Thank your stars that you opened this blog! God alone knows what you would have done if you missed reading it!
All your life you’ve been misled and misguided into believing things that never were true!
You see, I am doing my Masters in Human Rights and thus felt it was my duty to issue these truths below in public interest!
1.Fried food is bad for health.
Food is fried these days in vegetable oil. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you? So you see, the more the fried the better.
2.You should lessen your intake of meat!
Seriously man, what an outright lie! What does lamb eat? Grass and corn, thus logically a kebab is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of ensuring that your body gets enough Greens! Need grain? Eat chicken!
3. Talking too much on the phone is bad for your Ear Drums.
I mean seriously, you say exercise is a must, and one must believe in overall maintenance. How on earth are you going to get your ears to lift those weights!
4.Doing homework on time is a good habit.
No its Not! The world is moving at a fast pace today, you can’t be laid back and take your own sweet time to do your homework at home, it spoils you. So, always remember to complete it in a hurry while your mom is buttoning your shirt, while eating breakfast simulataneously, learn the art of juggling your commitments, the big bad fast moving world is waiting for you!
5. Screaming and abusing are bad.
Ya right! It maintains your blood pressure, thus saving you from a future tendency of a heart attack while also ensuring that you follow Gandhiji’s ideals of saying nothing but the truth about the other person. What on earth have you been taught all this while? Sheeeesh.
6. Lying is a bad habit.
This is the limit! arrey?? See it this way. I lied and my lie saved you from getting mad at me, screaming at me, and a possible chance of an increased blood pressure, of a brain haemorrhage leading to a possible state of a partial coma or paralysis. And you still say it’s a bad thing.
Huh. So much for caring……sobs
7. If you don’t make it to IIM/IIT you are useless.
Obviously not! IIM/IIT people study a lot, get foreign internships, get a lot of money and settle abroad. Thank God that you do not suffer like them. You saved time, went for the Para football, did not become a spend thrift and listen to an Indian boss screaming his ass off at you! Asli Bhartiya!
Hope all of this proved to be an eye opener! Will be glad to incorporate more of these sacred truths in public interest from all of you! ;)
Monday, September 1, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
A sad city of joy!!
Hello all, i had done a little shoot for CNN-IBN on another beggar like Bilal (the man in the picture above)....the shoot was not aired( because of "bigger stories" and the beggar dissapeared!!! i was too guilty[because i feel i was the cause of his loss of livelihood-god alone knows where that disfigured beggar remember;the one near the park street metro station went] and scared for bilal and thus did not do any shoot for him. Here’s a little something that i found out about Bilal..............
"Every Kolkatan at some point has walked on this footpath, but it is surprising how very few or none have noticed Bilal. I always remember seeing Bilal, in his mid 40s, with no hands and a body so frail that one could easily count his ribs. According to the hawkers of this chowringhee footpath Bilal has been lying on his stomach, shiverring, for the past 10-15 yrs. Kolkata is full of men and women like bilal, some handicapped, blind with no rehabilitation and some like this man outside the park street metro station, literally rotting away in pain! and some so old that it is shameful to see them, from the comfort of our cars and taxis, having to stand in the sun and beg! Unlike others who have made begging their occupation out of choice, People like them beg because they have no choice; who will give an old man or a man with no hands or legs a job today? There are others who wander with no clothes on without a trace of shame as a lot of them are mentally challenged. The question is, what is the government doing? Where are the ever active human rights activists and NGO's? When it comes to people like this, where does the spirit of the residents of the city of joy go? People like them do not require those extra ten rupees that you have generously decided to spare, they need HELP!! The agencies concerned, the citizens have to join hands to rehabilitate them and ensure them of their basic right, their right to life!!"
"Every Kolkatan at some point has walked on this footpath, but it is surprising how very few or none have noticed Bilal. I always remember seeing Bilal, in his mid 40s, with no hands and a body so frail that one could easily count his ribs. According to the hawkers of this chowringhee footpath Bilal has been lying on his stomach, shiverring, for the past 10-15 yrs. Kolkata is full of men and women like bilal, some handicapped, blind with no rehabilitation and some like this man outside the park street metro station, literally rotting away in pain! and some so old that it is shameful to see them, from the comfort of our cars and taxis, having to stand in the sun and beg! Unlike others who have made begging their occupation out of choice, People like them beg because they have no choice; who will give an old man or a man with no hands or legs a job today? There are others who wander with no clothes on without a trace of shame as a lot of them are mentally challenged. The question is, what is the government doing? Where are the ever active human rights activists and NGO's? When it comes to people like this, where does the spirit of the residents of the city of joy go? People like them do not require those extra ten rupees that you have generously decided to spare, they need HELP!! The agencies concerned, the citizens have to join hands to rehabilitate them and ensure them of their basic right, their right to life!!"
