15th August 2006 ,exactly a year before, I experienced sanctity.Today Chinu must have turned One.Last year during this time ,I was posted as an Intern in a small serene village called Khadavli for my rural experience for a month.Set amongst the lush green backgrounds of the Sahyadri's along the banks of the river Ulhas is this sleepy town located not far away from the city but ages away from it.
It was just my second day at this place when I experienced one of the most beautiful moment of my life.The primary health centre was by definition just a small dilapidated place to provide basic or primary treatment for all and more of a referral place.With just a handful of para-medical people for help and the medical officer in-charge on leave,its entire responsibility lay on two young men - me and my co-intern.
It was early in the morning with a slight drizzle around when the local people of the village gathered at the dispensary premises for the flag hoisting formalities.The village sarpanch was to perform the same.As we stood around the flag post with our heads held high, the beautiful tricolour was unfurled and it fluttered royally in the air.We began to sing the national anthem with a gust of pride and then it happened.
With the entire village in the midst of singing the anthem ,from no where came the shouts of a woman in agony. A woman came running towards the dispensary with pallor all over the face in the midst of some violent abdominal contractions.As I stepped aside ,she was taken inside by the nursing staff.As i examined her,she was due and it was literally a matter of minutes that she started delivering with the head popping out already.I hastily put on the gloves and tore open the supposedly sterile delivery kit as the nurse put the lady into position.The next few minutes were as traumatizing to me as to the lady of course but at the end of it i guess we both experienced sanctity.The lady had just delivered her first child and it was first time I had "independently" conducted a delivery !
Thus came in a new year of independence for the country and for me.The child was named Chinu ,which I got to know when he was brought for vaccinations later.I later independently sang the national anthem which I had left in the middle with added sense of pride from bringing another Indian citizen to this world.Today Chinu must have turned one.Happy Birthday,Chinu !!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
The Old Doctor
THE OLD DOCTOR
(Published Academia 2005 - Omkar Hajirnis Sem X)
As we look back into the sands of time,flashed through our minds are various thoughts of the good and bad,happy and sad,some memorable while some to be forgotten.Each of us live everyday whatever comes our way,without wondering even once ,"Is this life ?"
Same was going across the mind of a very old doctor who had served all his life under the oath he had taken years before.As he sat back in the empty room of his old dispensary,he thought of his times - the good old times as they say.He thought of the morning sun,pouring down into his room and his ever youthful smile always in place,as he met his patients whom he considered his life,came everyday with the hope which the doctor gave.The clinking sounds of the smelling bottles of medicines which were the fragrance of his life and the churning motion of the mortar.
As life churned over the wheels of time,he grew old.The same old morning sun failed to show up under the heavy buildings which grew up in front of his dilapidated dispensary.The empty benches creaked occasionally under the weight of some old trusted patient.The bottles hardly needed to be opened but their odour lurked around the room.
As the old doctor wondered what had gone wrong,why the decline,he looked outside the window and saw the heavily crowded road with glazy neon signs displaying at least a dozen boards of doctors around him with fancy degrees behind their names.He sighed: actually he pitied the people,the general population - what a waste !
This must be life he guessed.He wasn't as qualified as his younger colleagues and he had to accept it,but then wasn't medicine more about experience and skills than just qualifications ? But this was the irony of his life and he couldn't do much,not that he blamed others.
As he poured himself a glass of water and sat to drink it,he thought that he had completely drowned himself into a sea without the ability to keep himself afloat.Then from one corner of his mind came a call,it told him that he had actually managed to stay afloat after all these years.The fact that he still was a practicing doctor though terribly old,was one of a kind in the world where majority of his colleagues had either died or given their hands up.He had something which nobody could teach anybody no matter any number of degrees behind a name,which was experience and patience.Though a small doctor,he still was a great doctor and still better,a good human being.This was what mattered because because this was the aim he started his life with - to become a good doctor and a good human being.He had succeeded in his own principles and didn't care about the failure the people thought he was.He has succeeded truly.
As he locked the creaking wooden door with the rusted old lock,he put the key in his pocket,took a deep breath and put his head up as he walked away with a sense of pride.
