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Thought Works!

In Dil Se on September 11, 2011 at 10:55 pm

How the Thoughts work?

Right here where I am sitting with my laptop trying to think and write, there is a song being played by roommates having a drink party in another room. Someone is playing counter strike. A death match! With sounds of continuous firing of sniper gun, AK47 and One or two occasional shots of Desert Eagle. Bands and dhols playing with Ganesh Visarjan procession. A strong smell of rice being cooked and whistle of pressure cooker appears from nowhere. Eyes strain and try to concentrate and oscillate between screen and keyboard now and then. And in all this commotion I want to desperately write about how my thoughts work to realise and be born on paper.

Open Your Mind

Open Your Mind

Thoughts are distracting; thoughts are clumsy, raw, crude form of mind. They wander like wind in the open field, like a bird in the sky. If the mind settles on something they are swept away like a dead leaf by weakest gust of air. They are uncontrolled, unretractable, unrealistic. There is nothing as volatile as a thought and nothing as free and independent as a mind which creates them.

Brain here has a great job to do. It has to regularise these raw thoughts, bring them in unison and put them on paper through the determined motion of hand and fingers. Cross check that which has come up on paper is really what the mind and thoughts are working on to be. Is it grammatically right, socially acceptable and to the point.

Sometimes it is not, sometimes it absolutely is. But then I wonder how this process goes on, how my brain can perceive, predict and produce what these wandering thoughts may have to say? What is really am ‘I’ thinking?

Consider an emotional issue or an incident that shook your brains out, something very close to your heart and you have to make an opinion about it. What happens? The brain gets confused, lots and lots of thoughts start ringing in your head. Different perceptions and possibilities start to sprout in head. Your emotions, experiences, faiths, believes try to obscure the mind. There is a chaos in seconds; the brain explodes with this mayhem. Brain doesn’t know how to come to one opinion, how to ‘Organise’ thoughts!

In such situations I try to call an assembly of thoughts (it sounds weird but yeah, that’s what I am). All thoughts are given a chance to say what they want to say. The ‘I’ (which is the boss thought) try to listen to thoughts without any prejudice or any bias. The ‘I’ will listen to all possible facets and perceptions. The less likely and silent thoughts are also given a chance to say and put forward their case; they are encouraged to think out of the box. Then the ‘I’ weighs them by trying to be unattached, emotionless about the situation. Though the entire thinking process is too long and too bureaucratic it helps in some trivial and confusing issues where emotions can easily stray away the brain from the absolute position.

The opinion so form is usually most balanced one. Thinking through the emotions and other distractions without being affected by them is hardly possible.  Still stability of mind if consciously maintained may give an opinion which is justifiable in every aspect. It may not be a true opinion and you may not completely believe it but if your mind and brain believes in it, Then yes it’s the best you can get!

 The thoughts stray, the mind wanders but the brain which controls them is in your power. Emotions, Prejudices, Believes, Faiths and Trusts may affect your thoughts. Bodily senses may confuse your brain. But then thoughts have to converge and form opinions, opinions have to convince the brain, and then brain has to find words and express itself to the paper.

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I stray away from the topic a lot of times, cannot keep hold of the thoughts, but then that’s what I’m working on. I want to put my thoughts and words in order. I want them to build in to a logical story a meaningful monologues presentation. It’s hard, It’s tiresome. But I am not a professional; Only inspiration that drives me to do this is my will to produce it. To do this. And that is what matters most to me. I’ll keep on writing; I’ll keep on scribbling as long as the coal in my thought doesn’t shine like diamond through my words.

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Beauty & Brain

In Dil Se on August 29, 2011 at 3:39 pm

These two words are mostly considered as oxymoron when used for girls. A beautiful girl is mostly assumed to be a dumb and we don’t expect any visual delight from a girl talking sci-fi stuff. A girl with beauty and brain is as rare as a hair over Sehwag’s head. Even if a damsel is one of this kind she becomes too manly to be called as a girl. No wonder there are more blonde jokes than nerdy humors.

But for some people size of bra-in matters more than size of bra. A girl quoting Gandalf is considered hotter than a girl with beach blonde hair. If a girl sends a torrent link on FB then these people are instantly in love with her. They don’t bother about how she looks or dresses or even if she takes a bath every day or not. What matters more is how she can be a pain in ass to your nerdy, self declared Tech-savy friend. They want this girl in their life, They can fantasize to fuck her brains out than to get a free entry to playboy Mansion. for them hotness does not matter as long as she beats you in a game of Scrabble.

