Any thing for………… Attention!!

This is the second instance in near past which has rattled me …. First one being a young nubile professing her Love for Charles shobhraj (also known as bikini killer) and eventually marries him…

But the second one really disgusts me…..

KASBAH IS CUTE……repeat ……..CUTE……

While driving to office today morning, I was listening to FM 91.1, amid the normal chit chat and friendly banter of the RJ’s, A lady called up to give her opinion on Kasbah ( the lone terrorist caught in Mumbai Massacre) and what she has to say………KASBAH IS CUTE……Yes ……..CUTE……I have seen his pictures and he is Cute.

I couldn’t believe my Ears and I am sure lots of people who would have listened to that would have felt the same….. Did that lady not read the articles which came along the picture telling how Frankenstein this guy was…. I believe meaning of Frankenstein needs to change ….. as ugliness has a new face….. KASABH

Sets me wondering…… what all we humans do for attention!!

A Man who saw Today........14 Years Back!!

Some time in 1994, a very dear friend of mine Alok, had written this poem, I can see the relevance today also.
Meaning of this is-- in today’s world which is modern , people have lost the meaning of life, earlier people used to stay in joint families and now they prefer nucleus families, They have broken the boundaries and made them smaller , just to conceal themselves.
We used to have gardens in front of houses, now we have cactus bonsais in our balconies.
Everyone is running to get some where, in doing so we are not bothered who lives or dies, its I, Me and myself syndrome,
We are building modern armaments which can wipe out humanity in one go...
have we progresses or gone back to stone ages...... has God created us for this Armageddon or peace......
I have tried to translate it in English, which is immediately below this one.

Thanks Alok....
प्रगति....!!!
मुर्दा शहर...
ढहते मकान...
गिरती चारदीवारियाँ...!

छोटे दरवाजे...
सिमटते आँगन...
कँटीली फुलवारियाँ...!!

यह वर्तमान की पसंद है
यह मनुज की प्रगति है
इधर न अब आना मनु
तुम्हारी थाती उधर पड़ी है

.....हाहाकार-चीत्कार !
.....क्रंदन-रूदन !!
.....प्रलाप-विलाप !!!
क्षमा करो सृष्टिकर्ता
ये उसी मनु की संतान हैं.

....ईर्ष्या-द्वेष !
....स्वत्व-निजत्व!!
....तृष्णा-वासना !!!
क्षमा करो कुलदेवता
ये उसी मनु की संतान हैं

....खींचतान-मारपीट!
....धर - पकड़ !!
.....ऊंच-नीच !!!
क्षमा करो आदिमनीषी
ये उसी मनु की संतान हैं

पतनोंन्मुख पथ....
विध्वंसात्मक परिवर्तन....
................त्रासद प्राप्तियां

मनु की ये कैसी विरुदावली!
मनु को ये कैसी श्रद्धांजलि!!
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धन्य निष्प्राण मानव
धन्य मनु-संतान !

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Progress….

Dead Cities….
Broken Houses….
Broken fences….

Smaller Doors…..
Contracting living areas…
Thorny gardens……

This is Today’s Liking
This is man’s development
So don’t come this side O'God
Your belongings are not here.

Violence and its aftermath…
Crying and living in pain…..
Forgive Us O' God
That we are your offspring

…Jealousy and Vindictiveness!
…Me and mine!!
…Unholy desires!!!
Forgive Us O' God
That we are your offspring

…Grabbing and Violence!
…Desire to succeed!!
…caste boundaries!!!
Forgive Us O' God
That we are your offspring

Roads leading to downfall….
Violent inducing changes…..
……..destructive results

Why is God Crying!
On his offspring’s Ode!!

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Long live The Dead humanity
Long Live the Gods Children!

Fight Back.... Right way

There has lot been happening lately in India and Mumbai In Particular.

The worst kind of attack on humanity by Humans with inhuman minds has resulted in around 200 official deaths and thousands of painfully slow deaths, where people will die everyday remembering their loved ones. Which will culminate over centuries to come.

I will not debate on what happened and who done it
I will not attend rallies and news shows to express my anger…..
I will not say who is inept and who is not.
…………. No………
I will keep this anger within my self and not let this feeling die.
I will speak when the time is right
I will show my strength in Ballot and help choose someone who is a protector
I will be a good citizen with my eyes and ears open.

I AM NOT HELPLESS.

Mumbai... O Mumbai

2 days of continuous frenzy and uncertainty comes to an end now….. Finally violence has receded.

In its wake it has Destroyed Livelihood of hundreds and shattered hopes of thousands.
A Kalyan Resident’s and two brothers were lynched ( story Here) he some how saved himself and recuperating in hospital.
One of the lynched brother was a Doctor who used to treat the same very people who lynched him. His used to charge Rs 10 as his fee. His mistake …… He was not born to maharstrian parents.

