Classroom Musings V

I was recently going through a magazine article regarding the plight of the Godhra riots survivors and the apathy they are still facing in the hands of the administration and society (more so in case of minorities).
Here's my tribute to those who have lost everything in the carnage. Again written in one of those classes where I turn schizophorenic sometimes and break away from the mundane realities of boredom. It comes a little late but nevertheless....

Revisiting Godhra

Walking down the good old lane ,

where I'd been before.
Looking at the black brick house,
standing naked like a whore.
I see no life no aged soul,
for they've all been muted.
The silence colours the courtyard grey ,
all the laughter seems diluted.
Whose fault was it I would not know,
their eyes all seem so pale.
The happiness, the joy are gone things now,
a blanket of gloom prevails.
The air seems heavy with dried up tears,
all I breathe is agony.
Whoever broke that little girl's toy,
will he ever pay for his felony?

Vandey Maatram!!

A photo essay comprising the tri- colours prepared by me to commemorate our Republic Day.



What we were
(The First Indian Tricolor
It had lotuses for very Indian State, moon and sun depicting communal harmony)




What we are





What we want to be







What we do not want to be










What we should try to be




What we can do....


Scale heights





Touch the skies







Excel







Express ourselves
(Remember Malini Ramani?)








Burn turfs






Go Global
(A German woman gets Indian Flag painted on her face in Dharamsala )




Friends...let's pledge to do India proud by contributing in our own special ways.

Tagged and Gagged

I have been tagged by a blogger dame called Tarni and requested to write 8 things about my dream lover.
Rules of the game are …
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

So here I go...

Sex: Thrice a week wud do great. Has to be wid a female though.

1. Need not be a stunner. Though has to have a good taste in clothes and should be neatly dressed.
2. Need not think only about what to wear all the time. There are many important things in life besides what to wear and what not to ;)
3. Should be well aware about different issues and should be able to atleast contribute to every topic being discussed under the sun.
4. Should be a big fooodie and should be able to appreciate different cuisines.
5. Should have the courage to stand up and say" f**k you" to me if If I abuse /insult/disrespect her.
6. Should be able to tolerate and appreciate my sex teemed jokes and conversations.
7. Should be simple yet adventurous at heart. Shouldn't be mean in anyway.
8. Should try to understand me and help me do the same to her.

Perhaps that's asking for too much. Anybody out there??

Am back ...inFESTed

I have been writing this post after a very long time. Part culprit in this delay is my lethargy and the other one is the fest that happened recently at my campus. It's called Manfest (www.iimlmanfest.com) and is dubbed as one of the largest B- school fests in the country. this year the budget was sumwhere around 63 lacs as compared to 33 lacs last year. Many big names in the corporate world as well as from other walks of life visited us to give talks ranging from retailing to entrepreneurship to concentration to success mantras, u just name it.
It was all fun and to add colours to that were the shows by KK and Parikrama the rock band.
The Pakistani band Jal was supposed to come earlier but backed out at the last moment due to some visa issues. Happens....especially when u r dealing with someone really as militant and as jehadi as a rock band from Pakistan!! All the secularity.....sovereignity....integrity....unity.....democracy....blah blah of India are put on code red the moment u hear that they are 'conspiring' to perform here, that too in a religiously sensitive city like Lucknow.
Well , coming back to the point, we had a party right after a crappy DJs performance (his name is DJ Ryan straight from Germany and Dubai as the moron who accompanied him declared). If u guys are planning to invite this f**kface DJ to ur fest sumtime, never Do that. You'll regret bigtime. After his disastrous performance, we had an insti party which started at 1:30 a.m.
And man ....it was the best insti I have ever went to in the campus. The boooze was good, the babes rocked and the DJ (another one known as DJ Gaurav if I remember correctly) rocked!!
Well, I had the time of my life that day though was unsuccessful at some attempts to lure some babes to dance wid me (I must have been too drunk and tooo dangerous for them I guess!)
All of them seemed to be too tired to come wid me :(
Doesn't matter though, life mein aisa kat- taa hii rehtaa hai.
Am back to my real schedule again ...sleeping in classes and dreaming about opening my dream restaurant. Wish me luck..

