Wow! A year has flown by.
Same me. Same this. Same that.
But a world of happenings have happened. (the world flips flops in just a matter of seconds, let alone a full span of 365 days). Yet I remain the same as ever. A lazybone.
I decided to write something(before 12am) on the anniversary of my blog, that was yesterday(5/3/11), but thanks to facebook I realized I have wasted all my time refreshing my news feed, liking stuff randomly and making silly comments and I lost it. It is a new day t’day. My anniversary is gone 
so I wanna clap for me and wanna slap me too. Clap for I thought of blogging a year ago. When I’ll grow old and wrinkled(if I live that long…), i’ll rejoice that I did something worthwhile in my youth. And a slap because, well see the number of posts I have posted, you’ll get the idea. This is my 10th blog only i have hardly written any creditable thing all year round.
So here’s wishing me good luck and hopefully a promising blogging year ahead!!!
Well, CHEERS to all lazy-daisies like me.
Thank-you 
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Dated: tuesday, march 23, 2010
Today something happened in my class that made me think-’Ooh these people…’
as usual i was sitting at the last desk in the class and was just fidgeting under the desk when the teacher made me get up and sat me down on the first bench exactly under his nose. after he drew the diagram and went away to roam round the class once, halted next to me and asked me, “which book were you reading?” and I got the idea-he knew that I read books during classes. while my mind was framing the question as to how he got to know about it since I never even touched a novel during his lecture, he answered my query himself because he asked me to recall what I was doing during the monday’s physics lecture which is conducted by another madam (and yes I was immersed in my novel then) and he jabbered something like this-
I have seen many SUCH people. I know what happens to SUCH people. That is why SUCH people are WHERE they ARE- what did me mean by all this non-sense he alone knows.
what point I want to make is why do todays people (our previous generation) think that they alone know everything? why do they feel that all of us youngsters who are actually smart and intelligent are just pretending to be one? why do they feel that most of todays generation is spoilt? that they have become lazy and take everything for granted? that they do not realize their responsibilities? why do they feel that if one dresses well, walks with pose and pride, is reserved and all that he/she is just a spoilt kid of a rich parent? do they not realize that they just can’t tag people as plain GOOD and BAD, that not listening to lectures and simultaneously reading books is not any offence or a sin, that everything is RELATIVE and their view or way of judging people may not hold good for each and every person?
they must know that times have changed and they have to change themselves too. Todays kids and teens know everything or rather know how to know everything. They have many and improved medias at hand to be informed about everything and anything, that communication systems are at fingertips of todays kids and we are not shy and conservative anymore, that we talk freely, live freely, enjoy to the fullest coz this life and especially this age is very short and beautiful. Your teenage years are long since gone. why do you blame us if you didn’t get a chance to live in a world and condition which persists today? All i can say is ‘Ooh these people’
P.S. having said that everything is relative, I also mean that not everyone is the same. I have come across fantastic people(gen preceding us) who don’t even come anywhere close to the category of people i’ve talked about here.
Dated: saturday, march 13, 2010
At night the other day unfortunately I sat reading a book in the hall where my mother and granny where watching the idiot box. Although I was well immersed in the book a stupid incident on that show caught my eye. The serial that was running was-“Balika Wadhu”-the name itself tells you how disgustingly boring and orthodox the show might be. I was cussing the scriptwriter like hell all the all the while when I was seeing it. The scene was something like this-
There is a boy (husband of the girl-child and roundabout 14 years of age) who fails in an exam and procures fake mark sheet to avoid the scolding. Then one day the teacher gives his house a visit and then all the drama starts. The lil boy decides to run away to Mumbai-the city which so many like him dream to be a part of. There he is caught by a mafia-gang who capture youngsters and involve them in begging and to get more alms from the Richie-richs on the traffic signal they amputate a leg or an arm or make the child blind or worse yet get another infant who looks like it is about to die (by not giving him food) to accomplish the task of earning the pity of the travelers. This boy’s feet were to be CHOPPED OFF. I literally mean it. The script writer really thinks the public is as dumb as him. You’ll know why I said this-just read on
The boy is forcibly made to lie down on a small cot with two men holding him down (without taking off his pant and shoes. Amputating the feet with the clothes on, haha ). Then there is a butcher who is filing a huge knife just a foot away from the cot so that the boy sees it. And believe me the knife was so blunt it wouldn’t even have succeeded in chopping a match-stick in two. All along the boy was frantically trying to escape.
