Thursday, October 16, 2008

Our French Mis-Steps

Our Team had completed the basic level of French Language training last year and this year we thought that we would take advantage of the 'lean' period between the projects and go a step forward in French. However, the French Language institute had less faith in us that we had in ourselves and told us that they would need to assess whether we have remembered enough to go for the next level. They informed us that they will hold an assessment over phone for each candidate and then evaluate whether we can go ahead.

Many of us made the examiner's day by providing her enough material to laugh about for at least a couple of days. Here are some snippets of the conversation. All of this happened in French. What you see below is the exact translation in English.

Snippet 1: Examiner talking to Punjabriti (name changed)
Examiner: Do you have children?
Punjabriti: Yes, I have a daughter.
Examiner: How old is she?
Punjabriti: She is three years old.
Examiner: Do you also have a son?
Punjabriti: No, my daughter does not have a son. (Do I need to explain more?)

Snippet 2: Examiner being run down by Car-run (name changed)
Examiner: Can you describe your house?
Car-run: There are 3 bedrooms, 1 drawing room, 1 dining room, 3 bathrooms, and two swimming pools in my house. ((in French, swimming pool is 'piscine' and kitchen is 'cuisine'. My friend here, obvoiusly, meant two kitchens)
Examiner: Two swimming pools?
(By now Car-run had understood that he had goofed up, but decided to stick with it)
Car-run: Yes, one very big and one small.
Examiner: Do you swim?
Car-run: No.
Examiner: Does your wife swim?
Car-run: No.
Examiner: Does anyone else in your family swim?
Car-run: No.
Examiner: You have two swimming pools in your family and none of you swim in them?
Car-run: Yes that's right. (I don't know about the examiner but I was convinced)

Snippet 3: Examiner being led on by Siddance(name changed)
Examiner: Is your home close to office?
Siddance: yes its very close.
Examiner: How do you go to office?
Siddance: I go to office on football. (when obviously he meant that he goes to office on foot)

Snippet 4: Examiner interviewing ChinChin (name changed)
Examiner: Do you have a car?
ChinChin: Yes, I am a car.
(here the examiner corrected ChinChin that he/she should say that "yes I have a car". )
(After a few sentences...)
Examiner: Which car do you have?
ChinChin: WagonR
Examiner: How much does it cost?
Chin Chin: It costs Rs. 40 Lakhs (Hell of an expensive WagonR!! But if ChinChin is the car, then I guess it is quite reasonable)

At the end, may be because of the entertainment we all provided, we all cleared the assessment and are on our way to the next level.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Change

When I slow down,
the world goes by,
so fast that it's nothing,
but a colorful blur.

I stand still,
and try to make sense,
of all that's happening,
without and within.

All things that I hold dear,
vanish one by one.
Everyone who is near,
is changing with the tide.

And it is then when I feel it,
As slow and quiet,
as the blooming of a rose bud,
the small but sure changes in me.

It is a comfort,
to say the least.
While the world's not constant,
I, too, am changing with it.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Extremists Never Learn

The serial blasts in Bangalore and Ahmedabad, including the one in the trauma center, has brought the focus back on Terrorism. Never before has a medical facility been targetted. The cold-bloodedness in these attacks is increasing. It is unfortunate that these organizations think that they have a right to end so many lives and traumatize countless other people who are not directly affected by these incidents. The dreams that end with these attacks are countless and priceless.

However, extremists fail to realize that they have never been successful in this. People always bounce back. No market has ever been shut down because of this, no place has ever been boycotted. People still tour Kashmir at the slightest indication of peace there and they will keep doing that. So what are these Organizations trying to accomplish by these terror acts especially since they do not have even one success story to boast of in the past?

Markets are still crowded near Diwali. People still go to movie halls. In fact, the number of people doing so has increased. I think it is high time the extremists should realize that they are fighting a lost battle and they will never succeed in breaking peoples' spirits.

My heart goes out to those whose lives have been brutally cut short because of the extremists' need to attract some attention. And I pray for those who have lost their loved ones in these bomb blasts. I know you have not and will never give up on life. This is the only way to show these terrorists what big failures they are in their lives.

People are born brave and they will not change.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Moving On

Deep inside,
there's a knot
that doesn't dissolve.

A pain that refuses
to be revealed,
to flow out.

A few tears
that linger
and sting my eyes.

A little worry,
that shouldn't be
as now your pain
isn't mine at all.

