Have you felt stirred by a particular song on a particular day?
Have you felt so much love that you don't know what to do?
Have you appreciated truly how fortunate we are to have had a glimpse of love?
Have you smiled without a reason?
Have you cried tears of bliss thereafter?
I am doing all this right now :-)
I have no complaints...not with myself nor with the world!
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
Everyone is going to die!
"Everyone is going to die!"
It's such a weird thought when one reads it out first. But what makes it even more weird is the fact that it's true. We all over here...the REAL people, walking, talking, listening, conspiring, gloating, thinking, writing and reading this...we are all going to vanish from the face of the planet one day. Death will come to us and ask "Are you ready to come with me RIGHT NOW?" What will our answer be? Most of us will say "NO!" even before blinking. There's SO much to do! So much to sort out...
"My bank balance is still not how I'd like it to be..."
"I still have to show him what I can do...Hmmpff"
"Once I have her in my life, I will be happy...but till then..."
"Tomorrow is my big day..."
Sometimes it looks like we take life too seriously and that's why we don't have time to smile. It's ironic that a simple action of smiling to oneself has become something to plan about. "I will smile when I get that promotion..." we seem to be saying. Aren't we all waiting for that perfect situation which lies far ahead in the hands of our elusive future? But will THAT future ever come our way? We don't know. It may not. It may. We may not even be alive to see that day!
How many of us have lost our loved ones too suddenly? Most of us have because death always seems sudden. It never comes with a 15-day warning period. If that were the case, we humans would have taken undue advantage of that knowledge of our own death and used it as a means for escape the 'misery' of life.
What's the solution?
Well, what seems to be a really simple and immediate relief is to not take life too seriously!
Ultimately we are all going to die!
We will learn our lessons here in this magnificient opportunity that we have got through this birth. And as humans, as spirited beings, it befits us to put in our 100% in all that we undertake be it relationships or anything else.
Just let go! Chill! Remember? Everyone is going to die!
It's such a weird thought when one reads it out first. But what makes it even more weird is the fact that it's true. We all over here...the REAL people, walking, talking, listening, conspiring, gloating, thinking, writing and reading this...we are all going to vanish from the face of the planet one day. Death will come to us and ask "Are you ready to come with me RIGHT NOW?" What will our answer be? Most of us will say "NO!" even before blinking. There's SO much to do! So much to sort out...
"My bank balance is still not how I'd like it to be..."
"I still have to show him what I can do...Hmmpff"
"Once I have her in my life, I will be happy...but till then..."
"Tomorrow is my big day..."
Sometimes it looks like we take life too seriously and that's why we don't have time to smile. It's ironic that a simple action of smiling to oneself has become something to plan about. "I will smile when I get that promotion..." we seem to be saying. Aren't we all waiting for that perfect situation which lies far ahead in the hands of our elusive future? But will THAT future ever come our way? We don't know. It may not. It may. We may not even be alive to see that day!
How many of us have lost our loved ones too suddenly? Most of us have because death always seems sudden. It never comes with a 15-day warning period. If that were the case, we humans would have taken undue advantage of that knowledge of our own death and used it as a means for escape the 'misery' of life.
What's the solution?
Well, what seems to be a really simple and immediate relief is to not take life too seriously!
Ultimately we are all going to die!
We will learn our lessons here in this magnificient opportunity that we have got through this birth. And as humans, as spirited beings, it befits us to put in our 100% in all that we undertake be it relationships or anything else.
Just let go! Chill! Remember? Everyone is going to die!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Commitment
Sometimes I begin to believe that this entire world...infact, the Universe in its entirety runs on just ONE thing- COMMITMENT.
If the Sun weren't committed to rising everyday, we can't even imagine what kind of chaos it would unleash! The milkman is committed to his job...our day begins smoothly because of his commitment to his job. Journalists are committed so we get news on time. Our homemakers are committed, breadwinners are
committed, students are committed, soldiers are committed, sweepers are committed,water is committed and so is air, singers are committed, dancers are committed, Mother Nature is committed.
It's amazing!!!
