ankitham

its a long time now since ive written my first post on a long hot summer night when evryone was in the midst of a very good sleep. as soon as i finished that one i pinged one person and asked him to read about it.. now today i sit in this office wanting to write something and always when i want to write someting about someone agen and agen the only one that comes to my mind is him... i started off with him and would it be correct to write about him again?? is it that i dont have anyone else to write on?? is it that i dont have any other friends or say great freinds?? is it that i cant write on anyone else?? because when ever i think of riting my mind still wants to write more and more on him and why id that??

it is that i extremely enjoy when i write about him and writing about him takes me down a memory lane where i live and pass very comfortably.. writing about him makes me feel so excited that my rusty brain starts picking up pace and words seeem to flow automatically... and the thought itself of writing about him gives enuf pressure to the adrenalin inside me and makes it flow vigorously... and so here i am writing about the most amazing person one can ever come across .. a man of words (actions dont matter if ur words are so powerful).. the joshh machine.. the ever lively loverboy(no comments).. presenting my second post and its Protagonist Akil Karthik


now a boy like him can do anything and everything.. this was not what i believed few years ago when i was a kid... tejo ganesh(doddi ganesh) akil karthik and me ( called doddiraj by akil) had some amazing fun in school.. superb incidents which i even laugh today were the ones which involved noel sir and akil... noel sir would get gaalis from akil on the pretext of talking in telgu with noel sir.. the way he would pronounce those gaalis without noel sir understandin them was amazing... i remember the day he openly challenged Sridevi teacher on something inmaths.. boyy u need guts for that.. the day in 5th class when he won the maggi quiz in which even i was one of the participant.. i was so jealous that day that i didnt win but anyhow that coveted encyclopedia he received that day is still with me..the day he fell down and the after and before effects.. some very naughty incidents all are super fresh in my mind.. especially the way he used to run and play football(hahaha).. super... so many so many incidents and fun together... so many laughters together.. so many excuses for not coming out especially becoz of his sharmas.. so many jokes and gossips on sinu sir at sharma nd not to forget that nagalaxmi or someone his frnd at that place...


so many of such... but that days we knew about his sense of humor but not his writing skill .. use of that humor in language.. use of that little mind to write some of the biggest and complicated thing... and more importantly when he write she uses more of his heart than his mind... thats y i like to write about him may becoz he is more of a man of heart rather than mind like most of his critics (our critics)... one thing he is not afraid of criticism at all and the more his critics propell him a=the more the chances of them digging thier own grave.. had so much fun offlate facebooking and it has become that way just because of him.. may be i was an akil addict on facebook rather than a facebook addict... and few lines he uses few of his posts am sure for sure would be some of the best ever written in the history if publicized enuf.. truly amazing.. if a man can write think and analyze to that extent he is called a super human being and he is one... recalling "under achievers" may be even after 50 years down the line when we would be recalling our younger days and would surely talk about "under achievers' am sure whatever akil would have achieved by then even if he is a nobel laurette may be still i would call him an underachiever.. he is always an underachiever irrespective of whatever he achieves because so are my expectation son him which never die...


its been a long time since we had those kind of private chats which would charge me up and for sure if there is a reason i miss hyderabad he is one of them... even if i dont talk to him evryday or even once ina month even if i cannot meet him even when i visit hyd even if whatever he is always there in the preferrence list and my mind still tries tobe inhis shoes before deciding on anything... may be if there is some one i admire so much for intellectual profoundness filled with enough flavuor for other things too u know the obvious answer..


and finally on an ending note sending a strong note to the ones at stake... better dont be late friends and miss out on him.. u never know the value of the train u are about to board with a reserved ticket until its there on the platform waiting for you... but once it departs and u still are left on the platform u are the most foolish on the planet.. there might be alternatives but u lost out on the best foolishly... may be u will wait for another train and travel in another mode totally but The journey with akil Express will be like the palace on wheels ... its matchless fasthest and most reliable.


P.S. i havent edited a single line or even a single word in writing this.. i havent even stopped for a minute .. there mite not be a proper structure to this like the previous.. i didnt even think a word before riting and am not thinking even 1 as i write... on whom else can i write so freely barring my family and on whom else can i write so lovingly... this is a dedication post.. not to him but to me... i dont know how quickly the third one will be coming...

CORRIDORS OF POWER

Just like everything else even power can be classified broadly into various categories which have their own control mechanism. Classified into 4 P's

1) Political power

2) Police power 

3) Press power 

4) Public Power

lets start in ascending order as first comes the power of you and me 'The Power Of Public', this is an imaginary power just like the bhoot in a ram gopal varma's film, in practical terms this power has been nullified nowadays by various means which we wil be talking soon. the corridors of people's power have been laid with a very great foundation but hardly we use it.. indeed we sold off this power or rather say outsourced this one for greener pastures called temporary "laalach".. ideally the nation has to be up and running on the pillars of this corridor but where is it happening???

next comes "The Power Of Press" , very powerful. have a very firm grip on the public, if they say that 2 into 2 makes 3 most of us blindly believe it.. they are powerful because some of them can shake the other corridors with their weapon, they are dangerous and capable of any interpretation.. they were pretty good until money started flowing in their corridors.. again "laalach" the greedy.. weakened the strongest pillars of the nation...

"The Power Of Police",very powerful.. the Komaram Pulis, DCP Ramchandras and Vikram Rathores... ya i stand by it.. very powerful against the goons in the movies but against common people in real lives... they exert their power to threaten and steal more than the thieves .... they are legal stealers.. they steal money from the offenders and also steal the show like in movies when they come in the end after everything as happened .... ideally speaking they have to be the watchgods of the nation but they have become watchdogs in the corridors of the rich and the more powerful... again the cause is "laalach".. would really love to see a real komaram puli or a dcp ramchandra for a break..

now comes the real comedy , "The Power Of Politicians", i never would agree with my mom when she used to say that servants are more powerful than the owner but she is absolutely right..

the ideal example for the question of "what happens when your servant runs your home?"

the answer " Our home Becomes like INDIA"

.. ya they run our nation and this is what happens when the public sell their power.. we sold it at the cost of a liquor bottle ,a saree or a high denomination note and your servant has come and occupied your place.. we are a crumbling nation today bcause only money floats in these corridors .. this corridor is overcrowded with the puppets called chamchas of politicians and politicians themselves ... but one thing i like about them which we all should learn is their ethics when it comes to sharing.. they share everything among themselves leaving nothing reamaining to reach the corriodor of public.. they even funnell out small amounts to the corridors in the next two hops to ensure than the most powerful of all will be silenced... they enjoy the real power and thats y we stand where we stand today.. in the gutters of poverty and powerlssness..