The madness over a brainy girl is justifiable. Beauty fades with time but intelligence is refined with age. A person who understands your intellectual and emotional needs gives the greatest pleasure on earth, ‘The Peace of mind’. Imagine the one of your girl friends to whom you can forward a ‘TED’ link and discuss it for hours over the phone or another who is discussing sex and the city and bitching about it’s characters! What will you prefer?

I think society has great contribution in making a beautiful girl dumb. Signs of a girl’s sexual attractiveness gets visible as soon as her t-shirt starts to leave contact of her stomach, and drop freely from her prominent feminine curls. Many hungry male eyeballs stare at her irrespective of her age or relation. More good looking a girl is more she has to face these lolling men. As she grows older she realizes that Men can be slaved by feminine grace and beauty. She tries to preserve her beauty, try to enhance it, she envies anyone who is more popular or beautiful, all her intelligence and brain power works for one goal. Be more popular, more beautiful and get more men to follow her.

Now when so many people are following her, looking up to her owing to her beauty and popularity. A beautiful girl becomes more conscious about her social status and social appearance. She becomes self centered and self pampering. Studies and intellectual upbringing takes a back seat, beauty and fashion takes preference. Adoring parents, over complementing peers and drooling members of society does not let them to learn and live the life hard way. They are always there when she needs any help.Catch her even before she falls.

Dumbness grows and develops like this in early teenage, It becomes prominent when nerdy geeks (males and females alike) make it an issue to overshadow the beauty and defame her. A not so beautiful girl (because of her girly instincts) actually envies her beauty and emotionally harass her. As the time ticks years away things change and life becomes hard, she tries to keep and hold her beauty, her youth and charm. Botox, creams and cosmetic surgeons earn from this helpless struggle. And then when life starts to fall apart, boobs hang and tummy slackens these girl meet their worst fear. “Loneliness”. The depression comes along and finally mental illness.

May be what I am saying here is a bit drastic, little unrealistic and too much dramatic. But look around, see and observe. Why a guy or girl becomes or acts dumb? Why there is more probability of finding a good looking guy or girl dumb? What makes them so ignorant and so negligent about some things so trivial and so obvious? How can you make yourself a bit more presentable and acceptable among your geeky friends? How your over pampered child can sustain the race of higher education? How it can save itself from witty harassment?

I don’t know how many will read this and out of them how many will agree to me. May be I am wrong or may be I think too much. But what ever it is this is what I feel and Writing that matter the most to me!

A Rat Story

In Story on August 25, 2011 at 2:36 pm

In a land far far near to us there was a rat-colony. 1 billion rats in a very big farm. The farm was huge. The farmer was an intelligent guy. He diversified his production. Someplace he planted cash crops and somewhere food grains. The rats would live in his farm. They had borders and limit just like a big country. Depending upon the availability of the resources to the rats they had chosen their occupation. Some rats were trading cash crops and getting rich, some were harvesting and storing food grains. Merchant rats would buy food from one area and sell it to the commercial area. Rats who were into trading and living in cash rich areas became educated. They learned the tricks of trade and knew that money rules. On the other hand food harvesting rats were uneducated, they were working hard and long but were not paid enough to get better schooling or any awareness like the rich rats. Their standard of living was drowning, less money meant less facilities for them, which in turn meant more hard work and lesser intellectual growth.

Farmer was living in a developing country. He had to produce more food to satisfy hunger of his countrymen. So he planted more grains and paddy. The cash crops were small but his profit margin was higher from them. Farmer would give all facilities and his earnest attention towards the cash crops. These blessings from farmer meant good business for trading rats but that also meant only few among 1 billion to be benefited. Majority rats who were harvesting and storing food were uneducated, living in adverse conditions and working hard but earning very less.

Rich rats would take advantage of this. They would exploit these poor ones and build there empire, they would grow rich and intelligent, while poor one would grow poor and stay ignorant. Owing to their near foolish ignorance they were manipulated by rich and powerful ones, making the exploitation and injustice more prominent than ever. The economical barrier between the rats was increasing and farm harmony was becoming unstable.

