Dear youngest Federer,
By the time you are old enough to understand this,your father wont be the player he once
was.So,this is for you,from those of us who were there,just to tell you who he was.He was a champion like tennis had never seen.He was so graceful-any ballet dancers would wanna burn their shoes.He was fast.He was powerful,but like a ferrari.They all came at him,and they all fell to him!major after major,year after year your father dominated this sport,the way avalanches dominate trees.And yet he was so humble and decent that it became no shame to lose to him.In fact,it became kind of an honour!To lose to ROGER FEDERER meant you were woven into the fabric of sports history.And what a histoy he wrote!You ll read abt it someday and it will shock you.But his finest moment might have been when on a sun splashed sunday of Wimbledon,he passed the record of Pete Sampras.Some thought we might not ever see that day!Thought he had been passed by younger,bulkier models.But they were wrong.GODS do not get passed!This august,you'll come along and tennis will be less important.majors will become minors,trophies will become teething rings.and ur father's perfect life will,somehow,get even better!
:) :) :D
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
The Knight Rider
In the past,I have written about my most favourite persons in the world.So here comes another one,which,again,I am writing about one of my most favourite!
How do you know that you are in the presence of a celebrity?When the security huddle around him is almost as recognisable as he is.And how do you know that you're a celebrity sucker?When you can recognise them both.
SRK virtually writes his own copy.He speaks fast,cutting and comic in turn.He's flown from Paris,lost his luggage,lost his voice while cheering his IPL team and signed a gazillion autographs,while checking on his children's school principal and preventing a friend's efforts to make him eat.
Khan calls himself an employee of Shah Rukh Khan Inc.And indeed,he seems more an envoy of his own multipe selves.Is he the writer of the all-caps slogans he shows on his laptop?Is he the father who misses his son?Is he the actor who cant stand to be beaten?My guess is this is a man who is constantly surprising himself,one minute a model businessman,another the world's most famous Muslim,and yet another it's biggest stars.And i suspect nothing else about this changeable star will remain the same...
How do you know that you are in the presence of a celebrity?When the security huddle around him is almost as recognisable as he is.And how do you know that you're a celebrity sucker?When you can recognise them both.
SRK virtually writes his own copy.He speaks fast,cutting and comic in turn.He's flown from Paris,lost his luggage,lost his voice while cheering his IPL team and signed a gazillion autographs,while checking on his children's school principal and preventing a friend's efforts to make him eat.
Khan calls himself an employee of Shah Rukh Khan Inc.And indeed,he seems more an envoy of his own multipe selves.Is he the writer of the all-caps slogans he shows on his laptop?Is he the father who misses his son?Is he the actor who cant stand to be beaten?My guess is this is a man who is constantly surprising himself,one minute a model businessman,another the world's most famous Muslim,and yet another it's biggest stars.And i suspect nothing else about this changeable star will remain the same...
Friday, November 12, 2010
Some of my poems...
Hey all.These are some of my poems.I know u must be thinking 'when did she start writing poems?'.But yes.I can gurantee they arent bad!Most of them (or all of them) reflect my past...
The joke's on me.
I keep waiting for the phone to ring
Yet I know it won't be you;
I try to fill my life with busyness
Yet all I do is think of you.
What became of us
And all our dreams and plans;
How could you turn and walk away
As I watched our castles turn to sand?
Do you never even miss me
Don't you long to caress my face;
How could you forget so easily
And You I can't erase?
I want to be in your arms again
To see the laughter in your eyes;
But I guess the joke's on me
And Oh! Was I surprised!
Something
And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.
The joke's on me.
I keep waiting for the phone to ring
Yet I know it won't be you;
I try to fill my life with busyness
Yet all I do is think of you.
What became of us
And all our dreams and plans;
How could you turn and walk away
As I watched our castles turn to sand?
Do you never even miss me
Don't you long to caress my face;
How could you forget so easily
And You I can't erase?
I want to be in your arms again
To see the laughter in your eyes;
But I guess the joke's on me
And Oh! Was I surprised!
Something
And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Dadu :)
They say History repeats itself.Well,I dont know about history,but whatever is happening around me is surely repeating itself.Once again,"The Great Shifting Episode"...once again,Dadu is moving away to The Indian Institute of Management,Bangalore...once again,to one of the best educational institutes in the world.Once again,my one of the three most favourite persons in the wolrd is moving away...
But something is different.This time,after the completion of his post graduation,he would come anywhere but home.I wont get time to spend with him just coz he would be too busy.He wouldnt make maggie for me coz he wold be busy having tea with his office people.We wont go out to eat Bhurji near BMCC,but we would rather go to a 3 star restaurant just coz it would suit his "status".He will always be well groomed unlike when i had to run behind him and make him shave.He wont go out in shorts and the most miserable t shirt i have ever seen,and he wont touch my Scootie in front of his Audi.Will he miss our dabba Activa when he's really tired of going
everywhere in a car?Would he miss Pune's power cuts when he's sitting in an A/C office all day and night?
Its time again...to be all by myself in my room,my table,my bed,my computer and my parents...but do I really want this?No!I want him to fight with me over the computer,or who will sit where while watching TV.A fight over remote?Well,I learnt to surrender,hand him the remote and not continue the fight further a long time ago!But most of all,what i learnt is to be myself and be honest to my parents,no matter what.I got from him the courage to strive when everyone else is happily enjoying,be it for an NTS scholarship,or just anything else.He taught me that I have everything and better at my resource to become someone i want to.And he also taught me to watch Cricket and HATE cricket!He is my inspiration for literally everything,except for studying Biology.What I am today,or what I will be in the recent future is all his credit,more than my parents or anyone else.I didnt cry like a baby this time.Maybe its just that I have got used my most loved people being taken away from me...
