Damn the hoodlums!

What happened in Mangalore is highly deplorable. Moral policing and hooliganism has become the way politics is done today in our country. Are they the people with confused value system? Perhaps some of them really are but most of them know that this will help further their political motives.
What is virtue? Is drinking alcohol morally wrong? Yes if a school going kid does so, I would call it wrong. If a middle-aged man who has three daughters to marry does so at the expense of his family’s peace of mind and share of happiness, it certainly is wrong.
But if I am an adult and I am not doing any harm to anyone, taking a peg it not morally wrong.
They don’t decide for us what is “morally right” and what is not! And especially for the women! Kindly let us feel free and let us weigh and consider things on our own. Darn! We have our own minds too.
I don’t think a woman who can have a sip of vodka with her male counterparts is any less homely or less virtuous. I know that alcohol above a certain amount is harmful for health and it harms women more than it harms men. Now I am intelligent enough to make my choice and even if I do not make the right choice, it still has to be my choice anyways!

Yes, do tell the kids what is right and what is not. Tell them that drinking can cause harm to the body and it can lead one to lose control over oneself. That makes it bad. But please don’t confuse them telling that having a ‘sip’ makes them non-virgins in the world of “morality”. And why don’t you tell them not to throw their chocolate wrappers and pepsi bottles on the road. Teach them some patience and tolerance for sure.

And for the politicians –
Do you have any speck of shame in you? Seeing what happened to the girls in Mangalore you still have a face to say that it is the pub culture!!

"I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind."

Stephenie Meyer

missing home...

I imagine you maa, opening the door,smiling and calling my pet name... you could see the flesh i have lost, the dark circles under my eyes and that i havent eaten anything since morning...and all it takes for you is just one look at me....
And then you run to the kitchen to ensure that the boiling milk doesn’t spill out of the pan….I imagine oiling amma’s hair and her knitting, while I do so….
I imagine opening my almirah that contains my school books, drawing copy ,water colours, letters from friends…the old sweaters, discarded shirts and school jacket….the hair clips and bangles….
I imagine lying under the sun, on the cot, till I feel dizzy…doing nothing for the whole day and still feeling great!
I guess I am missing home….

What a wonderful world...

I see trees of green........
red roses too
I see em bloom.....
for me and for you
And I think to myself....
what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue.....
clouds of white
Bright blessed days....
dark sacred nights
And I think to myself ....
what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow.....
so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces.....
of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....
sayin.. how do you do
Theyre really sayin......i love you.
And I think to myself
what a wonderful world....

I hear babies cry......
I watch them grow
Theyll learn much more....
than Ill never know
And I think to myself ....
what a wonderful world


---Louis Armstrong

Deja Vu..

....

Have you ever looked from the window and wished to see something else…or had that strange urge to see the sun rising at the midnight…

Some times you just feel like writing…like spilling all the colors on a paper….the thoughts that come into your mind…while traveling in a train…peeping out of the window….before going to sleep…these aren’t the best thoughts may be….but if you could just…on only one day record them in the order of their occurrence somewhere….and your own voice playing the narrator part…
Sometimes you think you are almost there….and keep wondering if you actually wanted to reach there…only if you could start back all again make some changes….and had several of such chances….
Have you ever wished that few of your years were not actually being counted….i mean your age remained same…like say consider a point…everything before and after the point is connected….and you could somehow split it into two, stretch them apart and filled something between…and the things before the first point and after the second point are still connected…the middle thing is just a bonus part which you could fill according to you wish…any colour…any length…lived that length…and the closed the points again without anyone knowing what existed between them….
if you could just know what’s inside someone’s heart, your belief that he was doing things for a reason might have changed…may be he was just being random….may be he was just stretching those two points….and will close them without you even knowing that something existed in between…..

Some people just do not have the sensitivity.

Murphy's Law works.

My new date....

I am dating java these days....I never thought i would do so...and I never wanted to do so....not in my wierdest of thoughts.....but you know relationships are made in heaven....it is a roller coaster ride, i must admit but....sometimes i feel we can be together..sometimes i feel i need to call it quits....we are both just being together for the heck of it...no feelings left!
this is the irony of life...you get to do things you don't want to....
and what more...it has started affecting me mentally too!! You know what when i sleep and the so called 'sweet dream' starts...i first import it from util package!!!...some time times the background of the dream is "eclipse"...and it was hieghts today!!!! When I got up today I was searching for 'Run As' option in my mobile!!