In the mean time farmer’s developing country progressed. He started producing more cash crops, which in turn caused more rats to go into trading and become educated and more intelligent. The Neo-Rich rats understood the anarchy and started demonstrating against it. They demanded and eventually established a system which would keep the rich rats in reins of Bureauc-rats. Bureauc-rats were the ultimate authority. They were chosen from rats and were representatives of their race or area. They had power bestowed upon them by their followers, their merciers, they would use that power to keep the rich in control as well as maintaining their authority among their followers. The Bureauc-rats were now means of exploiting the rich as well as the poor.

But they had to pay price for that. Being the rulers of and elected from Democ-rats, these Bureauc-rats had to satisfy them, control them and sometimes even crush them to keep them under their power. The money required for doing so would come from Rich-rats which in turn will obtain from poor-rats. The cycle of exploitation and power hunger grew so much so more that it trembled and unsettled the minds of few other neo-educated rats.

They observed that the Bureauc-rats, whom they believed to be honest and protectors from exploitation by rich rats, have turned their back. They are now just earning money from rich and using it to stay in power. Bureauc-rats are unmoved by any force or any pressure from Democ-rats, they were just exploiting rich and poor alike. But neo-educated rats were helpless, they could not move an inch towards Bureauc-rats to harm them or even touch them cause the system by which the farm operated itself was entirely corrupt.

Harvesting rats were too poor or too ignorant to know anything about their exploitation, They used to consider their representative chosen on the basis race, area, language or dynasty as their leader and do whatever they can to put him in power and make him a Democ-rat. The Democ-rat so chosen when elected into ruling party, and becoming part of the ruling committee would then become a Bureauc-rat. The Bureauc-rat has to maintain his position. He would do that buy satisfying his loyal rats. As a natural tendency he would prefer  rats of his race, his area, his language. He would keep them satisfied or keep them horrified to stay in power. He may use any illicit method to obtain what he wanted the most, the power.

The young rats who saw all this and learned knew one thing, The power will come from money. Doesn’t matter if you are earning it from right way or wrong. They started paying bribes and asking for black money. No one cared for law or the government. Big trading companies would literally buy the Bureauc-rats and keep them in their service who in turn guaranteed Bureauc-rats the power. Each rat was bribing and the whole system was a mess.

The farmer was fed up of so many rats in his farm. He called up a sage to get rid of this rat menace. The sage has power to read animal behavior and understand their doings. He saw the Rat system. He saw how some intelligent rats are already fleeing to other farms where there is more security and a better standard of living. How some harvesting rats are committing suicide succumbing under the anarchy of middle rats. How the inflation is leaving rats hungry and kids dying. How Other field rats are attacking them and looting their hard earned food. How there is hell everywhere.

The sage went back to the farmer. He said that the devil of corruption has already infected the rats, they will no longer live in your farm. You don’t have to move a finger against them to kill and drive them away from your farm. They have already moved to path of their extinction and sooner or later you will get rid of them. And they themselves will be there to blame.

A Day Like Today

In Dil Se on June 7, 2011 at 11:16 am

Good Morning

A day in everyday life when you wake up and you find whole universe is greeting you Good Morning. Bright sun welcomes with pleasant warmth after several cloudy days. Beautiful cold breeze wakes you up and takes all your exhaustion away. Fresh smell of sweet rain and a hot cup of tea gives perfect start to one of the most pleasant day in your life.

On a day like that you feel so alive, feel so fresh that getting up and getting ready is a celebration in itself. Fresh cloths ironed look and fit best.Your awesome hair feel soft and silky, your glowing skin just greets you and congratulates you from the mirror. Your own smile makes you smile more. You feel like a school kid who is on his first day to school eager to meet his pals and all the fun of the day.

On a day like that everything goes smooth, the traffic is no problem, The radio plays awesome numbers. No honking no yelling everyone smiles out of the mirror as you merrily wave them from the car. What a bright shiny awesome pretty this day becomes.

As you reach work you find yourself so relaxed and the work becomes so easy that you can actually find time to read awesome things or even write some blog posts. The boss is cool and relaxed. He actually shows you photo of his kid winning the soccer tournament and invites you for a small celebration at his place. The cherry on top boss leaves early for the preparation of that party.