I have grown from caling him "Tejadya" to "Dadu",and trust me,not even my mom can beat me in knowing him!There was time when i saw him getting bowled over by babes or more appropriately girls getting bowled over by him!I do everything possible for him,even if it includes just buying him a lead pencil!And i bet he cant shop for himself anymore,coz its been me whose been doing that job for a considerably long time now!I wonder how this "undisputed PJ God of his hostel" bro of mine uses the most deadly PJs to hit on girls and succeeds at that!Quirky by nature,he hates coriander(!)and goes to painful lengths to ensure that not even a molecule of it enters his mouth.He spends most of his time on phone or chat these days.7 hours of phone continously and whole night of chatting spanning more than 2900 lines.I am yet to ascertain if current Guiness World record is comparable to this feat of his.Worth mentioning is the four page long love letter he penned down for his gf this V-day,when I believe that he hasnt written that much notes in class last two sems combined!Witty,flirtatious,whimsical,talkative,caring,ambitious and hardworking is how his friends describe him,and I cant agree more!
Excluding his habit of over protectiveness and over sensitivity towards me,I have never really regretted having a bro.There comes a time when some of my friends describe their relationshiops with their elder sisters,and I feel jealous.But when I come home and hear one of his career theories for me instead of how-to-persuade-mom-to-go-shopping theory(which usually happens with sisters),the thought vanishes!Yet,I dont seem to understand some of his logics,me not being allowed to be on Facebook being an example.Now as he learns (to) "Manage-men-t"actfully,I am enjoying the fact that he is a student once again on the contrast of his last 2 years job and unlimited fun(he he!).
What i see him after 4 years from today,is a handsome and smart CEO of a leading financial company,with a beautiful wife and a fat(ter) salary...I cant be happier!Miss him like hell.
But something is different.This time,after the completion of his post graduation,he would come anywhere but home.I wont get time to spend with him just coz he would be too busy.He wouldnt make maggie for me coz he wold be busy having tea with his office people.We wont go out to eat Bhurji near BMCC,but we would rather go to a 3 star restaurant just coz it would suit his "status".He will always be well groomed unlike when i had to run behind him and make him shave.He wont go out in shorts and the most miserable t shirt i have ever seen,and he wont touch my Scootie in front of his Audi.Will he miss our dabba Activa when he's really tired of going
everywhere in a car?Would he miss Pune's power cuts when he's sitting in an A/C office all day and night?
Its time again...to be all by myself in my room,my table,my bed,my computer and my parents...but do I really want this?No!I want him to fight with me over the computer,or who will sit where while watching TV.A fight over remote?Well,I learnt to surrender,hand him the remote and not continue the fight further a long time ago!But most of all,what i learnt is to be myself and be honest to my parents,no matter what.I got from him the courage to strive when everyone else is happily enjoying,be it for an NTS scholarship,or just anything else.He taught me that I have everything and better at my resource to become someone i want to.And he also taught me to watch Cricket and HATE cricket!He is my inspiration for literally everything,except for studying Biology.What I am today,or what I will be in the recent future is all his credit,more than my parents or anyone else.I didnt cry like a baby this time.Maybe its just that I have got used my most loved people being taken away from me...
I have grown from caling him "Tejadya" to "Dadu",and trust me,not even my mom can beat me in knowing him!There was time when i saw him getting bowled over by babes or more appropriately girls getting bowled over by him!I do everything possible for him,even if it includes just buying him a lead pencil!And i bet he cant shop for himself anymore,coz its been me whose been doing that job for a considerably long time now!I wonder how this "undisputed PJ God of his hostel" bro of mine uses the most deadly PJs to hit on girls and succeeds at that!Quirky by nature,he hates coriander(!)and goes to painful lengths to ensure that not even a molecule of it enters his mouth.He spends most of his time on phone or chat these days.7 hours of phone continously and whole night of chatting spanning more than 2900 lines.I am yet to ascertain if current Guiness World record is comparable to this feat of his.Worth mentioning is the four page long love letter he penned down for his gf this V-day,when I believe that he hasnt written that much notes in class last two sems combined!Witty,flirtatious,whimsical,talkative,caring,ambitious and hardworking is how his friends describe him,and I cant agree more!
Excluding his habit of over protectiveness and over sensitivity towards me,I have never really regretted having a bro.There comes a time when some of my friends describe their relationshiops with their elder sisters,and I feel jealous.But when I come home and hear one of his career theories for me instead of how-to-persuade-mom-to-go-shopping theory(which usually happens with sisters),the thought vanishes!Yet,I dont seem to understand some of his logics,me not being allowed to be on Facebook being an example.Now as he learns (to) "Manage-men-t"actfully,I am enjoying the fact that he is a student once again on the contrast of his last 2 years job and unlimited fun(he he!).
What i see him after 4 years from today,is a handsome and smart CEO of a leading financial company,with a beautiful wife and a fat(ter) salary...I cant be happier!Miss him like hell.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
She's mine,and she's me.
This is a blog about my best friend.And as the rule of blogging goes,I am not allowed to write her
name here.But I am sure every person reading this knows who I am talking about.
Yeah,you guessed it right.She's the person who came into my life as unexpectedly as unpredictable she is,whom I so adore with all of me,and who has now become an inseperable part of my life just as my family,so much so that now i have stopped considering her as another person.She's mine,and She's me.She's someone who taught me to be myself,and that it was a hell lot of fun to laugh on myself.She told me it needn't be that way,and that it was right to get hopelessly lost sometimes.She never ever judged me.She said I can do anything I put my mind to.And suddenly I knew I could.She listened to me. And I bet she thought I'd never end!
A totally totally fun loving person.She can laugh and laugh at almost anything.Has a pretty straight outlook towards life and likes to give fundae on life often!Her philo sessions are quite useful though i must confess. Happiness,sadness,fear,hatred,guilt etc..she has an explanation for them all.Really likes to sleep a lot and hates to be woken up.A gem of a person and a really nice catch if u are totally jobless in life!Really really childish when she is in the best of her moods and u never know what is wrong with her!