MORAL: take your share and get out.. big or small we all are doing the same in all the corridors.. this sharing business is choking our voice and thought...

The descending Order is the solution but how do we do it is the confusion

human "BEING" human

my first question.....

1) Are we human beings???

answer ) 

only the ones who answered my first question 

2)if we are human beings, are we being Human???

answer) 

well thanks for your answers because to know what we are, this small questionaire would be enough.

 I took this small test and I answered my first question as a "no", so I  thought that i am not qualified enough to take the second. Hope most of us realize this truth soon...

yes my dear "Beings" , we are not human beings... because we dont know the power of the word "human" that has been given to us.. but we know only "BEING" and thus we started being "BEING", removing the word "human" from the equation....

Being HUMAN doesn't mean the wonderully structured collection of organs we are born with and proud of but it means use of that structure to do things of its stature.

Being HUMAN doesn't mean being jealous but it means being generous.

Being HUMAN doesn't mean allowing greediness to flow in your body but it means achieving greatness with the same

Being HUMAN doesn't  mean putting everything to your'self' jst like the animals which hunt for their prey and preserve it.. we Beings call them "Selfish" .. but it means "Sharing" anything and everything.

Being HUMAN means

Being "Selfless" not "Senseless"

Being "Perseverant"  but not "Preservant"

Being "Courageous" not "cowardly"

Being "Humble" not "humiliating"

Most importantly Being Human doesn't mean being happy.. it means spreading happiness all around. afterall we are all one and the same.

I agree with the argument that has been running in your mind as you are reading this post.. ofcourse  man is a social "ANIMAL"... please ..... come on!!! now how social are we??? for sure we are all animals ... no doubt about that... we have become ANIMAL BEING with our traits... this has reached such an extent that whenever u see someone thinking like a human being we start patronising them and start saying that they are "very good" "amazing" and stuff like that... but the cold truth is that they are just trying to be HUMAN, and just that... thats just trying.. once that person becomes HUMAN then one can think of being very good amazing and all... lets try to be humans first...

finally in a single sentence  SARVE JANAA SUKHINOBHAVANTU conveys it all... that can make me , you and everyone a human being.Inculcate and Indulge in that thought.

DISCLAIMER:  only meant to hurt the feelings of those who are  not human beings. Beings like me have no relevance orelse.

AGE 63

PURNA SWARAJ ... this was the only aim of all Indians till august 14th ,1947 and it was fulfilled the very next day. In-numerous "sacrifices" were made by our ancestors selflessly and for all that suffering, our freedom was their reward. Most of them have perished leaving the "independent" INDIA in our hands hoping that we would carefully build on and fulfill their dreams,vision and aspirations.

today on the eve of our 63rd independence day I really am confused with the term independence and why did we fight and struggle so hard for it. why did India need independence?? what was expected after independence?? for what or why did people fight so hard for independence?? was it a selfish cause?? did our forefathers have a direction after independence??

 

when I looked up at the dictionary for the meaning of Independence I found out the following :

1. (n.) The state or quality of being independent; freedom from dependence; exemption from reliance on, or control by, others; self-subsistence or maintenance; direction of one's own affairs without interference.

it says "freedom from dependence" which meant in the pre-1947 context that we were dependent on the British empire for each and everything, "exemption from reliance on and control by" various other external forces in deciding what is good or bad for the country irrespective of what people thought, "direction of one's own affairs without interference " means we decide our own policy and we can plan our country's future .

this is what was intended. My confusion is when do we call ourselves independent???  is it the day we got a chance to become independent or is it the day we achieved it. 1947 aug 15 was the day we got a chance, so when is the day in these 63 yrs where we could proudly say we have achieved it??? does independence only mean that you have your own constitution and a set of rights to uphold your self pride??? does independence really mean enjoying the power of ruling yourself , good or bad??? does independence mean unity or division in the name of caste, religion, region and language??? does independence mean borrowing money from other external sources or forces which dictate terms to u on what you have to do??? does independence mean you can violate the same law you have made?? does independence mean compromise your country's benefit for selfish interests?? or does it mean spending your own money for yourself???

the problem is that we are still in a very big illusion that we are independent , that was not the real independence we got that day.. it was just a path laid to achieve it.. it was a wonderful opportunity given to us to be the change and take the nation forward.. but just after the chance was given, the selfless Indians turned selfish . we put ourselves above our country and still doing the same... the Britishers made us slaves for money and we still haven't come out of it.. we are still dividing ourselves and still delaying our independence.. we as a nation have done each and every mistake possible right from that day failing our dream... our vision of independence ended on Aug 15 on which we thought the road ahead will be an obstacle free path.. instead of facing the challenges that lay ahead we rested peacefully thinking that the biggest job is done... its not the birth of the child my dear friend which is important but how we refine him and nurture him since then is what can make him a good intelligent and independent individual but we thought giving birth itself is independence and are still thinking.....

so my country is only 63 yrs young now but crippled .. its suffering from ill health because of malnutrition.. it is still learning how to walk where others have started running even before half its age... its body is pretty huge with fat everywhere and there are a billion of its organs that depend on it or say that are making it function.. as it celebrates its 63rd birthday tomorrow my country wishes that its organs grow up soon and help it overcome its weakness and emerge strong in front of its colleagues proving that even we are worthy challengers in this mad race.... prove that even though we are a bit slow we still have it in ourselves to make the difference.. and most importantly my country wants to be independent soon like most of its colleagues.

i have a dream

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."   - Martin Luther King jr.

according to me the above spoken words are the most historic and the best lines ever uttered by a person. even today I feel the goosebumps whenever I hear that speech or those sentences. In a society where coloured men were treated not like human but like animals, whose jaws got used to the clenched fists of the "cultured", whose bodies were bunched and sold barbarically , who had a mouth to speak but didn't have a voice. It was all prejudice, superiority , domination against the excess melanined. A hormone whose excessive or lesser levels in the human body lead to the most shameful (may be a very small word) acts in this world.RACISM

RACE is a very important word and it has been the most controversial too. Here was a race which has been suppressed from centuries, whose descendants though human were treated most brutally. They didn't have any rights forget the right to freedom not even the right to speech. Generations have passed , times have changed but not the practices. And these were at their best in America whose constitution boasted to "secure  the blessings of liberty" , but where was it?????

