मोड ग़लत नहीं होते ... इन्सान ग़लत होते हैं।
--- स्वदेस
Sunday, August 26, 2007
On Enemy
He nurses a bruised ego and dwells in battered pride under the veil of darkness and confronts with a wily smile. Holding the sword of barbarism with its hilt rooted in the feeling of resentment, edges honed with revenge, coated in the venom of hatred and tipped with ferocity, he stares in the eye. Waiting to strike at an opportune moment and slit you apart. Walk not before him, in faltering footsteps.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
My condolences on the loss of innocent lives in yet another terror attack in Hyderabad. For the millions of fun-loving and easy going people like the Hyderabadis, this comes as a rude shock. Petrifying and rattling.
For the Govt. of A.P and the whole political set up which is busy devising strategies to denude each other, this is a punch in the face for a second time in a short period. Terming it a wakeup call would mean downplaying the whole incident. The enemy has cashed in on the negligence. That, a place right next to Secretariat was blown up is no less than poking fun standing right under our nose.
Barely hours after the mishap, instead of assurance of security and harmony, all these statesmen can do is involve in some mindless blame-game. Shame ! Rest of us will draw inspiration from the Mumbaikars who were challenged similarly an year ago and responded beautifully with their unity.
For the Govt. of A.P and the whole political set up which is busy devising strategies to denude each other, this is a punch in the face for a second time in a short period. Terming it a wakeup call would mean downplaying the whole incident. The enemy has cashed in on the negligence. That, a place right next to Secretariat was blown up is no less than poking fun standing right under our nose.
Barely hours after the mishap, instead of assurance of security and harmony, all these statesmen can do is involve in some mindless blame-game. Shame ! Rest of us will draw inspiration from the Mumbaikars who were challenged similarly an year ago and responded beautifully with their unity.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Impromptu
Almost Immediately, I would like to share this bit of news. Two people from different professions, who represent our nation, have reached special landmarks in their careers . I was glad to see these events unfold back to back.
Amitabh Bachchan has won the national award in the best actor category for BLACK.... a masterpiece from the stables of S.L.Bhansali. This brilliantly directed film (with due credits to all actors and able technicians with thorough knowledge in film making), stands among other classics. An assured Oscar ride in 2006, was cut short on grounds of unoriginal script. This recognition at national level though, has pleased me to no ends :) :D
Secondly, one of the top 3 bowlers in the history of the game of Cricket, our Jumbo ( a.k.a Anil Kumble) has at last cracked a century at The Oval, England. After a brief glimpse of his histrionics with bat in the 1996 tour of South Africa , Titan Cup against Aussies and 17 non-stop seasons at top level with the ball, he finally battled it out. Like never before..like never again.
Day-2, 1o August 2007. The Oval, London. Scoreboard read :
Anil Kumble * 110 (193b, 217 mins, 4x 16, 6x1 )
I am impressed. Especially after the WC-07 debacle. Indians are on the brink of another historical series win. This performance underlines another facet of this match winner. Awesome timing too - coming at the death of his career. Truly deserving I say !! Truly ! I won't eat up more space.
Wanted to freeze these two milestones of individual brilliance, in my memory before they fade away.
Amitabh Bachchan has won the national award in the best actor category for BLACK.... a masterpiece from the stables of S.L.Bhansali. This brilliantly directed film (with due credits to all actors and able technicians with thorough knowledge in film making), stands among other classics. An assured Oscar ride in 2006, was cut short on grounds of unoriginal script. This recognition at national level though, has pleased me to no ends :) :D
Secondly, one of the top 3 bowlers in the history of the game of Cricket, our Jumbo ( a.k.a Anil Kumble) has at last cracked a century at The Oval, England. After a brief glimpse of his histrionics with bat in the 1996 tour of South Africa , Titan Cup against Aussies and 17 non-stop seasons at top level with the ball, he finally battled it out. Like never before..like never again.
Day-2, 1o August 2007. The Oval, London. Scoreboard read :
Anil Kumble * 110 (193b, 217 mins, 4x 16, 6x1 )
I am impressed. Especially after the WC-07 debacle. Indians are on the brink of another historical series win. This performance underlines another facet of this match winner. Awesome timing too - coming at the death of his career. Truly deserving I say !! Truly ! I won't eat up more space.
Wanted to freeze these two milestones of individual brilliance, in my memory before they fade away.
Friday, August 10, 2007
They mean business. The Americans.
