joke.
Unlce Jacky- But there a problem, a genuine one this time. I swear Mr. Shiny.
Mr. Shiny scratches his scar (on his right cheek) and his is pissed off for real.
Mr. Shiny- Did some tell you how much of lunacy is filled in your filthy head. Problem! What it is?
Uncle Jacky- My voice.
Mr. Shiny- what? What happened to your voice?
Uncle Jacky- You told me that you can’t bear my voice no more. Its irritating to you. Now I’m facing a loaded gun. I don’t want to take chances Mr. shiny. I have seen you doing your freelancing work and that scares me. It’s natural. You know fear. I’m a bit frightened. That’s it.
And in that mood I would not be doing justice to this elegant work of some anonymous artist. I can tell you a horror story in this mood but not a Joke.
No sir.
Mr. Shiny is beginning to feel a lump in his throat. His mouth becomes dry and he deadly needs something to lighten up.
Mr. Shiny is suffering from a condition. Hypogentricia – It’s a psychological condition in which subject feels the anxiety and tension reigns over him. A neurotic chemical gets secretes in the body of the subject which tighten his/her muscle activity and it becomes impossibly hard for the subject to breathe. However the cure is pretty simple. Drugs do the little help as they can just slow down the rate of the chemical production but not cease it, But if you release the tension of the subject immediately by saying something which initiates a sense of euphoria. The subject survives because laughing releases another neurotic chemical with neutralize the effect of deadly chemical. It’s a genetic disease and Mr. Shiny can do nothing but try and keep himself calm.
As a matter of fact the Joke has become his only chance to survive.
Uncle Jacky here, is a cool customer. Not only he is good in his ‘freelancing work’ , he remains an offbeat to almost anyone in the business. His experience has taught him what it takes to be a pro. But like Mr. Shiny he too suffers from a condition. It’s not that serious, just that he is a complete lunatic. Ordinarily his behavior doesn’t reveal that but inside he has an urge for self destruction and his whims which he calls as ‘good hunches’ have taken him to the level of such heinous crime that can make even the barbarians puke.
On his 10th assignment he had to terrify a judge for some embezzlement case. He went inside the bedroom of the house with a shotgun( it helps to induce fear in the business) to wake the judge. The situation got out of his hand when his wife who was awake in the living room attacked him with a knife on his right shoulder just to scare him away. Uncle Jacky because of his condition went into pensive mood and got into the mental condition.
He provoked and sometimes urged the lady to cut him on the shoulders and back. He made a proposal to the lady that if she wants her husband alive she has to peel the skin of his(Uncle Jackie’s) forearms and wear them as a scarf on herself.
Well the lady tried to do so and Uncle Jacky was happier than ever. Meanwhile the Judge tried to me smart and hit Uncle Jacky with a baseball bat. Though the hit was nice was Uncle Jacky had a metal skull freshly made up after his stint on a bike in an attempted move to fly it across a undergoing construction of a bridge. On lookers cursed the construction hitches and Government but those who knew Uncle Jacky had a different opinion. However the hit made him dizzy and also stalled the peeling operation which was half done. This made the other wise cool uncle Jacky a bit upset and he retorted. He snatched the baseball bad and hit the judge real bad on this head. This made him bleed profusely and this didn’t stop Uncle Jacky, so he beat him up again and again for what like 10 minutes. He made a pulp out of his head. The poor saw the incident live and died instantly from a heat attack. When people reached the crime sight two onlookers were reported to be unconscious. This grisly murder act made uncle Jacky infamous and added quite to his reputation. He was asked to be a bit discreet by the bosses. So he was here with his new partner Mr. Shiny to visit Las Vegas. After all for whom they are earning. That entire desert that surrounds the beautiful city is its reality and that where both these guys were.
Both of them knew about each other’s condition \.
Okay so much for their past life but now in this car there is a cheeky situation which is building up.
Mr. Shiny is needy here and he says in a convincing tone simultaneously fighting from the effect of his generated condition.