A voice was needed and it was Martin Luther King Jr. and the most defining moment in the American Civil Rights Movement came when he delivered the most powerful "I have a dream" speech. this was a real turning point in the history as it could influence even the anti niggers in the country. Former US president Bill Clinton quoted in his autobiography that he cried only twice in his life and one was after he heard the speech.

That is history on august 28 1963.

46 years later the best ever moment in the entire history of mankind took place( according to me). A black whose father was a Muslim became the first citizen of the same country which didn't even provide a right to vote to the blacks when the speech was made. The event that marked a new beginning and proving the most famous lines in the speech. America became a country which judged a person on the strength of his character but not the color of the skin. equal opportunities which was a dream became more than a reality. It was the time the word RACE bowed in front of mankind who proved that blood was red in colour irrespective of the amount of melanin.  In the eyes of a 102 yr old black lady who was bartered into the country who didnt even have a right to vote for most of her life elected her president with matching skins.

that was the moment i cherish a lot and felt very proud . The term CHANGE has it meaning and we believe in it. If Barack Obama could become the president of Uncle Sam , nothing else is impossible.

I have a dream.

bored???????

today i sit in front of the system so bored that this is the first time am writing something out of boredom... but even boredom teaches us a lesson as my mind has become a devils workshop from the past few days.. getting up late sleeping late in the night, watching some movies on the net , facebook, INCEPTION and finally trying to catch some book but unable to read... unable to read a book gives the correct state of my mind how rotten its become when it doesn't have work.. of course the book i chose is also not a thriller sort but philosophy...

i have some interesting analysis regarding idle minds like me...

>>>when ur mind is idle ur brain oscillates in a closed circle leaving closing all the doors for new thoughts .... ur mind is like a closed room without a ventilator and windows... dark and exhausting

>>>u tend to take interest in the smallest of things which u wouldn't even have noticed when occupied and start analyzing them... its like making an ant look like a mammoth... the silliest of things are the biggest problems in your mind... and u keep searching for a solution or analyze those until u get exhausted..

>>> since ur idle the next big thing u can concentrate on is food.. u keep searching the almaras for junk .... u eat a lot more than needed because eating is the biggest thing that can keep u physically moving..  so got to know what it takes to become obese   an idlebrain

>>>cell phone.. u simply look at the previous mesgs u received and calls and recall the conversations.... try to go a lil deeper into the conversations and pass some time... if u have music on ur fone itseems very boring even if its ur fav number...

>>> the best way to pass out time is sleeping... some who are good at it like me can do it for 16 hrs a day... but that also wont be a good idea because u cannt have a good sleep.. its a disturbed one most of the time in which u wake up atleast very 20 min for sure.... ur mind is sleeping not you

>>>television... u tend to watch the most stupid things which uve never seen before and the best thing is that they start to amaze you... ur mind wouldnt find them silly ...  and a way to know that ur bored .. if u tune all the channels in ur television 3 or 4 times its called  heights of boredom...

 these are few my idle brain told me to write.. hope i find some work soon and keep it busy... written out of utter boredom ....

dear beloved

this is not my work but someone very close to me has done this... i was really very much inspired and amazed with this video that i culdnt resist having it in my blog... it was that person's insight on hunger.... let's be the change

Impossible Is Nothing

INCEPTION proves my title. I have done two most memorable things this week. The first one was that i visited heaven on earth KERALA and the next is I watched INCEPTION. I had a lot of expectations on the movie like the others as it was my first christopher nolan movie.

          The movie starts of ambiguously and the  first 5 or 10 minutes lacks pace. but once the plot is established in the first 20 min it races for the next two hours.it will be an edge of a seat experience into the new world which chriistopher nolan has created for us. The world of dreams-navigating and incepting them. Nolan takes us into this complex world swiftly with breath taking pace and leaves his audience in awe with the scale and plot of the movie. The tight knitted screenplay takes the movie to a new level where no other film maker could reach before and make the audience think every second. Its a very intelligent movie with all the ingredients in right proportions. as long as u watch the movie u cannot even take your eyes off the screen  and the only thing a participant can do is applaud as soon as the dream ends. Nolan tries to incept so many thoughts into ur mind that even after the movie you will be caught in a storm of intellectual discussion about the movie . there are so many subplots that one fails to understand for the first time and this is a sort of movie that can pull crowds again and again.

                  Scoring music only based on the script  narration by nolan even without watching a single video is very very difficult. But it paid off well with terrific background score by Hans Zimmer. Editing by lee smith and photography by Wally Pfister  are excellent . The actor performances are also commendable.

                 On the whole its christopher nolan all the way with the others lending him good support. It will be a once in a lifetime cinematic experience for the viewers and a new genre has been created. Its the Nolan era now and inception is a pioneering work. It showed the world how deep a man can think and execute it with cinema as a media. I think cinem on the whole will be proud of this movie. Go watch it as soon as u can no matter what. This experience lasts long really long.

P.S thanks to my friend Mr.Srikrishna for incepting so many things about movies and especially inception in me which changed my outlook about cinema. Hope he  becomes a mix of  a seasoned film maker like spielberg and and intelligent storyteller  like nolan. This is written out of my respect for the movie and mr. nolan who made the impossible possible. if i ever dreamt a third level dream even there i would admire inception and promote it.

Sands Of Time

At five years of age : I love dolls and my toys. i dont like anyone touching them. My neighbor complains my mummy when i play with his new train. In school I learned a new spelling today, D O N K E Y makes donkey. I sawd my favorite program MAD in pogo. My daddy told that he will bring chocolates for me today and I not give them to all of you. I will not give biscuits and sweet to anyone in school when I take for small tiffin. I am waiting for daddy to come. Its becoming dark and pussy cat will come if I make noise. My mummy told me that she will leave me near the devil if I make noise,I won't make noise. Finger on my lips like a good kid.