Chhota Kashmir

This serene place is a lake near Chhota Kashmir. Chhota Kashmir is a garden situated in Aarey Colony. Not many people in mumbai know about it....I did boating here, for the first time.....

I am actually doing many things for the first time here......

saw sea for the first time....ate the "Burf ka Gola" for the first time..... :)

This is it for today. Will keep updating...:)

Void....

The theory(or parody)off the divine terrorist( by Rohit Raju ;) )

Every other day we read articles about the discrimination within societies be it blacks and whites, asians and europeans or christians and muslims.But people tend to ignore the root cause of discrimination.we all meetdifferent people but then you have (one in a million) somebody who is actually different.
Here is theory- If God had 100 units of brain and 100 units of beauty for every 100 people,you have somebody who steals 50 units of each and so the unfortunate 99 are left with 50 units of each.
So, now we know whom to blame. I believe i've put the columnists out of their misery.All thanks to the divine terrorist.

P.S- I have not made any change in his theory and he is yet to explain this to me completely :).

The Theory of three birds by Rohit Raju:)

There is lot that can be told about, in spite of the very little that is happening in my life( because all that is happening these days is 'Technical' training). But of course there is change of place, change of faces around me. The entire set is new. Many other things have changed too. I have become sincere. And yes few of my friends are teaching me the “art of behaving like a girl” which they feel is the success mantra for any girl. He he ;) Well how well do I follow them is a different story. I will keep these mantras for some other post. Anyways, what inspired me to blog today are two things:
1. An enlightening conversation with this softspoken gentleman named Rohit Raju, who happens to be with me in office.
2. The confusion between the HR and the training centre that ended up with us having this most precious free time during our training period.
Confusion is good!
Well Rohit told me about his ‘Theory of Three Birds’ previously but I had the privilege to actually hear it all, today. And I guess it is worth sharing here :)
According to him there are three birds in a man’s life that are most dear to him.
He explained it to me with an example that says suppose you have three pens- one Reynolds, one Parker and one Pierre Cardin. You use the first the most and with the least care. The second is reserved for special ‘occasions of writing’. The third one is the most precious to you amongst the three and requires extra care! You do not give it to anybody and take pride in owning it. The ‘three pens’ are the three birds in this example.
Any guesses what the three birds are in a men’s life. Here it goes- The first and the most roughly treated bird is the chicken that you(for guys of course) eat! .Poor Bird!
The second Bird is the vehicle that you own…your car…or your bike…It is of course close to your heart and requires maintenance.
Now the third and the most important of all and the most difficult to keep is a girl!! You don’t want to share her of course ;). And maintenance?? Do I need to elaborate!
Lucky Bird! ;)
Well interesting Mr. Rohit!!!
“ Looking forward to learn some more theories from you :).
And I would not tell anybody the exact number of birds you have ;).But wishing you all the three :).
Well but there is a little grouse that you do not have a similar theory for girls. (I have suggested him a name but will not put it here because few guys might get pissed off.)”


P.S- To know more of his theories keep coming to my blog. :)

Random

Shit!! I don't believe I am actually blogging from a cafe!! Well I am short of time....so I will keep it short and simple today. I am in mumbai...The city looks good rather the city from office to home and back looks good.....i haven't been to any other place yet...:)....I am not missing delhi as of now...the company is cool...the people are cool....some good looking girls in our batch and some good looking guys in the other...he he....the grass is always greener on the other side you see....yes i had the vada pao today...no comments on that....there is a cat that sits outside the subway near my office...whenever i pass it, it is there...sleeping....I was thinking of informing India Tv they will make a good news out of it... ;)....this is what you call random....there is much more to write that can make sense...but i cannot make sense when i am short of time.. ;)

Will write better things next time... :)

Should Prostitution be Legalized in India?