Mr. Shiny- See Uncle Jacky. I have to tell you know that your witty and charming style has made me your admirer, a connoisseur. Right. Now listen to this hard and do exactly what I tell you to do. I’m counting upto 5. if you didn’t tell me the f***ing joke I will kill you. Plain and Simple.
Uncle Jacky- Okay if my voice is not a problem to you than I will tell you the joke with all the voice modulation technique. God! You re going to love my joke. So listen carefully it’s a panacea for you.
They are driving a ford car the make of which was unclear but dried blood spot along side window and the bumper gave her distinct personality.
Mr. Shiny- Hey Uncle Jacky you are quite for some time. What are you thinking?
Uncle Jacky- Oh Mr. Shiny I was just, you know, thinking about a joke. But I m not able to laugh, its not that it’s a mediocre one but its not helping me.
Mr.Shiny- Its ok. Do you mind telling me your joke. May be I would laugh or something.
Uncle Jacky: Are you sure with that.
Mr. Shiny- ya what the hell.Go on tell me.
Uncle Jacky- Before I tell you my most cherished joke. I want you to answer a simple question and then I proceed with the joke.
Mr. Shiny- So much for a little joke.
Uncle Jacky- They say small things matter the most.
Mr. Shiny- Ya whatever. Throw me the question. Will you?
Uncle Jacky- Ok. Tell me what are the different roles that you play. You know social roles, professional roles, that kind of stuff.
Mr. Shiny- ffffffff… ok let me think. I am son of a deranged mother and Husband of a dead woman. That’s it for social roles. You see my life is not that complicated. Well professional I can say that I’m a self- employed man. Mostly I take freelancing assignments.
Uncle Jacky- Don’t you think killing-people-on-whim is a more than euphemism for freelancing assignments.
Mr. Shiny- I prefer to be subtle. Ok.. Are going to tell me the joke or not.
Uncle Jacky- Well that’s my joke and I’ll do whatever I like to do with it. You tell me one thing, Are you going to do either my way or you can go to highway.
Mr. Shiny- You are trying to get on my nerves. But I won’t lose my temper. I’m a changed man and also after so many efforts on my group therapy sessions your sweet talk won’t waste it.
Uncle Jacky- I don’t give a damn about what your stupid therapy sessions but I acknowledge you refined personnel thing. We are the most, what they say,intellectual people in the business. We generate a sense of affluence in the ambience, thanks to my dressing sense, and you too Mr. Shiny have done a hell of a job by improvising over the time. Like the Japanese say Kaizen principle. You many people around us are ‘art loving people’ but one needs to become a connoisseur to appreciate the real one.
Mr. Shiny – Please go you brag about your snobbery again Uncle Jacky. I’m trying hard not to loose it. But you are just not helping do you. Tell me the f****ing joke now as*****.
Uncle Jacky- There you go moron. You show your color too soon Mr. Shiny. Remember our little agreement. No abuses.
No matter what certificate those rehabilitation center people have given you, it will take me a real good time to acknowledge it. You can dodge cops but not me.
Mr. Shiny- Enough Uncle Jacky, Enough. I can’t take no more of your pathetic voice.
Mr. Shiny takes out his .45 loaded revolver and points against Uncle Jacky’s side head while Uncle Jacky was still driving.
Uncle Jacky is unabated and looked only on the road.
Uncle Jacky-Hey, Mr. Shiny before you shoot me don’t you want to listen to my most cherished Joke. I mean only the joke is responsible to the present situation. Do you mind if I tell you the joke. In this way I would be contented enough to die. Just like regular people’s ‘things to do before I die’ kind of stuff.
Mr. Shiny thinks for a while, has a grin on his face.
Mr. Shiny- Ok. Go on tell me the joke.
Unlce Jacky- But there a problem, a genuine one this time. I swear Mr. Shiny.
Mr. Shiny scratches his scar (on his right cheek) and his is pissed off for real.
Mr. Shiny- Did some tell you how much of lunacy is filled in your filthy head. Problem! What it is?
Uncle Jacky- My voice.
Mr. Shiny- what? What happened to your voice?