At ten years of age : I got sixth rank this time and I missed five marks in maths, my mummy scolded me for that and I cried. She took away my gameboy and she wont allow me to play on my PSP. I want to cry loud. Now I understood that I should study well and get good marks. My friend got second rank and I don't like it, I will race him next time. When my dad comes he will comfort me and I will sleep beside my dad today.

At twenty years of age: Common dude life rocks this moment. Had great fun yesterday night and all the multiplexes in the city are mine. Really excited about my placement and looking forward for a kickoff. Its time I become more independent and plan my future well. I want to buy a new bike right-away with my first salary . Life's great anyway and I started living it for me and its going to be only ME from now on bro. Fun fun fun all the way.

At thirty years of age : My kid is my life now. My wife is real fussy when I pamper my kid, jealous of me and my kid. Its very important that I plan my kid's future and give the best to the best and the sweetest kid in the world. Settled well in my job but looking for greener pastures so that i can earn more and lead the race. The rat-run is still on for me and I hope I win it in no time. Its more of a responsibility now that is starting to grow and Its no more fun. A man of the multinational now not the multiplexes.

At forty years of age: My kids are growing as I wanted them to and so is my influence at work. Looking at becoming a senior manager soon but need to work harder for it. As a senior manager I will be earning even more and can save more for my two kids. My parents are getting older and it is important to keep them happy and also make sure that they have health insurance. My new duplex that I have planned has come out well but invested heavily on it. Life is smooth now as always but the race is still on and some catching up has to be done.

At fifty years of age: Its too easy now. My elder one has almost settled and my younger one is still at college. My wife and I are planning vacations all over the world now before we get older. It went on just as I planned and life seems to be perfect. It feels great when my children are coming of age and its my planning and execution of things that gave them a good future as I wanted. I spent the first half of my life struggling for me and the next half struggling for my family and it paid off. This is what I term as success and for the world and myself

I AM SUCCESSFUL

At sixty years of age : Everyone is settled now at faraway places and playing with grand children when we go on a vacation to their place gives me immense pleasure. My children take good care of me and I have a loving wife, it still seems perfect but there is something missing in my life. Something which I never cared of or something I ignored for a very long time. Something which I still don't realize is making me spend sleepless nights. I should figure it out soon.

At seventy years of age : SOCIETY. I haven't thought about the people living around me. Right from when I was five year old and the roots of selfishness started to grow. It grew and became a big tree and only my family benefited from its branches. Only we had the fruits and only we took shelter under it but no one. How can the world call me a successful man when I took everything from it and never returned anything. Helping,caring,sharing and finally loving everyone is what makes a man successful. I hardly get to see people coming to my house and spending time with us and these people will soon forget me as soon as i perish. Its my fault and at the closing pages of my life I realize the real essence of life " society gives its share to everyone who are born and everyone uses these resources, But the ones who in return pay back to the society through their actions are the ones who are eternal and successful" . These are my footprints on the sands of time which keep reminding me for the rest of my life that I am a failure. I cannot change time,wish I could.

I CAN SEE GOD

I can see god in the only bright radiation that touches the earth everyday without which the world would die in darkness like the impure minds of bad men.

I can see god in those tiny droplets coming from the sky hitting u with a great velocity and spreading joy across the world except for the ones who drive while they come.

I can see god in the nature which is the collection of the most beautiful things in the world and which is most uncertain, yet teaches me that all days are not the same and the dog's day is yet to come.

I can see god in a farmer who gives me the healthiest and the most nutritious food irrespective of whether he eats it or not.

I can see god in all the machines around me which constantly keep trying to make me more lazy and less tiring.

I can see god in the labor because we are the ones who add the physical dimension to the wonderful innovative thoughts that arise in an intellectual's mind.

I can see god in all the bad things that I do as they constantly remind me that learning from them and getting better is the only option left.

I can see god in my all my friends who are the best creatures in this world and would be the first to help me out when my going gets tough.

I can see god in ROGER for the man he is and also the fact he proves constantly " NOBODY DISLIKES PERFECTION"

I can see god in my grandmother who is an abode of hard work and patience.

and finally

I can see god in the man who has taught me how to live by example from the day i was born and also who makes a difference in whatever he does and that lady who still wakes up and starts her work at 5 in the morning each and everyday just to make sure that her kids and family remain comfortable and happy for the next eighteen hours to come.

These are just to mention a few but the fact is that GOD is everywhere around you.

Watch out with BIG eyes.

fish market

i heard this analogy used in schools especially when children scream a lot,make a lot of noise, make the class untidy , fight with each other and all.. once when the teacher enters the class and looks at the rubbish around she would shout at the top of her voice and say " stop talking!!! is this a class or a FISH MARKET?" i know this because i have heard this a lot of times from my teachers but was always wondering how a fish market would be( i am a veggie).. but i have come across something that would or that can easily replace the so called fish market analogy.. it would be better off comparing such untidy ,unorganized,greedy,noisy or a selfish bunch to the MEDIA rather than a fish market...

its very important for a person to know whats happening around him, (let it be about the country,city ,trade ,movies, sports, entertainment, health, classifieds, advertisements etc )based on these things that person analyses many thing and plans accordingly his future , his priorities etc.. for example if the weather forecast for the day says that it is going to rain he would be well prepared for that.. if one would say that the stocks are going up he would try and buy a few . if there is a bandh or something then he would skip work and all.. ........ so it is very important that one comes to know all these things ACCURATELY .. so the only medium of communication available for getting this stuff is a medium called MEDIA or say the news channels and the newspapers... am sure no one can make a move on any particular issue without relying on this medium of communication... this medium of giving access to information to the general pubic is very very important ... it goes hand in hand with our lives.. anything wrong with this can change the dimensions of our lives both horizontally and vertically..

but we have reached a point where dimensions don't matter anymore just like the information... from the days of highest standards it has crumbled to a new low level of selling news just like fish... from the stage of great ethics to a stage where blackmailing and bartering news has become the prime mover... from the hands of freedom fighters and great leaders into the hands of factionists and liquor contractors... once a strength to the public has become a puppet in the hands of power mongers.. once the most consistent weapon has become more inconsistent than the Indian batting order ... once the voice of the nation has turned into the voice of the ones who turn tables for their selfish interests... can we still call it the fourth estate or is it gifting estates as a return for manipulation ?? can we still get accurate and reliable news from all the media houses?? can we get impartial news anymore??