(Published Academia 2005 - Omkar Hajirnis Sem X)
As we look back into the sands of time,flashed through our minds are various thoughts of the good and bad,happy and sad,some memorable while some to be forgotten.Each of us live everyday whatever comes our way,without wondering even once ,"Is this life ?"
Same was going across the mind of a very old doctor who had served all his life under the oath he had taken years before.As he sat back in the empty room of his old dispensary,he thought of his times - the good old times as they say.He thought of the morning sun,pouring down into his room and his ever youthful smile always in place,as he met his patients whom he considered his life,came everyday with the hope which the doctor gave.The clinking sounds of the smelling bottles of medicines which were the fragrance of his life and the churning motion of the mortar.
As life churned over the wheels of time,he grew old.The same old morning sun failed to show up under the heavy buildings which grew up in front of his dilapidated dispensary.The empty benches creaked occasionally under the weight of some old trusted patient.The bottles hardly needed to be opened but their odour lurked around the room.
As the old doctor wondered what had gone wrong,why the decline,he looked outside the window and saw the heavily crowded road with glazy neon signs displaying at least a dozen boards of doctors around him with fancy degrees behind their names.He sighed: actually he pitied the people,the general population - what a waste !
This must be life he guessed.He wasn't as qualified as his younger colleagues and he had to accept it,but then wasn't medicine more about experience and skills than just qualifications ? But this was the irony of his life and he couldn't do much,not that he blamed others.
As he poured himself a glass of water and sat to drink it,he thought that he had completely drowned himself into a sea without the ability to keep himself afloat.Then from one corner of his mind came a call,it told him that he had actually managed to stay afloat after all these years.The fact that he still was a practicing doctor though terribly old,was one of a kind in the world where majority of his colleagues had either died or given their hands up.He had something which nobody could teach anybody no matter any number of degrees behind a name,which was experience and patience.Though a small doctor,he still was a great doctor and still better,a good human being.This was what mattered because because this was the aim he started his life with - to become a good doctor and a good human being.He had succeeded in his own principles and didn't care about the failure the people thought he was.He has succeeded truly.
As he locked the creaking wooden door with the rusted old lock,he put the key in his pocket,took a deep breath and put his head up as he walked away with a sense of pride.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
" Saddam Hussein - CAUGHT "
"SADDAM HUSSEIN - CAUGHT" (Published Academia 2004 issue - Omkar Hajirnis ,Sem VIII)
(One murder makes a villain : million a hero -Porteus)
As I woke up to the call of the nice sunny morning ,the newspaper on the table showed headlines of some major event.I picked it up and the headlines read"Saddam Hussein- Caught".What everyone expected to be a massive rapid fire action from both sides turned out to be a squeaky description of Saddam crouched in the dark,in a small underground room not far from his hometown in Iraq.What amazed me most was that though Saddam possessed a gun,no attempts were made to fire and a "bloodless" surrender was made without a single bullet fired.
As I eased back into my chair,I wondered how could such a powerful,monstrous man give up so easily as a rat.I;m sure all of us thought this was quite strange and surprising.That time my mind wavered to all kinds of thoughts that,was he the "real" Saddam ? Why did he surrender so easily ? Why didn't he commit suicide even when he could easily do so ? Somehow the pieces did not fit together.It was blur to me as the rest of the world which was as much flabbergasted and couldn't fathom the story.
Soon my thoughts started flowing and I wondered what must be Mr Saddam Hussein be thinking when he sat alone in that dark,dirty room.How difficult it must be for him after all those years of hardship,first to grow as a leader,then to consolidate his position and then to command over the entire nation,to become the 'One man army' of Iraq.This wasn't surely what the Saddam Hussein we all knew would have done.Or was he waiting to be caught or rather did he want to get caught ? I zapped up at my own thought.It was then I started looking up at the story from this point of view and it definitely did put some of the jig-saws into their place.
Could Mr Saddam Hussein have plotted or planned the whole war ? With the Americans and others just pulled into it given the lucrative status of Iraq as a major oil supplier.Could be,why not ? Given a thought that losing the '92 Gulf War ,Saddam must be only a fool if he did not realize that he did not possess the power or strength to fight the U.S troops.But what the Americans did not acknowledge was they could be fooled into getting involved in a whirlwind which would pull them inside and rip them apart.