Just imagine what a pathetic situation it would be if all these above mentioned roles faltered from their commitment! Each one of us is committed to atleast one role...out of choice. Happily.
Commitment is beautiful.
If the Sun weren't committed to rising everyday, we can't even imagine what kind of chaos it would unleash! The milkman is committed to his job...our day begins smoothly because of his commitment to his job. Journalists are committed so we get news on time. Our homemakers are committed, breadwinners are
committed, students are committed, soldiers are committed, sweepers are committed,water is committed and so is air, singers are committed, dancers are committed, Mother Nature is committed.
It's amazing!!!
Just imagine what a pathetic situation it would be if all these above mentioned roles faltered from their commitment! Each one of us is committed to atleast one role...out of choice. Happily.
Commitment is beautiful.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
On our way to becoming Shanghai
Location: Western Express Highway, Jogeshwari, Mumbai.
Time : 2:00 P.M.
It has become the MMRDA digging ground. A group of 10-15 dhoti-clad workers were sweating it out. I was in my car at a signal. I was watching one really thin man in his early thirties amongst these ‘diggers’. He was pounding the earth below with a long heavy iron rod. He had almost acquired a rhythm in his digging and I followed the beat in my mind and I was singing songs in my head….(thump)I walk this (thump) street (thump) boule(thump) of broken (thump) Where the (thump) sleeps…And suddenly he stops pounding; straightens his bent back…and…he puts a cell phone to his ear!!!
I grinned in amusement and drove away.
Time : 2:00 P.M.
It has become the MMRDA digging ground. A group of 10-15 dhoti-clad workers were sweating it out. I was in my car at a signal. I was watching one really thin man in his early thirties amongst these ‘diggers’. He was pounding the earth below with a long heavy iron rod. He had almost acquired a rhythm in his digging and I followed the beat in my mind and I was singing songs in my head….(thump)I walk this (thump) street (thump) boule(thump) of broken (thump) Where the (thump) sleeps…And suddenly he stops pounding; straightens his bent back…and…he puts a cell phone to his ear!!!
“Aama Saar. Parva ille saar”The signal turned green.
I grinned in amusement and drove away.
Monday, May 23, 2005
The toilet is a very strange place indeed! Some of the best creative ideas strike in the loo when one is doing one of the most mechanical jobs one can imagine.
When I was in the loo I was transported in the past this time…precisely 7 years ago. I was in Ruparel College in the first year, science stream. My subjects were Physics, Stats and Maths. But looking at those please don’t jump to the conclusion that I was good at studies. I was basically crazy about Einstein and his theory of relativity and I loved astronomy in general. That’s why I followed Physics into Degree College too. Well, but by this time even the Guitar had entered my life and I was totally in love with it and the twist in the story is that I had begun hating my science-student life from the bottom of my heart! That’s because my whole day was spent in completing journals and in the dark physics lab! I hated it because it kept me away from my guitar. BINGO! It finally struck me that I am an artist and not a science freak! When I used to read my science texts and see that the current flows from Point A to Point B or when it proclaimed that the earth goes around and the oceans are held on the earth’s surface because of a certain Centrifugal and Centripetal force, I thought,
I had joined a guitar class by then. But it would not suffice for my hunger for guitar knowledge. I wanted more. So, one day I left from home for college. But instead of reaching college, at 8 A.M. I reached my guitar tutor’s home and told him, “I want to be a musician. Please help me.” He sent me to a more serious tutor called Mr. Rodriguez. I travelled to his home and told him that I wanted to learn more. He gave me a guitar and asked me to play. He was a stout old gentleman with really big stern eyes. He told me that if I kept playing like that, he would slap me! Then he told me a big list of things that I SHOULD learn…while two other guys with guitars looked meekly at me. Perhaps they too were at this stage in the recent past. From there I went straight to the Mumbai University to find out about music courses offered there. It was lunch time there so I was sent somewhere else…ultimately I did not find what I wanted.
But the point is that at that time, there was no ‘fear’, no inhibitions or hesitations! The mind was so full of innocence that I could just go out and search for what I wanted. It was so easy to change paths, try something new or do something which the heart desires.
