tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45493345658271113942024-03-13T11:30:50.524-07:00New post on the blog!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-13975797329391928402011-04-07T01:24:00.000-07:002011-04-08T08:12:45.050-07:00When hunger strikes!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJCYIj-Yerk/TZ10mgw00lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jUsciL191mw/s1600/zero-rupee-note.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJCYIj-Yerk/TZ10mgw00lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jUsciL191mw/s200/zero-rupee-note.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">India, yes the land of miracles! My India! It is full of drama, struggle and hunger. Hunger to get! Hunger to achieve! Back in the days of freedom fighting, Bhagat Singh went on a strike, demanding good food and basic things in the Lahore jail. He and the revolutionaries fasted for more than 2 months to achieve what they wanted. And eventually, they got it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">But we are no longer in the era of British rule. We have been divided. We now have people in our own country, who probably are not physically cruel towards us like the British. But morally are.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Indian politics has always been my thing. I remember discussing with my ‘revolutionary’ theatre gang about how keen we are to step into it and make this world a cleaner place! I have promised myself, if ever I become a politician, I will be a pure, non-corrupt person who is on that chair to make the area around a better place. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">But on second thought, do I really need to be on that chair to make my world cleaner? I read somewhere ‘anti-corruption begins at home’. Corruption is nothing but dishonesty towards ethics, morals and self. If you live in a place like India, to fight against corruption becomes all the more difficult! To fight against corruption here means, fight against your want of getting a work done or at least get it done any sooner. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">“Rishwat lena hi nai, rishwat dena bhi corruption hai” <o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b>Anna Hazare, 2011.</b> A 72 year old man who is sitting at Jantar Mantar today to tell the Government that its silence is not acceptable anymore, that corruption is not acceptable anymore. And yes, he is on a ‘fast-unto-death’ strike or ‘Satyagrah’ as <i>Gandhi-wadis</i> may call it. Firstly, I salute his courage to afford a protest like this at such an old age, only for his fellow Indians. And to people of my India, I’m glad that such a great gesture and support has been shown by them too. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">India has over 6, 00,000<b> </b>villages, more than a million towns and countless districts. Can you imagine the number of government offices and staff in these places? Can you imagine the amount of corruption? I bet you can’t! <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Okay, forget the rural. A very simple example. Ask yourself, if tomorrow you are coming back from a party, late in the night and are stopped by a local <i>‘thulla’</i> who can give you a ticket with the powers vested in him, will you accept the ticket for drunk driving? In fact, will you even be ready to take the alcohol test? It is obviously easy to give him 100 bucks and get rid of it! That is corruption. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Anna Hazare’s act of courage is well appreciated. But picture this: you go to Jantar Mantar, scream at the top of your voice <i>‘ek-do-teen-chaar, band karo yeh atyachaar!’ </i>The protest becomes a hit! After one week (or less), everything said and done, will this make ANY difference to the lives of those countless people who have to give <i>‘chai-paani’</i> to every government official they come across in those villages and towns? Will you stop giving those <i>‘100 ki patti’</i> to the cops that come your way? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #4c1130;">No, I am not trying to be a pessimist. I am not saying that this won’t help at all! The ‘corrupt’ might get blacklisted and fired. Society boycott, bad mouth, bitching, awareness, beware-ness and more. But it is going to be restricted at the level of Central government or maybe some main offices that are branched in Delhi or big cites. I believe corruption is stronger and in power at a much lower level of the hierarchy. The level that you and I deal with, everyday. Will this morally shake those officers from within? Can we guarantee that ‘we will get rid of corruption’? <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #4c1130;">I hope it was that simple. I hope that any act, of any kind could bring immediate development to the heart and brains of this country. Anti- corruption does begin at home. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #4c1130;">And this does not make me any less patriotic. I am still proud to be an Indian.“<i>100 mein se 90 bayimaan, fir bhi mera Bharat mahaan!” <o:p></o:p></i></span><br />
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</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">P.S. - Of course, I support Anna Hazare.</span><o:p></o:p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-6620764953681889242011-02-20T09:00:00.000-08:002011-02-20T09:02:00.349-08:00Not just another Saturday Night.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhXy48sBYpk/TWFH02T-xlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1KSzgv6ccis/s1600/langar-gurdwara-sahib-dublin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhXy48sBYpk/TWFH02T-xlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1KSzgv6ccis/s200/langar-gurdwara-sahib-dublin.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">As far as I remember, I have been going to Bangla Sahib Gurudwara every Saturday night, since forever. Me and my family spend a good amount of time there. We pray, eat a lot of kadha prashad, enjoy the langar some days and have a peaceful time. I always notice people who I see there every Saturday; I think that’s pretty natural. Last week, mom and I decided to have langar for dinner; we love the dal! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">So I sat on the floor and looked around. Saw the person sitting right next to me; "I know him!" Since I was a kid, I had seen him standing outside the gurudwara. He used to stand with his palm open and with a stick on the other hand and was in a pretty dirty condition always. Sadly, he was blind. My dad, before we leave the place, would always give him some money. I had seen that man grow old, literally. Somewhere in my heart, I or in fact everybody, I am sure, feels helpless when see such people. I used to wonder if he could actually manage himself some food. But today, I was sitting right next to him. We were both eating the same menu. We both had our plates being washed at the same basin, with same water. We both had our rotis coming from the same chakki. Whenever the sevak filled his plate with dal or salad or vegetables, they would ask him to touch and check. I guess he was their (sevaks) favourite kid. They talked to him and say ‘le, hor le yaar!’ (Take some more) and he would smile. His plate was full, but like a very good boy, he finished it all. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I guess this is why they call it ‘community langar’, not because the community people have it, but because people and I mean ‘all the people’, sit together and make a community. A community from which people step out with stomachs full and hearts pleased. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">He stood up and was about to step on his own plate. I pulled the empty plate and kept it with mine. A sevak came running from another end of the hall and took him outside, to the place where I usually see him standing. I saw him walk away and the thought of all of it made me smile and have Goosebumps! </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-31940284472557801982011-01-16T11:31:00.000-08:002011-01-16T12:29:32.317-08:00All so twisted, Yet so simple.<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TTNHFMLQ7MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Qx-_W0tQ7bM/s1600/Direction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TTNHFMLQ7MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Qx-_W0tQ7bM/s200/Direction.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">“It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear. Cause it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month or even your year but I’ll be there for you!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I heard through the phone. My friend was watching ‘FRIENDS’ on television. Just for fun, I asked him to tell me which ‘FRIEND’ he thinks I am. I had taken these quizzes on facebook and of course I know myself too well too. I always knew I was Pheobe. She’s got her own creed. Her principles and friends meant the most to her. She loved animals and cherished family values. Like her, I totally love singing. And of course, I’m a happy person! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I waited for him to say that too. But he got confused. He thought I was a mix of Rachel and Pheobs. My voice raised and said ‘Pheobe!’ He thought for a while and agreed. He just said a very small thing and it got me thinking. “Like her, its as easy for you to bend your words as per your convenience. Remember you told me you wont drink at the party. And in 3 hours you were probably sloshed? Just like Pheobe, who never wanted to wear fur!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I guess it was a very small example. And to think of it, I do have more examples to give. Like, when Ginie died, I told myself, my parents, that I will not get a new dog now. I don’t think I can give the same love to any other pet now. But, a month after that, I was sitting with a dog on my lap in front of my dad, trying to convince him to keep the pet. (I totally love them!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I told my friend “I am not going to date ANYBODY now!” twice, after every break up. Umm.. But I did! (Hopeful, every time!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I hated this guy for over six months. I told myself, my friends, “There is no way I’m getting in touch with him again, EVER!” Today, we chat online, call often and meet sometimes. (Things are smooth.)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">There was a time I used to see people doing nothing in life. I used to ask myself “why is he not working? Why can’t she study further? Why are they sitting at home the whole day?” And it’s been seven months that I am home, trying to figure out things, future, life! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">(Taking a break!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">They say life is all about making choices. But is it really in our hands? I mean, often we make a choice thinking we will stick to it. But, destiny has probably already planned every step for us. Every move that we plan, might take us through a route that will lead us to where fate wants us to be. And so I would ask all my friends to take things light, don’t be harsh while making a decision, and understand that every word I say is not engraved! (Wink)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">“I seldom end up where I wanted to go, but almost always end up where I need to be.” </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">-Douglas Adams.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-30675567118412475192010-12-01T08:05:00.000-08:002011-04-08T13:07:18.117-07:00End of an Era!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TPZzLlxP0dI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NduREYpHScs/s1600/ginie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TPZzLlxP0dI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NduREYpHScs/s200/ginie.jpg" width="150" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I opened the door and saw my sister holding it in her arms. It was possibly the ‘yellowest’ dog I had ever seen. Dirty and dusty. It looked scared. As soon as she dropped it on the floor, the dog ran and hid under the dining table. My sister then told me that it’s a female spitz that was lying on the vet’s table at the dog shelter and was up for adoption. I called her out and patted her dirty thick fur. My sister took her for a shower and she came out all so clean. That’s when I realized she was one of the prettiest little things! We noticed that she was a lazy one with drug, beautiful eyes, so we named her ‘Ginie’ after ‘Gin’. And she became the best part of my life!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">We took care of her food, she hated pedigree! Trained her to poop on the terrace and she was quick! She was the laziest bitch! Never ate food on her own, I hand fed her and bare her tantrums! It felt like raising a child. I loved it! One day, as I had lunch on the dining table I heard a knocking sound. It came from under the table. I bent and looked, it was Ginie. She was shivering and her body stiff. White saliva coming out of her mouth and her eyes wide open! It was a scary sight. Only later, Rashi told me about her sickness. Ginie was epileptic. The doctor told her this was to happen but the sweetheart was too cute to let her sickness keep anybody from her!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">We lived with it. Her treatment started. The doctor gave medicines that were to be given for a lifetime. Rashi had left for her new job in Mumbai. Ginie was totally my responsibility now. As the time passed, her problem became serious. Hence, more medicines, even more dizziness! But she was a fighter. She experienced a cycle of fitts every month for 3 whole days. The shivering body and unconsciousness after every 3-4 hours, was a lot of pain to herself and my heart. Those 3 days were the hardest time of the month for me. Yes! Even harder to take than my periods! As soon as she recovered a little consciousness after every fitt, she walked and hogged like a stray. “Ginie! Ginie!” called me and mom just to try and make things easier for her. But of course, she was too dazed out! I remember the first few months, I cried every time she experienced a fitt. She was a little child and it was painful to see her in pain. But gradually, I had become strong. Very strong!