If we look from this side of the story,we might be seeing the success of a highly placed calculated risk plotted by Saddam which has nicely paid off.I would not be surprised if Saddam could have well,planned to attract the U.S to fight him.But then what would be his motive in doing so ? Well,he could gain the world sympathy as well as go on and topple the U.S and British economies which he has mildly succeeded in doing.
As far as I can think from this view,his plan was straight and simple.Firstly,to induce the U.S to attack.Next he could have blinded the world and made his plan look like a full fledged war by mounting up minor oppositions to the U.S troops in certain sectors.But the most pivotal part would have been to make it sure that the Americans would fail to discover any weapons of mass destruction in this country.Not only because it would evoke world attention but also it would defeat the whole purpose of his plan of projecting Iraq as a weak,innocent nation crushed by an enormously powerful nation.
Now that Saddam has been captured,the U.S would be satisfied enough but it could well be a blessing in disguise;For what they would not be prepared for is hardcore attack by Saddam directly to the masses to gain the much needed public sympathy.Added to this ,is the rapidly emerging civil car against the U.S regime which is synergistic to Saddam's cause.
In the end,I think the U.S would have to lose much more than Iraq even if they satisfy themselves about victorious in the war or should I say a 'Pseudo-war'.As far as Mr Saddam Hussein is concerned he has done his job to his nation and could well be smiling his way to the gallows.
P.S- The above article is my personal viewpoint and I as such,do not support any of the two opposing nations and strongly condemn the inhuman act called 'war' which they have indulged in.
Epilogue : This article has been written 3 yrs back,way before Saddam was hanged.Considering the still on going civil war against the U.S and the wide spread hatred for them, I guess the article's not too off the mark !
Thoughts of a murderer..
Its been several mths since I blogged..The reason being laziness mostly..To get my thoughts moving,I've come upon an idea of blogging down my previously written articles mostly published in college mags..Hope they serve as an impetus to relieve my clogged mind..
THOUGHTS OF A MURDERER
Published : Academia 2003 ,(Omkar Hajirnis Sem VI)
The wind swished through the window.He got up,closed the window and sat on his bed.The clock struck two at night.Everything was still now,absolutely still.Nothing moved except the hands over the old clock hung on the dead wall.He got up to fetch a glass of water.The candle shimmered as he held it delicately.He came back and sat on his cot which creeked under his weight.This was the fourth consecutive night that he failed to sleep.An overdose of pills had no effect.He sat still on his bed submerged in his thoughts.
Suddenly he noticed he was breathing heavily.Through the dark corners of his mind came out an array of scenes as they flashed before his eyes.
It had happened four days back.He remembered it vividly.A slim shadow came walking towards him on a lonely road.It was raining heavily.The plump rain-drops were dripping on his face;as he removed his handkerchief to wipe them off when he suddenly noticed he was sweating.He shivered as she came nearer.His hands underneath the coat were trembling.But deep inside,he was determined,He knew he could do it,there was no option left.He had to kill her.She knew too much.
She came closer and her neck shone in the twilight.She was walking as gracefully as ever.Then she came to a halt,almost four paces away from him.Both of them stayed still.Nothing moved,their eyes met.The war was on.But this time it had to end.He had enough of it.He removed a long slender.shining knife hidden underneath his coat and in it went cutting the woman's abdomen in and out.When he removed it ,blood dripped like water.A shiver ran down his spine.He took to his heels leaving the body drenched in the pool of blood.
That was it.Since then it was four days.He had run away to a dilapidated cottage on a top of a hill away from the city.He hadn't slept;nor ate properly.A plethora of thoughts wandered through his mind.He was confused.He was perplexed.He couldnot believe it had happened.He shrieked for hours.Nothing pacified him.Everything seemed to be lost.He looked at his hands,the same hands which had murdered a person.He screamed;he wept;he moaned and he howled.But all in vain.It was all too difficult to digest.Sometimes he felt like getting up and surrendering himself and at the very next moment felt like running away,far away from 'his' world.The thought of ending up his life also occurred to him.But he knew he had to do something fast,before the cops ended up at his doorstep.