Monday, August 4, 2008
Lifeless….. II
I looked outside the window pane.
The cool breeze froze my soul,
It reminded me of your touch.
The beautiful smell of wet earth choked me,
It reminded me of your scent.
The touch of water parched my body,
It reminded me of your tears.
The sounds of the drops deafened me
I could hear you call out for me in them.
Dark clouds were a relief,
Thunder, music to the ears and
Lightening felt like a ray of forgotten hope.
Stop it. This laughter.
It makes me want to cry.
Stop it. Those tears.
They make me want to die.
The outer me flawless.
The inner me, lifeless……
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Wish ME Get Well Soon :(
I recently visited Dr Doog Rof Gnihton, when I was declared to have been suffering from a severe partial lapse of memory (have you ever seen my posts just left incomplete halfway??DUH!!). I also discussed in details about a disease that I have been suffering from, from the past two months. He asked me to enumerate in detail my symptoms. So, Here goes….
Khali Syndrome- there is something called eating and another called hogging. My symptom; hogging after eating!! Food is awesome!!
Chimgadarish behaviour- sleeping till late one day and staring at the blank ceiling for hours the other.
Mad cow syndrome- sitting in an empty room and smiling. My sister once happened to have noticed me while I was in the room, well, smiling, she saw me. She screamed. And. she ran away!
(Don’t bother abt the name I gave this syndrome, couldn’t think of anything else :P)
Dry Brain Fry- no no this is not some dish out of the weird food guide on your favourite channel MTV( u watch it all the time for that ticker don’t you!! gotcha!!). You know you are left with no blood pumping into your brain when you see splitsvilla every Saturday despite the fact that you hate it deject it and think its disgraceful and in bad taste. And are even caught seeing some side ass modelling competition. U end up pulling your hair at the end of it all. Go out in the sun and your brain fries in the heat.
You don’t get the man, or the money.damn it! U know it! But u still watch it!!
Jabbering gibberish- talk talk talk, and not even know what you are talking abt. Laugh at the jokes which sanity otherwise would not have permitted you to even look at. Eg- “come on, its not “whatever” its “what-e-ver”.!!???hahahahaha
Bhartiya sanskaari syndrome- yes. You want to thank everyone, even though you know you would fail to get noticed for an award even if you were a vamp in some side ass soap opera. Since you have read this far, you might as well read my thanksgiving list. I want to thank…..
1. Dhirubhai ambani group- for letting megha call me up. And yes, megha as well for the endless chats, giggles and secrets. (Shhhhhh you are not supposed to know this, don’t tell anyone.)
2. Students of Loreto- for giving me a friend like Ms Khan. She’s my better half. Need I say more??
3. The manufacturers of this particular drink- for ensuring I never drink it again!! Or at least be careful before tasting it again!! (megha and miss khan,,,,blink blink)
4. For you guys. Yes you, reading it. Array baba stop looking here and there, talking about you only. Thank you. (More thanks giving in another post, you will read wont you??:())
So, you read it all?? Hmmm…lemme see,, I don’t want to scare you but, what did you say, you even tried to decipher the doctor’s name? Now this is serious!
you are suffering from the same disease as me!!!
I CALL IT THE “I DON’T HAVE A LIFE AT THE MOMENT”, what do you like to call it eh?? Why should you copy,, cheater cheater pumpkin eater!! Your disease you name it huh!!
And dare you not leave a comment here! I know you’ve read this, I saw you!
(If it helps- pleashhhhhhhhheeeee )
Khali Syndrome- there is something called eating and another called hogging. My symptom; hogging after eating!! Food is awesome!!
Chimgadarish behaviour- sleeping till late one day and staring at the blank ceiling for hours the other.
Mad cow syndrome- sitting in an empty room and smiling. My sister once happened to have noticed me while I was in the room, well, smiling, she saw me. She screamed. And. she ran away!