*sigh* I so love those days…
When I was in the loo I was transported in the past this time…precisely 7 years ago. I was in Ruparel College in the first year, science stream. My subjects were Physics, Stats and Maths. But looking at those please don’t jump to the conclusion that I was good at studies. I was basically crazy about Einstein and his theory of relativity and I loved astronomy in general. That’s why I followed Physics into Degree College too. Well, but by this time even the Guitar had entered my life and I was totally in love with it and the twist in the story is that I had begun hating my science-student life from the bottom of my heart! That’s because my whole day was spent in completing journals and in the dark physics lab! I hated it because it kept me away from my guitar. BINGO! It finally struck me that I am an artist and not a science freak! When I used to read my science texts and see that the current flows from Point A to Point B or when it proclaimed that the earth goes around and the oceans are held on the earth’s surface because of a certain Centrifugal and Centripetal force, I thought,
“How does that matter to me and my guitar?! The only force that keeps theI changed my stream. I took up Arts; Psychology, Philosophy and History. !
guitar stuck on me is Love!”
I had joined a guitar class by then. But it would not suffice for my hunger for guitar knowledge. I wanted more. So, one day I left from home for college. But instead of reaching college, at 8 A.M. I reached my guitar tutor’s home and told him, “I want to be a musician. Please help me.” He sent me to a more serious tutor called Mr. Rodriguez. I travelled to his home and told him that I wanted to learn more. He gave me a guitar and asked me to play. He was a stout old gentleman with really big stern eyes. He told me that if I kept playing like that, he would slap me! Then he told me a big list of things that I SHOULD learn…while two other guys with guitars looked meekly at me. Perhaps they too were at this stage in the recent past. From there I went straight to the Mumbai University to find out about music courses offered there. It was lunch time there so I was sent somewhere else…ultimately I did not find what I wanted.
But the point is that at that time, there was no ‘fear’, no inhibitions or hesitations! The mind was so full of innocence that I could just go out and search for what I wanted. It was so easy to change paths, try something new or do something which the heart desires.
*sigh* I so love those days…
Thursday, May 19, 2005
The real thing...?
What is ‘real’?
Something tangible? But that tangible, can turn intangible anytime! Is the person beside you ‘real’? But people can just vanish…and then what is left? Memories, sounds and pictures in the head. Can you show them to your best friend? You can only ‘tell it’ as it was. It can never come back. All the ‘reality’ that we see around us, how much is ‘real’ for sure? Transient is everything. Everybody.
We say something is painful because we have experienced pleasure, we know something is cold because we have experienced heat. As with all dualities, so with this. If all this is ‘unreal’, what/ where is ‘real’? There has to be something which is NOT transient, something that is time-proof, something that does not decay…
What is real?
Something tangible? But that tangible, can turn intangible anytime! Is the person beside you ‘real’? But people can just vanish…and then what is left? Memories, sounds and pictures in the head. Can you show them to your best friend? You can only ‘tell it’ as it was. It can never come back. All the ‘reality’ that we see around us, how much is ‘real’ for sure? Transient is everything. Everybody.
We say something is painful because we have experienced pleasure, we know something is cold because we have experienced heat. As with all dualities, so with this. If all this is ‘unreal’, what/ where is ‘real’? There has to be something which is NOT transient, something that is time-proof, something that does not decay…
What is real?
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
If you notice, so many of us are worried about our ‘image’ more than anything else. We are all busy sticking to our images of who we think we are. Of course, it also means this is with regard to ‘other’ people’s perception of our image. Confusing? It’s not really that complicated!
A husband and wife have been married for five years now and the wife’s mother always taught her to respect her husband and his family. Now, five years down the line, this woman discovers that her husband and her in-laws are not all that ‘respectable’ and being the humans that we all are, we commit some really stupid mistakes. Because this woman has squeezed herself into this ‘image’ of the ‘ideal’ wife/ daughter-in-law, she refuses to depart from it by not speaking up at all! Ok, now we all might not identify with a situation like this. Let’s take another example.