A little sorrow
for the wrong step
that led us here.

But life goes on,
and I will too
till your memory
doesn't hurt
and you are nothing
but a speck of dust
to an eagle
soaring high above.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Intrusive Us

To even mildly religious people, the post may sound blasphemous. So please proceed with an open mind.

I have just recovered from a long session of Bhajans and Kirtans carried out at our neighbour's place with the loud speaker turned on to its full volume. And the singers were so hoarse that they sounded like a pride of wild cats fighting. I tried my best to shut the noise off but ultimately gave up and the chaos became a part of the background noise. And I do mind that because otherwise the background noise often comprises of the sweet song of a koel that lives on a mango tree behind our house.

Considering the regular occurance of such events, it surprized me that this was the first time I asked my self why? Why do we shout at the top of our voices to let the rest of the world know that we are praying? Why do we assume that everyone else would want to hear us pray? and Why do we decide that listening to us pray is good for everyone living around us?

More than praying for our peace of mind, we pray to live up to a pious image that we imagine will earn us a good reputation in the society. We don't live for ourselves or even our families. We live for the society. Hypocrisy is the most hazardous disease that this fear of society imposes.

And after all this, do we feel an inch closer to God? I bet not. On the contrary, all this noise is sure to drive God away. When we think of God, the first thing that comes to our mind is peace. But a lot of tuneless loud singers singing devotional songs hardly sounds like "peace".

I resent this intrusion into my private space. I resent that I am being forced to pray in a way that one of my neighbours thinks is right. I resent that I am being denied a right to shut off your voice that echoes around in my brain long after you have stopped singing.

After all this ruckus, I don't feel uplifted at all. I feel resentful and that definitely does not make me a better human being, which I suppose was the intention behind installing the loudspeaker facing outwards in your balcony. Please stop assuming things for me and the rest of your neighbours and leave us with a choice to listen to the koel's song that gives me a doze of instant peace and makes me thank God for the bliss.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Awards - Most Modern Person of March 2008

Who is modern? Being Modern, what does it truly mean? To me it means someone who can defy the world and stick to their principles and can view the world without a bias. Bravery, Self-respect, and Non-judgemental attitude are a few attributes that are essential aspects of a modern human being.

On this blog, I am making a very humble attempt to recognize these undefeatable, courageous forces of humanity that are contributing towards making this world a better place. I am starting out with "The Most Modern Person" award and intend to recognize a new person every month. This may later branch out towards the "Most Modern Woman" and "Most Modern Man" categories if we get enough contenders (the more, the better).

The award for the most modern person of March 2008 goes to Salim. For more information, please refer: Man agrees to buy wife to save her from flesh trade

Some people have expressed that he has sacrificed a lot by accepting a wife who had become a prostitute. I don't agree. You are bound to regret a sacrifice some time in your life. This is not sacrifice. This is a proof of Salim's pure, brave heart that gave him the courage to accept the fact that his wife is suffering for no fault of her own. His care and concern for her prompted him to risk his life and rescue her. By calling this a sacrifice, we are insulting the goodness of his heart and the strength of the love between him and his wife.

Salut to Salim for listening to his heart and following it. He is now one step above the rest of us in humanity.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Broken Dreams

I was on my way back from office when we passed a house under construction. Unexpectedly, the first thought that struck me was that 'here stands someone's dreams' in the making. The subtle delight and sense of satisfaction and pride that comes when a dream is on its way of coming true was palpable in that incomplete abode.

But the joy was shortlived as I remembered the tragedy of countless homes and buildings that were gutted during the Latur earthquake in 1993, the tsunami in 2004 that was caused by an earthquake in the Indian Ocean, and for that matter even the attack that demolished the World Trade Center in 2001. All that was material and physical including the property, human lives, money was accounted for, but all that was implicit was lost. All the dreams woven inside the bricks, the pillars, the steel bars, the walls, the rooms, the homes, and the offices, were broken and lost forever.

Here is my tribute to this huge disembodied loss.

A dusty curtain slowly lifts,
threatens to reveal the breathing mass,
Every single pebble of which,
is still alive with broken dreams.

Each red brick lies shattered,
aware that it has fallen short,
of the worthy task bestowed,
on it by a million human souls.

Every slab of cement regrets
all it couldn't hold together.
No matter how hard it tried,
the shuddering earth took apart.