NO....

POWER... this is the disease that has affected the media and the above mentioned are the symptoms and causes... there is no cure for this disease and its spreading very fast and corrupting everything around... the media is one of the victims but its hitting everything badly leading us into the world of uncertainty... POWER is like a trap, in the beginning you seem to be under control but once you're totally into it you dont even know whether you are trapped or you have trapped.... and the media as mentioned , has become a fish market where every seafood(news) has its own price and season , once the right price comes and the time is ripe then innocent fishes( innocent victims) become the prey....

recent lalit modi stuff,sania mirza episode,analysis on different things, the way the media behaved during 26/11, the way they started publishing redundant news and how this entire thing is blown out of proportion for viewer ship adds more fuel to the existing fire which is taking thid disease to an advanced level... PREVENTION IS BETTER THAN CURE but news cannot be prevented and its better off finding the cure for this...

PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN A SWORD.... its important we start training our young pens from the basics .. make these pens tough at the learning stage itself by training them vigorously with swords called truth and protecting them with armors called sincerity.... these pens should work with team mates like credibility and destroy opponents like greediness... work on plain white sheets which symbolize purity than the colored disguised filth that can never become fair... its only with such pens that great battles have been won without spilling a drop of blood and we need such pens again today to fight an even bigger opponent and crush it before it can crush us into deeper shit.. so the future of the fish market analogy, whether it stays or is replaced, is in the hands of a PEN and how its works from now on...

someone like roger for me

blue half sleeve shirt with a navy blue tie.. some extra weight than others around .. in the assembly with all smiles even though a bit nervous.. we all were very much anxious about our new teacher more specifically our new quizzing teacher... my first impression was not such a great one... was in fact not happy with the change... but one thing about him was that he was very different and charming than all the others who shared space with him that day at the assembly... based on my first impression i never thought that having acquaintance with him would have such a profound impact on me... but it happened...

he introduced himself as ANIRBAN SEN( pronounced it as ONIRBAN in bengali accent) and we headed straight to work that day at the library.. i remember the very first thing he told me... it was about how the garment bikini was named... and the second thing he shared was about the port mombassa... i mean we were really shocked at his knowledge on varied subjects... he took us by surprise by answering each and every question we shot at him... and it started at that moment that day... i have finally met somebody who was full of surprises ....

raja and i were selected for bharat ke aat a quiz show and we were trained under sir... we had some really great times together... i still remember those days when we ate just outside the school in a small hut.. the days when we had work till 8 in the nite... the things that sir told me wen we were riding on his splendour.. things that happened during our sports day and especially when we visited calcutta n shillong along with sir for the quiz...

for me sir is like a walking book... one can learn so many things from a book by just looking at the cover page and i tried to do just that... he was so very different from the rest i have met.. so real, so friendly , so simple, so patient and more than anything he is so charming.. he thought me how to go about different things .. he had simple answers even for the most difficult problems at that time..

i asked him one day while travelling to school late in the night (to take some printouts )about why he was at Hyderabad leaving everything behind at his hometown where he could get an even better job, have a better everything than here, and i still dint forget his answer(il save it for myself)... superb asalu... all of us used to have great fun with him .. he was more of a mentor to us than anything...

finally dis is the first time am not getting enough words to share what i feel ... he is jst such an amazing man .... the only non hypocrite in those days and i have learnt to be a non hypocrite from him... learnt to be frank .. learnt how to talk to people.. learnt how to be nice.. learnt how to broaden my horizon of thought...learnt how to face tough challenges... infact learnt how to live happily all time... derz only one name that strikes me when some asks me about my inspiraton os the one who had a lot of impact and the only name that comes to my mind after my parents is sir.. i call him my godfather near my friends and the reason i am happy all time nowadays is because of him .... therez only 1 person who i want to be like in ths world and thats sir... its been six yrs since i spoke to him ( the last time being august 3rd 2004) but still i remember everything.... MACHO MAN... he always wanted to be an mba and am glad he is one today... and finally he is someone with a big heart and one of the best products from DA MARTINIA... the one from prince anwar shah , choton , arindham and i fogot the other names are his best pals but i am proud to say that i am his best FAN n he is my best mentor... ( ive skipped office today jst after anirban sir accepted my frnds request on fb and felt like writing about someone who had been like a driving force even without him knowing and am sure he dint forget me... bye guys .. back to work)

my diary

shit ... rest for a little time and finally our work started today early in the morning... last week has been a bit rusty just like the days to come ... my partner and i were very eager about the day in hand.. our boss not at all a good man when he comes to our work... we do so much for him bearing all the pain but still we don't get enough respect from him.. he is as arrogant as ever when he deals with us just like today morning... we had a tough time getting ready for our work.. some special attention was given to the rough patches and the dirt that couldn't hide itself from viewing.i don't know how clean he is but he wants us to be neat and clean before we start for work.. so it took a lot of time before we were clean and ready to go...

its really tight once our work starts especially those initial moments when my boss tries to settle down... he was ready to go with us and he was driving his own car today which made our work more difficult... my partner was like "shit, when he drives he needs me more than u bloody" and i was like ya that's true but i have my own share to come later... he also has this bad habit of attending calls while driving... we had our mouth in our hands while he did so... our problem is that we were getting old and our boss is also not very happy with us... when we were young and we started working , we were very sharp and we would work very really well under pressure giving some extra cushion to him.. even we were excited about our work .. as days progressed we got the original taste of our work.. it was not like those smooth beginning days where we were taken care off.. as my boss got used to us he started straining us ... we worked extra time every day along with him and in fact took more stress than him at times.. we protected our boss from shit a lot of times but we were in deep shit because of his recklessness... not that we are complaining but its equally or more tough for us to work out there in the hot sun as ours is more of an outdoor job...

our boss parked his car and entered his office.. one good thing about this job is that we get to meet a lot of people and also visit a lot of places.. sometimes we are proud of our boss because we could visit some very historic places just because we work for a rich boss.. our experience was the best when we set our foot in the thar desert on a less sunny day and was worst when we assisted our boss in his trekking on the foothills of the himalayas... but thanks to him anyhow we could taste the best and the holiest water at haridwar and purified ourselves... coming back to today's work we weren't that busy today as our boss eased us a little bit in the afternoon and he came early back home... thank god...

nowadays i am really worried my job.. i think it'll come to an end soon as we are wearing away quickly ... the more experience we get the more chance of us getting fired... once we are fired there's nobody who is going to care for us... but as long as we work we give our best..