There is this young man in his early twenties who’s just got his degree and has begun working in a very reputed firm with a handsome salary, perks etc. His family, his friends, his neighbours…everyone is happy about him. He’s enjoying his job too…even his odd hours and overtime. After about four months in the job, he realises that he’s not all that happy. He feels this kind of heavy feeling in his head when he wakes up and thinks about going to work. It becomes a burden. He gets this job because his qualification matches his job profile. But his heart lies in theatre. He knows it. It won’t pay well, the working hours would be odd but still he would love going for rehearsals anyway. The lights, the stage, the energy, the script…he is dreaming about it when he goes for his job too. What would this man do? Normally, he would stick to his job because, suddenly he would lose all the ‘status’ associated with the job. Perhaps he doesn’t want people around to think that he is a ‘struggler’ in the theatre business. So, even though his heart yearns for something else, he doesn’t do anything about it. Reason? IMAGE!
Unfortunately, this the way mind works.
What is Life about after all? Being happy, right? So of what consequence is living something we don’t enjoy?
On a lighter note, one of teachers used to call this state of mind, ‘toilet-seat mentality’!
A husband and wife have been married for five years now and the wife’s mother always taught her to respect her husband and his family. Now, five years down the line, this woman discovers that her husband and her in-laws are not all that ‘respectable’ and being the humans that we all are, we commit some really stupid mistakes. Because this woman has squeezed herself into this ‘image’ of the ‘ideal’ wife/ daughter-in-law, she refuses to depart from it by not speaking up at all! Ok, now we all might not identify with a situation like this. Let’s take another example.
There is this young man in his early twenties who’s just got his degree and has begun working in a very reputed firm with a handsome salary, perks etc. His family, his friends, his neighbours…everyone is happy about him. He’s enjoying his job too…even his odd hours and overtime. After about four months in the job, he realises that he’s not all that happy. He feels this kind of heavy feeling in his head when he wakes up and thinks about going to work. It becomes a burden. He gets this job because his qualification matches his job profile. But his heart lies in theatre. He knows it. It won’t pay well, the working hours would be odd but still he would love going for rehearsals anyway. The lights, the stage, the energy, the script…he is dreaming about it when he goes for his job too. What would this man do? Normally, he would stick to his job because, suddenly he would lose all the ‘status’ associated with the job. Perhaps he doesn’t want people around to think that he is a ‘struggler’ in the theatre business. So, even though his heart yearns for something else, he doesn’t do anything about it. Reason? IMAGE!
Unfortunately, this the way mind works.
What is Life about after all? Being happy, right? So of what consequence is living something we don’t enjoy?
On a lighter note, one of teachers used to call this state of mind, ‘toilet-seat mentality’!
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
“SUCCESS”
How is it measured?
How does one know if one is successful or not?
What lengths will one go to, to achieve it?
What kinds of compromises are involved?
Really, how is success generally measured? We usually measure it in terms of money. If the occupation we are in returns money enough just for sustenance, it’s not really a great success. But if we earn enough to buy a car, shop extensively on weekends and pamper the taste-buds with ‘Fresh Pizza’…it may be called ‘SUCCESS’.
Everybody wants to be successful at the end of any given endeavour. Nobody willingly embraces failure. People forget hunger, thirst, sleep, leisure, family, lovers, friends, duties, countrymen, compassion, entertainment, movies, music, passions, hobbies, sport, health, life, breath, holidays, travel, meditation, parents, God…everything! Most importantly, they forget who they themselves are! This is too big a price to pay for ‘success’. To become happy in the FUTURE, we become unhappy in the present!
What I am arriving at is that, ‘Success’ has to be redefined. There are thousands of ‘successful’ people in the world outside…but how many of them are really ‘happy’???
For me, success means being happy in the present. What does it mean for you?
How is it measured?
How does one know if one is successful or not?
What lengths will one go to, to achieve it?
What kinds of compromises are involved?
Really, how is success generally measured? We usually measure it in terms of money. If the occupation we are in returns money enough just for sustenance, it’s not really a great success. But if we earn enough to buy a car, shop extensively on weekends and pamper the taste-buds with ‘Fresh Pizza’…it may be called ‘SUCCESS’.