Patents Blatants

Today has been a day of revelations of patent infringements for me. In the morning the daily TOI carried a report on a chinese mobike named "Gulsar" being launched in the Brazilian market. It's actually a fake clone of our very own Bajaj Pulsar and to top it all , even looks exactly like one. Will somebody teach ingenuity to China or is it just about copying , large scale manufacturing and dumping of goods ?
The second encounter was during my dinner meal at Sahara Ganj, a mall in Lucknow where we had gone to do some shopping. We had our meal at a food plaza where I bought a meal combo of a chicken 'maha' burger, a piece of fried chicken and a regular Pepsi from a stall called "Jack in the box". Only God knows what this name has to do with a restaurant? But, this is the case everywhere with these desi gone firang restaurants. Open up a supposedly multicuisine restaurant, give it a pseud yankee name and offer a brutally raped Indianised version of everything on menu. And worse still, they still have a huge target audience for that to lap up all the grub they offer.
Well coming back to where we were, all was fine....the food was yum, the quantity was filling, the Pepsi?...hmmm...well I dropped it on the floor even before tasting a drop of it. Well what struck me most was that the burger was an exact copy of a McDonald's one and the name was of a Nirula's burger!! andddd the chicken...well, I must say that after a very long time I've had a Kentucky Fried Chicken after it was forced to wind up it's operations in Delhi. It actually was a copy of the same though a bit more heavy on the palate. I guess the restaurant shud have named itself a Mc kentuckila's or a Nirulalds Fried chicken....whatever crap! But if somebody asks me, I'd go there again as for 70 flat bucks nobody can give u as much.

My point

Just got hold of a mail I wrote a long time back to a very close friend of mine when he tried to convince me of getting rid of fags (which I had recently started at that time) by sending me a very harsh message online. I was in a little inebbriated state at that time (yeah...i do this sin too!!) and seriously wasn't in the mood to argue over this point. So, the best method I realised at that time was to write him back describing my point of view on the matter(every sin has a justification u see!!) . The tragedy was that we stopped talking for quite some time as he got quite pissed off with my reply. Though since than we have resolved our differences and share the same beautiful relationship as ever but I simply cannot forget this incident thru my life even if I want to, the mail and it's repurcussions that is.
It ran something like that...

" Hi,
This ain’t no justification mail urging u to talk to me as asked to abstain from. This is just to make one thing clear and drive home the point that every person needs some personal space of his own which if devoid of makes one a rebel. It automatically incites him to do what he was threatened not to do with dire consequences. For how long can one abnegate himself from things which sometimes if not always give him certain pleasures? The pleasure of being free to do what he wants to do……do what he always wanted to do .To live one’s own life. To atleast try and experience everything that life has to offer whether good or bad.

Certain people have that adventurous knack of doing things that others detest. That doesn’t always make them wrong. For others might not always be able to experience them, learn from them and most of all enjoy them. There lies the beauty of life ……unexpected, unprecedented and un-preprogrammed.

People should understand that individuals are different and it is a sin to expect from them what you never intend to do or never have the courage to do. Coz rules, regulations , boundations and above all expectations can act as anathema to some. They are mature and ADULT enough to understand what is right or wrong for them and this thing need not be reinforced upon them. I think that in mutual understanding lies the beauty of friendship which can be eternal if friendship is what friendship is meant to be. Not a clear cut relationship guided by self-opinions of others and their concerns for others. For concerns, if overdosed can also cause one to suffocate and might turn a good relationship sour if they turn into possessiveness or rather over possessiveness for the one at the receiving end.

I hope this drives the point well at home.

Extremely sorry if I’v hurt ur feelings but try to understand my point of view also."

It's now that I in my full senses realise the causticness of the mail and the impact it might have had on him for the time being. Life does bring u at certain junctures where you have to be rude at times to some of the closest people around you jus to satiate your ego I guess.

An idea whose time has come....

It has to shine through all the obscurities.
Me...yet to come out with something like that but I know I will.
Photo Courtesy: Zatomm( www.foolonahill.blogspot.com)

Classroom Musings IV

Here's one poem I wrote while in class sixth. The teacher had one word and asked us to write a poem on it. My word was 'Sun'.

The Dawn

The dawn comes as the sun rises,

waking every bird and plant.

And, filling their mind with happiness,

like the dreams of them have come true.

Every bird is chirping aloud,

and the flowers blossom ,

like the sudden burst of rain from a cloud.

I came...I saw...I slept

Am back from hols after about a week. Itz the time when u really want to run away from everything around you. But as usual things don't always go ur way. The week went past in a jiffy without giving me time even to pull thru properly. Am realxing in every possible way since I've come back, catching up with 7-8 hrs of sleep at nite, watching movies, playin pool,listening to some really soulful songs like "Zindaa hoon " by Strings and some stuff by Rabbi and Jal also.Heavy metal has taken a back seat for a while.

Have already given in to one sin out of seven that is GLUTTANY. I've been eating a lot than ever ever since I went back home. People have already starting to point out that I'm gaining a lil' more of adipose tissues jus by lookin' at my face. Hafta start jogging soon. My new year resolution of doin' away wid fags went up in smoke on the very first day in the campus wen a friend took out a pack of Camels he got from Bangalore. This is what u call ill-will power [:D]