He got up and opened the door to get a fresh breath of life.He looked outside in the dark.Up above the moon had come out and beneath the hill ,far away he had a panoramic view of the glittering lights of the city.So much was happening there.Nobody cared for others because they simply didn't have the time.And here he was ,far away from everyone craving for existence.He had had too much of it,Also it wasn't entirely his fault.And after all it was just another murder in the minds of people ,just like thousands that occur everyday in the world.A strange kind of feeling was now gripping him.He had finally succeeded in silencing his conscience.He felt lighter.He walked out.He had entered a new world...A world of crime,murder and dishonesty.
THOUGHTS OF A MURDERER
Published : Academia 2003 ,(Omkar Hajirnis Sem VI)
The wind swished through the window.He got up,closed the window and sat on his bed.The clock struck two at night.Everything was still now,absolutely still.Nothing moved except the hands over the old clock hung on the dead wall.He got up to fetch a glass of water.The candle shimmered as he held it delicately.He came back and sat on his cot which creeked under his weight.This was the fourth consecutive night that he failed to sleep.An overdose of pills had no effect.He sat still on his bed submerged in his thoughts.
Suddenly he noticed he was breathing heavily.Through the dark corners of his mind came out an array of scenes as they flashed before his eyes.
It had happened four days back.He remembered it vividly.A slim shadow came walking towards him on a lonely road.It was raining heavily.The plump rain-drops were dripping on his face;as he removed his handkerchief to wipe them off when he suddenly noticed he was sweating.He shivered as she came nearer.His hands underneath the coat were trembling.But deep inside,he was determined,He knew he could do it,there was no option left.He had to kill her.She knew too much.
She came closer and her neck shone in the twilight.She was walking as gracefully as ever.Then she came to a halt,almost four paces away from him.Both of them stayed still.Nothing moved,their eyes met.The war was on.But this time it had to end.He had enough of it.He removed a long slender.shining knife hidden underneath his coat and in it went cutting the woman's abdomen in and out.When he removed it ,blood dripped like water.A shiver ran down his spine.He took to his heels leaving the body drenched in the pool of blood.
That was it.Since then it was four days.He had run away to a dilapidated cottage on a top of a hill away from the city.He hadn't slept;nor ate properly.A plethora of thoughts wandered through his mind.He was confused.He was perplexed.He couldnot believe it had happened.He shrieked for hours.Nothing pacified him.Everything seemed to be lost.He looked at his hands,the same hands which had murdered a person.He screamed;he wept;he moaned and he howled.But all in vain.It was all too difficult to digest.Sometimes he felt like getting up and surrendering himself and at the very next moment felt like running away,far away from 'his' world.The thought of ending up his life also occurred to him.But he knew he had to do something fast,before the cops ended up at his doorstep.
He got up and opened the door to get a fresh breath of life.He looked outside in the dark.Up above the moon had come out and beneath the hill ,far away he had a panoramic view of the glittering lights of the city.So much was happening there.Nobody cared for others because they simply didn't have the time.And here he was ,far away from everyone craving for existence.He had had too much of it,Also it wasn't entirely his fault.And after all it was just another murder in the minds of people ,just like thousands that occur everyday in the world.A strange kind of feeling was now gripping him.He had finally succeeded in silencing his conscience.He felt lighter.He walked out.He had entered a new world...A world of crime,murder and dishonesty.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Deewar..Lets bring our heroes home !
The title belongs to a not too old movie directed by the notorious director gaurang doshi on the indo-pak war.The war today has already ended before it began on the foreign soils(or sands ?) of the windies ! our heroes are back home for good..a whole lot of things have been said and written and lot frustation has been vented..i wont pursue this issue ne more..they not worth my words and time..
(On second thoughts, how abt having some friendly indo-pak matches right here right now in the subcontinent considering both the teams are jobless..wud beat the world cup in revenues too..say wat mr sharad pawar..haha! )
(On second thoughts, how abt having some friendly indo-pak matches right here right now in the subcontinent considering both the teams are jobless..wud beat the world cup in revenues too..say wat mr sharad pawar..haha! )
Eye of a blogger..