Everybody wants to be successful at the end of any given endeavour. Nobody willingly embraces failure. People forget hunger, thirst, sleep, leisure, family, lovers, friends, duties, countrymen, compassion, entertainment, movies, music, passions, hobbies, sport, health, life, breath, holidays, travel, meditation, parents, God…everything! Most importantly, they forget who they themselves are! This is too big a price to pay for ‘success’. To become happy in the FUTURE, we become unhappy in the present!
What I am arriving at is that, ‘Success’ has to be redefined. There are thousands of ‘successful’ people in the world outside…but how many of them are really ‘happy’???
For me, success means being happy in the present. What does it mean for you?
Friday, April 15, 2005
Slow down, You move too fast...
Why are we all running?
Do we know that we ARE running?
Is running important at all?
I just happened to get this flash of thought the other day.
Our life is like driving from point ‘a’ to destination ‘b’. We all have our own chosen destinations. Usually we start from the highway at full throttle speed! Why at such great speed, do you ask? I don’t know. Nobody does. We can overtake other vehicles on the highway, cut lanes. But when we reach a red signal, all the vehicles stop. They must. Else they will be fined. Big, small, new, old, indigenous, foreign-made, diesel or petrol…everyone must stop and then start the journey again together.
Then what was the purpose of shooting from the highway at break-neck speed, draw the wrath and bad-will of vehicles we have dangerously overtaken or honked endlessly at? Ultimately, even we had to obey the rules by stopping at a red signal; and red signals are predestined! Then could we have taken it a little easy on ourselves and on other vehicles? Could we have enjoyed the journey by going slow? It’s not just important that we reached the destination. It’s ‘HOW’ we reached there which matters! Are we smiling at the end of it?
Do we know that we ARE running?
Is running important at all?
I just happened to get this flash of thought the other day.
Our life is like driving from point ‘a’ to destination ‘b’. We all have our own chosen destinations. Usually we start from the highway at full throttle speed! Why at such great speed, do you ask? I don’t know. Nobody does. We can overtake other vehicles on the highway, cut lanes. But when we reach a red signal, all the vehicles stop. They must. Else they will be fined. Big, small, new, old, indigenous, foreign-made, diesel or petrol…everyone must stop and then start the journey again together.
Then what was the purpose of shooting from the highway at break-neck speed, draw the wrath and bad-will of vehicles we have dangerously overtaken or honked endlessly at? Ultimately, even we had to obey the rules by stopping at a red signal; and red signals are predestined! Then could we have taken it a little easy on ourselves and on other vehicles? Could we have enjoyed the journey by going slow? It’s not just important that we reached the destination. It’s ‘HOW’ we reached there which matters! Are we smiling at the end of it?
Don't blame me if you die laughing...
Do this when u go online
Google home page
Language tools ka button (to the right)
Type “my mom is nice and cool”
Translate from English to Spanish
Then copy this translated sentence in to box again
Say translate from Spanish to English this time
See what happens
Leave a comment if you are alive.
Google home page
Language tools ka button (to the right)
Type “my mom is nice and cool”
Translate from English to Spanish
Then copy this translated sentence in to box again
Say translate from Spanish to English this time
See what happens
Leave a comment if you are alive.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
The SCARIEST sight in Mumbai...
Do you know what it is?
A group of 3-4 BMC workers preparing to dig ONE more strip of land which looks relatively 'flat'.
This reminds me of a very funny SMS I'd received:
Idhar khuda hai
Udhar khuda hai
Jahaan dekho khuda hi khuda hai
Jahaan aaj khuda nahin hai
...wahaan kal khudega
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Exactly 9 years ago, I picked up the guitar for the first time! This snap is from Smt. Lata Mangeshkar's show in Mumbai in 2001. You can see me in the farthest left side of the snap :))
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These make me cry...