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Once, I gave her food in her bowl. She was hungry, I could tell. She came running and sat right in front of her bowl and looked at it. I started walking around the house, doing my thing. After a pretty while, I looked at her as she looked at her food, then at me, then again food, and then again at me! I smiled and hand fed her until she finished it all. She was one spoilt bitch! I used to kiss her forehead and tell her “what will I do without you?” and she looked at me like a dumb little dog! She really was quite dumb! If I called her from my room in one end, she would go running to meet mom in the other end. If she climbed 2 stairs, tumbled 4! If you tell her to shake with her right hand, she’d lye down! She was a unique piece!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Ginie loved to go for long drives. We had a Maruti Esteem and Ginie loved to sit at the back window, where people usually keep there stuff toys for show, Ginie was the cutest moving stuffy! Never had I ever seen any dog sitting so quietly and enjoying the drive. Our annual Mussoorie trips were her favourite too! I guess she loved the weather. Once, it snowed there. All my family went to the terrace to play with the snow. I took Ginie along and let her be. She ran from one end to another, so excited to see the snow. But like always, her excitement was just for a small moment. She used to be in such a laze (thanks to her never-ending medicines) that she could never run or play for more than 5 minutes. I used to see other’s dogs, so active and playful. But I wouldn’t have exchanged my baby for ANY other in this world! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">It was that time of the month again. She started experiencing fitts. But, only this time she had one right after another in a 10 minutes gap! I was failed to understand. She could not walk after that, at all! But hey, here comes another one! And one right after that! It was a moment of panic. Ginie had had 6 fitts in 25 minutes! I called my dad and took her to the vet. While on the drive, she had one on my lap too. She used be so faint that she peed unconsciously, and on me too. But she was my child. I took it as a baby’s leak. The vet gave her Anastasia and she lied into my arms. I came home and put her into her bed and watched her sleep. Her peace meant a lot to me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b>26<sup>th</sup> October 2010</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">It was her 6<sup>th</sup> birthday at home. Like every year, we had got cake and a tiara for her! Her eyes used to letch at the cake. She loved it! And that was one of the days when she was allowed to eat sweet! That is the day I saw ‘Marley and me’ on TV. It was too sad to see the dog die in the end. Honestly, I did cry. I hugged Ginie tight that night and said ‘what will I do without you?’. And again she looked at me like a dumb little dog. My girl was experiencing her periods. It had been more than two weeks. That’s a lot more days than what she usually experienced in every 6 months. So, I took her to the vet the next day. It seems like Ginie was born with bad luck. Her uterus was severely infected. The doctor called her in for next 5 days to give her 2 injections per session. She was also inserted a medicine in her uterus through a long ‘rod’ like instrument. She used to scream in pain, I held her tight. Now that’s a lot of needles and dizziness! But her bleeding did not stop. My home smelled like a hospital. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">After consulting 3 doctors and getting her endless injections and medicines and an x-ray and a blood test, our regular vet finally said we need to do surgery! My heart pounced. ‘A surgery!’. It was Diwali in 2 days and we had to go to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Agra</st1:place></st1:city>, like every year, to my grand dad. I took a 5 days permission from the vet and he in return gave some medicines (again) for/till the time we got back for the surgery.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">It was time for Diwali prayers and I prayed for a miracle. And believe it or not, the very next day Ginie had stopped bleeding! After 45 days, everybody in the house took a sigh of relief. This meant no surgery! We returned happily and got back to our daily routines. It had become cold so I pulled out Ginie’s coat from the cupboard and put on her. She always looked like a smart dog in that red, collared coat. Ginie had become anemic for all the blood loss, but I thought it was temporary. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b>15<sup>th</sup> November 2010</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">It had been a week and Ginie hadn’t barked! The house was too silent. I took her to the balcony in the morning and forced her to bark. You know, the same old ‘shooo that!’ technique. It worked! Finally, my baby barked. I had plans to catch ‘social network’ with a friend that day. So I got ready, waiting for her to come. Ginie was doing her usual thing now. She used to run in excitement, barking her guts out and come back and lye again as if she’s worked at the mines! Mom had asked me to feed her before I leave, and I had passed that order to my younger brother. I was already running late, so as soon as my friend came to pick me up, we left. I don’t remember saying bye to Ginie. That had happened before. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I was inside the theatre, it had only been 20 minutes in there. My phone rang. It was my brother. He usually calls me to ask if I’ve fed Ginie before leaving. So I text him to text me back. But he was calling again and again. I went outside the theatre and called him, only to find him crying out loud. I remember my heart skipped a beat as he said ‘Chani come home. Something’s wrong with Ginie. She’s not moving, at all!’. I asked my friend to give me a ride back home. I was petrified! I called back to check again and told my brother that I’ll be there the soonest I can. And all he said ‘Let it be, she’s gone!’ It was one of the things I never ever wanted to hear. Ginie was dead. My little baby had left me. The crying was uncontrollable then. There was too much traffic on the road. I cried and cried, but nothing worked, of course! As my friend drove, honked and tried to take care of me, my world had shattered, it seemed. I was so numb to listen to the horns or see the red light. It was the longest 15 minutes of my life. As she parked the car, I ran. And I ran! I had asked dad to take Ginie to the vet, hoping it was just another faint. I remember my fingers had become stiff, I guess my blood pressure dropped. I reached home and could hardly speak. I tried. Brother said that dad had taken her to the vet. I fell into his arms and broke, completely! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">The bell rang. They were here. My second brother came to me and gave her into my arms. So lifeless! I hugged Ginie and burst. I could feel her icy cold face against mine. I had seen her sleeping, had seen her faint too. But to see her dead, was the worst sight of my life! I cried ‘what will I do without you Ginoo? What will I do without you?’