She is someone who sticks up to me when i am being put down,always has my back,lends me her shoulder (and sometimes her sofa set,and i expect her bf next time!he he) when i am sad,doesnt care if i am crazy,and doesnt care what others think about me.I dont want her in my life,i need her in my life.I dont like her,I love her.And i am glad I found her...coz i would be absolutely lost without her!
And oh!The reasons why she is my best friend even after all the (bullshit) honest answers she has given me until now?Well,all of those are impossible to write here.But i am listing a few of them though...Because she understands just by looking into my eyes.Because she finishes my sentences and knows what I like.Because she knows me better than i know myself.Because I can say something stupid to her.Because everything we do together becomes a memory.Because we dont need to do something to have fun.It just happens.Because I dont need to explain anything to her.She just knows.Because she tells me the truth,no matter how much I'd not hear it.Because she believes in my dreams,no matter how silly they may sound.Because I am good enough when i am with her(not always though).And because I am not afraid to be myself with her!I am never the "Manasi Kulkarni" with her.I stop caring about the world for a while,or even a broken heart sometimes when she's around.I am just Mansu,who has been with her since the seventh grade (and who hates it when she appreciates two of my arch rivals)!I dont need to care about my grades,or my studies when with her.And they seem like the least of my worries.
To be precise,yet speak the truth,I actually thought of her as a girl with cute dimples and some stranger from D division when she first became my partner.And as u all must be knowing,i really LOVE dimples and i feel unfortunate for not having a couple on my own cheeks.How i hated that part of her those days!Never thought she would become this important to me,and that i would become immune to the smile every time she laughs and not to think about those dimples(not totally yet, though)
There were times when we didn't see eye to eye.And there were days when both of us cried.But even so we made it through.Glad that i met her..and Re met her... :)Life is beautiful,and so they say...yet so empty,until you can share the moments in life with the one you care.Life is beautiful,and so they say...yet so dull until you can feel all the emotions that can't be more real.And so I pray that this may lead to a life that is truly beautiful,and so one day I may say...Life is beautiful ..infact u made it beautiful!And before these line sound more like those said to ur boyfriend,I should probably stop.To hell with the rules,I love u Surabhi!
P.S-This blog doesnt serve u as a purpose for flashing ur dimples in front of me as a token of appreciation.He he!
name here.But I am sure every person reading this knows who I am talking about.
Yeah,you guessed it right.She's the person who came into my life as unexpectedly as unpredictable she is,whom I so adore with all of me,and who has now become an inseperable part of my life just as my family,so much so that now i have stopped considering her as another person.She's mine,and She's me.She's someone who taught me to be myself,and that it was a hell lot of fun to laugh on myself.She told me it needn't be that way,and that it was right to get hopelessly lost sometimes.She never ever judged me.She said I can do anything I put my mind to.And suddenly I knew I could.She listened to me. And I bet she thought I'd never end!
A totally totally fun loving person.She can laugh and laugh at almost anything.Has a pretty straight outlook towards life and likes to give fundae on life often!Her philo sessions are quite useful though i must confess. Happiness,sadness,fear,hatred,guilt etc..she has an explanation for them all.Really likes to sleep a lot and hates to be woken up.A gem of a person and a really nice catch if u are totally jobless in life!Really really childish when she is in the best of her moods and u never know what is wrong with her!
She is someone who sticks up to me when i am being put down,always has my back,lends me her shoulder (and sometimes her sofa set,and i expect her bf next time!he he) when i am sad,doesnt care if i am crazy,and doesnt care what others think about me.I dont want her in my life,i need her in my life.I dont like her,I love her.And i am glad I found her...coz i would be absolutely lost without her!
And oh!The reasons why she is my best friend even after all the (bullshit) honest answers she has given me until now?Well,all of those are impossible to write here.But i am listing a few of them though...Because she understands just by looking into my eyes.Because she finishes my sentences and knows what I like.Because she knows me better than i know myself.Because I can say something stupid to her.Because everything we do together becomes a memory.Because we dont need to do something to have fun.It just happens.Because I dont need to explain anything to her.She just knows.Because she tells me the truth,no matter how much I'd not hear it.Because she believes in my dreams,no matter how silly they may sound.Because I am good enough when i am with her(not always though).And because I am not afraid to be myself with her!I am never the "Manasi Kulkarni" with her.I stop caring about the world for a while,or even a broken heart sometimes when she's around.I am just Mansu,who has been with her since the seventh grade (and who hates it when she appreciates two of my arch rivals)!I dont need to care about my grades,or my studies when with her.And they seem like the least of my worries.
To be precise,yet speak the truth,I actually thought of her as a girl with cute dimples and some stranger from D division when she first became my partner.And as u all must be knowing,i really LOVE dimples and i feel unfortunate for not having a couple on my own cheeks.How i hated that part of her those days!Never thought she would become this important to me,and that i would become immune to the smile every time she laughs and not to think about those dimples(not totally yet, though)
There were times when we didn't see eye to eye.And there were days when both of us cried.But even so we made it through.Glad that i met her..and Re met her... :)Life is beautiful,and so they say...yet so empty,until you can share the moments in life with the one you care.Life is beautiful,and so they say...yet so dull until you can feel all the emotions that can't be more real.And so I pray that this may lead to a life that is truly beautiful,and so one day I may say...Life is beautiful ..infact u made it beautiful!And before these line sound more like those said to ur boyfriend,I should probably stop.To hell with the rules,I love u Surabhi!
P.S-This blog doesnt serve u as a purpose for flashing ur dimples in front of me as a token of appreciation.He he!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wish they understood this...
Here's a list...of all the things I would like for the MEN to understand!Actually read this somewhere but couldnt help posting it!
1)That they need to be more sensitive-its sexy when a man has a body of metal and is a softy at heart.