The majestic tower stood proud
minutes before this cataclysm
brought it down on its knees
and into the ground, head first.

With it died a million songs,
a million smiles, a million tears,
Countless dreams, unfulfilled hopes
and wishes of a happy life.

One by one each little pebble,
breaths its last without a sigh
too sad to cry out loud in pain,
it closes its bruised eyes forever.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Maruti Suzuki Zen Estilo

I am back to crib about another advertisement. This time one on the radio. I wonder if you have heard that cheeky ad in which a family friend calls on the landline number of a friend couple. Their child who sounds anywhere from 8-11 picks up the phone. I don't remember the exact words but the conversation goes something like:

Adult: Hello
Child: Hello

Adult: Beta, papa ghar par hain?
Child(mimicking the adult): Beta, papa ghar par hain?

Adult: Kya?
Child: Kya?

Adult(getting a bit worked up): Beta, mummy ya papa ghar par hain?
Child (in exactly the same tone): Beta, mummy ya papa ghar par hain?

Adult(gathering patience): Beta?
Child(in the same tone): Beta?

Adult (Angry) : Beta?
Child (mock-anger): Beta?

Tag line: "Looks like some one is still not back from their Zen Estilo test drive"

Now the Adult and the Child on the phone were really good actors. They conveyed a lot through their expressions. But other than that rest all is awful.

Child is awfully rude. Moreover, what were his parents thinking leaving such a rude child behind alone? What if he burns the house down in their absence. How irresponsible?

I wonder what irresponsible parents, rude children, and hapless callers have to do with Maruti Suzuki Zen Estilo. Interesting...

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Jane Eyre - The Implausible Modern Victorian Woman

When I first started reading Jane Eyre, I had expected to find the protagonist to be a materialistic socialite like Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind or, at best, a prig like Fanny in Mansfield Park. The last thing I expected was a woman who could very well be my idol today in the way she follows her heart and mind and takes strong decisions. It is hard to believe that Charlotte Bronte wrote this novel in 1857.

Jane Eyre, the protagonist is an intelligent, passionate orphan who is being raised by her rich aunt who is not too kind to her. She gets her education in a charitable school, Lowood, and emerges as a much learned, passionate, but sensible woman. Her many talents include a flair for languages, painting and sketching. She is hired as a governess for a french girl, Adele and falls in love with Mr. Rochester, her employer. They are about to be married when something from Mr. Rochester's past intervenes and makes it impossible for both to be married. Jane refuses to be Mr. Rochester's mistress and runs away. She chances upon her cousins from her father's side and her cousin St. John asks her to marry him. Though she likes St. John as her brother, she is not able to consent to marrying him as her heart still belongs to Mr. Rochester. She goes back to find out whether Mr. Rochester was fine as previous enquiries had not yielded any results. She finds Mr. Rochester blinded and maimed by an accident and the previous impediment to their marriage removed. She ends up marrying Mr. Rochester.

One particular passage from this book that I would like to quote and which also tells us something about Jane Eyre and Charlotte Bronte is:

"Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex."

The philosophy is very modern for the Victorian Age and might as well be one of the first feminist writing in English Literature (as far as I know). Jane Eyre herself never compromises her self respect but is not overly egoistical. She is honest and refuses to bear unfair treatment. She stands up for herself and is strong enough to resist the temptations of love from Mr. Rochester in a way that does not go well with her self-respect. She is honest and straightforward and this is why Mr. Rochester has a strong liking for her.



Anyone who wants to read the story of a woman who goes through much suffering by following her heart and at the end righteously achieves her destiny, should read Jane Eyre. And as usual, the movie does not do justice to any of the characters. Jane's paintings, that are much a part of Jane's character are not mentioned anywhere. The grace and certainity with which she tackles Blanche Ingram's threat to her hopes of love is totally subdued. But more that Jane, the character that suffers most at the hands of the movie's script writer is Mr. Rochester. One basic flaw in Mr. Rochester's character, his lack of compassion for his mad wife is done away with and he is shown to be kindly comforting her. All that is not ideal in the novel is made ideal in the movie and this takes away the charm of the story considerably.

Counting Smiles

On my way to work today, I counted smiles. It is a 20 minute drive from my home to office and as my husband took care of the driving part, I spent my time chatting with him and also counting the number of people that were smiling while travelling.