. And I waited for that dumb look, but in vain. My baby had walked 6 years of her life hand-to-hand with pain. As I said, she really was a fighter! My dad slipped a spoon of ‘amrit’ in her mouth and took her away from me. It was time for her burial. As they went down the stairs, I could only see Ginie’s foot coming out of the blanket she was wrapped in. I felt like I’ve lost a child. And I really have.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-68064059693548042332010-09-27T07:57:00.000-07:002010-09-28T11:13:37.579-07:00I've got the power!<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDVei2HEUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/adctO7sEAj8/s1600/india.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDVei2HEUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/adctO7sEAj8/s200/india.bmp" width="160" /></a></div><span style="color: #4c1130;">It’s a saying that ‘in order to motivate other people, you first have to be motivated yourself!’ and well, that makes a lot of sense, doesn’t it? The urge to motivate, inspire, influence, convince, persuade and make believe, everything arises from a sense of expectation. Expect to change. To see a better world, better tomorrow! <br />
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India! The land of miracles! A country, so rich in culture, diversity and faith! A nation that is fighting day and night, inside and outside, to stand on its feet, after being ruled by the British for 200 years! India, that gives every Indian, at least a hundred reasons, to be proud of their country! But, are you, really? If the answer is yes, with no doubts at all, it means you hold a positive nerve and a sense of belief. It means you have faith, that in spite of all the loopholes, the country is holding on to itself, and moving on with faith. You are empowered to influence people around you, with the same. Patriotism comes from this power!<br />
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And unfortunately, if you feel that your answer is no, take a minute to think why? <br />
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Have you ever felt low about yourself? And how did that happen? You criticize yourself a lot? Or you think you are not competent enough? Or your partner thinks nothing can make you look better? Or your boss thinks no matter how hard you try, you can’t become efficient enough? Or your coach says you can never match up and compete with the rest of the contestants? <br />
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Time up! Lack of confidence, over-criticism, under-estimation, not only they make you lose faith in yourself, but also your country. Yes, it's yet another 'feel pride in being an Indian' attempt. <br />
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India is huge! It is very obvious that it will carry a lot of electrons!(negatively charged particles) A nation is made by its citizens, the people. And people work, when they are motivated, when they are told good things. So first, think positive, say positive. And tell your friends why they should be proud, tell people not to give up on India! They say ‘no’, you argue ‘yes’! Patriotism is a power. Use it! As it was once said “India works! The people make it work!” (Wink)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-18382942091965544262010-03-22T10:48:00.000-07:002010-09-27T08:58:58.960-07:00Strength of the skies!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKC_Bn03HxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1zYn2zT6U0g/s1600/sky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKC_Bn03HxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1zYn2zT6U0g/s200/sky.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="color: #4c1130;">Eve,you were there.I am here.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">The mankind is to you.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Oh Mother Mary!Bless me.You are my school. You are holy.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Protect me my sister. My best friend.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">My child,my daughter,I am proud of you.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Your smile is the answer. Sunshine!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">That frown is a question.Worried you are.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">My ‘Kaali’.The destroyer of evil.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">That love you give my ‘Savitri’,I am hungry!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">My Mother Teresa.Peace!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">The joy.Spread elementary.</span></div><span style="color: #4c1130;">End this world Shiva’s eye!</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">‘Draupadi’you laugh.’Mahabharat’ betide.</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">‘Ram’ wants you.’Raavan’ wants you.</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">You are a queen..’Manikarnika’ you are.</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">You sway.You glide.</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">Oh woman!The earth.You are the sky!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-39053110194557897972010-02-09T05:30:00.000-08:002010-09-27T10:56:30.912-07:00Let's try!<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDawJGowJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wQcytWOv2CU/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDawJGowJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wQcytWOv2CU/s200/21.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="color: #4c1130;">Everybody dreams of their perfect future.A successful life,huge bungalow,luxury cars,healthy family and to add to that perfection - a pet. Obviously like everybody else,I dream of the same.But to add to my perfect future,I have always wanted that perfect animal to be my pet - Great,Gracious and Gorgeous : Tiger! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Yes! A Royal Bengal tiger in my 'Oh! So pretty farm-house' shall complete my idea of perfect future! And I'm not just cooking it up.I'm sure of what I'm saying and I'm sure its not impossible.BUT! the insecurity that these beautiful creatures are in,I see a possibility that it might become very difficult.Imperiled,these species are,and as everybody probably already knows that from around 40,000 at the turn of the last century, there are just 1,411 tigers left in India! I have many years in hand to achieve this dream.But will they be available at all by that time?! The scarcity is increasing,and its scary.If we don’t act now, we could lose this part of our heritage forever!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Tiger is our national animal.They are astoundingly beautiful!It is every Indian's duty to do every little bit to save them from extinction.Do you know Asia is most responsible for this wildlife being in danger?! China trades all animal skins at a large scale,Malaysian Islamic party has given out 'shoot at sight' orders,the huge cat is a 'yummy delicacy' in many parts of the continent and also the world,and there are many more cases.But it is time we wake up!It is bootless having it as our national animal if we together can't save it.It's significance can't be taken for granted!