(Don’t bother abt the name I gave this syndrome, couldn’t think of anything else :P)
Dry Brain Fry- no no this is not some dish out of the weird food guide on your favourite channel MTV( u watch it all the time for that ticker don’t you!! gotcha!!). You know you are left with no blood pumping into your brain when you see splitsvilla every Saturday despite the fact that you hate it deject it and think its disgraceful and in bad taste. And are even caught seeing some side ass modelling competition. U end up pulling your hair at the end of it all. Go out in the sun and your brain fries in the heat.
You don’t get the man, or the money.damn it! U know it! But u still watch it!!
Jabbering gibberish- talk talk talk, and not even know what you are talking abt. Laugh at the jokes which sanity otherwise would not have permitted you to even look at. Eg- “come on, its not “whatever” its “what-e-ver”.!!???hahahahaha
Bhartiya sanskaari syndrome- yes. You want to thank everyone, even though you know you would fail to get noticed for an award even if you were a vamp in some side ass soap opera. Since you have read this far, you might as well read my thanksgiving list. I want to thank…..
1. Dhirubhai ambani group- for letting megha call me up. And yes, megha as well for the endless chats, giggles and secrets. (Shhhhhh you are not supposed to know this, don’t tell anyone.)
2. Students of Loreto- for giving me a friend like Ms Khan. She’s my better half. Need I say more??
3. The manufacturers of this particular drink- for ensuring I never drink it again!! Or at least be careful before tasting it again!! (megha and miss khan,,,,blink blink)
4. For you guys. Yes you, reading it. Array baba stop looking here and there, talking about you only. Thank you. (More thanks giving in another post, you will read wont you??:())
So, you read it all?? Hmmm…lemme see,, I don’t want to scare you but, what did you say, you even tried to decipher the doctor’s name? Now this is serious!
you are suffering from the same disease as me!!!
I CALL IT THE “I DON’T HAVE A LIFE AT THE MOMENT”, what do you like to call it eh?? Why should you copy,, cheater cheater pumpkin eater!! Your disease you name it huh!!
And dare you not leave a comment here! I know you’ve read this, I saw you!
(If it helps- pleashhhhhhhhheeeee )
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
My..........
I go to bed with you.
In the flickering light of the night lamp,
I see your hazy self,
And embrace slumber in your arms.
When I unlock my eyes in the mornings you are gone, no where in sight
But you assure me of your presence when I am up on my feet.
You never leave me to myself,
When I falter you falter,
When I laugh, you laugh
And my tears make you cry.
When you are gone for that part of the day,
I look around and smile,
You leave me only when you are sure I am not alone.
In the solitude of that corner in my room,
We drink together sip after sip.
I have never seen you smile,
Nor have I looked into your eyes,
Yet you constantly remind me, let me know,
You will never let go, even when I breathe no more.
My shadow.
In the flickering light of the night lamp,
I see your hazy self,
And embrace slumber in your arms.
When I unlock my eyes in the mornings you are gone, no where in sight
But you assure me of your presence when I am up on my feet.
You never leave me to myself,
When I falter you falter,
When I laugh, you laugh
And my tears make you cry.
When you are gone for that part of the day,
I look around and smile,
You leave me only when you are sure I am not alone.
In the solitude of that corner in my room,
We drink together sip after sip.
I have never seen you smile,
Nor have I looked into your eyes,
Yet you constantly remind me, let me know,
You will never let go, even when I breathe no more.
My shadow.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Aamar Shona
“What is sit? What is it?” Gopal’s eyes lit with joy when he heard the baby cry. “Tell me doctor Sahib, why are you quiet? Is, is it a girl”? The doctor remained quiet. “Yes I knew it! I just knew it! Had to be a boy!” exclaimed Gopal’s mother. “I had told her during the fourth month of her pregnancy, when she was eating a lot of spicy food, it was a sign! Oh! Where is the light of my house doctor sahib, where is my daughter? It’s a boy isn’t it?” She chuckled!
“No”, the doctor said.
“It’s not a boy it’s not a girl then what is it? Is it a ...”, before gopal could complete his sentence the doctor nodded his head.
You are joking doctor, I didn’t mean to, what the hell is going on here? I want to see my wife. I want to see the baby.
“Mr Gupta I know what you are going through but your wife needs rest”.