In the entire journey, I counted (hold you breath) two people who seemed to be smiling heartily. One was this young lady (somewhere in her early thirties) who was all wrapped up in a shawl and was presumably walking towards a bus stop alone. She must have remembered some incident that tickled her and made her smile spontaneously. Her whole face was lit up and she was oblivious to all around her, too engrossed in her own pleasant thoughts.

The second was the driver of a mini-bus carrying students to some school. He was chatting with the bus conductor who stood right behind the driver and they seemed to be sharing a joke. His smile was good natured and I was able to judge the type of joke that they shared. It was surely not lewd or slapstick. It seemed more like some funny situation that the conductor had landed himself in.

Two people in 20 minutes seem too less though. I must have come across hundreds of people during the journey but only two were smiling. This is a bit disappointing.

Anyways, if someone travelling in the opposite direction was also counting smiles today, they would have surely counted one and that was me. Counting smiles made me smile too and I added to the total number of people smiling during that moment. Cheers!!

A very fruitful exercise, really!!

Monday, February 4, 2008

Religion - To Each Their Own

I am a Hindu. That goes to say that I follow Hinduism. I have friends who are Sikhs, Muslims or Christians. While there are some common beliefs in all religions, every one essentially follows a religion of their own. Religion cannot be imposed, it can only be felt and faith makes you a follower.

According to your up-bringing, your personality, your values, you choose to accept few things and discard few things that the religion teaches. In Hinduism, I admire the in-built spirituality, the flexibility, the openness and the practicality, especially as defined in Geeta. But I shun practices that pollute air, environment, water etc. Many rivers, such as Yamuna and Ganga, suffer because of these practices. On every bridge across Yamuna in Delhi, Government has built huge net boundaries to prevent people from throwing offerings into the river. But the energetic Hindus religiously hurl flowers, polybags into the Holy River. It is sad to say the least.

I consider myself a worshipper of the supreme power who resides in each and every aspect of nature. I revel in green post-monsoon Himalayas, I admire vast, uncommercialized beaches, and I long to see the desert. This is where I see my God. In everything that has a power to give without vanity. This is my religion. My personalized Hinduism.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Public Mis-awareness Campaign

A recent ad on TV, which claims to be a public awareness campaign, shows a self-important 10-year old telling his family about his scores in various subjects. The conversation goes on like this:

Family: "Maths?"
10 yr old with mock disappointment: "93"

Family: "Science?"
10 yr old with mock-er disappointment: "96"

Family: "And what about Rahul?"
10 yr old with a wide grin and thumbs-down: "0"

Family: "Why?"
10 yr old with absolute delight: "Chicken Pox. He didn't come to the school at all."

Family smiles nastily as if Rahul has acted foolish by contracting chicken pox.

And all this in the name of a "public awareness campaign" for a Chicken Pox vaccine. I would request the great people behind this ad to spare us their concern for our well-being. Some other child falling sick should raise nothing else but compassion in everyone. But these amazingly conceited people make completely innocent kids act mean and selfish and derive happiness out of others' sufferings on screen. This message is then telecast to millions of impressionable minds.

World is mean and materialistic enough. We definitely don't need such blatant pokes on our subconscious to make it worse. I wonder what kind of human beings wrote the script of this irresponsible ad and who approved it. People with such sadistic approach to life should not be on such important positions.

Thanks, but no thanks. We are better unaware than being aware like this. Less of us are likely to die of chicken pox than of meanness and unkindness in the next year.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Sanyasini - My interpretation

Sanyasini

Here is a small sketch that I made some time back. To be frank, this sage was not intended to look like this. Atleast not her expressions. But it is her expressions that I find most enigmatic. The lady is clearly a sage, a glamorous one though, but her eyes don't suit her face. In fact, I was about to erase them and draw them again but then I guess the general aura that these eyes are giving this plain sketch made me change my mind.


To me the eyes don't seem like those of a sage (sanyasini or fakiran). They are seductive and convey a desire that a sage is not supposed to have. In fact would be considered sinful. She seems to be inviting or rather challenging onlookers to try to break the eye contact. She looks coy and carries the airs of Scarlett O' Hara in Margaret Mitchel's novel "Gone with the Wind". She looks like the one who by raising her little finger can make men fall all around her. But then this personality does not seem proper for a sage, does it?