You take this opportunity to catch up with colleagues and go out for a lunch. You have a nice time in this bright day. Fun and happiness fill the entire universe. Its an awesome day turns out to be more fun than you ever think of.

You get early to home, buy a nice cap for Boss’ son, get ready and humming merry tune of old song you reach at boss’ place. The place looks different. All the sad colleagues from office are casually chatting with each other, looking happy and joyous. You feel like the happiness you observed the whole day was universal and has affected all your colleagues too.

You congratulate your boss give the cap to the young boy. Grab your drink and settle down in a couch enjoying the joy all around. And then to your surprise the pretty HR girl comes and sits next to you. You hit the string and both end up spending entire evening in each others company. That great day gives you more than just the phone number of this pretty lady and a next date for some more fun.

As you settle down in your bed, gazing artificial stars stuck on your ceiling. You think to yourself what a pretty day it was. You close your eyes into the dreams. Humming to yourself the song that perfectly suits this day…..

On a day like today
The whole world could change

-Bryan Adams

Oh My God!! Its Raining!!

In Dil Se on June 6, 2011 at 8:23 pm

Rain

The emotions behind this expression can be anything. It can be a romantically excited sigh of young love birds. Joyful scream of a football crazy lad. Irritated curse of a hurrying house woman running towards cloth drying line or a surprised expression out of a young man dressed in office formals caught by unannounced rain on his way to work.

Rain brings mixed feeling to the world. From a joyous celebration of new life to a choked gutters of old sewer lines. Every one acknowledges the rain. It does not come in stealth mode like winter nor it comes in full bloom like summer. It comes like a long distant relative, who arrives undeclared but brings joy to the family. For me the meaning of its arrival has changed since when I was a little kid. Every rainy Monsoon is new for me. More like a start of all new life every year.

When I was a little kid I used to embrace the first rain at my grandpa’s house. The old house was in typical Indian village. We cousins used to gather there for our summer vacations. It had a huge front yard with a cow shed, few Mango trees, a Banyan tree, A huge pile of hay for cattle, a small servant quarter, a well and a big farm just beyond the bushy fence. We used to play there day and night through out the summer. But then On one fine day hot summer weather will start to change. Black clouds will gather and big thunderous lightening will brighten the whole world. Every thing will go air bound in minutes. Girls would scream and run inside the house. Boys will remain outside as if to fight the storm out. We would jump on the hay pile, blow the leaves into the air with our hand. The whole world used to look like into a marry dance to welcome the annual guest of Nature, The Monsoon. After the thunderous announcement first rain would finally arrive. Sheets of water droplets from heaven with strong Geosmin would fall on earth. Everything used to get drenched in the first shower. Grandpa would join us kids into the rain along with the whole family. The first rain is believed to be holy. Getting drenched in it will remove all your illness and make you ready for yet another year. The first rain dance of the season was more than just a joy for a little kid in me.

As I grew older and started going to school arrival of June changed its meaning. The scent of first drop on soil used to bring along the scent of new school uniform and new books. Schools used to reopen just after the first rain. All the joy of carefree and boundless summer fun used to go into tight schedule of school and homework. The wet raincoats in class rooms, muddy shoes and soiled cloths would dampen the summer fun. Occasional offs due to heavy rain and a game or two of football in knee deep mud was part of rare Monsoon fun in those days. Bicycle rides through the mud on way to school, scoldings of teachers and mother alike for unnecessary getting the uniform spoiled, Hot chocolate milk and Halwa on catching the mandatory cold. Warm blanket, an awesome book and rocking chair with drizzle of rain on a compulsory sick off owing to the cold still brings warmth in my heart. The Monsoon memories of my teenage are still warm like hot chicken soup in my soul.

College Monsoons were no different from the school days, except the muddy cycle rides were exchanged with long bike drives, football volleyball games were frequent on college’s lush green ground. Bhutta, Sutta, Chai and Samosa would warm the cold shivering days. Long drives into the chilly hills with someone special for the first kiss, Unforgettable moments of taking hands in hand and smelling those intoxicating wet hair drenched in the rain for the first time, feeling that warmth trickling down from her lips into your heart. The passion of first love, the excitement, the shivers and then blaming each other for cold and fever that resulted from the brief encounter in the rain. That’s how rain brought romance in my crazy teenage life.