2)Wish they were gentlemen.They would earn brownie points!
3)Its the effort that counts.So what the fod is barely edible?At least she tried!
4)That its every woman's inherent need to be an irritating shopaholic.Take it or leave it!
5)Wish they would understand that women have butter fingers.So forgive her even if she spilled nail varnish on your favourite shirt...it happens!
6)Its great to be buddies.So open that heart and speak up what is bothering u.
7)Wish they would bury their egos where it cannot be found.
8)Wish they would understand that cuddles are the best solution to most problems!
9)We need u to stand by us especially when we are goofed up in public.Dont yell at us!
10)Wish the dumbos would understand that every woman is a litle girl inside and all she wants is love and she will turn her world around for u!
All I need is some appreciation guys...so come forward,bury ur egos and do it!:P
1)That they need to be more sensitive-its sexy when a man has a body of metal and is a softy at heart.
2)Wish they were gentlemen.They would earn brownie points!
3)Its the effort that counts.So what the fod is barely edible?At least she tried!
4)That its every woman's inherent need to be an irritating shopaholic.Take it or leave it!
5)Wish they would understand that women have butter fingers.So forgive her even if she spilled nail varnish on your favourite shirt...it happens!
6)Its great to be buddies.So open that heart and speak up what is bothering u.
7)Wish they would bury their egos where it cannot be found.
8)Wish they would understand that cuddles are the best solution to most problems!
9)We need u to stand by us especially when we are goofed up in public.Dont yell at us!
10)Wish the dumbos would understand that every woman is a litle girl inside and all she wants is love and she will turn her world around for u!
All I need is some appreciation guys...so come forward,bury ur egos and do it!:P
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
As I mature......
...I have learnt that no matter how much I care about come people,they are just assholes.
...I have learnt that you cannot make someone love u.All u can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
...I have learnt that it takes years to build up trust,and it takes only suspicion,not proof,to destroy it.
...I have learnt that u shouldnt compare urselves to others-they are more screwed up than u think.
...I have learnt that u can keep vomiting long after u think u have finished.
...I have learnt that we are responsible for whatever we do unless we are celebrities.
...I have learnt that regardless of how hot and steaming a relationship is at first,the passion fades and there would better be a lot of money to take its place.
...I have learnt that the people u care about the most in this world are taken away from u to soon and all the less important ones just never go away....
Hope something good will happen to me.if not,tough shit...
...I have learnt that you cannot make someone love u.All u can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
...I have learnt that it takes years to build up trust,and it takes only suspicion,not proof,to destroy it.
...I have learnt that u shouldnt compare urselves to others-they are more screwed up than u think.
...I have learnt that u can keep vomiting long after u think u have finished.
...I have learnt that we are responsible for whatever we do unless we are celebrities.
...I have learnt that regardless of how hot and steaming a relationship is at first,the passion fades and there would better be a lot of money to take its place.
...I have learnt that the people u care about the most in this world are taken away from u to soon and all the less important ones just never go away....
Hope something good will happen to me.if not,tough shit...
Friday, March 12, 2010
Angst with pimples...
A Buddhist poet once said that as one grows older,one grows stupider.I attributed this claim to bitter cynicism,but now i am not so sure.
You see,i am a teenager.Mine is a stage of life that is full of learning,confusion and acne.But the
infamous "Teenage" is something else too.It is a catalyst.I dont know if its the raging hormones,
or the complete isolation that the teenagers seem to feel,but something happens to us.Something
triggers us to do what a lot of people seem to have forgotten how to do-question.
Till the happy age of twelve,we are told a lot of things and this is how our foundation as a human
being is built.Then,if we are unlucky,at the age of thirteen,we begin to question everything that we have been taught.The distraught parents and teachers like to call it the naturally "rebellious
nature" of the teenagers,but actually it is just us trying to understand things that have been taken for granted for so long.Matters such as death,ethics,and the purpose of life might be what that drug abusing,tattoo covered,apparanetly 'lost' son of yours is actually thinking about.I know
I am.
To me,grades,getting a job or making money seem the least of our problems.What about dying?Why spend all our lives trying to secure a 'good future' when actually all our futures are quite similar?What about the difference between good and bad?Everone knows that we consider good or bad is only what we've been conditioned to believe through our upbringing,so why should anyone still cling like leeches to obsolete views and archaic opinions-on the glory of nationhood,sanctity of tradition-that are neither absolute nor relevant.What about the countries at war?What about the religions and the riots they cause?Why isnt everyone worried about these things?Does everyone just want to keep living in complacence only to die one day not knowing anything more than what they were taught by others?Think about it-we begin dying he moment we are born.Time is short-too short to worry about policies and possession.
The teenage years are most probably the most tormented time of one's life,but given a choice
between a confused teenager an a habituated grown up,the pimples dont seem half as bad!
You see,i am a teenager.Mine is a stage of life that is full of learning,confusion and acne.But the
infamous "Teenage" is something else too.It is a catalyst.I dont know if its the raging hormones,
or the complete isolation that the teenagers seem to feel,but something happens to us.Something
triggers us to do what a lot of people seem to have forgotten how to do-question.
Till the happy age of twelve,we are told a lot of things and this is how our foundation as a human
being is built.Then,if we are unlucky,at the age of thirteen,we begin to question everything that we have been taught.The distraught parents and teachers like to call it the naturally "rebellious
nature" of the teenagers,but actually it is just us trying to understand things that have been taken for granted for so long.Matters such as death,ethics,and the purpose of life might be what that drug abusing,tattoo covered,apparanetly 'lost' son of yours is actually thinking about.I know
I am.