I forgot to tell who we are.. you people call us shoes and we always come in pairs.. we do our best for u and what we expect is a little more respect and some smoothness while dealing.. we can live without u but its difficult for u to live without our community.. we are better than your best friends in a way.. we know each and every secret of yours better than your shadow and we are a part and each and every shit , also good things at times ... I think I've spoken a lot after coming early from work today... but this is the way we feel.. I'll try and get some sleep now and one last thing.. we would be even more happy to be a part of history through you and that's only possible when you can create history when we are at your service .. even we are proud of your achievements as you are the one who created us... good night..

authors note: inspired by Jeffrey Archer

INGLORIOUS BASTERDS

13 December 2001,the clock just passed the half way mark on its way to 12, and everyone at that particular place were immersed in their daily chores. A white ambassador car entered the premises just like the thousand odd other cars and was heading straight to a place as if the final destination was already in their mind. It cleared the most important security post and was ready to hit the heartthrob... the car came to a halt by hitting another car in the front.. and the perpetrators who were ready to carry out the most dramatic assault got out with their rifles.suddenly they opened fire trying to cross their second barrier .. thanks to kamlesh kumari who spotted the goons first and other security personnel for bringing the attackers down before their mission was accomplished in a 40 min combat, the mission of turning the powerhouse of India into a burial ground, the mission of entering a place where the future of the country is decided. the mission of embarrassing the biggest democracy and the mission of breaking through into the office of 545 most eligible people in the nation. THE MISSION OF ATTACKING THE INDIAN PARLIAMENT.. .. totally seven security personnel sacrificed their lives in this process of saving the FACE OF THE NATION from shame...India has escaped its biggest embarrassment ever in its history on 13 December 2001 when i was 13 years n busy celebrating my sisters birthday... i call them INGLORIOUS BASTERDS

on that day itself i asked my cousin brother "who did it".. the 6 year old kid gave the exact answer whats running in your mind... if it was for any other country it would surely have led to a war.. but we Indians value peace more than our prestige and non violence more than any other nonsense... and also the age old saying "LAW WILL TAKE ITS ON COURSE"... so v have stuck to our basics ( no offences against anyone).. there were some raised fingers and some suspects who masterminded this assault were arrested after some very good effort by the police.. law took its own course and death sentence was awarded to the main conspirator MOHAMMAD AFZAL GURU...

afzal guru was a very notorious terrorist who graduated from the delhi university and who is supposed to have links with Lashkar-e-toiba and Jaish-e-mohammad the two leading terror organisations.. he was the one who supplied ammunition, vehicles and also the required preparation before the attack.. so watever he has done comes under national treason and th e ones who try to cheat their nation have to be severely punished and that what the supreme court did... The judgment mentions:

"The incident, which resulted in heavy casualties, has shaken the entire nation and the collective conscience of the society will be satisfied if the capital punishment is awarded to the offender."

The sentence was to be carried out on 20th October 2006 to one of the most notorious criminal in modern times ., one who has put his country at stake for his own ambitions and the one who was partially responsible for the death of his 7 innocent brothers killed in the battle... i call afzal guru INGLORIOUS BASTERD

today 5th May 2010 , with utmost shame i am writing this article , with a shame that the death sentence is not carried out, with the shame that the convict is happily resting in the jail .with the shame that justice is still not delivered to the families of the killed and with a shame about the inability of my country to dispose off its offender..

there is a lot of debate about whether clemency has to be given or not to afzal... and his clemency plea is still under consideration right from the time when kalam was the president but the decision is still pending.... y is it pending?? isn't India ready for a capital punishment for afzal?? if so y?? is it because of the community that he belongs to or is it because of the vote bank politics related to his community?? if it is the community under question den can justice be delivered equally to the entire country??? is it the crime only under question or even the community of the criminal??

hypocrisy at its best "we call ourselves as one of the leaders in the fight against terrorism but cannot even implement a death sentence to a terrorist" what is stopping us or who is stopping us??? the answer is again HUNGER.. but this time HUNGER FOR POWER... the votes of a particular section of the society have tied down our hands, but there is one thing these hypocrites shud remember most of these hypocrites wouldnt be among us today had those terrorists marched into the parliament so we are protecting the one who was a major threat to our life for POWER... POWER ABSOLUTELY CORRUPTS, CORRUPTS US TO SUCH AN EXTENT THAT WE DONT EVEN CARE FOR OUR OWN LIVES..... i call them INGLORIOUS BASTERDS

If this is the way terrorists are treated in India then there is a greater chance of many more 26/11's, what we need to do first is take a stricter action against the accused in terrorist activities.. we need to send a strong message to our neighbors and other terrorist organisations that " u lay your hand on us and be sure that u become a handicapped", ones we start chopping those hands then nobody would even dare to put a finger.. tolerance is the virtue of every Indian by nature but not at the cost of national security. the same tolerance would turn into turbulence if our lives are at stake every single day leading to internal riots and communal clashes... JUSTICE has to be delivered equally to all.. let it be dhananjay pande naduram godse or mohammad afzal ... lets not make a mockery of ourselves and the democracy because its we who face the consequences not the hypocrites.. food to eat, water to drink ,shelter to live and peace of mind to sleep .. thats only wat everyone wants.. we have the first three problems right from our independence and now the last one too coz of terrorists... be courageous and implement JUSTICE.. thats what all i can say ... i have written this just one day before the verdict on mohd. ajmal kasab( accused in 26/11 case) eagerly awaiting the result... and once again salute all those people who have sacrificed their lives in the fight against teorroism... lets wake up indians to put these INGLORIOUS BASTERDS to sleep...

in this world we boast about technology, boast about sending man to the mars, boast about security, boast about science , boast about preventing things like SARS AIDS etc, boast about sporting developments, boast about missiles, boast about power,boast about our satellites and so many other things, it seems like we are living in a really perfect world without any complications with all the luxuries and comforts surrounding us