Uncle Jacky- You told me that you can’t bear my voice no more. Its irritating to you. Now I’m facing a loaded gun. I don’t want to take chances Mr. shiny. I have seen you doing your freelancing work and that scares me. It’s natural. You know fear. I’m a bit frightened. That’s it.
And in that mood I would not be doing justice to this elegant work of some anonymous artist. I can tell you a horror story in this mood but not a Joke.
No sir.
Mr. Shiny is beginning to feel a lump in his throat. His mouth becomes dry and he deadly needs something to lighten up.
Mr. Shiny is suffering from a condition. Hypogentricia – It’s a psychological condition in which subject feels the anxiety and tension reigns over him. A neurotic chemical gets secretes in the body of the subject which tighten his/her muscle activity and it becomes impossibly hard for the subject to breathe. However the cure is pretty simple. Drugs do the little help as they can just slow down the rate of the chemical production but not cease it, But if you release the tension of the subject immediately by saying something which initiates a sense of euphoria. The subject survives because laughing releases another neurotic chemical with neutralize the effect of deadly chemical. It’s a genetic disease and Mr. Shiny can do nothing but try and keep himself calm.
As a matter of fact the Joke has become his only chance to survive.
Uncle Jacky here, is a cool customer. Not only he is good in his ‘freelancing work’ , he remains an offbeat to almost anyone in the business. His experience has taught him what it takes to be a pro. But like Mr. Shiny he too suffers from a condition. It’s not that serious, just that he is a complete lunatic. Ordinarily his behavior doesn’t reveal that but inside he has an urge for self destruction and his whims which he calls as ‘good hunches’ have taken him to the level of such heinous crime that can make even the barbarians puke.
On his 10th assignment he had to terrify a judge for some embezzlement case. He went inside the bedroom of the house with a shotgun( it helps to induce fear in the business) to wake the judge. The situation got out of his hand when his wife who was awake in the living room attacked him with a knife on his right shoulder just to scare him away. Uncle Jacky because of his condition went into pensive mood and got into the mental condition.
He provoked and sometimes urged the lady to cut him on the shoulders and back. He made a proposal to the lady that if she wants her husband alive she has to peel the skin of his(Uncle Jackie’s) forearms and wear them as a scarf on herself.
Well the lady tried to do so and Uncle Jacky was happier than ever. Meanwhile the Judge tried to me smart and hit Uncle Jacky with a baseball bat. Though the hit was nice was Uncle Jacky had a metal skull freshly made up after his stint on a bike in an attempted move to fly it across a undergoing construction of a bridge. On lookers cursed the construction hitches and Government but those who knew Uncle Jacky had a different opinion. However the hit made him dizzy and also stalled the peeling operation which was half done. This made the other wise cool uncle Jacky a bit upset and he retorted. He snatched the baseball bad and hit the judge real bad on this head. This made him bleed profusely and this didn’t stop Uncle Jacky, so he beat him up again and again for what like 10 minutes. He made a pulp out of his head. The poor saw the incident live and died instantly from a heat attack. When people reached the crime sight two onlookers were reported to be unconscious. This grisly murder act made uncle Jacky infamous and added quite to his reputation. He was asked to be a bit discreet by the bosses. So he was here with his new partner Mr. Shiny to visit Las Vegas. After all for whom they are earning. That entire desert that surrounds the beautiful city is its reality and that where both these guys were.
Both of them knew about each other’s condition \.
Okay so much for their past life but now in this car there is a cheeky situation which is building up.
Mr. Shiny is needy here and he says in a convincing tone simultaneously fighting from the effect of his generated condition.
Mr. Shiny- See Uncle Jacky. I have to tell you know that your witty and charming style has made me your admirer, a connoisseur. Right. Now listen to this hard and do exactly what I tell you to do. I’m counting upto 5. if you didn’t tell me the f***ing joke I will kill you. Plain and Simple.
Uncle Jacky- Okay if my voice is not a problem to you than I will tell you the joke with all the voice modulation technique. God! You re going to love my joke. So listen carefully it’s a panacea for you.