I was embarassed when a request to pay for gas by my firangi dost sounded as a tax for all his favours( rides to my work place and all). From a mere request to pay for gas to ' you owe me five buks ' to ' you can pay for my lunch instead ', ....it just got worst. For quite sometime now, I wanted to buy him lunch and thought it would be befitting to do so on the last day at work ( few days from now). Even before I could propose, the manner in which my idea got disposed, left me little annoyed. No, I am not ignoring the favours as such. But it didn't have to end like this and leave me somewhat disappointed.
I am an emotional fool. But then high expectations too ! Nah? Every place is not India and everyone is not Indian to understand your situation and be gracious. ( Oh! Dear, it took you an year and a half to realise this ?? !!) I say this because, I started to doubt the basis on which I was hired for this job. All help that I am bestowed with, has some strange irony associated with it. Gratitude is often squashed and slapped on face. No second thoughts about it. Work was hectic in the field, under scorching temperatures. Evenings and week ends remained a distant dream ! Existence didn't count. Requests for days off or time for personal life were cleverly ignored and beaten with logic, if not by flat refusals, by my boss. Many a time, food and water seemed a distinct luxury. It's been ages since I cooked. Exhausted my dollars at food courts instead.
WTF was I doing as a GRA ?( not that I am into some ground breaking research as such...but still..) Listening to a bunch of confused undergrads in my team on what to do and what not to ? and taking orders from an equally disorganized boss ? How could she afford to forget the idea behind hiring so many undergrads ? Why was the 'rotation policy' discarded ? Time, money and man management sounded alien concepts. Unheard theories. Such were the work ethics that I was on the verge of quitting.
Which one's part-time? Work or study ? was ( and continues to be) another point to ponder. I was particularly dejected when my little knowledge on plants wasn't put to good use. I worked the whole summer, last; gained li'l info on do's and dont's while playing with Corn. A handy tip here and there, fell on deaf ears. I returned in oblivion. Unacknowledged.
I don't discount those innumerable favours... from my boss and team mates alike. But then, everything was undone by some thorough unprofessionalism and much more. Seriously damaging my attitude towards these people.
These things haven't gelled well with me. I have taken strong note of such kind of attitudes. Will save face from now. Americans deserve nothing. No over estimating. No understating either. They should be given a strong dose of their medicine. Hard mustered notion this one. So be it for the times to come until someone really changes it.
Am ready !
I was embarassed when a request to pay for gas by my firangi dost sounded as a tax for all his favours( rides to my work place and all). From a mere request to pay for gas to ' you owe me five buks ' to ' you can pay for my lunch instead ', ....it just got worst. For quite sometime now, I wanted to buy him lunch and thought it would be befitting to do so on the last day at work ( few days from now). Even before I could propose, the manner in which my idea got disposed, left me little annoyed. No, I am not ignoring the favours as such. But it didn't have to end like this and leave me somewhat disappointed.
I am an emotional fool. But then high expectations too ! Nah? Every place is not India and everyone is not Indian to understand your situation and be gracious. ( Oh! Dear, it took you an year and a half to realise this ?? !!) I say this because, I started to doubt the basis on which I was hired for this job. All help that I am bestowed with, has some strange irony associated with it. Gratitude is often squashed and slapped on face. No second thoughts about it. Work was hectic in the field, under scorching temperatures. Evenings and week ends remained a distant dream ! Existence didn't count. Requests for days off or time for personal life were cleverly ignored and beaten with logic, if not by flat refusals, by my boss. Many a time, food and water seemed a distinct luxury. It's been ages since I cooked. Exhausted my dollars at food courts instead.
WTF was I doing as a GRA ?( not that I am into some ground breaking research as such...but still..) Listening to a bunch of confused undergrads in my team on what to do and what not to ? and taking orders from an equally disorganized boss ? How could she afford to forget the idea behind hiring so many undergrads ? Why was the 'rotation policy' discarded ? Time, money and man management sounded alien concepts. Unheard theories. Such were the work ethics that I was on the verge of quitting.
Which one's part-time? Work or study ? was ( and continues to be) another point to ponder. I was particularly dejected when my little knowledge on plants wasn't put to good use. I worked the whole summer, last; gained li'l info on do's and dont's while playing with Corn. A handy tip here and there, fell on deaf ears. I returned in oblivion. Unacknowledged.
I don't discount those innumerable favours... from my boss and team mates alike. But then, everything was undone by some thorough unprofessionalism and much more. Seriously damaging my attitude towards these people.
These things haven't gelled well with me. I have taken strong note of such kind of attitudes. Will save face from now. Americans deserve nothing. No over estimating. No understating either. They should be given a strong dose of their medicine. Hard mustered notion this one. So be it for the times to come until someone really changes it.
Am ready !
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Waiting
Waiting for one....
Touch, so tender.
Love, unconditional.