Now some De tour…….

I was watching an old movie Gardish – by Priyadarshan ( one of those movies of which Mr Priyan is still reaping the harvest.)

Characters are done to death

A father- working in the lower echelon of law enforcement
A son- Father wants him to become , what he himself couldn’t, A Police Inspector (Bansi u won the bet… Its not an IPS).
A Local DON- who doesn’t allow any one to stand in front of him and has total control over the Town.
Some cronies- who survive on others power

Plot line is simple and there is obviously no originality to it. However It’s the acting of the central characters, which is inspiring

Story goes like this – A hawaldar is transferred to Mumbai as a punishment posting to the most notorious police station in town. Kala Chowki.
He being the righteous person he is, gets involved in a brawl with local Hafta collecting sidekick of the Don, Billa Jilani. Billa beats him badly and while he was exercising his muscles over Hawaldar, hawaldar’s son happens to pass the area and saw this, He looses his temper and get involved in the fight and Thrashed the don mercilessly and sents him to hospital half dead.

Suddenly the son becomes the new perceived Don of the area and people start revering him. His legacy becomes the stuff of the folklore and people start using his name to wield power.

Later on Don again comes back from half dead and tries to get his Empire back, Son again thrashes him and the don dies, so does sons aspiration to become a Police officer.

THE END.

Coming back to chaos prevailed in Mumbai / Kala chowki…. Ooops….. But aren’t we seeing similarities here…..
Same anarchy …. But no Son / Law to correct that……

THE END.

A Diwali Derailment...

I am Back Guys…. Not that I had gone any where, it was just a sabbatical from writing…. But I was not writing that regularly.
In the meanwhile have done some sightseeing in Phuket and Bangkok… Awesome places… More on that later.

Right now my thoughts are kind of derailed ….. That reminds of one derailment which happened eons ago and I was a passenger of that ill fated train.

This is a true incident.

I remember the day very clearly…but first some background

I was doing my MBA and was planning to take a much needed break in Diwali and Visit my Folks in My home town, I had reserved a seat which was RAC. ( Air travel was a dream …..)

Before I bought the ticket, I Kept on asking My Room mate about if he wants to come along. He was very categorical in denial and was very sure that he wanted to enjoy the festivities of Delhi this year.

The D day arrived and it was the previous evening of diwali and I had to catch the “ Magadh vikramshila express” at 7 in the evening, In the same afternoon , my roomie has a change of heart and he decided to accompany me after all, with a mission of surprising his Folks back home. Seeing all our enthu and bubbling energy a college mate of mine also joined in. So in the end we were 3 of us with one RAC ticket boarding the train. ( I hope airlines learns from this and offer this kind of privilege which only Indian railways offer) . Not to mention a certain fairer sex class mate of mine who had a Reserved AC seat…. And was traveling on the same train. (More on her later)

The scene inside the compartment was very festive and obviously there was no sense of seating, Reserved or not reserved this was first come first serve. So we all 3 got one seat and made a human pyramid.

Train started and we were home bound.

The Journey was indeed amusing, and we three, in spite of all the inconvenience were enjoying the environment to the fullest. The night faded in to day and we just crossed Mugal sarai. Train was packed to the capacity and suddenly my roomie had a Nostradamus attack and declared his very wild thought…. What I the train derails now….

As luck would have it, within 5 minutes of the incidence we were suddenly jolted and headed straight towards the field instead of the railway tracks.

The train derailed. That was a Diwali day

After the initial shock wore off, we suddenly realized that due to heavy rains for past week fields were muddy and train wheels got lodged in the slush and that acted as a cushion which softened the impact and there were no casualties.

Initial reaction was to rush to the door and get out immediately, so we did that , moment we went out, my college mate realized that he has left his half eaten packet of Britannia’s Milk Bikis inside the train. That brave soul again jumped back in the train and came out with a smile on face and Biscuits in hand. What a victory.

I obviously worried about the fairer sex class mate of mine who was in AC and as the situation is always, she was nowhere to be found. However Ac bogy was in pristine condition and she by then has moved out of the train and has gone to nearby station to board the relief train.
My roomie was heart broken though, my college mate almost collapsed, and ME….. Well I never gave her a ride on my Mobike again.

We however were undecided and without money (college days dude) and were contemplation various possibilities before deciding the correct course of action. (Remember I was doing my MBA)

Suddenly we saw Rakesh Mohan (Kaju Bhai) a Assistant commandant of BSF ( He is now no more with us, has laid down his life in the service of our country, May god rest his soul in peace. One of the bravest human I have ever met in my life)
Kaju bahi also was in the same train going home, along with one o his juniors.