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i fly
Sometimes I feel myself to let go and fly when I’m on a bike. With its digital speedometer showing the limitations I dream the other end, the invisible I think invincibility out the ingrained vulnerability. The fast moving earth and still sky, the constant sun and deep roar of the engine which has two sounds one when you look forward and the other when you look sideways. The heat of engine feels like lukewarm on a spring summer day. The hot and cool air hitting upon my face forms an ambience of heaven. Mind stays on nothingness and the body obliges. Eyes speak the language of the unspoken tales. Hairs play to the tune of the winds.
When the road doesn’t bend and is straight across the plains I see the eternity. That steady state is so serene and calm that time stops. I try to break the monotony by looking around but could find nothing. For a fraction of second I go out of control and the energy inside fluctuates so hard that I can feel my heart thumping.
Loosing the sense of time is queasy feeling. I’m not afraid of the darkness but I’m afraid of its in activity. People try to control their little world via plans. Plans when goes right they get delighted when they go wrong they get motivated to plan further to include the failure in the realm of their plans. Plans can be adjusted because they are the creation of man but destiny is not. This is not skeptic but a static truth.
The basic reasoning which brain uses to keep its slave under control is to blind the horizons of thinking. The frog in a well considers the well as its world which is not an issue of complicacy to it unless it gets the basic needs fulfilled. Similarly whenever limitedness is fought it is not for basic needs but for higher needs which stands on top of maslow’s need hierarchy.
Sati system, dowry, genocide , antisemitsm and others are vices in the society and are fought against because they depict limitedness of thinking.
Socrates was killed by the society because he presented unlimitedness; something which extended the horizon of common man and hence put everyone out of control of their little worlds.
You see society works on some basic laws. They are need based and work on the principle of rationality. For example the needy work for money which in turn is paid for his or her services. This simple reasoning and works “always”. This ‘always’ is a soothing word. Now suppose you render services and also pay the master for the same. This seems amusing but has the potential to crept the system completely.
Such ideology works like an atomic bomb explosion. Just as a chain reaction. First it will disable the monetary system and cause excessive burden on centre due to one way accumulation of wealth and then the social system decrypts which signifies the fall of the system.
You just look at the history; any civilization no matter how modernistic or scientific it may be, Civilizations fall just because of a thought. Yes its painful to accept and the irony is that the very fall is not because of the limitedness of basic needs but because of higher needs.
Let me clarify the difference between higher needs and basic needs.
Supposedly you see a child in worn out clothes inside a railway station begging for money. Hear wrenches out for him cause he also has his tiny sister on his back. She is cying and the boy says that they are hungry for quite some time. One way is to give some money to him which intern will fetch the food for them. But you think of a long term solution to wipe out their dilapidated situation all together. But how are you going to do it. See now you have to find a way by which the poor boy and his tiny sister could live a happy life.
Do you think education is the solution or let me rephrase do you think it is a priority solution. You see education, self respect and self actualization are something which are meaning less for a person whose basic needs are un met. Alexander or Modern America ; all had their basic needs fulfilled but still because of all their higher needs they moved on to achieve what they never wanted in the first place.
When the road doesn’t bend and is straight across the plains I see the eternity. That steady state is so serene and calm that time stops. I try to break the monotony by looking around but could find nothing. For a fraction of second I go out of control and the energy inside fluctuates so hard that I can feel my heart thumping.
Loosing the sense of time is queasy feeling. I’m not afraid of the darkness but I’m afraid of its in activity. People try to control their little world via plans. Plans when goes right they get delighted when they go wrong they get motivated to plan further to include the failure in the realm of their plans. Plans can be adjusted because they are the creation of man but destiny is not. This is not skeptic but a static truth.
The basic reasoning which brain uses to keep its slave under control is to blind the horizons of thinking. The frog in a well considers the well as its world which is not an issue of complicacy to it unless it gets the basic needs fulfilled. Similarly whenever limitedness is fought it is not for basic needs but for higher needs which stands on top of maslow’s need hierarchy.
Sati system, dowry, genocide , antisemitsm and others are vices in the society and are fought against because they depict limitedness of thinking.