- Soldiers
- The National Anthem
- Hariharan’s voice
- Innocence
- Love stories
- Black- the film
- Truth and sincerity
- Onions
- Remixes
- Meditation
- Mallika Sherawat
- “I love you”-the three golden words
- Violins
- Live chamber orchestra playing in sync
- Love
- Longing
- Surrender
- Letting go
- Knowledge
Not necessarily in that order…
Monday, April 04, 2005
Un-holi hai!!!
On a beautiful Holi morning, I and my mother were walking towards our car in the building premises itself. Suddenly a bucket of water splashed on my mother's head which was hurled from the fourth floor of our building (she is 61 years of age)! She was furious. I dashed a letter off to the secretary. I have always been protesting against such kind of celebrations where a celebration for one could become a punishment for life for someone else!
I am only 24 years of age and I am not really counted among the mature people of the colony! :) Still, the letter was read out in the committee meeting and action has been taken. There is a notice put up on the notice board saying that as a rule, nobody can be dragged into a festival without consent!
Two days of my life were utterly wasted in frustration witnessing the stupidity of people around me. My mother kept telling me to give up my protests and accept the situation. But my persistence paid off. And I am glad.
So, people, even if you are fighting for a really really small cause, don't give up if you strongly believe in it. Eventually justice prevails! Yayyyy!
On a beautiful Holi morning, I and my mother were walking towards our car in the building premises itself. Suddenly a bucket of water splashed on my mother's head which was hurled from the fourth floor of our building (she is 61 years of age)! She was furious. I dashed a letter off to the secretary. I have always been protesting against such kind of celebrations where a celebration for one could become a punishment for life for someone else!
I am only 24 years of age and I am not really counted among the mature people of the colony! :) Still, the letter was read out in the committee meeting and action has been taken. There is a notice put up on the notice board saying that as a rule, nobody can be dragged into a festival without consent!
Two days of my life were utterly wasted in frustration witnessing the stupidity of people around me. My mother kept telling me to give up my protests and accept the situation. But my persistence paid off. And I am glad.
So, people, even if you are fighting for a really really small cause, don't give up if you strongly believe in it. Eventually justice prevails! Yayyyy!
Modern, eh?
I simply HATE (Aaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh) the sight of movie posters which have people (usually a man and a woman...or two!) making out like sexually deprived animals. Tongue in another's mouth, hand on cleavage (on one's own or someone else's), half-naked woman draped in white sheet etc. It's all over the street walls and hoardings of Mumbai. Am sure it's all over the country as well. The point is that all of a sudden our 'socially responsible' and 'sexually liberated' film-makers and their loyal actresses have decided to 'educate' stupid Indians like us about 'sex'. Boom!! It's everywhere. On T.V. serials, in talk shows (ever seen Pooja Bedi interviewing people on Zoom? Watch it.) and in movies. Kids ranging from 3 years of age till 15...young adults from 16 to 21...old uncles above 55...everybody are taking in the SAME kind of 'education'! The kids are wondering, "Why attend some boring sex-education seminar in school, when I can get a CD of 'Julie' or 'Fun'?" It's scary.
There is this whole bunch of models that think showing off the 'six-pack' and the perfect chest is sexy and cool. Where are the 'actors'?? Om Puri, Ajay Devgan, Amitabh Bachchan, Sanjiv Kapur, Rani Mukherji, SRK, Kajol, Madhuri Dixit, Shabana Azmi hardly have bodies to die for! But that's the point. If you can act well, you don’t need a great worked-out body...if you still have it, great! But but but if you have an amazing body and you can't act to save your life, then it's not working for me!
There's more to come.
Now, replicas of Mallika Sherawat walk openly on the road too. Jeans which begin below the navel and tops which end above it. I never knew showing off one's underwear was so cool!
Where are these people heading for? Is this exercising freedom? Is this being Modern?
'Modern'.
The synonyms of the word are: 'Contemporary', 'Recent', 'Current', and 'New', 'Fresh'.
Is Mallika Sherawat 'Modern'?
Is Imran Hashmi 'Modern'?
What about Celina Jaitley, Isha Koppikar, Amrita Arora, Neha Dhupia, Meghana Naidu, Udita Goswami, Aryan Vaid et al?
Does it involve being modern in the head or being dressed in the least of clothes?