I was actually looking for this piece of writing for many days. Finally, I got it inside a forgotten file. I gave this debate in UCMS, Delhi ( and won third prize for it :)). The topic of the day was – ‘ Should prostitution be legalized in India? ‘ . The debate witnessed a decent number of participants with varied styles. Moreover, I have always liked participating in UCMS. It being a medical college, chooses bold and important topics and people actually speak maturely and responsibly. Here it goes:

Imagine we legalize prostitution in India. You walk in a narrow lane of Chandni Chowk and you see a board that says ‘Bunty da Brothel’ with a rate list with special discount on women above 30!
New Arrivals Reshma…Bubly…Rosy….
Imagine huge hue and cry every now and then over measures by Indian Prostitution Standardization committee(IPSC ;) ).
Alright, now may be this was an exaggeration. It won’t be that weird. But it won’t be less!
The three keywords here are ‘Legalized’, ‘Prostitution’ and ‘India’. Had it been the former two I might have differed. But the inclusion of ‘India’ makes it a different ball game altogether. To know ‘why’, let us look at it in the reverse order.
We are Indians. Right ? We are not in Denmark, not in Thailand, not in Malasia! We are middle class, lower class, urban, rural Indians.
When we see an advertisement of condom with our family we change the channel!
We are boys who never talk about condoms to our dads! We are girls who never talk about contraceptives to our mothers!
We are an oversensitive moral policing brigade. We are Shivsena…We are VHP….We are Bajrangdal. We cannot tolerate a Sania Mirza wearing a short skirt!
We are still debating whether sex education should be provided in schools.
We are a nation that is still ‘evolving’!

PROSTITUTION:
Is it a profession, a taboo, or is it something that we think only others sisters would do? Is it the dark filthy lane where you think your son, brother, husband, or father had never been to!
It is definitely something that exists and helps to transmit sexually transmitted diseases.
It not only gives a girl some easy money to buy herself exotic jewelry but also gives money to a poor mother to feed her child. It is something into which an innocent girl is forced by pimps. And it is also something that countries like Malasia do for tourism!
And since it is one or all of the above, it needs legalization for the following reasons:
1.To reduce sexually transmitted diseases.
2.To stop exploitation of prostitutes.
3.To earn in form of taxes and from tourism.
But what happens when the same is legalized in India?
It fails to spend on the HIV testing of the prostitutes. It also fails in bringing in a proper infrastructure that requires a lot of planning and money.
Secondly, the prostitute does not get the dignity of labor in a society like ours.
Infact , many more innocent girls are now forced into prostitution without pimps having any fear of being caught, since it is now legal!
Thirdly: Now come on! We won’t do it for tourism! That is so UnIndian!
See who goes to a prostitute- a married or an unmarried man( obviously!!there is no third kind of man Rupali;) )
In India both pre-marital sex and extra-marital sex are a strict no-no. Legalizing it will be like giving a moral approval to sex with someone else than you wife. And this India will never give because of its social structure and cultural values.
Everything that has the capacity to become an issue becomes one and gives us the opportunity to burn buses and effigies.
We are diverse, complex and sensitive. We aren’t ready for too many things yet. We have to learn ‘n’ number of things before legalizing ‘prostitution’!
We have to discuss, debate and resolve many other issues before we come to prostitution.
We have to learn to tolerate each other before we think of tolerating prostitution!

P.S: 1. All characters in this debate are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anybody living or dead! ;)
2. Special thanks to Sadaf, Sid, Deepak and Yashasvi who helped me prepare this write-up. Thanks a lot guys for your suggestions and ideas :).

The missing "wow"!

Few days to go and I will be joining Iflex solutions( now Oracle Financial Services :)) in its Mumbai Office. I will be laving my place on 16th. All I do these days is to surf 99acres.com and hope that I chance upon some really cheap accommodation.. ;) I am being unrealistic I know.
Software is not exactly what I want to do or feel like doing. Nonetheless I will be doing this for quite some time from now. The industry is facing bad times and most of my friends are still waiting for their joining dates. I have been lucky that I had it on time. Moreover I am going to Mumbai and will now be able to compare Delhi and Mumbai, like most of the people who know both cities do. ;) And hey Meenal I am sure I would still be on Delhi’s side :)
But then, there is hardly any feeling of excitement. I am not even sad that I am leaving home or that the college has ended. As if what is the big deal!! This is something very predictable. It had to occur. Is it the predictability that makes me neutral?? But I remember being excited about coming into a new class in school…about seeing the same faces again in some new class….about facing the first day in college….When one of my favorite teacher left school when I was in class 7th , I wept hard and gave her a seven pages letter…;) The ability to feel the due excitement or sadness has vanished somehow now. All that I feel is “what is the big deal!! “:) After all, this is not the first time I will face a change.