Is it true that i am a part of the same world in which this boy lives is what i asked myself when i saw this picture... what is the biggest problem that the world is facing today?? the ones that come first to our mind are terrorism , racism,drug mafia, AIDS etc... but one problem dominates all these things coz the other problems are born just to satisfy this one thing HUNGER

according to a recent united nations estimate , out of 6.7 billion people living in this world 1.02 billion people are hungry .. a number as high as the indian population dont have food to eat in this world, an even bitter fact is that a person dies of hunger related disease every 3.6 seconds in this world and the most annoying thing is that 75 percent of those dying are children.. 24000 young lives are lost everyday because of HUNGER...

yes, hunger is the biggest complication in the world, it is more complicated than fear and pain. We think fear and pain are the biggest complications because most of us havent faced hunger, hardly a day passes without eating food, but in some parts of the world there are people who hardly eat once in a week. imagine a day in our lives where we are left in a place where there is no food and water , it would be such a horrific situation but the sad thing is that the world is facing such a problem everyday.

i want to tell a real life story that happened very recently, there was a boy jst like the one in the pic. one would find him everyday near lb nagar bus stand roaming around, oneday jst like all other days he was roaming in that area and my frnd happened to be there, he was very weak as usual and nobody bothered much .. after somtime my frnd who was at the bus stand observed a small gathereing around somthing, without hiding his anxiety he went to that place to check out what had happened,, that lil boy was lying on the ground with ahalf eaten banana in his hand,, he was dead and he died of hunger. lets decide for ourselves on this , are we really that selfish that we couldnt do anything to that kid,, i think the only reason the world lost that kid was our unawareness on hunger.

HUNGER is one thing in this world that doesnt have an answer or an alternative. I really find a selfish reason to pray and thank god everyday for the food that i get and making my stomach full. we do all knds of things in this world and all the trades start and end at only one point "keeping our stomachs full" but we havent succeded in this aspect... lets join hands in this fight against hunger and prove that we are all brothers on this earth by caring and sharing for the unprivileged.

memiors of a school boy part 2

thats how his fourth birthday went and ram was eagerly waiting for his fifth not only for the party but also for his "give somthing and get somthing bigger" concept and thats how children are... and the special day arrived again after a yearlong wait.. generally the pattern of the birthdays dont change at kids level... its the same old going to the temple v go to year after year, distributing the similar candies to friends, and the boring party in d evng with the same guests and thats exactly how ram celebrated his fifth.. but the difference here was this time he himself gave away the candies at the temple very enthusiastically and this year he got a chocolate box frm his uncle ... more than that box he was glad that his chocolate-candy theory was really working..." time and tide wait for none but its seems like our happy times run very quickly and the less happy ones are too slow but the most anxious times are those wen we wait" for something like ram waiting for his sixth.. but here came the actual twist.. he did exactly the same things but missed a hatrick chocolate box that time as he dint receive one from the guests that evening... ram was very surprised as he believed in his theory and was very confused actually about what went wrong... he was expecting the bigger thing very badly but didnt get one.. den he went to the only person who could solve the puzzle in his mind and asked " momma i did exactly as i did last yr, i distributed sweets near the temple exactly as i did last year but i didnt get my chocolate box momma, i was waiting for it from a....." he couldnt complete sentence as he expressed his disappointment in d form of tears rolling from his eyes...he tried to hide them but they were even smarter as they rushed out his eyes... as always his mom was immersed in d act of consoling the child ...

after the boy stopped crying his mom explained " we should never expect anything in return for the good things we do beta"

just as his mom was about to finish her sentence the boy retorted " but momma it was you only who told that you get something bigger in return after giving something"

"yes i told that to u and that is true beta, but for your fourth birthday you didnt expect anything for the good thing you did and u got ur box.. last year also u were not expecting much..."

"yes but i was keen about whether i would get something big" the son disrupted

" you were keen but you didnt expect that you would get something, but this time you were very sure u would get something and u didnt.. beta remember this,""for the good things we do , better things are bound to happen to us, but dont do good things for getting the better things"" as u did this time, its a very good thing that u did by distributing sweets to children who do not even have a home like us. who cannot celebrate birthdays like wat we do.. who cannot buy cheetos like u do everyday and who cannot play with tazos, isnt it a good thing u did by treating them equally with your friends, how happy they must have felt wen u gave them candies , so dont expect anything wen u do good things beta.. u shud be very happy for celebrating your birthday like dis.. did u understand?"

he nodded a yes and left the room thinking more about the cheetos and tazos sentences which his mother spoke... thinkng about it he slept very quickly that day...

for his next birthday he had all the different things in his mind that his mom told him but wen he saw the children near the temple he forgot everything.. this time he gave away sweets very happily and he also recommended cheetos for them. the difference was that there wasnt a party at his home that day so he too dint expect anything but he was really happy because for the first time he realized that he was doing a good thing and "when you really feel that you are doing somthing good the happiness makes you forget your expectations". so it was a great happy for him at school, as soon as the auto man dropped him at his gate in the evng he found a new thing before his door and as wondering who the awaiting guest inside his home was.. we he went inside, it was his dad waiting with the keys in his hand waitinf to give them to his son... that was the best surprise gift he got till then," the superbike" of every kid

a new "bicycle"

the moral of the story "better things are bound to happen but dont wait for them"

and an even important thing

"u can expect the unexpected things that mite happen for the good and bad things you do, but never their magnitude, so its better off not expecting

memoirs of a school boy... part 1

now i want to narrate a story and i hope it'll make some sense.....

