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Friday, March 29, 2013

Paid Media And The Likes

I  turn on a news channel to get updated on what is happening in my country and what do I see ? A certain Mr. Dutt sobbing and declaring how he will not apply for mercy. Great, I switch on to another news channel and all I get to see is this live debate on the same Mr. Dutt. There are people arguing, shouting, and abusing each other over the so-called mercy plea. Sigh…I decide to give it a last shot and switch over to yet another news channel and instead of news, I get to see this so called Mr. Dutt’s entire life story. 

I have nothing against Mr. Dutt, infact I have enjoyed a few of his films. He is a celebrity and I do understand the media’s interest in him, but it is the media’s obsession that irritates me. I feel they have gone over-board with their non-stop 24/7 coverage. 

At the same time I’m amazed at how the media is conveniently ignoring the one person who has put his life at risk this Holi to give color to our (the common man’s) lives. Yes, I am talking about Mr. Arvind Kejriwal.

Arvind Kejriwal – A man of substance. Mahatma Gandhi once said “Be the change you want to see in the world” and in my view, we finally have this one guy who actually lives by this saying. It is all very easy to talk about and criticize  a corrupt system, but how many of us actually go out and do something about it ? Yet here is a guy who is willing to dirty his hands in order to give us a cleaner, better, and functional society. Instead of applauding him and his efforts to change a system that has gone rotten, the media prefers to act like a paid mouth piece of certain political parties, hence the public does NOT get to hear about Mr. Kejriwal but are forced day after day to know what Mr. Dutt feels, what Mr. Dutt says and what Mr. Dutt decides

Sunday, March 24, 2013

TV Anyone ?

After three hours of studying for my thesis work, I decide to take a break and switch on the TV in the hope that I'll be refreshed and entertained. Do I get entertained ? NO !

I have to admit there are no real "entertainment" shows on the Indian TV channels anymore. All one gets to see are the so called annoying vulgar "Comedy Shows". Humor is an amazing way to connect to one another and enjoy spending time with people. However, The jokes on these shows are becoming more and more vulgar, causing kids to be exposed to sexual subjects much earlier than they are ready. Intelligent, worthwhile comedy is a thing of the past. The fact that our society is willing to go along with such lame pathetic vulgarity and laugh says more about how low we've sunk than it does about the comedy itself. I really really really miss the good old "Yeh Jo Hai Zindagi" and "Nukkad" days.

And lets not forget the music channels. All we get to see and hear are vulgar songs like: Munni, Sheila ki jawani, Halkat jawani, Fevicol, Imported kamariya etc. I am so totally fed up of hearing these songs on TV, in restaurants, at marriage functions and social gatherings. I truly believe they are an assault to one's sensibilities. The people who wrote/sang/made these songs should be booked under the obscenity act ! My heart longs for "Binaca Geetmala", "Chitrahaar" and "Chhayageet".

And how can we not talk of the daily dose of Tv serials. This ridiculous trend started with Miss Ekta Kapoor  who came with the sole intention of corrupting the brains of the young generation (mostly women). These serials, once they are on air, simply do not end !! The characters have a mind of their own and refuse to get old hence the grandma looks the same as her college going grand daughter. The women sleep in all their finery. The men are mostly just props and extras who earn millions without working. All stories eventually become the same story and everyone indulges in extra-marital affairs. The characters die and re-appear at their own will, making a mockery of the audience.

I feel nostalgic about shows like "Malgudi Days", "Wagle Ki Duniya", "Ulta Pulta" and music videos like "Mile Sur Mera Tumhara".....

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Bridges of Madison County

I have a project to finish and submit and the deadline makes me nervous but despite that I ended up with a novel that I've already read earlier. I know I know, you’re probably wondering why I would read a book two times.

The book is “The Bridges of Madison County” by Robert James Waller.
I first read this book around eight years back and I remember loving it even then.  If you're a miserable cynic, you'll hate it. I am NOT a cynic.

A lot of people have labeled it as just another mushy romance. People can say whatever they want, but I could almost feel the anguish and intensity of the love this book describes.

I wept for a good half hour when I finished this book. To all you romance book lovers out there, have a go, I’m sure you’ll love it !

Tuesday, March 19, 2013


The last two years I had been somewhat homesick and longed to return to my roots. I had envisioned a future of peace, love, and harmony, but I guess that dream will remain a distant one for now.

I had always been an introvert, comfortable and secure in my shell like a turtle. I had an inclination to let my mind open rather than my mouth but people misunderstood my silence, assuming I was indifferent, cold, distant and unapproachable. To me silence is a universal language. The silence of an individual who is not speaking suggests emotions or reactions too profound for words. Silence is everything and nothing. Silence is misunderstood.

I had to make an effort to come out of my shell, breaking away the walls I had built around me. I made a conscious effort to interact with all, in the hope that I would be “accepted” which in turn would result in strong bonding with my near and dear ones, but life it seems had other plans. My opinions were taken as being rebellious, my assertiveness as arrogance, and my suggestions as lies.