I'm just about a dozen posts old and its been around 6 mths since i took up blogging..Well as u can see i'm still an amateur, trying my hand at writing about different things and gaining experience and insight into blogosphere.
From what i've noticed that every blogger has some things in common...actually a lot of things in common..Right from when a person starts thinking to blog to the time he reads the comments on his blog a million things go about in his head..Its usually something which he/she wants to share with the world and is so excited or depressed, that comes out with a blog which is pages long venting his frustation or showing his jubilation in it..But I guess the best blog is written when a person has nothing in particular to write about but still just blogs to feel good or rather feels good after blogging!Another thing i've noticed is unlike articles in newspapers or mags a blogger never edits or atleast minimally edits..he likes it to keep it in the original form..Its the personal experience written "in the flow" which makes blog-reading such a pleasurable experience..And then comes the most pivotal part..Comments ! Its human nature to expect..but a blogger can range from being a little greedy to the point of being torturous on his readers to comment..nothing short of it..!All in one..blogging brings out the hidden persona..no one can shy from it..
ps - the above opinion is purely personal and exceptions are plenty (which dont always rule !)
From what i've noticed that every blogger has some things in common...actually a lot of things in common..Right from when a person starts thinking to blog to the time he reads the comments on his blog a million things go about in his head..Its usually something which he/she wants to share with the world and is so excited or depressed, that comes out with a blog which is pages long venting his frustation or showing his jubilation in it..But I guess the best blog is written when a person has nothing in particular to write about but still just blogs to feel good or rather feels good after blogging!Another thing i've noticed is unlike articles in newspapers or mags a blogger never edits or atleast minimally edits..he likes it to keep it in the original form..Its the personal experience written "in the flow" which makes blog-reading such a pleasurable experience..And then comes the most pivotal part..Comments ! Its human nature to expect..but a blogger can range from being a little greedy to the point of being torturous on his readers to comment..nothing short of it..!All in one..blogging brings out the hidden persona..no one can shy from it..
ps - the above opinion is purely personal and exceptions are plenty (which dont always rule !)
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
India - Crippled..
Next sunday would be another important day in the series of drives initiated to drive off the dreaded n crippling disease called polio..Pulse polio immunization aims at eradication of polio which was initially targetted to be done by the year 2000 but alas..the deadline has been extending perpetually since then..The more we try to grab it by its neck ,the more the disease sticks its head out in some nook and corner of the country.The massive publicity it gets is quite remarkable.But despite the awareness thrz something we are definately missing out.The sheer population is the obvious answer.But i guess its more about how we use our population than crib abt it.On one hand we boast of the stupendous progress the country has made.We admire the city buzzing with activity standing tall with its skyline and on the other ,some young kid crawls on the floor in a crowded slum crippled with polio looking up at the same skyline..whew..
The World Health Organization spends billions every year to eradicate this disease but sadly most of it goes down the drain.. Health workers have a blast with booze and meat with the polio alloted money and that too on the night b4 the immunization day..Every pulse polio day turns into an added bonus..Its sad but true..India still stands crippled..
The World Health Organization spends billions every year to eradicate this disease but sadly most of it goes down the drain.. Health workers have a blast with booze and meat with the polio alloted money and that too on the night b4 the immunization day..Every pulse polio day turns into an added bonus..Its sad but true..India still stands crippled..
Monday, January 29, 2007
Whatever it takes !
When walking past the streets of Mumbai,u cant miss out the huge hoardings screaming for attention..Besides a huge party symbol lies a supposed to be a radiant photograph of a person standing for elections and a huge list of photographs around him of people whom hez blessed to be with..Every few years ,We the people of India are witness to the grand comic of all sorts called ELECTIONS ! Inspite of stringent election protocols,nothing's changed i guess..With elections around the corner,at every nook and corner ,the grand old loudspeakers honk out everything from the party manifesto to patriotic songs to just about everything to make there presence felt.The election warrants an extra supply of nutrients to people ,and ofcourse the extra dose of liquor which comes along wid it !Years after years this gimmick has being going around and many a innocent people have fallen prey to it..If this is the case with cities I really cant imagine the pathetic state in rural India..People have definately become more sensible but the fact that being just sensible is not enough...We urgently need a change in attitude..for starters do somethin abt this than just blogging !