But I guess this is a reality in itself. As a sage, she is unattainable and as a seductress, she is irresistable. Almost like the desires in our life that are unattainable but keep haunting us forever and dodging us when we try to reach out for them.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

In Search of my Purpose

For the past few months, I have been pondering upon the purpose of my existence on this earth. Everyone has a purpose or, as Po Bronson says in his book "What should I do with my life?", a calling. In fact, it is this book which has helped me to get motivated enough to attempt seeking my calling.




Anyways, Po Bronson's book talks about many who have faced the same dilemna that I am facing and have successfully found answers to this. One important step towards figuring your purpose out is to figure out what you really feel about. So as a first step I will try to figure out things that I care about.

Hmm, so here it is:
1) I definitely feel angry when I see any kind of a bias - Race, Gender, Caste, Color.
2) I feel angry when people litter or talk thanklessly about trees, rivers, animals, and nature in general
3) I feel angry when someone tries to impose their views on someone else through force and violence
4) I feel sad when I hear about people cheating others
5) I like studying about the weather
6) I like writing
7) I like sketching

Out of this list, I feel most passionately about Gender bias and destruction of nature.

The second step would be to figure out what I can do about these two passions and how I can make a difference to the society. Now this will require some research and therefore will be in another blog post.

Au Revoir for now.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Rose Bud

Morbid Warning: If you don't like to read about death, I would advise you not to proceed. The writing is, however, the least I could do for a cousin to whom justice was denied even after she died.

No one knows who killed her. The only thing that is known for certain is that she had last been seen with a school friend at the market. The school friend accepts that she was with her but did not know where she went after the market.

No one knows how she was killed. However, she was found with a wound on her head next to the railway tracks where the high speed Shatabdi Express runs. Some say that she was drawn in by a passing train. But her wounds were too few for this kind of a ghastly accident.

No one knows how she died. Whether it was because of excessive bleeding from the wound on her head or some internal injury invisble to the entire world? All that is known is that she died in the hospital with her hand on her wounded head so that her bandage as well as her right hand were colored blood red when the corpse was claimed by the family.

No one knows whether it was an acquaintance or some stranger who did this. However, there are some reports that the hapless family received threats that had something to do with their second daughter in case they let the corpse be postmortemed.

No one knows whether she could have been saved. However, people do claim that they had seen her lying wounded since the evening. She was apparently unconscious as no one heard her murmer for help.

No one knows how she died. And no one cares any more. The only thing known for a fact is that a hundred sighs of relief arose from the town as soon as her pyre caught fire.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Happily Re-married

It is all too easy for us to suggest that someone remarry after losing their spouse. But once someone does this, we go ahead and make life hell for the couple. Hypocrisy is too much a part of our society.

Most of the times, after losing a spouse, the bereaved spouse does not consider a remarriage for emotional reasons or society. Well-meaning relatives keep on suggesting that they find someone suitable and marry again. This happens mostly if the bereaved is youngish, lets say less than 45.

But marrying again is not an easy decision to take. Will you be able to love the new spouse the same way you loved the first one? Will your new spouse be comfortable with you? If you have children, you are worried how they will react to your marriage. Or how your new spouse will react to your children from the previous marriage? If all of these things work out, you get trapped in that very Indian question, what will people say? Or if you are lucky and all of the above work out, you worry about how much time should you wait after your spouse's passing away so that it appears proper. Some people will also worry about whether they will be hurting their earlier spouse's souls by remarrying.

Ok, suppose you cross all of the above stages and do marry someone again, you have to be prepared that you may face society's scorn over this very personal decision of your life. Many times the same people who sympathetically suggested that you remarry will talk behind your backs or may even go to the extent of boycotting you.

But in my opinion, these are small prices to pay for having a companion in the old age. Society will not help you out when you need someone to talk to when your children are married, when you are retired, or when you are ill. May be you should live for yourself for once.

The incident that triggered the monologue above was ugly and beautiful at the same time. I was attending a glossy marriage some time back. Though it is hard to notice anything in so much glitter, an elderly sikh couple caught my eyes. They were having their dinner alone. There were 4 more chairs around the table that they were occupying but no one seemed inclined to take them. It was strange because there was hardly any space to set foot, but people preferred to keep standing instead of sitting on that table. All of the other tables were fully occupied. I did not see anyone greeting the old couple or even smiling at them. They were also looking only at each other or at the food in their plates.