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Tigers are disappearing for several reasons: </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Destruction of habitat : Stop deforestation! </span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">Poaching : Stop smuggling! </span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">Disappearance of animals tigers prey on : We all need food for life!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Why do we need to save them?! Tigers are important for many reasons:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">They are at the top of the food chain of large ecosystems,and thus if they disappear,the whole ecosystem,with all it's plants and animals and even the people who are dependant on them,is put in jeopardy!</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">The cat has been a vibrant part of human cultural,religious and social history.</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">Do we really need reasons to save such a gorgeous piece of wildlife?!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">They say 'the first step towards change is awareness'.This post is only posted with an intention to spread some awareness and contribute my bit,as any tiny contribution will make a little difference.I want my dream to come true one fine day.And the day shall come.Let's try!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Reference majorly taken from http://www.forevertigers.com/ and http://www.saveourtigers.com/ .</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-24818940396596385352008-12-14T03:08:00.000-08:002010-09-27T09:54:49.011-07:00Inked for life!!<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDMIMzka1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pUN565nDFOE/s1600/200px-1onkar_Blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDMIMzka1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pUN565nDFOE/s200/200px-1onkar_Blue.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><span style="color: #4c1130;">5Th October,2008.The day i marked myself with the name of God.I marked myself with a strong belief.I had always wanted a tattoo and i always knew what i wanted.'Ek Omkar' is a Sikh symbolic which means 'God is one'.Yes! it might sound strange to my friends who did not know i was so religious.But,Ek Omkar to me means more than just a religious symbol.It is not only about going to gurudwaras and reading holy books.Look around and you'll notice.All your friends worship different Gods.They go to temples,mosques,churches and of course you've been there with them.You follow what they do there and with equal respect and faith.This is oneness in God and you know you believe in the same.</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">Well,my post is not about what Ek Omkar really means,but to express my view on what people think of tattoos and especially religious ones.I hope it doesn't sound blasphemous.According to what i have read on the Internet,getting a religious tattoo is an act against the preachings of our Gods.Sikhism is about growing inner faith for God and showing it off through a tattoo is completely going against it.According to what i think,Sikhism is definitely about growing inner faith for God but a tattoo is a conviction.If they say it is not to be 'shown off',then why are there obvious restrictions for the people of the community.Flaunting of chains,belts,bracelets and more accessories has never been given such a thought,so what's wrong with a tattoo?!A person goes through all the pain to be marked with His name and people protest against it.Mandira Bedi happens to have the same tattoo like mine and she had to officially apologise to the Sikh authority for sporting it on the back.Her apology was accepted because the letter said that she has the tattoo simply because she is proud to be a Sikh.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">The bible warns us against tattoos.It says "ye shall not make any cuttings in the flesh for the dead,nor print or tattoo any marks upon you:I am the Lord".It says that one must not do anything to modify or change what our God gave us.Well, i guess hair is something which is given by our Gods,how come we cut hair?!how come we cut our nails?! Stupid,what i am saying might sound,but logical!I respect the bible and the Lord and my tattoo says 'God is one'!</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">A tattoo is no mistake and I am proud of mine.People have different perceptions and accept things in different ways.But,the point is,they need to accept!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-87304450363094044942008-09-15T05:49:00.000-07:002010-09-27T09:56:20.954-07:00The right track<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDMp0GoXJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BmLWfnl7W9Q/s1600/chani123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDMp0GoXJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BmLWfnl7W9Q/s200/chani123.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="color: #4c1130;">OK!..it's been a year!!that's right.one whole year since i have been writing.to start with,i would just like to say,for all those who have made this blog a success for me-the visitors,the readers and my friends,who just read it because i asked them to,thank you! if you have read my first post 'astrology-makes you or breaks you?!?!',then only,will you understand this one.so please,check out my first post and then come back to this one!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">right!since you know what has happened a year back and what exactly was my,as they call it,'state of mind',this post could be taken as a sequel to the first one.but,i want to clear this to everybody,i am neither writing about astrology nor about my dad.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">the year taught me a lot! i won't be saying that it was JIMS,but,it was surely my friends,my seniors and a few,i repeat,a few of my teachers who made me realise that probably i am not half as bad for mass communication,media and journalism.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">in the beginning,i was very confused.so many questions in my mind-what am i doing here?!,why?!,what am i going to do?!,what about fashion?!,blah blah blah.....and of course,no answer! i was attending college just to experience a 'regular college life'.made some really good friends and was having fun with them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">i soon noticed my writing skill.won't say its the best,but i was always appreciated.one of the examples could be this very blog! in college,wrote a lot of of reports,press releases,quotes,articles etc. for a lot of events.i realised that i like to write and people like it when i do.i thought,maybe that's what has brought me here.i started taking print media as a serious career option.but,i don't know if i still do!