“You know what I am going through? you know eh? You know how much money I had to spend, how many tests, operations later Rekha conceived, nine years after our marriage, and now you tell me she gave birth to a godforsaken…”
“Mr Gupta, this is a hospital”. “You can’t stop me from seeing my wife” he screamed and barged into her room.”Gopal” she murmured as tears rolled down her eyes. “This is not my.. This is not mine”, he screamed pointing towards the infant whose first words were those of his father disowning him! “Gopal” she murmured again, this time with shock, “the doctor said its because of the excessive treatment you made me go through, he was”, before she could complete what she was saying Gopal’s mother barged into her room and started screaming at her, “first you give berth to this thing and then blame my son! God should have left you barren. Oh Durga! What shame this woman has brought to the family! Where did I go wrong with all my offerings? Aamaar pran niye nao Ma, niye nao!!”
It was the thunderous applaud that brought Rekha back to the present. It had been twenty one years since that day when kamal her son was born. Gopal had agreed to stay with the “cursed woman”, as she was famously called by her mother in law on condition that the “thing” be done away with. Rekha had made up her mind. She was traditional, not weak. She went to stay with her parents.
She sat in the midst of crowds and parents wondering, for the umpteenth time, why had the doctor not explained to gopal that kamal was a boy despite his physical condition? Had his education not overcome his backwardness? She had moved to her parents place but her life there as well was soon made miserable. Gopal had spread the word. Taunting sympathy of her relatives seemed undying. Relatives said they were sorry. “Sorry? Sorry for what? Is my son blind? Is he mentally disbalanced? can he not talk?” rekha would tell them. “Look at her!! Humph!! Very educated! This is what happens! She wants us to tell her what is wrong with her so called “son”!!
Her father soon gave in, to the mob mentality. Rekha had had enough. She left kolkata and shifted to the adjoining Kharagpur. Kamal grew up to be a handsome young man. The sounds of applause grew louder. Rekha peeped up from the fourth row of the auditorium of one the countries best engineering institutes, to see Kamal receive his degree. “That’s my son” he told the woman sitting next to her, when the Dean announced Kamal’s name, adding that he topped his batch.
Not many people knew where Rekha and her son came from and why in twenty one years of their stay in Kharagpur no one ever came to visit them. Rekha did call her masi once sometime back to ask about "Baba". Her "Masi" had informed her about Gopal’s second marriage and after a year about his third futile attempt. She had cried the first time, but on the second she asked "Masi" to “wish him luck”. She had realised by then that Gopal was not worthy if her tears.
Kamal finished his MBA and found himself a job. He also found someone else!
After lifting his mother off the ground, after showing her his appointment letter he touched her feet and said, “There is something else I want you to know, I want you to meet a friend, a very special friend, I want you to meet Neil”. Rekha froze for a moment. She would probably have not reacted this way had kamal shown any kind of sighs earlier. He was not into sports, which is beside the point, not all men are born Federers!! He did not have a girl friend, yes, but she had often caught him eyeing Mrs Sharma’s daughter at weddings!!
“Neel!?” beta I did not think,, you never told me,,do not take me wrong but I ,umm”. “Maa!!” he smiled. “Neil, neelima girl!” they had a good laugh after that. Rekha though had something else on her mind.
“She will be here any moment Ma”. “Shona, sit with me here for a while, I want to ask you something. does Neil, I mean neelima know about,,aah,”.
Kamal chuckled real loud this time and seeing his mother amazed said, “No Ma! Contrary to what you may have in mind, I have not gone mad. Neelima is a very different girl, from the ones in the overdramatic soap operas that you are so used to seeing. You ask her the same question and see what she says. My only request. Don’t faint after her reply!!”.
And Rekha well, she did not faint; infact did quite well, when Neelima told her straight, “Aunty, who cares! It’s so much easier to live with a man who is man enough to accept facts and not cheat people. I mean who would have the (yes the forbidden “B” word was used) to proclaim to a girl about such a thing!! "
Yes, they got married soon after and Rekha became a proud grand mother of two adopted grandchildren!!
“No”, the doctor said.
“It’s not a boy it’s not a girl then what is it? Is it a ...”, before gopal could complete his sentence the doctor nodded his head.
You are joking doctor, I didn’t mean to, what the hell is going on here? I want to see my wife. I want to see the baby.
“Mr Gupta I know what you are going through but your wife needs rest”.