To me,grades,getting a job or making money seem the least of our problems.What about dying?Why spend all our lives trying to secure a 'good future' when actually all our futures are quite similar?What about the difference between good and bad?Everone knows that we consider good or bad is only what we've been conditioned to believe through our upbringing,so why should anyone still cling like leeches to obsolete views and archaic opinions-on the glory of nationhood,sanctity of tradition-that are neither absolute nor relevant.What about the countries at war?What about the religions and the riots they cause?Why isnt everyone worried about these things?Does everyone just want to keep living in complacence only to die one day not knowing anything more than what they were taught by others?Think about it-we begin dying he moment we are born.Time is short-too short to worry about policies and possession.
The teenage years are most probably the most tormented time of one's life,but given a choice
between a confused teenager an a habituated grown up,the pimples dont seem half as bad!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Sleep is Good!
For the first time in, i dont know how many years, I slept for 13 hours at a stretch! No worries of
the exams going staring me in my face, no worries of missing grub, no worries of the phone ringing, and most importantly no worries of being woken up by my own guilt! :P
On a more serious note, I am still feeling sleepy and i dont know what is wrong with me! It has just been about 3 hours since i woke up after 13 hours, and out of those 3 hours i have slept again for 1!! Still feeling sleepy and i have no idea how to stop it! No classes in the morning and it feels like the whole world is so in favour of me sleeping again for a "while"! :D :D :D
I just realized how much i LOVE sleeping!Laziness rocks!
the exams going staring me in my face, no worries of missing grub, no worries of the phone ringing, and most importantly no worries of being woken up by my own guilt! :P
On a more serious note, I am still feeling sleepy and i dont know what is wrong with me! It has just been about 3 hours since i woke up after 13 hours, and out of those 3 hours i have slept again for 1!! Still feeling sleepy and i have no idea how to stop it! No classes in the morning and it feels like the whole world is so in favour of me sleeping again for a "while"! :D :D :D
I just realized how much i LOVE sleeping!Laziness rocks!
Monday, March 8, 2010
"Women's Day"
Unusually,Devashree was the first caller of my day.A cheerful 'Happy Women's Day' followed an
enthusiastic 'Hello'.And me,personally in opposition of celebrating such days,started thinking about the so called day that was being celebrated.It is ironic that 60 years after India became
a Republic we are stil struggling to create a space for our women-perhaps the most neglected
minority in our country.Make the girl child the main focus of our educational schemes,give her
the opportunity to get ahead on a level playing field of life,and see the difference!(AS qouted
by Shobhaa De)
Why only women's day?We never celebrate Men's day...do we?The answer to this question is simple.The basic need to celebrate this day must have come from the guilt of exploiting women right?All 'Men' have always been dominating the society for centuries together not only in India,
but all over the world.And for which reason?God knows!Oh what I think of Women's Day etc?
I think nothing actually, it's overrated and another product of Hallmark. The only positive
outcome of such days are the special funds and programs allocated by development bodies.
Giving a gift to ur mother or sister on account of this day,giving respect to all women in ur
life by listening to them all day(and on just one day!)... Is this all we expect?Is expecting the same respect every single day of our lives wrong?Eveteasing,rapes,molestation...Its we all
who face these horrors each day and WE oursleves are blamed for these sonditions of ours?
Not fair!
Womanhood is something I can give myself a complete low down on - provided my sick baby doesn't wake up screaming. Some totally random thoughts on being a woman - an outcome of my current state of mind. A woman:
* Always assumes responsibility of diffusing a conflicting situation in the family no matter how far she is from the cause.
* Is the one who cancels all exciting plans on an annual vacation to be with a sick child.
* Is always responsible for issues with the household help.
* Even in modern times being an ambitious career woman knowing her full potential yet sitting
at home taking care of a toddler can be fun and fulfilling.
Somehow,I feel like laughing on all the men who think women are the weaker sections of the
society.Dont you?Arent WE,the WOMEN equal,and sometimes better than our own brothers?Isnt the President of our country a woman?Dont WE lead some of the most prestigious law firms,hospitals,companies all over the world?
And for all the guys reading this blog...you are here because of ur mom,a woman,dude!So just keep in mind the next time you pass comments on a girl...u might be teasing your future Boss!Yet,on a more celebratory note,Happy International Women's Day.This greeting also goes to all the wonderful men who enrich our lives.Thank you for being there,guys!
enthusiastic 'Hello'.And me,personally in opposition of celebrating such days,started thinking about the so called day that was being celebrated.It is ironic that 60 years after India became
a Republic we are stil struggling to create a space for our women-perhaps the most neglected
minority in our country.Make the girl child the main focus of our educational schemes,give her
the opportunity to get ahead on a level playing field of life,and see the difference!(AS qouted
by Shobhaa De)
Why only women's day?We never celebrate Men's day...do we?The answer to this question is simple.The basic need to celebrate this day must have come from the guilt of exploiting women right?All 'Men' have always been dominating the society for centuries together not only in India,
but all over the world.And for which reason?God knows!Oh what I think of Women's Day etc?
I think nothing actually, it's overrated and another product of Hallmark. The only positive
outcome of such days are the special funds and programs allocated by development bodies.
Giving a gift to ur mother or sister on account of this day,giving respect to all women in ur
life by listening to them all day(and on just one day!)... Is this all we expect?Is expecting the same respect every single day of our lives wrong?Eveteasing,rapes,molestation...Its we all
who face these horrors each day and WE oursleves are blamed for these sonditions of ours?
Not fair!
Womanhood is something I can give myself a complete low down on - provided my sick baby doesn't wake up screaming. Some totally random thoughts on being a woman - an outcome of my current state of mind. A woman:
* Always assumes responsibility of diffusing a conflicting situation in the family no matter how far she is from the cause.
* Is the one who cancels all exciting plans on an annual vacation to be with a sick child.
* Is always responsible for issues with the household help.
* Even in modern times being an ambitious career woman knowing her full potential yet sitting
at home taking care of a toddler can be fun and fulfilling.