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">one fine day,my seniors announced that they are starting a student's theatre group.classes will be held every weekend,decent timings and will practice one play at a time.well,i thought it will be nice to come out of the house every weekend and do something i have always enjoyed doing-'nautanki!'.it seemed like a nice activity to do every weekend,so i was game for it.we,a group of 20 something people called The Creative Factory,used to meet at Father Agnel's School and practice.we had our voice modulation sessions,scream out,whisper,laugh,cry,etc. etc. and we practiced and almost completed one of the most talked about plays in the industry 'jis lahore nai vekhya,oh jamiya hi nai',by safdar hashmi.i was,since then,tagged as Hameeda Begum,one of the crucial characters of the play.got a lot of appreciations for that as well.soon,we did a lot of work professionally.street plays for Hindustan Times-i love Delhi carnival was the biggest achievement of all,which brought in popularity and success! it was a great feeling when people came to us after every show and congratulated us.i remember how people read the timings in the newspaper and showed up before time.some asked us to do it again and some said "you guys are great,i watched all your shows today!".all our collars up!we did a lot in college as well.The Creative Factory became a success! and now i can proudly say that i am a government recognised theatre artist(by the ministry of information and broadcasting).all this made me think 'how about theatre?!?!'.though,i am still crazy about it,but,making it a profession...i don't know.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">my friends and seniors made a lot of movies and i became a part of them as well.since i enjoy acting,i,along with my friends,worked really hard.hence,siyah khoobsurati and parasite were really appreciated.also,intersecting lines,our next project has been shot successfully and will be soon premiered in college once edited.a few friends of mine want me to consider acting seriously and do something about it.but,again,how serious am i?!?!...i don't know.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">i am always surrounded by aspiring directors,writers and editors.so,it has encouraged me to innovate new ideas.and since,my brain has an active thought process,i have written down certain concepts into scripts.i plan to make these scripts into short films by putting in some effort of direction.i won't say "i am appreciated" this time (lol) because i have not yet taken any step further,neither have i discussed it with anybody.though,i will soon.but,is direction or scripting my potential career?!?!...i don't know. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">so,it's been a year.2 years are still to go.i still have a lot to experience and learn.i am happy.i am enjoying.i am content.but,the decision made,a year back-how well is that going?!?!...i don't know.so many questions in my mind-what am i doing here?!,why?!,what am i going to do?! blah blah blah.....but,i know i am on the right track because the question 'what about fashion?!',just doesn't exist!if you don't understand what it means...it means i have no regrets and that's what matters!!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-40820556362253276032008-06-16T09:48:00.000-07:002010-09-27T10:30:06.276-07:00An ode<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDUfjONjHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xxWP8yr-HPM/s1600/ashar.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/TKDUfjONjHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xxWP8yr-HPM/s200/ashar.JPG" width="148" /></a><span style="color: #4c1130;">it takes time to know people better and make friends.</span></div><span style="color: #4c1130;">Friends so truthful,friends so helpful,</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">friends who appreciate,who criticise,</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">friends who make you laugh and they are always there-</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">new in college,we all were.a lot of communication gaps,attitude,misunderstandings,differences and distances.it was only possible for all of us to be together,if we worked together.i did manage to make some good friends but i was more thankful to The Creative Factory to happen.it was great to know that some of my classmates shared the same interests as i did.theme plays,stage shows,street theatre and movies,we all worked together and shared a lot of experience.if we worked fr 5 hours,it was a must for us to chill out for at least 2 hours!this was actually the time for us to bond with each other.and this was the time when i realised,or shall i say we realised,that not only was he a talent,but also a great guy!</span></div><span style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">during the practice sessions of one of our first plays,we realised,though given just a couple of lines to speak,he always did a great job!he was one of the funniest guys in our comic act 'gawahi'.very interactive and talented in street theatre.made some really good movies(proud to be one of his first actors),but more than anything else,it was always wonderful to have him around.a pure heart,principles,a great sense of humour,a positive approach towards life-he had it all!</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">he was one of those few who always used to appreciate my work and also...criticise.he shared some of his future plans with me.i still remember our 'khayali pulao pakao' sessions where we used to think and discuss our acting and directorial plans.he had certain principles in life that made him the guy he was.if you take a look at his orkut profile,it still says-'mujhe dosti karna pasand hai...dosto se,matlabio se nahi'.A bit filmy,and may be that's the reason we thought he would be a success in the industry one day!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">31st may,2008.i was at a nearby market place with family when i came to know about what happened.two of my classmates lost their lives in a train accident.an accident we all could have never imagined of.the two were cut by a train on the tracks right behind the dhaba where we all shared some of the most funnest times together.i didn't know Manish that well personally,though i feel equally sad and sorry,but Ashar-i dedicate this post to him.he was a very talented actor,director,editor...but above all,an amazing person.i am glad that i came across such a guy and made him my friend.miss you Ashar! </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">If you<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/RzxxtGR247I/AAAAAAAAAAc/WmiftsIRfvU/s1600-h/73020640.jpg"></a> are a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Delhiite</span>,then you will very well understand this post.You must have very well understood(by the headline)-what made me and why,write this as I am sure everybody must be having something to say regarding the trend of killing made by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blueline</span> buses.First,what's making me write this?As I said,everybody,for sure,must be having some comment or thought over this subject and I think its best to convey it this way.Secondly,why?Because I am the public,I am the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blueline</span> user and I am one of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">responsibles!</span></span><br />