Monday, January 01, 2007
India vs India
As I woke up to welcome the new year ,the newspaper by my coffee table caught my eye..The front page of THE TIMES OF INDIA (dated 01/01/2007) was blank except a article scripted in bold letters "India vs India"..I'm sure most of you must have gone thru it..One thing is for sure ,I cudnt have asked for a better article on the front page..I was expecting some depressing news about Saddam's hanging or the Noida killings but i was genuinely surprised by this.
The article put me into a thinking mood..the beautifully crafted words were enough to create an impact on me..The first thing that came to my mind which is the India i'm living in..Well I guess firstly i'm fortunate to be atleast in that half of India which is literate enough to read this article and afford this newspaper..I'm thankful to be in that India which has a house to live in and family to support me..I'm lucky enough to live in a free country and finally i'm fortunate enough to live to see the transformation of my country in this millenium.
As the article finally says.."The time is now"...Let us all usher the new year and many more to come with faith in our hearts and strength in our minds to conquer the world with a new zest.
PS- This article may seem a bit out of place for those who havent read the article.I strongly recommend u to read the newspaper or its website..
The article put me into a thinking mood..the beautifully crafted words were enough to create an impact on me..The first thing that came to my mind which is the India i'm living in..Well I guess firstly i'm fortunate to be atleast in that half of India which is literate enough to read this article and afford this newspaper..I'm thankful to be in that India which has a house to live in and family to support me..I'm lucky enough to live in a free country and finally i'm fortunate enough to live to see the transformation of my country in this millenium.
As the article finally says.."The time is now"...Let us all usher the new year and many more to come with faith in our hearts and strength in our minds to conquer the world with a new zest.
PS- This article may seem a bit out of place for those who havent read the article.I strongly recommend u to read the newspaper or its website..
Monday, December 04, 2006
DIL CHAHTA HAIN !!
D.C.H is one of the movies which any person from my generation could associate himself with...The following extract is a lovely fwded msg which i really liked and thought to publish it on my blog rather than just fwd like any other mail..
Things we can learn from Dil Chahta Hai.......
*Freaking out and enjoying life doesn't need drugs or cigarettes.
*There are relationships apart from bf/gf, marriage,siblings,friendship that can be very emotional and true. which is beyond the understanding of many people.
*And yeah even though u may be the best of friends there is always a limit which should never be crossed. Then it starts hurting...........
*Improving ur imperfections after you realize it, always take some time.
*You always don't need to show or prove how much u love or care about her/him, which can sound very boring and finally u r dumped.
*Believe in Love , true love will never let you down
*Never be ashamed to go back to your old friends, friends are there to understand your mistakes.
*Do not be afraid of others, always think that others r afraid of you.(Australian Beggar )
*Whenever you need your friend , remember that he/she is just a phone call away...distances can't separate friends
*In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends
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*It's the friends you can call up at 4 A. M. that matter.
*The only unchangeable certainty is that nothing is certain or unchangeable.
*The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with - never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.
And last but not the least- do what your heart loves …karo wahi jo DIL CHAHTA HAI!!!
Things we can learn from Dil Chahta Hai.......
*Freaking out and enjoying life doesn't need drugs or cigarettes.
*There are relationships apart from bf/gf, marriage,siblings,friendship that can be very emotional and true. which is beyond the understanding of many people.
*And yeah even though u may be the best of friends there is always a limit which should never be crossed. Then it starts hurting...........
*Improving ur imperfections after you realize it, always take some time.
*You always don't need to show or prove how much u love or care about her/him, which can sound very boring and finally u r dumped.
*Believe in Love , true love will never let you down
*Never be ashamed to go back to your old friends, friends are there to understand your mistakes.
*Do not be afraid of others, always think that others r afraid of you.(Australian Beggar )
*Whenever you need your friend , remember that he/she is just a phone call away...distances can't separate friends
*In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends
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*It's the friends you can call up at 4 A. M. that matter.