Socrates was killed by the society because he presented unlimitedness; something which extended the horizon of common man and hence put everyone out of control of their little worlds.
You see society works on some basic laws. They are need based and work on the principle of rationality. For example the needy work for money which in turn is paid for his or her services. This simple reasoning and works “always”. This ‘always’ is a soothing word. Now suppose you render services and also pay the master for the same. This seems amusing but has the potential to crept the system completely.
Such ideology works like an atomic bomb explosion. Just as a chain reaction. First it will disable the monetary system and cause excessive burden on centre due to one way accumulation of wealth and then the social system decrypts which signifies the fall of the system.
You just look at the history; any civilization no matter how modernistic or scientific it may be, Civilizations fall just because of a thought. Yes its painful to accept and the irony is that the very fall is not because of the limitedness of basic needs but because of higher needs.
Let me clarify the difference between higher needs and basic needs.
Supposedly you see a child in worn out clothes inside a railway station begging for money. Hear wrenches out for him cause he also has his tiny sister on his back. She is cying and the boy says that they are hungry for quite some time. One way is to give some money to him which intern will fetch the food for them. But you think of a long term solution to wipe out their dilapidated situation all together. But how are you going to do it. See now you have to find a way by which the poor boy and his tiny sister could live a happy life.
Do you think education is the solution or let me rephrase do you think it is a priority solution. You see education, self respect and self actualization are something which are meaning less for a person whose basic needs are un met. Alexander or Modern America ; all had their basic needs fulfilled but still because of all their higher needs they moved on to achieve what they never wanted in the first place.
I Just Went Against The Grain
"Why is that you are behaving differently today?"
"Things have changed now. I have been through a lot during this last few days and that has changed things."
"Please dont say that? Everything will be ok. Its jsut that few things arent in our hands and all that we can do is to wait and see things happen."
"Who said that?"
" I donno"
" I dont give a shit to all that not-in-control kinda things. And i dont think we should talk about it. Its just that in my imagination i just got off the track and thought something which could never be materialised."
" hmmm..."
" See i once cared about a lot of things. I mean i even thought that something like love exists. And like those in the books ; i too got u know wavy kind. Undulated between schrizophrenic roles of my stupid self. That self inflicted disease i got from you was full of emotions and was pious to me. I got changed. I cared."
" Look.."
" wait. listen this first. Those days when i was in the pain; Where were you?Couldnt you say everything was ok then. I vegetated merely. "
" I was ... i m sorry"
" No you shudnt be. In fact i must thank you. Your comapany, though colourful in the start but hazy in the end, got me a learning of my life.
There isnt any thing called pure emotions in this world. All that it is ; is a big joke.
Even if they exist, they are in the mind, but they are for others. Not for me. Sorry "
"Now still i would say i love u. Cos it cant change, though things have changed now but that 'phase' cant be forgotten when i was supposedly in 'love'.
"Things have changed now. I have been through a lot during this last few days and that has changed things."
"Please dont say that? Everything will be ok. Its jsut that few things arent in our hands and all that we can do is to wait and see things happen."
"Who said that?"
" I donno"
" I dont give a shit to all that not-in-control kinda things. And i dont think we should talk about it. Its just that in my imagination i just got off the track and thought something which could never be materialised."
" hmmm..."
" See i once cared about a lot of things. I mean i even thought that something like love exists. And like those in the books ; i too got u know wavy kind. Undulated between schrizophrenic roles of my stupid self. That self inflicted disease i got from you was full of emotions and was pious to me. I got changed. I cared."
" Look.."
" wait. listen this first. Those days when i was in the pain; Where were you?Couldnt you say everything was ok then. I vegetated merely. "
" I was ... i m sorry"
" No you shudnt be. In fact i must thank you. Your comapany, though colourful in the start but hazy in the end, got me a learning of my life.
There isnt any thing called pure emotions in this world. All that it is ; is a big joke.
Even if they exist, they are in the mind, but they are for others. Not for me. Sorry "
"Now still i would say i love u. Cos it cant change, though things have changed now but that 'phase' cant be forgotten when i was supposedly in 'love'.
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