I asked my mom-in-law why this kind of a treatment was being inflicted upon them. She answered in a matter-of-fact way "This old man remarried after all his children had been married. His wife had passed away long back." This did not seem to be a reason enough for this kind of a treatment but apparently that was whole of it. Why invite the couple if you don't want to acknowledge their presence? I wondered why the couple had chosen to come to a wedding where their presence was not only unnecessary, but even ridiculed. They obviously did not seem to need to be a part of the clan as they looked pretty happy and content with each other. This does not mean that they should live a secluded life, but I think they should only mingle with people who are open-minded enough to accept the fact that it was perfectly alright that the couple had chosen to go on with their lives after losing their spouses.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Sunrise from my balcony

Date: 1/15/2008

7:06 AM
Sunrise

7:13 AM
Sunrise

7:17 AM
Sunrise

7:21 AM
Sunrise

7:23 AM
Sunrise

Colors of the sky reflected in the windows of the apartments across the road
Sunrise

Monday, January 14, 2008

Artist

Nature paints new pictures everyday. Each different, and each beautiful. I have the priviledge to be able to view sunrise from my balcony though the sunset is hidden behind high rise buildings. Each sunrise is unique and reminds you how lucky you are. The color of the sky changes as often as life changes its course. Yesterday, I saw flocks of small birds diving around in the sky, today it was eagles who were circling the orange sky.

When the sun appears above the horizon, its crimson sphere is reflected in the apartment windows across the road and at times you have to stop and wonder whether you are actually witnessing this haunting exchange or is it a dream. The fumes of a high flying jet approaching the sun are glowing red and discernible from a great distance. Slowly the last star is extinguished and the entire sky turns bluish White.

Half-an-hour after the sun rise, if you look at the sun, you will never be able to believe that this is the same forbidding monster that was so gentle to your eyes a few minutes back. The sky looks white and all the colors vanish only to return in the opposite direction in the evening.

People say that it is bad luck to look at the sun set. But I beg to differ. Only lucky people get to view a site so beautiful. As the sun goes for a dip beneath the horizon, the stars that had been extinguished by the morning light again and start sparkling.

The beautiful painting of yesterday is wiped clean only to make the canvas ready for the next day.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

At the beginning

This is the title of one of my favorite songs sung by Richard Marx and Donna Lewis. The song also featured in the animated movie "Anastasia". The music and the tune is energetic and pleasant and makes you feel happy. For those who are interested, here is a link to the video:

Video - At the Beginning

Here are the lyrics for those who want to karaoke :-):

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We were strangers
Starting out on a journey
Never dreaming
What we'd have to go through
Now here we are
And I'm suddenly standing
At the beginning with you

No one told me
I was going to find you
Unexpected
What you did to my heart
When I lost hope
You were there to remind me
This is the start

Life is a road
And I want to keep going
Love is a river
I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road
Now and forever
Wonderful journey

I'll be there
When the world stops turning
I'll be there
When the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you

We were strangers
On a crazy adventure
Never dreaming
How our dreams would come true
Now here we stand
Unafraid of the future
At the beginning with you

Life is a road
And I want to keep going
Love is a river
I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road
Now and forever
Wonderful journey

I'll be there
When the world stops turning
I'll be there
When the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you

I knew there was somebody somewhere
Like me alone in the dark
Now I know my dream will live on
I've been waiting so long
Nothing's gonna tear us apart

Life is a road
And I want to keep going
Love is a river
I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road
Now and forever
Wonderful journey

I'll be there
When the world stops turning
I'll be there
When the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you

Life is a road and I wanna keep going
Love is a river I wanna keep going on....
Starting out on a journey
Life is a road and I wanna going
Love is river I wanna keep flowing
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you.
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Monday, January 7, 2008

Indians are not Racists - and lets prove it.

Well, I have never seen cricket as dirty as in the current India vs. Australia cricket series. Everything that can go wrong has gone wrong. Wrong decisions, tiffs, arguments, and the worse of them all, a ban on Harbhajan Singh who has been accused of Racial abuse against Andrew Symonds.

News channels are going crazy about this and all over the net there are angry comments for and against both the teams. If Australian team is making the racial discrimination story up to wrongly implicate Harbhajan, it is a dirty trick to play. But at the same time, if Harbhajan (which I doubt) did hurl racial abuse at Symonds, that is wrong too.

To people who advocate racial behaviour against Symonds just because there is an attitude problem in the Australian team members, I would like to say that this is not acceptable. Any kind of a discrimination against anyone is not acceptable. Especially we, Indians, should not become a part of this dirty, regressive behaviour because we have long been on the receiving end of racism and know exactly how it feels.