Now the equation has changed. The joy of life, The joy of romance that comes from first rain has gone. All I have to search for is my last year’s umbrella from the attic, I have to get new shoes for protecting against heavy rain, change routes to avoid water clogged area, I curse small kids playing in mud for spoiling my cloths by water splashes. I get worried looking at the young couples walking in knee deep sewer water. I boil tap water and store it to get rid of the microbes that come from the rains. I hate traveling on road and unknown routes for the possibility of traffic jams or any mishap. I don’t eat from roadside for fear of diseases. I start my home medication from the slightest sign of flue. Everything that I used to like about rain has now changed into my hatred.

Where is that kid who used to dance in the rain? Where is that boy who used to play in mud? And where is that lovely couple who used to kiss every time the land is drenched in water?

No.. The rain has not changed!! I am changed!!

Yeh Daulat Bhi Le Lo,

Yeh Shaurat Bhi Le Lo,

Bhale Cheen Lo Mujhse Se Meri Jawani,

Magar Mujhko Lauta Do

Bachpan Ka Sawan…..

Wo Kagaz Ki Kashti….

Wo Baarish Ka Paani…

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Photo Courtesy : http://www.flickr.com/people/hookie/ 

Save Trees or Use Rubber

In Dil Se on May 31, 2011 at 10:40 pm

Life is hell these days, isn’t it?

Global warming, deforestation, rise in temperature, rise in sea level, natural calamities are making it worse for planet earth. We are facing problems like financial crisis, unemployment, food shortage, high property rates, costly health services, costly education and deadly competition. The situation is so harsh that it feels awful to be alive in this era. If this is so bad for us I can’t even imagine how bad it will be for coming generations.

In last hundred years half of the Earth’s mature tropical forests have been destroyed. In race of industrialization our grand fathers have left us with a highly polluted atmosphere and a life style that asks for more damage to the planet earth. The comfort and ease of living has increased the life expectancy and life style requirements. Greater financial needs and higher social protocols have caused for a stiffer competitive scenario. Larger populations and lesser habitable land are causing smaller houses and crowded cities. Unfortunately we are paying for sins of our grand fathers. But think what are we going to leave behind for our children?

They say 80% of tropical forest will be lost by 2030. Oil resources will run out by 2050. Sea level rise will drown two third of world’s major cities by end of this century. Food supplies will not be sufficient to feed all the humans. Land will no longer remain fertile given to the extensive use of chemical fertilizers. New generation machines and equipments will reduce the human involvement in industrial production resulting to lesser wages and fewer jobs. Unimaginable competition for higher education in race of acquiring high paying top class jobs will demand more out of tender brains. Extensive training and performance enhancing drugs will raise the bar for sports persons high up. Cities will grow and crowd. No more place for kids to play and grow under open sky and clear air.

Future will be gloomier if another world war strikes. The pure drinking water, depleting oil reserves, natural gas resources are already becoming issues for tussle between countries. If any one out of them decides to deploy a nuclear missile anywhere on earth it will start an all out war among all nations. Earth will no longer remain a place to live for humans. We will be wiped out in matter of days. The life on earth will surely survive but not with the human life.

This dark picture of future is not something purely out of imagination. We have already traveled a great distance towards it till date. If we don’t realize and change our course to the doom in time, we are sure to just be a part of history. Living a human life without caring for nature or rest of planet earth is not an option today. If we want our next generations to see the light of the day and a healthy atmosphere to grow and prosper we have to take steps accordingly. Save and restore the nature as much as you can. Conserve and judiciously use the natural resources. Make a habit of keeping a check on your requirements and utilization. Do not waste water, electricity, fuel and money. They are natural resources use them wisely. Cause no one but your own children will miss if you waste them today.

On a closing note,

Save earth.. save planet… save trees or just use rubber to eliminate the next generation at the very beginning.


Do Not Reinvent the Wheel Copy Paste it

In Dil Se on May 26, 2011 at 11:41 pm

They say the prehistoric human who first invented a wheel didn’t know what he was doing. He might have seen round boulders rolling down faster than the square one and that might be the flash of genius for invention of wheel. Since then we have come far from heavy stone wheels to alloy wheels and even moving further to spoke less wheels. But the basic concept of having a round circular minimum friction element to ease the movement of heavier irregular element over the surface of earth has not changed. So that does not mean we have invented various wheels but that means we just innovatively found various ways to use the wheel.