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</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Blueline</span>!What comes to your mind when I say <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">blueline</span>?Media and the public gave it many names-killer,killer on wheels,brutal murderer,blood line,strikers and many.A few days ago,everybody knows,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">blueline</span> made a schoolboy its 100<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Th</span> victim of the year.100<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Th</span> victim!!!And a day after that,the series continued.Such drivers,irresponsible and insensitive.Irresponsible for how and the way they drive,always in a hush and breaking traffic rules is what their chart says.Insensitive for the way they react after striking.They know they are in a BIG trouble!Runaway shamelessly,leaving victims helpless.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">It is,undoubtedly,<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">necessary</span> for all such drivers to be taken under consideration,but by whom?The government?Why not?But then,whats wrong?Why hasn't any action been taken against people responsible?They say <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">blueline</span> is one of the greatest strength of the ruling party.Is that the reason?If so,we should rather be shameful than being sorry.<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Destructing</span> human lives is one of the biggest criminal activities that can be done on this earth,but when I read such a much-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">repetitive</span> news on the newspapers,one thing surely comes in my mind-ain't the government aware of it?Are they not reading the newspapers?<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Of course</span> they are!And they are taking certain steps,but not sufficient and neither satisfying.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Bluelines</span> must permanently be forced to leave the roads of Delhi.The drivers must be given new employment opportunities and jobs but driving,as their skills have already been tested and they are continuing to fail.Why only <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">bluelines</span>?Is it because the drivers know that they have a back-up from the ruling party?Or is it just a mere co-incidence!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<div align="justify"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">All talked about these drivers,lets talk about the public.What happens to the people sitting inside a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">blueline</span> when one strikes?It is very important for us to speak up as we witness the panoramic.But we don't really do so.Why there are no FRIs or any statement is not given by the witnesses,as they have all the required details about the driver and the bus?I think most of the people who use these buses as their only mode to commute are in a fear that once these buses are banned,it could be the worst thing for them.If we see an undesirable act,we must speak against it.Realise that we could be next!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">There are times,<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">in fact</span> most of the times the public is responsible for it.I don't understand,why hang on the doors and stairs of these buses?Why even think of getting on such jam-packed buses?Keeping our own lives on stake and later make our close-ones crib and complain,certainly makes no sense!I was waiting for my college's charted bus on the bus stop when I saw four schoolboys standing right next to me,waiting for their bus.Their bus came(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">blueline</span>),and it waited for a while there,as these buses generally don't tend to move ahead till the time they collect maximum passengers!Anyway,the bus started,people rushed into the bus,but the four were still waiting,don't know for what.When the bus moved and got a little away from the boys,I noticed them saying"go"and rush to catch the bus!I couldn't believe my eyes.I wondered,what in this world possibly makes such people complain that it's all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">blueline's</span> fault?</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-56107771596809216662007-09-28T06:55:00.000-07:002011-02-01T23:55:50.554-08:00Love dont cost a thing!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/SKRtLR8GoxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BN555qZ5cJk/s1600-h/Love-&-Money.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234428707472843538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/SKRtLR8GoxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BN555qZ5cJk/s200/Love-%26-Money.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></span></a><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">i love the guy i am in love with<br />
he understands me,he cares me<br />
they say love don't cost a thing<br />
then how come it does<br />
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he says what u want,i'll get you whatever<br />
i said i just need the love,that you already giving me<br />
my love don't cost a thing<br />
he said i don't agree,it so does<br />
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i couldn't understand,confused<br />
he said wait..let me tell you<br />
your love costs me many things<br />
let me tell you..how it does<br />
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he took a tissue paper,sitting in the cafe<br />
writing and saying "flowers and chocolates in every meeting for you<br />
and if they are absent..its hard to see your face<br />
thrice a month movies,once a month five star food<br />
you say your love don't cost a thing<br />
but other than these...nothing sooths your mood<br />
lets not forget,i call you every night<br />
you don't want me to hang up,till early morning<br />
and if i don't agree,you just wanna start a fight<br />
i pick you almost everyday from your place<br />
you just don't realise that my car drinks petrol<br />
instead of all,you want me to drop you <br />
sitting in the cafe,sipping and eating..oh baby you<br />
you just don't know how much that coffee will cost me<br />
but still looking into my eyes<br />
you say my love don't cost a thing!"<br />
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me,sitting just the way i was<br />
embarrassed,upset,angry,guilty,agreeing yet smiling<br />
wow!..oh boy you made me think!<br />
i don't know whether you want me to pay from now<br />
or what is it that made you say,whatever it was<br />
all i know is that my love is unconditional<br />
you-such a materialist!..but my love don't cost a thing</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">all you gave me is sleepless nights</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">and fear of losing you,day by day</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">but i never thought you would take things the other way!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">your male ego hurts... never let me<br />