With every 'freedom' comes a 'responsibility'. Who is taking the responsibility of the young minds? Is looking great everything? Is sex the ultimate goal of life? Can there be no entertainment without anything being sexually suggestive?
Our ancestors started out their life without clothes. They used to be naked. But hey, they had fur on their body. Then as evolution took its toll, the fur reduced and then people had to at least cover their 'privates' for fear of injury and protection from the climatic conditions. Then as they became more 'Modern' and 'civilized' they started wearing more clothes which were very basic in nature but it used to protect the 'furless' skin very well. Then clothing became more utilitarian and it was used by everybody except tribes (no, not Mallika Sherawat). Then the fashion designers came. Then 'another kind' of fashion designers came. And they ruined everything. I suspect we are going to grow fur again. Going by the rate at which people are shedding their clothes without any inhibitions, we are not 'modern'; in fact we are going back to our primitive roots.
Somebody stop this bullshit!!!
Disclaimer: These are my personal views. I don't wish to educate anybody nor get into any kind of debate! :))
There is this whole bunch of models that think showing off the 'six-pack' and the perfect chest is sexy and cool. Where are the 'actors'?? Om Puri, Ajay Devgan, Amitabh Bachchan, Sanjiv Kapur, Rani Mukherji, SRK, Kajol, Madhuri Dixit, Shabana Azmi hardly have bodies to die for! But that's the point. If you can act well, you don’t need a great worked-out body...if you still have it, great! But but but if you have an amazing body and you can't act to save your life, then it's not working for me!
There's more to come.
Now, replicas of Mallika Sherawat walk openly on the road too. Jeans which begin below the navel and tops which end above it. I never knew showing off one's underwear was so cool!
Where are these people heading for? Is this exercising freedom? Is this being Modern?
'Modern'.
The synonyms of the word are: 'Contemporary', 'Recent', 'Current', and 'New', 'Fresh'.
Is Mallika Sherawat 'Modern'?
Is Imran Hashmi 'Modern'?
What about Celina Jaitley, Isha Koppikar, Amrita Arora, Neha Dhupia, Meghana Naidu, Udita Goswami, Aryan Vaid et al?
Does it involve being modern in the head or being dressed in the least of clothes?
With every 'freedom' comes a 'responsibility'. Who is taking the responsibility of the young minds? Is looking great everything? Is sex the ultimate goal of life? Can there be no entertainment without anything being sexually suggestive?
Our ancestors started out their life without clothes. They used to be naked. But hey, they had fur on their body. Then as evolution took its toll, the fur reduced and then people had to at least cover their 'privates' for fear of injury and protection from the climatic conditions. Then as they became more 'Modern' and 'civilized' they started wearing more clothes which were very basic in nature but it used to protect the 'furless' skin very well. Then clothing became more utilitarian and it was used by everybody except tribes (no, not Mallika Sherawat). Then the fashion designers came. Then 'another kind' of fashion designers came. And they ruined everything. I suspect we are going to grow fur again. Going by the rate at which people are shedding their clothes without any inhibitions, we are not 'modern'; in fact we are going back to our primitive roots.
Somebody stop this bullshit!!!
Disclaimer: These are my personal views. I don't wish to educate anybody nor get into any kind of debate! :))
Thursday, March 31, 2005
My days in Jail---Daisy
There was a white girl in the lot. Daisy was her name. She stood out from the rest not only because she was white, but also because she was very beautiful. Neatly dressed in a jumper, track pants and pleated hair, she was always one of the early birds for the morning exercise sessions. I and Vandana were totally taken in by her beauty and her intelligence. She said she knew most of the asanas and it was apparent. One day, we decided to ask the jailer about Daisy. The jailer said she has been in the jail from the past 3 years! And now her age in about twenty...that means she came in when she was seventeen...we thought, "What kind of crime would anybody like Daisy; that too at a tender age of seventeen, commit?" She came in with 20 kg of brown sugar, it seems. Daisy??? I couldn't believe it! She and many foreigners like her are under trial for the same crime. But foreign nationals don't have any sort of bail plea in courts. For the next two days that we went there, we were still reeling from the shocking reality about Daisy.