How very disgusting, idiotic, humorous and senseless it is! The writer didn’t even consider taking in account giving an anesthesia or at least showing a remote hospital, didn’t that crack-pot realize how can a man survive such a thing and recover and then further on go begging in the streets of the city. And did he think the butcher is so proficient that he’ll cut off all the skin, flesh, muscles, veins, bone and everything in just a single stroke? What if he chopped it halfway? Was he going it hit the half-living leg of a human being again? How very outrageous! Don’t these people think? Isn’t it insane? It is the height to which he thinks the public is silly because he thought that filming the event in such a way would be accepted by the public in the first place and further on it would be appreciated. What the hell was he thinking man!
Further on what I think is –it is not just the writer who is responsible for all this. The script has to be approved by someone first. How did the concerned authorities pass it in the first place. Then there are so many people involved in the process on filming-the actors, directors, assistants even make-up artists and spot boys and so on, you don’t need any education to realize how unreal and impossible this task is. Couldn’t they just advise him and think over another acceptable or rather compatible process by which this feat could be accomplished? And how did the actors agree to do such a stupid scene? Did the writer want to gain sympathy of the audience since he incorporated so many shrieks from the child actor and so many rollicking laughs from the mafia gang that surrounded him? This used to happen in the era of the old hindi movies but that time is long gone. In this age of reasoning and thinking and analysis and evaluation how could such a thing be even thought of?
While flocking past a few shops in the market I noticed a young girl checking out finger rings at a stall (the stall was nothing but a couple of boxes just placed on a stool) run by a two young lads. I overheard some part of their conversation in which one of the lad was gleefully talking to the girl and saying something like-‘so many girls come by and see the rings but no one talks so well and politely to us’ and something like ‘look how pretty It is looking on your finger’…..
In the first nano-second I thought that was genuineness but in the next nano-second I realized they were just flirting around. Somehow I too got absorbed in this event and went forth to get myself a ring too. I chose what I wanted in just a minute. While that lad was busy arguing with an old lady I asked the girl which ring did she buy. Then she asked me my name and where I studied and whether I was a localite. I got to know too that she was two years junior to me and was not a localite. Then she whispered in my ear; “these guys are just flirting around”. However I felt that she too was not making any effort to wrap up her shopping. She too seemed to be enjoying it.
Then suddenly out of nowhere she said, “friends?” and extended her hand which I shook but my mouth said;”uh?” (I think she didn’t hear it though).
Further she probed; “what are you doing next?”
I answered; “going home”.
“Do you have a bike?” she enquired. I replied in the affirmative.
“Oh! then will you (I thought she wanted a lift, but instead she said) just come along with me?”
(I asked her if she needed to be dropped somewhere, she answered that she still had an hour free to herself, so all what she wanted was just company)
She caught my hand and started leading me to the opposite side of where I intended to go. I reclined her offer (or was it a request?). She started nudging me on and forcing me to come along. She said it will just take a minute and then she will assist me to my bike. I said that I’ll wait for her and asked her to go along and do her work.
I found all this murky.
Why was she pestering me so much?
Was she a thief? I imagined being robbed and later my dad laughing at my foolishness of accompanying a stranger and even telling her all my details.
If in a second’s time she gathered so much of information from me and was talking to me as if we’ve been together since the time we wore pampers what would she do if we spent a better part of an hour together, I wondered. Then I felt like I was being screened and yes, I was being. Four eyes belonging to those two lads were eyeing me since the time the girl left. Foolishly though I felt I was being trapped in some plan (these movies make us go crazy and lose sense at times) and I walked as fast as I could towards my bike and off I went home.