Somehow,I feel like laughing on all the men who think women are the weaker sections of the
society.Dont you?Arent WE,the WOMEN equal,and sometimes better than our own brothers?Isnt the President of our country a woman?Dont WE lead some of the most prestigious law firms,hospitals,companies all over the world?
And for all the guys reading this blog...you are here because of ur mom,a woman,dude!So just keep in mind the next time you pass comments on a girl...u might be teasing your future Boss!Yet,on a more celebratory note,Happy International Women's Day.This greeting also goes to all the wonderful men who enrich our lives.Thank you for being there,guys!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
the 4th idiot...
The look of the student walking in the professional college was as if he is out there to teach, and not to learn. The student starts displaying his hidden, special talent with arrogant attitude as soon as he enters the college premises where everybody is tensed and victimised due to severe sexual harassment at the hands of seniors…called as ragging. And this sets the meter on, on which the entire movie was going to run.Then there were frequent recurrent scenes of toilets with side angles, top view, bottom view, scenes of pissing, here and there with spoonful of shocking learning sessions, scenes of bathrooms, commodes, scenes of exhibiting under wears and feeling proud about it, talking of word Balatkar N number of times and laughing till tummy bursts as if ‘raped’, similar is the story of the climax scene where an untrained young man inspects and examines whether there was crowning during emergency labour.. by putting his head in between a prospective good looking young mother’s thighs and the shot was kept on for around 6-10 seconds…And through out the movie the respected Ladies and Gentlemen in their respected chairs were laughing, giggling, happy and hilarious... as if they were watching one of the finest, greatest and talented creations of our old and matured Indian Cinema.
I, then, realised that I was the only idiot amongst those hundreds sitting there.
I thought that we still belong to a place…
Where wearing short T shirt and be-low-waist jean is a matter of hot debate...
Where religious values are rated much higher up than humanitarian values...
Where ladies are not allowed to enter many temples of big-big cities...
Where girls going to pubs, drinking, holding her he/she friend’s hand passionately in a public place is a matter of social taboo…
Where pissing, toilets, shit-ting, rape related acts on our dear ones, ‘balls’ etc are related to bad words amounting to abuses….and much more.
And I came to know that I was seriously wrong.
All were enjoying the movie and I was the idiot, odd man out, was finding something or the other out of place. Through out the movie the staff, the professors, the princi were portrayed as idiots and made fun off…, The education system, the parents and the elders (seniors) were easily targeted and almost labelled idiots… and the actually shown 3 idiots were the three cleavers… humble and modest... who laughingly allowed us to call them idiot…
Salute to their modesty…
The success of the movie does not lie in the make, take, or break (breaking of social norms), but lies in the heads and hearts of the viewers who have a strong unresolved feeling that they could have been better off and could have done better if they would have done something different… and that is simply because of the education system, which according to them is rusted and rotten, has not given them enough.And therefore the Babamaharaj hero of the movie tells them to be what you want to be and be what you are…be able first, success will follow… All were learning laughingly and I, the odd man idiot, was thinking of Adwaniji… who is widely considered as able but failed time and again.and I kept thinking of those so called great names whose contribution has shown us a dream of ‘India : the superpower”, which might not come true… but which doesn’t seem impossible… all those were and are the produce of the same education system.Again, I the idiot was on wrong track…
I kept wondering...How this will make today’s aggressive generation more aggressive on their seniors… be it parent, professor, princi…
How today’s wayward young blood will get a tool to behave more wayward under the banner of do-what-you-feel-like….
How the young will get inspired to confront establishment because they are made aware that the system under which they are learning is weak, hollow and out-dated.
But All others in the auditorium were jumping and bouncing in their chairs….
And I the idiot was feeling great that I could think different. I got to know that I was wrong as soon as picture got over when the people started discussing as if they had witnessed a greatest phenomenon of life that was only possible because of the wonderfool creation of Indi-cinema.
The movie was actually a ditto carbon copy of a similar movie in past and could have been labelled as Munnabhai BE, BTech… it was an old wine in old bottle with a new title. All the scenes and shots were conceptualised same like that of Munna MBBS… right from affair with deans daughter to change of identity to end the movie.
The only difference was...
There in MBBS, the message was subtle; situation based, and from an illiterate, uneducated person victimised by the system and was about a touch of humanity…
While here in this ‘BE, BTech’, it is by the educated, over smart, critics of establishment and arrogant Heroes of today. for those who are elite and educated.
And what was the message, “follow your passion”
Is it really possible to follow once own passion? What kind of social and cultural set-up in which we all are tied down? Does every one get space to introspect, think, and know his/her passion? Do we have that kind of up-bringing to be able to realise and then actualise our own real potential? can a typical middle class (really typical, these days the so called middle class has as upward shift, to as upper middle class.. and lower class has got further devalued due to relative rise in the socio-economical standards. so the typical middle class has shrunken in size and number but therefore only got more suffocated and suppressed.) value-system ever offer so much freedom and choice for anyone to know surely what his/her passion could be?
Knowingly or unknowingly we (in India) give more emphasis on creating more and more good, smart and apparently intelligent Copy-Cats. We are so smart in this business that no-one can ever say that ‘this’ cat is copying. Why no-one even we do not realise that to what we call ‘our’ originality has its (deep) roots somewhere in past, west, east or waste (something thrown and discarded by someone as waste and outdated). But we are so much proud of ourselves that even if someone just mentions about anything as copy, we feel strongly offended and insulted, that we go to any extent to prove that we aren’t copy-cat, and in turn we prove the contradiction raised and not the real ‘original’ point.
Are such copy-cats expected to know their real passion?
and if they are currently frustrated with whatever they are doing…. aren’t they going to feel more and more and more frustrated that they are not doing what their unknown, untapped ‘talent’ wanted them to do. and commit suicide, the way shown in the movie… just check the published suicide rate since the movie is released.
This copy-cat attitude only created havoc after the movie was released… with the author of the original novel. The poor author did not know that their lies a Cat in each copy-cat....