*The only unchangeable certainty is that nothing is certain or unchangeable.
*The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with - never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.
And last but not the least- do what your heart loves …karo wahi jo DIL CHAHTA HAI!!!
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Thoughts of a criminal mind..
As the mega trial of the 93' Mumbai bomb blasts accused flashes on the headlines of every paper and news-channel ,it makes me sit up and wonder what the hell is this underworld..Is it just some ruthless people getting together with some common issues and sentiments and creating havoc in the society..I mean we the common people of India harldy ever come across brutal activities in our daily lives.. A common mumbaikar spends most of his day n almost all his energy travelling in trains and buses and one fine day a blast in it gives him a jolt from the blue...The people involved in these disruptive activities get away unscathed ....well thats a different issue..but havent these "terrorists" come up from the same society.. They have experienced the same frustation and gone through numerous ordeals of real life as all of us..is it only some brain washing and lure of some easy money that makes them turn against the society ? I mean it surely must require massive coldness to fire that first bullet or press that trigger...I fail to fathom how these men can stop thinking on their own and just act blindly and follow someone else's advice..Its really amazing as in how can someone use people to such an extent to fulfil his own ulterior motives..Are these terrorist leaders so powerful to change a person's entire outlook to life ? Or are these people so weak that they the think violence is the only option left in the world ? I think thats the answer..They are those people who have mentally become so weak and frail that no amount of convincing or reasoning can make them recover from this illness..They just thrive by setting traps for innocent people to fall in their inhuman mindset..Be it religious sentiments , political motives or money matters...one grevious mistake takes it all away..Along with the easy money that they get ,it eventually leads a person into that vicious cycle..Its time to kill the thoughts not hang the people..Let peace prevail..
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Tel Malish..
This is one of the many things which Indians are truly masters at..Right from the road side barber to the esteemed hair stylists everyone seems to have the expertise in this field...Infact the roadside one does better i've heard !The style defers from person to person and each is innovative in his own way..
Today I had this opportunity at my local barber's shop to go through this experience (after quite a long time)..The first question asked was "Kaunsa tel bhai" .I was like..huh..koi bhi jo aap theek samjho..He was quick to pass on a chirpy smile..I closed my eyes and then with that began the most enchanting journey with caressing to fine kneading with back thumping in between..The music as usual was playing loud as it does in most local saloons..He arduously carried out his task taking me slowly n steadily into the rhythm of his movements.As his expert hands soaked in oil went through my hair it felt like this should go on and on..It appeared like the barber's magical fingers had cast a spell over me and I was being hypnotized by him !
As the pace slowed down ,i slowly started getting back to senses with satisfaction glistening on my face..I paid him his fees and got off the shop with a lighter head on my shoulders albeit a bit sticky !!
Today I had this opportunity at my local barber's shop to go through this experience (after quite a long time)..The first question asked was "Kaunsa tel bhai" .I was like..huh..koi bhi jo aap theek samjho..He was quick to pass on a chirpy smile..I closed my eyes and then with that began the most enchanting journey with caressing to fine kneading with back thumping in between..The music as usual was playing loud as it does in most local saloons..He arduously carried out his task taking me slowly n steadily into the rhythm of his movements.As his expert hands soaked in oil went through my hair it felt like this should go on and on..It appeared like the barber's magical fingers had cast a spell over me and I was being hypnotized by him !
As the pace slowed down ,i slowly started getting back to senses with satisfaction glistening on my face..I paid him his fees and got off the shop with a lighter head on my shoulders albeit a bit sticky !!
Saturday, October 28, 2006
DON gets my NOD
As the names appeared on the screen DON kicked off with its sensational background track and i relaxed back in my seat to watch the new inspired version of this highly acclaimed 70'z movie..For the first few minutes I had to orient myself to the new settings and but soon the movie catches pace..With its high tech gizmo gadgets and flashy dialogues and foot-tapping music ,the movie catches ur attention and the plot keeps u interested throughout..
The most laudable part about the story is that even when most of us know the original one still this movie catches ur eye more often than not..