She was British. Grey eyes, amazing figure and a very captivating smile. Looking in her eyes one could not imagine she could do anything like she did. Finally after the meditation one day, we mustered the courage to ask her why she had come in here. She said that she had been framed by some Israeli friend of hers. It was not her fault. Our minds anyway didn't want to believe what the jailer had been telling us.
250 female undertrials
50 kids below ten years of age
2 barracks
1 woman/ 18sq.ft area
6 toilets
7:30AM breakfast
9:00AM lunch
5:00PM gates close no movement outside
200sq.ft patch of sky
365 days a year
1 dream
Continued: Next week-> Ashwini
She was British. Grey eyes, amazing figure and a very captivating smile. Looking in her eyes one could not imagine she could do anything like she did. Finally after the meditation one day, we mustered the courage to ask her why she had come in here. She said that she had been framed by some Israeli friend of hers. It was not her fault. Our minds anyway didn't want to believe what the jailer had been telling us.
250 female undertrials
50 kids below ten years of age
2 barracks
1 woman/ 18sq.ft area
6 toilets
7:30AM breakfast
9:00AM lunch
5:00PM gates close no movement outside
200sq.ft patch of sky
365 days a year
1 dream
Continued: Next week-> Ashwini
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Location: Pavement in front of Furtado’s Music, Opp. Metro Cinema, South Mumbai.
Time: 11:30 A.M.
Weather: Really hot
A mixed group of around 12-15 people comprising of young and old of various socio-economic backgrounds, stand surrounding a young man in his 20's who is lying unconscious on the ground. He is experiencing an epileptic seizure with hands and legs flying out randomly without any control or co-ordination. None knew what to do. But then an old Parsi lady came out and told the people, "He's having a fit. He'll need to be hospitalized. I am a nurse...I know he will have to be taken to the hospital!" Nobody moved. Nobody had an idea about what exactly should be done. And then, a man in his late 30's stepped ahead and he said, "Place a bunch of keys in his palm." He was exactly what the dabbawallahs of Mumbai look like...a 'ghaati'. The nurse mocked at him angrily saying, "How do you think THAT is going to work?!" A shopkeeper from the adjacent Bombay Sports shop ran inside and emerged with a dumbbell and a huge bunch of keys and gave them to the 'ghaati'. He knelt down and then placed the keys in one palm and the dumbbell in the other. And the seizure stopped there and then. Immediately. And the crowd dispersed. The nurse went away, perhaps wondering about what she learnt about medicine all these years...they never taught her anything like this! I walked in complete awe, humbled by the 'ghaati' man's presence of mind and strong faith in simple remedies.
Can we really feel 'intelligent' and smart just because we have education?
Time: 11:30 A.M.
Weather: Really hot
A mixed group of around 12-15 people comprising of young and old of various socio-economic backgrounds, stand surrounding a young man in his 20's who is lying unconscious on the ground. He is experiencing an epileptic seizure with hands and legs flying out randomly without any control or co-ordination. None knew what to do. But then an old Parsi lady came out and told the people, "He's having a fit. He'll need to be hospitalized. I am a nurse...I know he will have to be taken to the hospital!" Nobody moved. Nobody had an idea about what exactly should be done. And then, a man in his late 30's stepped ahead and he said, "Place a bunch of keys in his palm." He was exactly what the dabbawallahs of Mumbai look like...a 'ghaati'. The nurse mocked at him angrily saying, "How do you think THAT is going to work?!" A shopkeeper from the adjacent Bombay Sports shop ran inside and emerged with a dumbbell and a huge bunch of keys and gave them to the 'ghaati'. He knelt down and then placed the keys in one palm and the dumbbell in the other. And the seizure stopped there and then. Immediately. And the crowd dispersed. The nurse went away, perhaps wondering about what she learnt about medicine all these years...they never taught her anything like this! I walked in complete awe, humbled by the 'ghaati' man's presence of mind and strong faith in simple remedies.
Can we really feel 'intelligent' and smart just because we have education?
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