“You know what I am going through? you know eh? You know how much money I had to spend, how many tests, operations later Rekha conceived, nine years after our marriage, and now you tell me she gave birth to a godforsaken…”
“Mr Gupta, this is a hospital”. “You can’t stop me from seeing my wife” he screamed and barged into her room.”Gopal” she murmured as tears rolled down her eyes. “This is not my.. This is not mine”, he screamed pointing towards the infant whose first words were those of his father disowning him! “Gopal” she murmured again, this time with shock, “the doctor said its because of the excessive treatment you made me go through, he was”, before she could complete what she was saying Gopal’s mother barged into her room and started screaming at her, “first you give berth to this thing and then blame my son! God should have left you barren. Oh Durga! What shame this woman has brought to the family! Where did I go wrong with all my offerings? Aamaar pran niye nao Ma, niye nao!!”
It was the thunderous applaud that brought Rekha back to the present. It had been twenty one years since that day when kamal her son was born. Gopal had agreed to stay with the “cursed woman”, as she was famously called by her mother in law on condition that the “thing” be done away with. Rekha had made up her mind. She was traditional, not weak. She went to stay with her parents.
She sat in the midst of crowds and parents wondering, for the umpteenth time, why had the doctor not explained to gopal that kamal was a boy despite his physical condition? Had his education not overcome his backwardness? She had moved to her parents place but her life there as well was soon made miserable. Gopal had spread the word. Taunting sympathy of her relatives seemed undying. Relatives said they were sorry. “Sorry? Sorry for what? Is my son blind? Is he mentally disbalanced? can he not talk?” rekha would tell them. “Look at her!! Humph!! Very educated! This is what happens! She wants us to tell her what is wrong with her so called “son”!!
Her father soon gave in, to the mob mentality. Rekha had had enough. She left kolkata and shifted to the adjoining Kharagpur. Kamal grew up to be a handsome young man. The sounds of applause grew louder. Rekha peeped up from the fourth row of the auditorium of one the countries best engineering institutes, to see Kamal receive his degree. “That’s my son” he told the woman sitting next to her, when the Dean announced Kamal’s name, adding that he topped his batch.
Not many people knew where Rekha and her son came from and why in twenty one years of their stay in Kharagpur no one ever came to visit them. Rekha did call her masi once sometime back to ask about "Baba". Her "Masi" had informed her about Gopal’s second marriage and after a year about his third futile attempt. She had cried the first time, but on the second she asked "Masi" to “wish him luck”. She had realised by then that Gopal was not worthy if her tears.
Kamal finished his MBA and found himself a job. He also found someone else!
After lifting his mother off the ground, after showing her his appointment letter he touched her feet and said, “There is something else I want you to know, I want you to meet a friend, a very special friend, I want you to meet Neil”. Rekha froze for a moment. She would probably have not reacted this way had kamal shown any kind of sighs earlier. He was not into sports, which is beside the point, not all men are born Federers!! He did not have a girl friend, yes, but she had often caught him eyeing Mrs Sharma’s daughter at weddings!!
“Neel!?” beta I did not think,, you never told me,,do not take me wrong but I ,umm”. “Maa!!” he smiled. “Neil, neelima girl!” they had a good laugh after that. Rekha though had something else on her mind.
“She will be here any moment Ma”. “Shona, sit with me here for a while, I want to ask you something. does Neil, I mean neelima know about,,aah,”.
Kamal chuckled real loud this time and seeing his mother amazed said, “No Ma! Contrary to what you may have in mind, I have not gone mad. Neelima is a very different girl, from the ones in the overdramatic soap operas that you are so used to seeing. You ask her the same question and see what she says. My only request. Don’t faint after her reply!!”.
And Rekha well, she did not faint; infact did quite well, when Neelima told her straight, “Aunty, who cares! It’s so much easier to live with a man who is man enough to accept facts and not cheat people. I mean who would have the (yes the forbidden “B” word was used) to proclaim to a girl about such a thing!! "
Yes, they got married soon after and Rekha became a proud grand mother of two adopted grandchildren!!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
.
OK.
i tried, i swear i did, but my brain is dead.
i just cant write , or think, or imagine or be creative.
life is super static. People have lost all hope in me, they've even started de-blog rolling me!!wow!!
i have never felt so useless all my life!! college is over and life sucks!!
pray! pray for me fellow bloggers, pray for my brain to live again.
i tried, i swear i did, but my brain is dead.
i just cant write , or think, or imagine or be creative.
life is super static. People have lost all hope in me, they've even started de-blog rolling me!!wow!!
i have never felt so useless all my life!! college is over and life sucks!!
pray! pray for me fellow bloggers, pray for my brain to live again.
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