Respect and love is a gift that people have to give freely and reciprocate. It is impossible to please everyone in life and I have learnt this the hard way. I realize that I have to stop explaining myself to people who have judged me harshly on the basis of a false reality that is completely invented.

I realize now that I was better off with my silence. Perhaps silence means defiance or detachment, or submission to those who dominate, I feel silence defines itself and a silent person can be everything and anything. Silence cannot be pictured, framed, measured, confined, or defined. My silence is a piece of open land, providing a place of unrestricted mental growth where I water my healthy thoughts and weed out the negativity before I indulge the spoken word.

Yes, I’m nostalgic for the past but I’m once again ready for a new beginning. It's time to leave behind the missing pieces, and rebuild from scratch, It’s a season of finding myself. I have a loving husband who completely understands my silence and I have my own convictions and thoughts to accompany me on this new path.

And if you want to walk with me, you may. I'd love the company. But do not expect me to become a pawn again in your brutal verbal power games.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Veronica Decides To Die

Recently read "Veronica Decides To Die" by Paulo Coelho.. An amazing book. It questions the meaning of madness and celebrates individuals who do not fit into patterns society considers to be normal.  It made me think...Sometimes it is those who we consider insane that are truly wise, and they are the ones who know how to live life to the fullest.

Life is short so live it the way you want to; don’t be scared to follow your dreams even if everyone else thinks they are absurd, if it gives you happiness then it’s all worth it.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Awarded !!!

I have been awarded the "Beautiful Blog Award" by Shubhankar Kalra !! Thank you so much, its truly heart warming :) What would I do without you friends :P

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Bawara Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna...

One of the songs that touches not just your heart, but soul too..

बावरा  मन  देखने  चला  एक  सपना
बावरे  से  मन  की  देखो  बावरी  हैं  बातें

Streets we have never walked on
Windows we have never opened
Hands we have never held
Dreams we shall never ..never see again

Lives we have never lived
Hopes ..we have never realized
Fires we have never lit
Loves we shall never .. never make again

I hear those strange whispers again...

बावरा  मन  देखने  चला  एक  सपना
बावरे  से  मन  की  देखो  बावरी  हैं  बातें

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Vyas Ki Jana Main Kaun !!

I visit the Omantel office to inquire about the status of my land line phone. I’m asked to fill up a form. I get my pen out and start filling up the form. A guy next to me holds a similar form in his hands and stares at it. He alternates the stares between the form and me. Finally I ask:

“Some problem ? Can I help you ?”
“I speak English, but I no read knowing, I write with help so you telling me” he replies
“Aah….” I finally understand, and decide to help him.
“Write your name where it says NAME”
He writes his name.
“Ok..tick the box that says MALE” I tell him.
He glances at my form and gives me a hard look.
“You write female, I write female” He says ( I guess he thinks I’m intentionally giving him false information)
“No no….I am female and you are male” I explain.
“You female, I female.” He says with a stubborn look on his face.
Sigh...I try once again.
“I am a woman, so I am female. You are a man, so you are male.”
Now he starts looking annoyed
“Ok, I male, you are male, if you female, I female ! Same write !”

By this time I’m almost confused and wondering what I've let myself into. I frantically look around for help and see another guy. I ask him if he knows the local language. His reply is affirmative. I request him to help this guy and he obliges.
I get back to my own form and almost tick the MALE section before I realize my mistake. Groan…I’m almost facing a gender crisis of sorts now ! I submit the form and run out of the place fast before I start wondering if I am a female or a male !!!!

Monday, March 04, 2013

True Love...??

Had an interesting conversation with a friend. She kept talking about how "true love" was rare and hard to find, and it left me wondering what "true love" actually is...

I feel "true love" is a rather unrealistic goal in the sense most people take it to be. It is somehow all-consuming and seems to imply that you make ONE person the sole center of your life. Not only is that not possible, it's not healthy. We need "people", not "a person", to be complete.

True love is about becoming pure and one with existence and finding love within yourself, not outside of yourself.

Most people are selfish. Love is selfless and unconditional. Majority of women would NOT love a man without a job. I often hear men saying they prefer slim good looking women. People put 'conditions' on others and don’t realize that as soon as you have a 'type', you are not open to love.  When you throw away your 'list' of standards and qualifications, then you are open to love, and unless you find someone who has also thrown away their 'lists' and pre-conceived notions of will never happen.

Friday, March 01, 2013

Verbal Abuse

Life amazes me. People amaze me.

I often wonder why some people are so bitter in life. I see them feel better about themselves by putting down others. Had a firsthand experience of a dual personality. Saw two facets of a person – a warm loving person one minute, and a mean abusive one the next…left me feeling wary and rattled.

I was stunned to discover that this individual actually believes a false reality that is completely invented
Verbal abuse leaves no physical scars, but the psychological damage it causes can last a lifetime.