I, then, realised that I was the only idiot amongst those hundreds sitting there.
I thought that we still belong to a place…
Where wearing short T shirt and be-low-waist jean is a matter of hot debate...
Where religious values are rated much higher up than humanitarian values...
Where ladies are not allowed to enter many temples of big-big cities...
Where girls going to pubs, drinking, holding her he/she friend’s hand passionately in a public place is a matter of social taboo…
Where pissing, toilets, shit-ting, rape related acts on our dear ones, ‘balls’ etc are related to bad words amounting to abuses….and much more.
And I came to know that I was seriously wrong.
All were enjoying the movie and I was the idiot, odd man out, was finding something or the other out of place. Through out the movie the staff, the professors, the princi were portrayed as idiots and made fun off…, The education system, the parents and the elders (seniors) were easily targeted and almost labelled idiots… and the actually shown 3 idiots were the three cleavers… humble and modest... who laughingly allowed us to call them idiot…
Salute to their modesty…
The success of the movie does not lie in the make, take, or break (breaking of social norms), but lies in the heads and hearts of the viewers who have a strong unresolved feeling that they could have been better off and could have done better if they would have done something different… and that is simply because of the education system, which according to them is rusted and rotten, has not given them enough.And therefore the Babamaharaj hero of the movie tells them to be what you want to be and be what you are…be able first, success will follow… All were learning laughingly and I, the odd man idiot, was thinking of Adwaniji… who is widely considered as able but failed time and again.and I kept thinking of those so called great names whose contribution has shown us a dream of ‘India : the superpower”, which might not come true… but which doesn’t seem impossible… all those were and are the produce of the same education system.Again, I the idiot was on wrong track…
I kept wondering...How this will make today’s aggressive generation more aggressive on their seniors… be it parent, professor, princi…
How today’s wayward young blood will get a tool to behave more wayward under the banner of do-what-you-feel-like….
How the young will get inspired to confront establishment because they are made aware that the system under which they are learning is weak, hollow and out-dated.
But All others in the auditorium were jumping and bouncing in their chairs….
And I the idiot was feeling great that I could think different. I got to know that I was wrong as soon as picture got over when the people started discussing as if they had witnessed a greatest phenomenon of life that was only possible because of the wonderfool creation of Indi-cinema.
The movie was actually a ditto carbon copy of a similar movie in past and could have been labelled as Munnabhai BE, BTech… it was an old wine in old bottle with a new title. All the scenes and shots were conceptualised same like that of Munna MBBS… right from affair with deans daughter to change of identity to end the movie.
The only difference was...
There in MBBS, the message was subtle; situation based, and from an illiterate, uneducated person victimised by the system and was about a touch of humanity…
While here in this ‘BE, BTech’, it is by the educated, over smart, critics of establishment and arrogant Heroes of today. for those who are elite and educated.
And what was the message, “follow your passion”
Is it really possible to follow once own passion? What kind of social and cultural set-up in which we all are tied down? Does every one get space to introspect, think, and know his/her passion? Do we have that kind of up-bringing to be able to realise and then actualise our own real potential? can a typical middle class (really typical, these days the so called middle class has as upward shift, to as upper middle class.. and lower class has got further devalued due to relative rise in the socio-economical standards. so the typical middle class has shrunken in size and number but therefore only got more suffocated and suppressed.) value-system ever offer so much freedom and choice for anyone to know surely what his/her passion could be?
Knowingly or unknowingly we (in India) give more emphasis on creating more and more good, smart and apparently intelligent Copy-Cats. We are so smart in this business that no-one can ever say that ‘this’ cat is copying. Why no-one even we do not realise that to what we call ‘our’ originality has its (deep) roots somewhere in past, west, east or waste (something thrown and discarded by someone as waste and outdated). But we are so much proud of ourselves that even if someone just mentions about anything as copy, we feel strongly offended and insulted, that we go to any extent to prove that we aren’t copy-cat, and in turn we prove the contradiction raised and not the real ‘original’ point.
Are such copy-cats expected to know their real passion?
and if they are currently frustrated with whatever they are doing…. aren’t they going to feel more and more and more frustrated that they are not doing what their unknown, untapped ‘talent’ wanted them to do. and commit suicide, the way shown in the movie… just check the published suicide rate since the movie is released.
This copy-cat attitude only created havoc after the movie was released… with the author of the original novel. The poor author did not know that their lies a Cat in each copy-cat....
Friday, February 19, 2010
waiting........
It has almost been a month now. I have been waiting for something. Waiting for that one thing
after which i will be so happy or else so sad. I dont know how it is going to be like,
i dont know how it is going to shape up, but i do know that i am waiting. Waiting to tell
everything that i have thought i will tell. Waiting to see if i can actually say all that.
Waiting to listen, waiting to think, and yes, waiting to rethink.
Dont know when this wait will be over. All i hope is this wait is over soon.
I dont want to wait and go through the same old routine of visiting facebook,
then the blog and then again facebook again and again. I am tired of thinking about it and i dont
want to think about it. I just hope this waiting period ends! I wish i had the right mindset to
end this waiting business, but no i dont have it, i will just WAIT...
after which i will be so happy or else so sad. I dont know how it is going to be like,
i dont know how it is going to shape up, but i do know that i am waiting. Waiting to tell
everything that i have thought i will tell. Waiting to see if i can actually say all that.
Waiting to listen, waiting to think, and yes, waiting to rethink.
Dont know when this wait will be over. All i hope is this wait is over soon.
I dont want to wait and go through the same old routine of visiting facebook,
then the blog and then again facebook again and again. I am tired of thinking about it and i dont
want to think about it. I just hope this waiting period ends! I wish i had the right mindset to
end this waiting business, but no i dont have it, i will just WAIT...