pay or drive or call,now if you want me,<br />
imagine,getting you chocolates and flowers!<br />
is it all that matters to you,cant you see my love<br />
now i know,my love don't cost a thing<br />
but you my baby,were never in love!</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549334565827111394.post-21305925040712688122007-09-13T05:46:00.000-07:002011-02-01T23:56:17.043-08:00astrology-makes you or breaks you??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/SKRuHsIMqCI/AAAAAAAAADE/QfC7nXQg3nM/s1600-h/horoscope-lady-copyright1.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234429745295042594" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv_wm4lyZhc/SKRuHsIMqCI/AAAAAAAAADE/QfC7nXQg3nM/s200/horoscope-lady-copyright1.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></span></a><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit;">If we open The Oxford dictionary,the word astrology is explained as the study of positions and movement of the stars and planets and the way that some people believe they affect people and events.This is just a definition which does explain astrology,but in the last 5 months I realised that astrology is much more than what the dictionary explains.It is one thing that if you indulge in,might make you or break you.but what I have gone through,I might not be very sure about the statement 'makes you or breaks you'.The right way I should put it is 'makes you or breaks you?'.I never really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">believed</span> in stars,planets,astrology,etc.and i am not sure if i still do.So whats <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">making</span> me write this?The reason behind me writing a post(note:-my first post)on astrology is perhaps my dad and his belief in astrology.No,I am not trying to write anything against my father's belief,instead I am thinking whether the decisions made under the influence of an astrologer take you to the right track or not?even when you are not sure about it.<br />
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Since the 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Th</span></span> grade,when kids are actually kids and have no idea of what they want from life or what life wants from them,I am sure I knew of what I wanted from my life and what I wanted to be.I always knew I wanted to do fashion designing and that too from the best-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">NIFT</span></span>(National Institute of Fashion Design).Still I think of it,being a student of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">NIFT</span></span>(wow!).My dad from the very first day was not too sure about it,but he never stopped me from doing something that I always wanted to do.So I did my 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Th</span></span>,got the form,took classes(from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">IMS</span></span>,again the best),gave the examination and even got selected for the second level.What could have made me more proud?!I heard that once cleared the first level,admission's not too difficult.I did not really prepare for the second level as I was not too sure of what it actually was.Anyhow,gave it but unfortunately,could not clear.Unfortunately.The reason why I am laying emphasis on this word is the reason why I am writing this post.The same happened when I gave my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">entrance</span> for the Pearl Institute of Fashion,I could not clear the second level.<br />
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It was now time for my dad to finally react.As he believes in astrology,asked me to consult an astrologer.The first thing I asked myself and my dad was"why?".And I am still not sure if I have got the answer.Anyway,we consulted an astrologer.According to my '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kundali</span></span>',as the astrologer said,fashion design or anything related to it,is not meant for me.My reaction-'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">WTF</span></span>?what is he saying?'.Believing my art of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">good</span> sketching and sense of fashion(hope not sounding pompous) and the appreciations I usually get,the astrologer did not make sense to me at all.He also said law or administrative jobs would do good for me,or I could say-I would do good in these.Again,how is that possible?being not too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">argumentative</span> and loud,what makes him say that?Me,a lawyer,no way!My dad was quite surprised too and I thought consulting does not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">necessarily</span> mean following,but within a day or two,while I was thinking and making preferences for some good fashion schools,my dad consulted <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">at least</span> two more astrologers!And to my surprise and bad luck,they suggested the same as the first astrologer did.<br />
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There was no chance I could escape out of it now,especially with my dad,who can quite easily believe to what one astrologer says,there was no point I could make him believe that I can do well in the fashion industry,after consulting 3.I never wanted to read those heavy and boring books,but I could not help my dad understand that.But with the help of my elder sister,who has worked as a consultant with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Chopra's</span>,I managed to make my dad understand and agree that PR i.e.public relations could be a good administrative job,a white collar job.But my idea was not actually to study and do PR,but was to do mass communication where there is not much of a need to study hard and read heavy books.Well,this is what I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">initially</span> thought.Hence,Bachelor of Mass Communication(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">BMC</span></span>),<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">JIMS</span></span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Jagannath</span></span> Institute of Management Sciences.My dad's belief in astrology has changed my path completely.Its hardly been two months since I have joined and I have already started to participate and take interest(a little though) in the course.But there is a little part of me that always thinks-what if I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">doing</span> fashion?Something that I would have really enjoyed doin,infact loved it.That is the reason why I am still thinking whether astrology makes you or breaks you?I think being a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">BMC</span></span> student and a habitual of report writing of almost everything you go through daily,has made me write my first ever blog!The question remains and I think the answer will only be known after three years of this course,astrology makes you or breaks you?</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9