Most of the times in our professional life especially when we are infants crawling into the corporate world we do not understand the meaning of this “not reinventing the wheel” term. When you are an engineering graduate freshly out of oven of practical and manual calculations you tend to verify everything you do with a critical scale. You do not believe in the rule of thumb or standard practices anymore. You feel that being an engineering graduate you should know what goes behind this stuff. How every stuff works? You then start digging into the matter; you question age old standards and practices. You try to make difference by adding your own inventions. Your efforts can be right, logically correct but utterly useless.

Unfortunately this world does not revolve around technical superiority. This era demands innovation not invention. Innovations are someone else’s invention wrapped and decorated by your intelligence. Many of these innovations have copy pasting as a major inspiration. Innovations cannot be pulled out of thin air. Each innovation needs to have an invention in its backbone. Hence to make some innovative findings we have to copy paste the original invention and edit, re-paste, debug and rerun it to make it look like an innovation. The decorated innovations sell. No one looks back into the source of cntrl-c. There should be no shame in doing copy pasting if it is easing out some efforts. Although a true copy paster should not be a blind person otherwise there will be some invention to happen for sure.

I believe in copy pasting. Every engineer does that during submission period. All the practicals and journals are copy pasted. No one has his Final year project report entirely drafted by him without any kind of wikian copying. It’s not cheating to copy if you have read the whole thing. But blind cntrl-c, cntrl-v exercise does not help. You should at least change the format, active voice to passive voice, combine sentence al the grammar you learned in fifth grade will help to innovate your reports. The same goes correct for your deliverables in a project. Copy and paste whole world is balanced on these two things. It starts from copying phonetics in early childhood to the end of the life. It is the eternal truth and gets better by every cntrl-v hit. It is no shame in copying from a learned in exam, after all you are the one who is writing in the exam, you should get all the marks you deserve. Why to re-invent something which is already available in the answer sheet of neighbouring nerd?

On a closing note I want to remind you all that all the inventions are result of great hard work of their inventors, but all the innovations are result of further more hard work and dedication of the innovators. To innovate you have to do the copy pasting but it’s your ability and skill that make you different if someone else can find your cntrl-v worth another cntrl-c.

Anything for a Victory

In Story on May 19, 2011 at 10:11 pm

It was a huge day… A war was called by the king and he had decided to launch an invasion on neighboring country. He had planned invading that sovereign piece of land between him and glorious eastern civilization for ages. But the passion of their warriors and spirits of their rulers had always saved their independence.

Today King had a different plan. The sovereign country had one weakness. Their western borders were protected by a live volcanic mountain. No one ever dared to travel that land of fire lord. Acrid fumes, steep cliffs, toxic water and deadly creatures were servants of mountain who kept its land safe from human interference. The countrymen also used to respect the god of fire that lived among the mountains. They would never send their people to disturb him from his sleep. He in return would protect their western borders from ruthless king. But today king has decided to test his luck. He would awaken the fire rested so long.

A fleet of soldiers was traveling towards the western borders of country. An array of tanks that can break the earthy armour of fire lord was sent on a deadly mission. The tanks would sever into the very heart of fire lord to wake him up from his sleep. His wrath will be first attack on the sovereign country. While they are busy fighting the fire lord, the king will attack them from northern borders and invade their capital city. The country will fall on its knees in no time. And king will win his long waited prize.

And for this victory his only loss will be a small fleet of army that will be sacrificed in waking up the fire lord.

He was among those suicidal soldiers. He was loyal to his king, an oath bearer to sacrifice his life for protection of his kingdom. A brilliant lad who was son of former war hero and head of his village. As a rule of their country he was serving king for customary five years of his youth. This was his last year and by the end of this month he will be relieved from army service and be able to marry his beloved fiancé. He took out her picture from his Kevlar, sighed and put it back near his heart. He looked away and around to clear his mind from her thoughts.

Their tank was full to its capacity. There were soldiers from different provinces. Some he knew he trained with; some he knew were from the countries king had won and are now allied to him. Some were young recruits fighting their first war, some old warriors worn out by many years of constant struggle. They all looked resolute, ready for a war. They were briefed by commander about their mission. Inspired and motivated to do a task that will create history. The songs of their bravery will be sung for the ages. Stories will be told and praised for years.  They believed him. They also believed that when they come back from their historical feat they will be rewarded by king himself. They will have a lifetime of pension and their kids will be given highest schooling available in kingdom. They believed their king’s lies.