This is actually one of the very few times that Mr Sharukh Khan's attitude really matches up with the aggression the movie demands...The three Goddesses paired along side him look divine and sensual in the plot..The twist in the tale is amazing and ingenious.The movie has its own flaws and deficits but they surely donot outnumber its merits..All in all it is definately an adrenaline booster and Farhan Akhtar surely deserves acclaimation and DON gets my nod..
The most laudable part about the story is that even when most of us know the original one still this movie catches ur eye more often than not..
This is actually one of the very few times that Mr Sharukh Khan's attitude really matches up with the aggression the movie demands...The three Goddesses paired along side him look divine and sensual in the plot..The twist in the tale is amazing and ingenious.The movie has its own flaws and deficits but they surely donot outnumber its merits..All in all it is definately an adrenaline booster and Farhan Akhtar surely deserves acclaimation and DON gets my nod..
Thursday, October 26, 2006
BOO-HOO INDIA....WHR THE HELL IS REAL INDIA
From times galore the great Indian cricket team has left no stone unturned in disappointing its fans around the world and today was no exception..And somehow it alwayz comes to snatching the bone from the dog's mouth at the crucial final moment.It really feels foolish watching millions of spectators wasting their precious time n money chasing an illusive indian victory(that includes me)..And ya everytime a new justification from the team management is right out in the media even before you have gulped down your frustation from their pathetic performance.
But its really amazing everytime the team gears up for its next encounter all those bags of hope are filled again and everyone gears up to witness a so called grand revival of the team.This is what we have been doing for years together and obviously old habits die hard..Right from Sourav Ganguly sitting and cribbing in that empty stadium supposedly cheering for India to the the "blue billion" behind him ,the fizz is out ...
But its really amazing everytime the team gears up for its next encounter all those bags of hope are filled again and everyone gears up to witness a so called grand revival of the team.This is what we have been doing for years together and obviously old habits die hard..Right from Sourav Ganguly sitting and cribbing in that empty stadium supposedly cheering for India to the the "blue billion" behind him ,the fizz is out ...
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
As good as it gets..
As I walked through the streets of Mumbai today the faint smell of gun-powder was still lurking in the air..The sweepers were busy on the streets working on possibly their busiest day of the year..As i walked into the building of Wadia Maternity Hosp the beautiful sunshine lighted up the dark corridors inside the building..The beautiful spiral staircase lead me towards the nursing home and i got into my routine chores..
I always ponder seeing these majestic heritage buildings if they ever could speak..The volumes of history hidden in them is mesmerizing..They have seen the real transformation of the city from the victorian era to the new metropolis and with it have stood the test of time..I'm no architecture student ,but then one doesnt need to be an expert to admire these magnificent structures..This hospital built in 1924 must have churned out thousands of young aspiring doctors into astute clinicians and is still going strong..As everytime a new cry of life comes alive ,I wonder how many families must have been associated with this hospital atleast sometime in their life..Those anxious husbands walking down the aisle..those apprehensive mother-in laws peeping into the labour room as often they can..and the ever wacky nursing staff shooing them off..years roll on...generations change but somethings never change..do they ?
I always ponder seeing these majestic heritage buildings if they ever could speak..The volumes of history hidden in them is mesmerizing..They have seen the real transformation of the city from the victorian era to the new metropolis and with it have stood the test of time..I'm no architecture student ,but then one doesnt need to be an expert to admire these magnificent structures..This hospital built in 1924 must have churned out thousands of young aspiring doctors into astute clinicians and is still going strong..As everytime a new cry of life comes alive ,I wonder how many families must have been associated with this hospital atleast sometime in their life..Those anxious husbands walking down the aisle..those apprehensive mother-in laws peeping into the labour room as often they can..and the ever wacky nursing staff shooing them off..years roll on...generations change but somethings never change..do they ?
Eureka !
Blogging....! The word rekindles some feelings hidden in the depth of my mind but suddenly it all comes to a standstill..There is SO much that I can write but somehow the motivation is what I lack..From there comes the word "cerebral outburst "which i'm urgently in need of to sway off all the inhibitions and mental blocks that arise from winthin...With this much needed thrust I begin this e-journey into depths of my gyri and sulci into the enchanting world of blogging..
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