Seeing him we were suddenly charged up, but he junior was little unhappy, I thought because of the accident, but his unhappiness was over a very different issue, it seems in the entire shakedown experience of accident, his bags fall from the top birth and some liquor bottles he was carrying to be used in festivities, were broken. I was surprised that he was not happy to be alive ( His bogy was the worst hit) then being sad for some broken liquor bottle, when I asked him this, his answer startled me.
“Its no big deal, I see Death every day (he was posted in Kashmir) and have learnt to come to terms with it.” He was sad because his plans for festivities have been nixed.

This was the feeling of a soldier.

Anyways, we all hired a Ambassador car and started for last 200 Km of the journey. I still remember it clearly, we all penniless guys, barely managed to pool in money to hire the car and were not even left with enough to have some refreshments later.

We reached our home town at around 6 on the Diwali day to the relief of our parents , who were really worried after hearing about the train accident and to the surprise of some very good friends who were already deciding on the menu of the after funeral party.

My roomies parent were most surprised. To find him first and to find him alive later.

That was a Diwali to remember and a Journey never to be forgotten..

A Historical Monument... Indeed.

This narration is of an event, which I heard from my grandfather and he from his.

Around 1747 when British started ruling India, Two Young Man, with hope in their eyes and success as their motto, started their career. One was my Late Great Great Great Grandpa and other was a gentleman, who was an ardent follower of his.

They came to Mumbai and stared a tailoring shop, My Grandpa owned it ,and other gentleman was working with him as a tailoring assistant.( Man standing in the Pic).

Years went by and business succeeded and My Grandpa Became Old and left for his heavenly abode, however this gentleman remained in a Time wrap and Hold your breadth…. Still is in the same,

I as Young child saw this gentleman in 1976 in a movie, (Right, he became a film personality) and said … DADAJI looks cool, and so said my DAD as well…..

No one currently “Living” in my Family or any one’s which I know of….. Has seen this gentleman in his younger days….

Yes He was young Once upon a time in medieval india.

So hold your Breadth... this is a dream come true for as meny people I know, as I present to you Mr HAANGAL in his young Avatar.

This a 250 yr old picture (carbon dated ) of A young Mr Haangal. (Inset).

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Itna sannata kayoun hai bahi……………….

PS- this is Fictitious story and is not meant to show any disrespect towrds anyone.

4 Year's Up The Process.

It started 4 years back. Every one said Welcome to the club…. Another one bites the dust… iski to gayi…so on and so forth.

Contrary to the fear which these lines instilled in me, I have had an awesome journey so far…
It has been a process of learning how Potato’s can be boiled without water….. (It’s called E boiling).
It has been a process of seeing the utensils burning then the gas stoves.
It has been a process of learning how to ensure that things are bought without making a demand for them.
It has been a process of knowing “what is a headache”
It has been a process of understanding the expressions without hearing the words
It has been a process of seeing the world revolving around one individual
It has been a process of understanding the actual and inferred meanings of yes and No’s

It has been a process knowing some individual other than me;

It has been a process drawing my strength from some one who is so delicate by Gods creation.
It has been a process of knowing together we can, Will & eventually have…..

It has been a process of knowing you.

Ye tera Ghar … ye mera Ghar

Living in Bombay… oops Mumbai has it own share of fun and off late Horrors. Fun in a sense that you can live your life without bothering about what others will think and people form every strata survives here and have a good life,
Weekend Evenings at Juhu / Girgam / Bandstand and other sea fronts are pure bliss for people form all walk / ethnicity of life , More affluent ones goes to the Pubs and lounges which are dime a dozen in Mumbai.
I always found Mumbai little crowded while driving on the roads thinner than Shilpa Shetty waist. However the discipline in people driving on such roads made up for most of the inconvenience felt ever. In all, life has been good and progressing for all an sundry.
Alas… nature is not perfect until there is a trouble in paradise…. So suddenly some very powerful people realized that the Mumbai which has been a life line to scores of people and has been called financial capital of INDIA is not in INDIA anymore, it is only in Maharastra now. So people you have been given a warning … Leave Maharastra as you are INDIANS.
Why has this happened???? Maybe some one felt that People of Maharastra who are living in Peace and harmony are not required to live in that fashion. Or may be mahrastrians who have hired other INDIANS to do the job in cheap rate are not doing a justice to Maharastra or may be It’s a time when lion has lost his teeth’s and his Cubs who are grown up now wants their pound of flesh.

Whats the outcome…. Maharastra is divided between New Building army… gods Army, Mr Immortal Singh and others… let them all have a pound of flesh.

In the meanwhile no one has gone to mahrastrians and asked them what they want…are they wiling to suffer this new found horror, which has engulfed the state, are they gaining or losing with this kind of tirade against humanity…

Questions and emotions are meny… answers are none,

after all whose house is this……..