He knew the truth. He knew he was never going to return from this mission alive. He knew he is never going to see face of his fiancé ever again. He knew he will never sit besides his father hearing stories about Great War. He will never taste food his mother will cook for him… He will never be alive again. But still like everyone else He clenched his sword hard and resolved his mind to face the devil.

The king was happy. His fleet of soldiers were on the spot. They hit the fire lord right into the heart.  The volcanic eruptions were tremendous. They swept out villages and army settlements on western border of country. Their rulers had tough time taming that volcanic catastrophe. They had army helping victims out from the ashes. They were all busy fighting with natural war. This was right moment for king who was waiting for years. He invaded them. He marched through already weakened country to the victory. His plan was successful. He gloriously added another province in his expanding realm. His whole empire was joyous. A weeklong celebration declared king. Everyone was laughing, parting, merrily singing praises of king and his brilliant plan.

Everyone was happy…. except one beautiful lady. The one who had lost her lover in his last battle for king. The one she knew she will never see when he resolved to go for the deadly mission. The one who had lost her life’s precious jewel as her king’s petty bait.

Are you Mr. Right?

In Dil Se on April 19, 2011 at 2:17 pm

Are you Mr. Right?

This question is oblivious to you being a woman or a man. Yeah girls, even men ask the same question to themselves everyday. A new breed of metro-sexual men who are insecure about themselves ask this question everyday to the mirror. Am I the Mr. Right? Will I be a choice of any Ms. Right? Is someone searching for me right now? Or will I be one of those unlucky 86 (914 sex ratio in India 😦 ) Do I look good? Do I smell good? Why that other guy is so popular among girls and not me?

If you are a guy reading this perhaps the one who stumbled upon this through Google search then see yourself once again. Do you have a big tummy growing around your west because of inactivity in real world? Or Do you spend 80% of your time searching babes on internet and getting high by dirty chatting with them? Do you have phone pals? You can be extremely funny with an online girl-friend but stammer in front of a female receptionist. If you have even one of these characteristics then perhaps some where deep in your mind you know that you are one of those unlucky 86. You know you are not gonna get the girl you yearn for.

Girls, this breed of digital males is increasing these days. Since the time girls have started choosing their mates, males have become insecure. They think there is no point in fighting among themselves when the most eligible female mate can easily be wooed by a non compatible male. Because of this insecurity these males have started to become obsessed by female ideas of perfect male. That is Mr. Right. Now the question arises how to become Mr. Right?

As we know Woman mind is the most mysterious place in universe. Seeking an answer there is like searching for source of light in black hole. And searching for answer to “Mr. Right” question is beyond scope of male brain. So what do males do? They compare themselves with most successful males. TV/Movie stars, Sport stars etc. They try to become like them. Working out, protein diets, facials, make ups, apparels, accessories have become a part of their obsession. They have started taking care of their complexion, hair, diet, figure, looks. They started waxing, plucking, threading, dying. In the race of becoming the Mr. Right they are actually loosing their Macho image.

But then do all these feminine obsession really succeed? Now this is utmost important question to both the sexes who are reading this. Girls/Boys what do you think about a guy who talks about SPF 40 sunscreen better than Petronas W02 car? or a guy who skips a sports bar hang out for an appointment with hair dresser? Surely you gonna doubt about existence of his testicle sack. But then that’s the reality. There are men getting counseling for  after break up depression. Men who are made polygamous by nature why get devastated after loosing one female mate (in most of cases without mating) ? And do you think these are the Males nature will consider for propagating Human species?

Mr. Right is totally a female concept. To become a Mr. Right is like being born from female “Brain” rather than from her womb. If you think you want to be Mr. Right then be yourself. Be Macho, be testorious not like a sissy. I know girls will agree to me when i say they will choose a guy with testicle sack than a guy with make up kit.

On a closing note i would like to quote a Chinese guy from China Town

“Be a Man, Do the Right thing”

War clouds over Mohali

In Dil Se on March 28, 2011 at 12:31 am

India Pakistan are going to clash against each other in yet another epic battle of cricket world cup this Wednesday. This match is always considered more like a war than a simple sport. Cricket is a religion in Indian subcontinent. 3 out of 4 nations qualified for semis this year are from this region. India & Pakistan are two of them and only one will sail through into the finals. It’s an important match not only for players or for the cup but also for the emotions of more than one billion population of these two countries.