But this is slightly worrying me. It is like even the good things seem like tasting an insipid coffee. You don’t want to lose the flavor of course….
Things are not making me feel like ”wow!”
This phase is boring when you are sad for nothing and happy for nothing.
Anyways not to mention there is a hectic schedule waiting for me out there and I might be absent from the blogosphere for some time. (not necessarily though :))
And if anybody has a pill to make me feel the “wow effect” please inform… ;)

Huh!

I heard one of my acquaintances joking a few days back – “The costliest thing Manmohan singh has is Gulshan Kaur!
While the NDA was busy in mudslinging him and his party, the poor man kept his calm.
He could not even do the “Thumbs up” act properly when his thumb came back from halfway. The parliament was worth watching. The IPL, India-Pakistan match, cheerleaders, nothing could have beaten it.
‘Democracy’ we call it! Rahul Gandhi calls it our true power…that everybody can speak here. I hope he was just being sarcastic!(His speech was a breeze, though interrupted)
I remained glued to the television yesterday to witness the high drama, excitement, thrill and yes not to mention the versatile villains and vampires. The speaker, like a class teacher, used all sorts of verbal weapons. But the other side was immune. He called it shameless, expressed agony and used all sort of pejorative remarks in his own acerbic style. But the house saw no decorum and no respect at all! They were wild!
Any Indian who saw the political drama yesterday would have been seething with anger. If they are who represent us, we are doomed .And if people do research on how we have survived 60 years of democracy, there is nothing surprising. We are actually doing wonders!


P.S: Lalu should log on to monster.com. He is caught in the wrong job and should rather go in the laughter challenge.

Uncluttered :)

I deleted all the conversations from my mailbox today….everything…the good….the bad….the best….the worst …without any partiality… It feels great . I bought few poster colors, few brushes and few sheets. And with nothing in my mind I just started drawing...I finally ended up drawing a few squares and a few absurd figures which I do not recognize. Then I picked up the brush and started coloring it. My mom found it a useless piece. She said “You are drawing like a kid!”. “That is what I wanted to feel like for now”- I said.

P.S: Gmail says- “No conversations in the Trash. Who needs to delete when you have over 2000 MB of storage?! “ But believe me, it is still advisable to throw the garbage!

Nothing much..;)

There are two reasons why my blog remained dormant for such a long time:
The idea of stepping out of the house, walking a kilometer to the nearest café, waiting in a queue for half an hour and then posting something here appeared preposterous!
Secondly and more importantly I had nothing to write. ;)
Yeah…I tried …looked at ceiling through the rotating fan….out of the window…from the balcony…but nothing ‘philosophical’ came out of it. ;)

There are few reasons why I am blogging :
Most of my friends who blog have been doing so religiously.
I fear losing the 1 or 2 readers I have.
Sid asked me to do so!
Sid also had nothing to write but still managed to write two post out of ‘nothing’ ;)( to verify go to- sh-ithappens.blogspot.com ;))

Why we should still write when we have nothing at all to write?:
When you have nothing to write, you actually write about ‘nothing’. ’ Nothing’ is in itself a great word. Nobody knows it, but everybody uses it.
You see someone quiet and upset, and ask him “Hey what have you been thinking?”
He laconically replies” Nothing”.
You scrap a friend “hey what’s up? Howz life? Blah blah…
He replies back-“nothing much…u temme..” ;)
You write a mushy SMS to your boyfriend and wait for a deserving reply and he replies ”Nothing”.
You see, ‘nothing’ has the power to end it all and nothing has the power to start it again!

Why should you read it?
Well you already read it. So I guess you don’t need a reason anymore ;).

Sid I did it too!!! Yuppie!! ;)

I take it.. :)

I have always been loved and liked a lot….may be because we were three people in the family and I was the only kid!...in school too I was liked by teachers as well as friends......I hated not been liked. If anybody spoke anything against me or gave any hint of disliking I would sulk in acute depression.
The bottom line is that I was unable to take any sort of criticism.
But thankfully college provided me a few people who by and by actually started disliking me to the extent of hating me, for reasons which are beyond me.
And now finally I have actually learned to take it all…I am thankful to these people from the bottom of my heart for feeling so strongly for me. ;) ;)