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
what i missed....
as i was hanging out on facebook today,i read one of my frnd's status.it was abt a birthday...which i cldnt attend due to some reasons....reading it,the first thought that came to mind was how i had spent the very same day...in a totally different manner.
once again,i felt yesterday the regret of being in Pune's top junior college-"Laxmanrao Apte Prashala".when i first read my timetable,it had my biology and IT ppr on 21st...and i was like...fuck man!its pranav's party yaar!all the plans,all the fum i had been looking forward to,melted away in a jiffy.i was really wanting to enjoy this one because me and pranav had really not been able to bond like before due to some minor differences.but the main reason was that i knew if i wld be with my frnds,it wld be an escape for me from the real world at least for a while...escape from all the bad thoughts,escape from boredom,escape from harsh....and most of all,escape from myself....
i gave my maths paper till 1.15....cldnt possibly write anything more in it.i was too upset the day before it when 2 of my frnds were discussing the plans for the party and the night out.i wasnt able to participate in the plan making,nor the gift searching expedition,it being one of my most favourite activities.
i was returning home when in my way i saw him and his new girlfriend(new or old,i dont know).i dont know what happened to me and i messaged him on her cell to go and fuck himself with her and never to show his face again to me.what i was expecting was a polite sorry,or at least no replies.instead,i was treated with a reply of equal intensity of shivya.i came home and cldnt stop myself form crying.i called my best frnd only to hear how they were enjoying and what all they were eating(no offence).spent my afternoon buried in the pillow...
then came NM's turn .i reached class and there was ita...telling me all about the party...how kaushik got lost and blah blah.
but i seriously missed some things.i missed the night out.i missed the cake at midnight.i missed the shopping hour.i missed the counting-your-money-for-the-gift and the latest-gossip-all-night moments.i missed clapping for the birthday boy and i missed smearing cake on his face and i missed the cozy lunch.and i missed a whole night of pure friendship....
once again,i felt yesterday the regret of being in Pune's top junior college-"Laxmanrao Apte Prashala".when i first read my timetable,it had my biology and IT ppr on 21st...and i was like...fuck man!its pranav's party yaar!all the plans,all the fum i had been looking forward to,melted away in a jiffy.i was really wanting to enjoy this one because me and pranav had really not been able to bond like before due to some minor differences.but the main reason was that i knew if i wld be with my frnds,it wld be an escape for me from the real world at least for a while...escape from all the bad thoughts,escape from boredom,escape from harsh....and most of all,escape from myself....
i gave my maths paper till 1.15....cldnt possibly write anything more in it.i was too upset the day before it when 2 of my frnds were discussing the plans for the party and the night out.i wasnt able to participate in the plan making,nor the gift searching expedition,it being one of my most favourite activities.
i was returning home when in my way i saw him and his new girlfriend(new or old,i dont know).i dont know what happened to me and i messaged him on her cell to go and fuck himself with her and never to show his face again to me.what i was expecting was a polite sorry,or at least no replies.instead,i was treated with a reply of equal intensity of shivya.i came home and cldnt stop myself form crying.i called my best frnd only to hear how they were enjoying and what all they were eating(no offence).spent my afternoon buried in the pillow...
then came NM's turn .i reached class and there was ita...telling me all about the party...how kaushik got lost and blah blah.
but i seriously missed some things.i missed the night out.i missed the cake at midnight.i missed the shopping hour.i missed the counting-your-money-for-the-gift and the latest-gossip-all-night moments.i missed clapping for the birthday boy and i missed smearing cake on his face and i missed the cozy lunch.and i missed a whole night of pure friendship....
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
the judgement
this is one of the deepest thoughts of me.....and i hope some of u would be kind enuf to connect to them..
that day,i was waiting for sum1 near FC..and had a hoard of really cool guys around me...(he he).and once again,i heard what i shouldnt have...or what i didnt want to...
the guys were discussing their future girlfriends....talking abt them,and coming up with ideas of hw to propose.one of them said to the other one,"How is that girl standing over there...?" and he was pointing towards me.
and once again,as usual,i heard the other guy saying,"Nah yaar...shes too dark."
i still dont understand why does the skin color come in way of discussing a potential girlfriend.arent dark girls like me capable of being loved?is it just what friends say when they meet ur gf that matters?do looks count to evrything?ever do guys think of what we feel when we get such remarks?
i tried to get over the feeling i was getting when i heard that.but i couldnt.and i left....with lots of thoughts,both good and bad,in my mind.many such incidences have come my way till now,and i cant possibly forget them.do i thank God for making me not just a sex object in the eyes of ppl like them or do i curse God for not making me fair like everyone wants?do i thank the ppl who like me not because of my skin color but my qualities or do i blame 'cool guys' for not liking me?do i stop wearing Red or Purple or do i say i look good in it?
is this how ppl judge me?if yes,i dont want to be judged...
that day,i was waiting for sum1 near FC..and had a hoard of really cool guys around me...(he he).and once again,i heard what i shouldnt have...or what i didnt want to...
the guys were discussing their future girlfriends....talking abt them,and coming up with ideas of hw to propose.one of them said to the other one,"How is that girl standing over there...?" and he was pointing towards me.
and once again,as usual,i heard the other guy saying,"Nah yaar...shes too dark."
i still dont understand why does the skin color come in way of discussing a potential girlfriend.arent dark girls like me capable of being loved?is it just what friends say when they meet ur gf that matters?do looks count to evrything?ever do guys think of what we feel when we get such remarks?
i tried to get over the feeling i was getting when i heard that.but i couldnt.and i left....with lots of thoughts,both good and bad,in my mind.many such incidences have come my way till now,and i cant possibly forget them.do i thank God for making me not just a sex object in the eyes of ppl like them or do i curse God for not making me fair like everyone wants?do i thank the ppl who like me not because of my skin color but my qualities or do i blame 'cool guys' for not liking me?do i stop wearing Red or Purple or do i say i look good in it?
is this how ppl judge me?if yes,i dont want to be judged...
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