I think Indians should fight and not bear any discrimination against them. They should definitely not keep quiet at this point, but at least fellow Indian bloggers should refrain from indulging in Racism on net because even when India is progressing well and will soon be leading the world, we don't want to become a recist developed nation who has arrogant citizens. Indians are kind-hearted and we should stay that way. We should show the world how a super-power should behave.

Taare Zameen Par

which means "Stars on the earth" is a movie about a 9 year old boy, Ishaan, who suffers from dyslexia, which his parents and teachers fail to understand. As a result he undergoes physical and verbal abuse when he fails to pass his exams or fails to interact well with the children of his age. His family removes him from his school and packs him off to a boarding school so that he can be disciplined and get rid of his "attitude problem".

Being separated from his family, breaks Ishaan's spirits and he stops painting, at which he is really good. A temporary arts teacher is pained by Ishan's silence and tries to find out the cause of his depression. He reads his notebooks and identifies Ishaan's condition as dyslexia which had also affected him in his childhood.

After this, he visits Ishaan's family and tries to make them understand that their child needs emotional support. At first the father is defensive but later realizes the truth. By this time, with the help of the arts teacher, Ishaan improves his reading and writing skills and also starts painting again. When Ishaan wins an art competition in the school, his brilliance and intelligence is finally revealed to the world.

The movie is beautiful and a must watch especially for parents and teachers. Even for the rest of us, such movies make us see the light. The subtle taunts on the parents of the dyslexic child who is always expected to follow the footsteps of his brilliant elder brother are successful in touching the audience. I guess atleast 25% of the people who were watching the movie, came out as better people.

A job well done Aamir Khan.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Men, when will you get used to women around you?

I was shocked by the horrifying molestation of two women by a mob on the New Year's Eve. But the report published in HT today about a survey they conducted in Metros like Delhi, Mumbai, Kokatta, Bangalore and Chandigarh, is all the more shocking. Have a look at it and please tell me that you were not one of those 500 men they questioned:

Indian males rear their ugly heads

What will it take to make these men look at females without passing any judgements about their characters? If a girl is having fun in a bar, who are you to decide whether she is a one-night stand material or a woman you want to marry and keep hidden inside your homes. She has not asked you to judge her. Guys, please accept that it is her life and only she has the right to choose how she wants to lead it. Yes, females have lives of their own too.

To start from the basics, guys please bear in mind the following things:
1) Women are human beings.
2) They breathe, think, feel, and live like you do.
3) Not being "homely" is not necessarily bad for a woman.
4) Women cannot be customized according to your fantasies of a "homely" girl just like you cannot be customized to be smart and modern if you are not.
5) Women can do tasks beyond the house-hold chores
6) Women have a right to let their hair down and you are no one to decide how they should do it or how they shouldn't.
7) The least you can do is to maintain a distance from her if you respect the fact that she is enjoying her life just like you are.
8) If a woman talks to you in a bar, there are many chances that she too is looking only for a "one-night stand". The choice is not only yours, it may be hers too.
9) Modern women don't like men with double standards. They may choose to be home makers but that again is their choice. Just because they wish to stay at home and think that they can do a better job making it, don't carry a superiority complex around you about the fact that you are the bread winners and don't think that it is their "place". Respect them for the comfort they bring to your homes.
10) Grow up and get used to women.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Safety - A right denied to Women

Ok, alright, A Happy New Year to all. But I really hope that the New Year teaches a really good lesson to those hooligans who took upon themselves the task of ensuring that atleast two girls in Mumbai never feel secure again in their lives. On New Year's Eve, these 2 girls stepped out to celebrate the occassion but fell prey to a perverted mob of men who molested and humiliated them.

If you want to be shocked, click on the following link:
Mob molests 2 Women on New Year's Eve

These girls had as much right to be out on road on the New Years Eve as the monsters who molested them. Who gave these men the assurance that they could get away with such a lecherouos and criminal behavior? A little drink and holiday spirit brought out the demons inside these men and bared them for all to see. The girls were ultimately saved by the police but I am sure that nothing can heal the scars on their psyches.

The thought that these men will now go back to their offices amongst female colleagues, or back to their colleges with female classmates, or even back to their families with female members is scary. If these men can behave like this in public, I shudder to think what they can do behind closed doors. No one is safe in their presence.
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