I wonder what must have happened after the girl came back to the place where I was supposed to be waiting for her. I don’t think she was a thief or anything of that sort. That’s so very melodramatic. But friendship in a minute is certainly not my cup of tea. I felt bad for having cheated her but I felt glad that I was saved from spending more time with her.
Here’s another facet of human behavior. I don’t know what to call it(if you are reading this and know one word for it please do tell me) but you will always be mesmerized at the variety of people and their minds and their thinking and their ways and their traits. It is infinite.
I can’t trust people so easily. While trying to figure out how a person is whom I come across quite often takes so much time (mostly I fail at it), making FRIENDS in a second is certainly an alien concept to me.
“Friends?” is still ringing in my mind since that encounter. How can such great bonds be tied in a flick of a second? And how can people even think that such things are compatible? Friendships are not made this way. Rather you can’t ever MAKE friendships; they bud up on their own.
An incident and a lil bit of advice
I have lost so many things and keep losing them every now and then too. But I haven’t lost any vitally important and expensive thing till date (masha-allah). I wouldn’t even imagine losing an iPad, a macbook or a photographer’s camera (if I had any of these).
Whenever I lose something the first thing I do is moan, but then I say to me, “It is at least not so-and-so thing. So chill. Later when I lose that so-and-so thing I order my mind to search for another thing that would console my aching heart.
But luckily I get my lost things back (most of them and masha-allah again). How? I don’t know. I just find the things back again but in some other place after so many days have passed after I lose it. For example, a few months back, I lost my earring(gold). There was a earring only in one of my ears. I searched my entire house for it neglecting the possibility of having lost it when I was out of the house. Initially I felt bad. But then I removed the other earring off and forgot all about it. A fortnight later when I was rummaging through the shoes rack to get my hold on a pair of sandals which where were not budging and were determined to remain where they were –in the remotest corner, something near it glittered. I got hold of that glittering thing and there it was- my lost earring. How it happened to land up there, I wonder sometimes.
And many such things have happened with me. And I have realized that ‘ACTUALLY, REALLY, and COMPLETELY forgetting about that thing does the trick’ and if anything is meant to be yours then no matter what you will always get it back.
But there is the other side of the coin too. I haven’t got all my lost things back. I still crave for the ones which I have lost. But hey ‘normal is a cycle only on a washing machine’. So don’t brood when you lose anything.
1 book?? uhuh…..its BOOKSSSS!!!!!!
I love reading books like HELL. I have read a few so awesome books that I wish there were so many more magical storytellers like the authors of these books. I thought of a single book which I would like to re-read but that can’t be done. I have a few favorite ones which are
To kill a mocking bird by Harper lee
Anne frank- the diary of a young girl
The kite runner by khaled Hossieni
A thousand splendid suns again by Khaled Hosseini
Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts
All the books by my most loved environmentalist-cum-writer Jim Corbett.
And how can I forget the book that started my journey as a reader-
The entire Harry Potter series.
gosh I am racking my brain so hard but i really don't remember when was the last time i thanked someone. Now I am wondering if i haven't thanked anyone for a long time or have not consciously registered having said thank-you to someone. But my niece expects a ‘thank-you’ every time she kisses me or brings to me my room-slippers or gives me a bite of the chips, chocolate, biscuit in her hand and that equals to a dozen ‘thank-you’s’ in a day when she is with me.
here is something i had written long back. but since i have become so negligent towards my blog and haven’t written anything new lately thought of posting this.
Many people (nearly 100%) call folks involved in environMENTAL work MENTAL. Planting plants n trees, contributing in prevention of tree-felling, striving against poaching, studying environmental sciences is considered to be of least use by so many. It is because nature doesn’t attract them as it does to the handful of the people who strive for its cause. The smell of the earth when it receives its first shower is so blissful, the touch of the leaf feels so pleasant to the figners. The flower and the bud are so tender to touch, the constant chirping and humming of the birds, insects and uncountable other miniature creatures present amidst the bushes and trees hidden from view is so very invigorating when one is walking through a forest.
