...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...
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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....
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