Shoulder to unburden sorrows upon.
Pat, to rekindle spirits.
Waiting for one....
Pearl of wisdom.
Obstacle, to strengthen my character.
Opportunity, to rise to the occasion.
Occasion, to lead.
Situation, to be perseverant.
Performance to undo past failures.
Waiting for one....
Victory...a prized moment.
Conversation filled with knowledge
and dripping in intellectuality
Instance, to be all alone
and appreciate silence.
Clue, to realise and
Period, to rediscover myself.
Waiting for one....
Company to unwind in,
Friend to confide and
friendship, to define life.
Gesture to bridge differences
and dissolve enmity.
Joy, totally unalloyed.
Experience, which will be vivid.
Gift, a cherished possession.
Waiting for one....
Drop of tear to pour my heart out..
Chance, to confess...to my beloved.
Intimacy which cannot be re-lived.
Person who means everything.
Waiting for one....
Drop of rain to kiss the barren land.
Rainbow which will paint my life.
Cue of love from someone beautiful.
SMILE....which sets my heart fluttering.
Waiting....
Touch, so tender.
Love, unconditional.
Shoulder to unburden sorrows upon.
Pat, to rekindle spirits.
Waiting for one....
Pearl of wisdom.
Obstacle, to strengthen my character.
Opportunity, to rise to the occasion.
Occasion, to lead.
Situation, to be perseverant.
Performance to undo past failures.
Waiting for one....
Victory...a prized moment.
Conversation filled with knowledge
and dripping in intellectuality
Instance, to be all alone
and appreciate silence.
Clue, to realise and
Period, to rediscover myself.
Waiting for one....
Company to unwind in,
Friend to confide and
friendship, to define life.
Gesture to bridge differences
and dissolve enmity.
Joy, totally unalloyed.
Experience, which will be vivid.
Gift, a cherished possession.
Waiting for one....
Drop of tear to pour my heart out..
Chance, to confess...to my beloved.
Intimacy which cannot be re-lived.
Person who means everything.
Waiting for one....
Drop of rain to kiss the barren land.
Rainbow which will paint my life.
Cue of love from someone beautiful.
SMILE....which sets my heart fluttering.
Waiting....
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Hey there !!!
Greetings :)
Well, if you were wondering what happened to my last post in hindi, for reasons unknown, I unpublished it. Posted it back (due to lack of quantity on my blog and all that ). Was attempting some shero- shayari and ditto like me, it has bombed !( I guess :D ). The attempt though, earned a comment. Nothing to be proud of !!
Have been playing NFS these days...at the drop of the hat. Someone ( wasn't it you KS, in one of our chats ? ) was praying that I lose to the comp. and go down crashing. No bahuaa.... I managed to be a 'Champ' on quite a no. of occasions !! Muhuhaha !!! B-)
On the work front, my romance with the Corn continues. It swears day and night to irk me all over. I am waiting for the harvesting time inturn, to chop it to death ! Some strange unsigned hatred brews towards each other. Its mutual. Apart from that, life's been all about fast paced narration, lacking crystal clear definition and form. Life in itself is a big word to address my petite grief stricken existence.
Wanted to write on Enemy, more on Columbia, a brief intro on Lawrence Pl., and few other things on those lines. Also about people who were corner stones in my life so far.
For now I will freeze them. Will unleash with vigour at a more opportune time.
Adios !
PS: Btw... Many Many Happy Returns of the Day....Pappa ! :D
Greetings :)
Well, if you were wondering what happened to my last post in hindi, for reasons unknown, I unpublished it. Posted it back (due to lack of quantity on my blog and all that ). Was attempting some shero- shayari and ditto like me, it has bombed !( I guess :D ). The attempt though, earned a comment. Nothing to be proud of !!
Have been playing NFS these days...at the drop of the hat. Someone ( wasn't it you KS, in one of our chats ? ) was praying that I lose to the comp. and go down crashing. No bahuaa.... I managed to be a 'Champ' on quite a no. of occasions !! Muhuhaha !!! B-)
On the work front, my romance with the Corn continues. It swears day and night to irk me all over. I am waiting for the harvesting time inturn, to chop it to death ! Some strange unsigned hatred brews towards each other. Its mutual. Apart from that, life's been all about fast paced narration, lacking crystal clear definition and form. Life in itself is a big word to address my petite grief stricken existence.
Wanted to write on Enemy, more on Columbia, a brief intro on Lawrence Pl., and few other things on those lines. Also about people who were corner stones in my life so far.
For now I will freeze them. Will unleash with vigour at a more opportune time.
Adios !
PS: Btw... Many Many Happy Returns of the Day....Pappa ! :D
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