Every every and everything in nature (not necessarily huge and dense forests) shows signs of LIFE. The life which you and I live, although the span varies but the life which is as valuable as yours and mine. In this sense WE(environment-freaks) people can in one sense really be called mental- not by dictionary meaning- but nature lovers go out of the way to help these tinie-minie creatures that make people say-‘ this fellow is gone nuts’ and this instinct can’t be found in everyone-only a lucky few are gifted by it. Seeing a bird hurt, an insect crushed, an animal dead, trees chopped down saddens them because they value the LIFE in it.
Have you ever been to a forest? Have you camped there and gone trekking anytime? Have you seen the sky at night in a forest? Have you witnessed a rainfall in any forest? Have you spotted the animals and birds amidst the trees in a forest? The feeling is BLISSFUL! With no settlement around and just the nature to surround you, you discover so many new things. It’s a whole and complete world in itself and you feel like an alien and you feel as if you’ve come to observe this world, see its creatures, ponder over the scheme of things and how this natural system functions and then by instinct you feel not to disturb it, try not to hamper its fantastic functional cycle. And you realize what all is different between forest and villages, forest and towns, forests and cities, forests and majestic metros. Things are utterly so different. i don’t know but I can’t explain it- nature has some strong magnet which pulls people towards it. Although people weigh the work they do in terms of monetary gains and just dismiss working for nature’s cause as if it is non-existent since it gives minimal salary. Environmentalist go out of the way to work for the nature that’s because Nature lures them and it gives them happiness and pleasure and contentment. Their hearts are happy because they are doing the work which they like and that drives them forward despite whatever the world says to them. That’s why today we look at people like Jim Corbett, Steve Irwin with awe- its not because they are mental but because nature makes them crazy!
the results of my 1st sem were out d day b4 yest n to my gr8est relief- i am all-clear!
i don’t know what i studied since the past 5 months and still don’t remember a single word of it..but i am relieved that i don’t have to pass thro’ the agony of doin it all over again yet another time. so now i have ample amount of time to read books (which i would have had to sacrifice if i had not passed all the subjects)
i used to wonder…what if i failed in a sub or 2? apart from suffering the torment of studying math1 again, i feel failing is pretty NASTY…how could i see myself in d eye? i say one should experience everything-even failing in the exams. but i don’t think i can stand it…saare confidence ki toh vaat lagti hogi na!
if i am not even ready to IMAGINE what its like to fail (especially in engineering), you really can’t blame the poor chaps who commit suicide when they fail in 4 subjects out of 5…they might be absolutely out-of their mind and won’t be having a clue of whats going on in their brain (can you think of such a state of desolation and depression?) This is engineering (in colleges where its idea is not conceived correctly)- a BIG DEVIL…only those who are a part of it know what it actually is…even watching 3 IDIOTS won’t give you the idea…(the concept of suicide is a very complicated one. everything about it can’t be explained in such minimal words)
this is the story of not-so-popular and kaamchalau engg. institutes, but u can’t blame all the institutes for it. some might even be dream colleges of aspiring engineers. But in general, i think the ratio of good to bad is 10:90.
i think i have started writing a bit more smoothly since my 1st blog…yet theres lot of scope for improvement…
what a fantastic start of the day…2 things happened today – 1st one of my very desperate wish materialized, that is, to drink chai on a tapri early in the morning (it has been ages since i even took in the morning fresh air. so actually having got up early and that too having gone out with a friend for a walk was a treat) and secondly i started writing my blog. my fingers are constantly dabbing the backspace key as i am constantly erasing sentences since i m seriously doubting my grammar as i have completely lost contact with writing and composing stuff.. but i think a few days practice will be enough n i hope blogging will come naturally to me with time…
P.S. I know that drinking tea on a road-side stall is not a mighty achievement but it is a simple thing which I love doing and whats better than writing your first blog on that!