India & Pakistan have always been the rivals. Rivalry in politics, economics, development, international affairs, sports, defense almost everything. Its a quarrel began with the separation and seems like to be continuing ever since. Wars in 1965, 1971 & 1999 have clearly shown the tussle between the neighbors to the world. 2009 Attack on Mumbai was backed up by Pakistan. Back to back nuclear tests by India Pakistan in 1998 to prove each others capabilities. This all adds up to the extreme tension these two neighbors have since last 60 odd years.

And a religious cricket match is a medium to vent out that tension.

Cricket world cup is more than a cup for these two countries. Specially in India where players homes are set ablaze for an early exit out of 2007 world cup. And for Pakistan where national teams coach is killed for the similar reason in same year. In every match against each other these rival teams fight like a war. With near to killing instinct. Not only the players but also the cricket fanatics go as war against each other. Burning flags, shouting slogans, hitting each other during match. Every kind of commotion can be expected out of Indo-Pak game. And now once again for yet another time these two rivals meet each other on 22 yards battle field.

What I personally feel that result of this game will not be decided by skills and tactics of players alone. Since we know that its more than just a game for people of two countries. The result of the match will also affect more than just players or world cup standings. So obviously the result will have stakes of more influential people, people who by moving strings from outside of the 55 yards circle can swing the result of the game. People who can cash in with the result of this high profile game. And people who by their political tactics prove their might in the world.

Major stake holders for the result will be bookies. India and Pakistan have considerable amount of representation in gulf countries. Countries where money and power has no limit. All this money from gulf circulates into the bating business. Millions of dollars flow into the system. Influence and power is used to fix the result of match. Many Indian and Pakistan players were involved and proved guilty in such cases. The result fixing or even the spot fixing give bookies golden opportunities to earn fortunes. A simple logic says that if Pakistan is a least favorite team to win the match then it will have a lesser value in bating and then if it wins it will surely give more money to the bookies. So there is a high chance of a minnow to win in a fight like this. That is why Ireland/B’desh wins were not as shocking as they seemed.

One more particular stake holder is Mr. Sharad Pawar the president of ICC this year. In Maharashtra politics Mr. Sharad pawar and Bal Thakre are similar to Indo-Pak. Bal Thakre a radical politician has announced that he will not let Pakistan to play in Mumbai. And now if Pakistan wins this match it will have to play Finals in Mumbai. Sharad Pawar who is chairman of International Cricket Council is responsible for smooth execution of tournament. So it’s actually a political tug of war between to senior politicians for whom to let play in Mumbai. If Sharad Pawar wants to keep good rapport with Thakre he should not let Pakistan win the match. And if he wants to show his might in international politics he can make Pakistan win and challenge Thakre for supremacy. Hence the result of match is more important for these two than anyone else.

Our beloved PM Mr. Manmohan Singh has asked Pakistan PM Gillani to come to India to witness this battle in Mohali. And moreover the invitation is accepted by Pakistan who was on no dialogue terms with India since the 26/11 attack. With 40k odd lunatics cricket fans present on Indian soil for greatest battle of cricketing world these two leaders of the fighting countries will witness it in the stadium itself. The swing in the dominance will make the crazy people in ground shout some indecent slogans and improper gestures towards them. I don’t know how they are preparing themselves for witnessing this crazy game of madness. Only if they know the result they can come upon a mutually agreeable condition.

Last but not the least (at least in numbers) are Indian cricket fans and Media. The pressure put through twitter and facebook is enormous. The confidence fans are showing upon their teams is extra ordinary. Over appreciations for win against Australia has raised the spirit of all Indians. And in all this commotion we are just forgetting the non sporting aspects of this game. Over commercialization of cricket via IPL has introduced a great amount of foul play into the game. It’s more fishy than it ever had. It’s not just a game this Wednesday that will be played, It’s a war. A commercial, Political and a Social war!!

Let Mohali be drenched in the rain of blows for this war. Till then let us prepare our shelters amidst the Clouds of War!

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This Post is absolutely unbiased. Forgive the grammar and spelling mistakes. No time for proofreading 😥

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