i know of a boy called ram right from his childhood, he was a very naughty boy when he was a kid ,as all mothers do, his mother used to love him very much and his dad was also very friendly... he was 3 yrs old and his parents decided to admit him into a school and they chose st andrews high school.. ram was the naughtiest boy in the class but very bright too.. his mother used to train him in his subjects in d house and he had a very good time in the school,, den one day it was his birthday , birthdays are very special especially for kids.. he started off his birthday with a great hug and a kiss from his mom and he was excited about distributing candies to his 30 odd friends in the class... he wanted to select the candies and on the way to school his mom stopped in front of a shop and they went, selected and took candies... but dis 4 yr old guy was surprised and asked his mom " mummy when there are only thirty two friends in my class why did you take 50 chocolates instead of 33?". then his mom replied "i'l tel you in a while beta", and then she took him to a temple in order to offer prayer and seek blessings from god.. after having prasadam and while coming out his mom opened the pack of candies and told ram " i have taken extra candies so that you can distribute these candies to these friends" pointing out to the less privileged ones sitting near the temple,, but ram didn't understand and asked his mom "but they are not my friends mummy and i never play with them", then his mummy told him one of the most important lines which he never forgot " u give these chocolates to these people and you will get even more chocolates back" , the boy dint understand a word his mom said , she explained again " u give something to somebody even though its very small and in return you will get something very big " , still the boy didn't understand a word but he gave away candies as told by his mother... then he went to school and at the end of a happy day at school he came back home and was getting ready to cut the cake .. the grand parents of that boy and some close family friends were invited.. once the cake was cut and the celebration started the first gift he received was from his maternal grandmother.. ram was very happy and was very curious to open the gift wrap but waited till all the others finished giving them.. later he was involved in playing with the children who came for the party .. the party was over and everyone left .. ram felt sleepy but he suddenly remembered the gifts.. other gifts didn't interest him but the one from his grand mother did... he carefully opened the gift wrap and there was a box inside it.. he opened the box and was surprised to see his favourite and the best chocolates it contained .. he was so happy and started shouting in happiness.. he ate one that day and was thinking about how many more days would the contents in the box last.. and finally before going to bed he went to his mom , hugged her with his little soft hands and said "you give something to someone and in return you would get something bigger" and then he kissed his mom good night and dozed off....

for the boy the candies which he gave to the beggars were "something to someone" and the big chocolate box was "something bigger" which he got in return...

there are two important things that we can learn from dis story

1) u give anything and in return am sure you will get something more than what u gave... let it be in terms of luck money gifts or more importantly HAPPINESS

2) this is the most important common fact " CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME"

to be continued.....

my god

today i want to write about the best thing thing tht hapnd in the world the best thing god created or say the best thing forever... i am talking about a character which knows only how to love, am talking about the only character who finds success in not wat she has achieved.. i am talking about a character whose love can move mountains and am talking about the only character who is always a part of the only permanent relationship in the world... yes i am talking about "mother".... the only emotion i think i have or the only sentiment... i am speaking not only about my mom but about mom in general.. my mom is my god and for i think 99 percent of the guys out there it is the same about thier mothers... i always wonder rite from the days v have evoluted wat makes this relation so special and so real and i found out that the secret lies in the womb and the mystery begins there... the moment the first cry comes out from u will be the i dont even know wat to call becoz the most happy moment will also be a very tiny way of experssing wat mothers feel..quoting abdul kalam in dis context"THE ONLY MOMENT UR MOTHER WOULD BE LAUGHING WHEN U CRIED WAS WEN U WERE BORN" tht explains it... and from then u have earned the best status of all that is being a child... i call it the best status bcoz ur made to feel that way under her care... wen ppl tel me about my childhood about how my mummy took care of me i dont know how to react... 1 thng every mother has in common is vision and dis vision is very important the future of every child lies on it... evry mother visualises about the thing she wants to do for her son , the things her son would do in return d way she wants her son to be n stuff... personally for me my mom is greatest person in d world( every child feels d same)... i dont want to be more elaborate on dis bcoz wat i feel is universal... i have quoted in my previous post tht the soul aim of the entire mankind is to "MAKE THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE IN" and this process starts frm ur first and the best teacher... as days go by as we grow older an older we tend to get into a different world of distractions from the only world we knew once upon a time "the world of mother"and may be our mothers feel that there is a slight distance increasing... its our responsibility to make sure how much our mother means to us and by doing so we can rejuvenate our mothers and give them enough strength for a very long time.. ive titled dis post as god bcoz thats the most superlative thng word ive known tht exists in dis world after mother... id like to sign off by quoting chaganti koteswara rao garu "there is only 1 person in dis world whom u can never be thankful in ur lifetime and dats ur mom" .. lov u mom as always...

both sid n me

dancing to the tunes

From the dark clouds waiting to condense

From the gods as a saviour and a blessing

From the unending skies as a gift of nature

From the prayers of millions in need

Into the land of bankrupt peasants

Into the rivers flooding with happiness

Into the streets of the most unwanted

Into the world to cure all the diseases

The moment those tiny droplets kiss the land

The moment those tiny droplets turn into noise

The moment those tiny droplets fulfill the needs

The moment those tiny droplets halt the normal life

Then my heart pounds with excitement

Then the birds sing their favorite numbers

Then the winds roar with thirst

Then the whole world dances to the tunes of the rain

UNDER ACHIEVERS

yesterday once again as always wen i meet akil , the word wavelength often came to my mind... we spoke watever you call openhearted or straight talk sort of stuff after a very long time... I can write about so many other things or so many other people but i want to tell something about akil before i lose my flow... if i have to use one correct word to describe him it would be "UNDER ACHIEVER"... I am 21 yrs may i haven't seen much of the world but in my little word akil is d best guy Ive seen and am sure that even my unconscious talks during my sleep wouldn't let that statement down... what makes him so very different from the others is his expression of thought.. that's so good at times even an enemy would fall into the trap of his words.. another good thing is his powerful usage of the language he communicates in.. if 1 wants to know how to win an argument or how to get out with an upper hand even in the most difficult or rather what you call the unfamiliar territory, learn it from him.. very few guys have dis.. Ive lost the sequence dude(I'll come back).. I think Ive seen almost all his different phases d best and the worst but believe me even his worst phase would be a dream phase for many guys.. i call him a "self dabba" fellow but deep within my heart i feel that whatever he speaks about himself are still under rated.. he is something more than that... now u mite be surprised y is dis fellow talking about akil so much.. people call him eccentric i think or what u call hyperactive or what ever many adjectives they have in their mind about him.. so i want to just tel 1 thing that akil is in a very wrong place .. for me he doesn't belong to this common league of u n me and from that point the whole argument starts.. i call him an underachiever because he hasn't realized even 10 percent of his potential.. i firmly believed that he is cut out for bigger things or u can say better things.. the league of schumachers sachins kalams and federers(ur fb says)... these guys have entered that league with their hard-work dedication and passion and besides its their commitment which makes them different from the rest... very few people can go there and those who have that potential to be there but don't realize it are called under achievers... so its for you to decide in which league u want to in the next 30 yrs.. i would prefer the latter... u have lost your way and your in a wrong place rite now i hope u get back to your rite destination... i have written this as a wake up call for 1 person and if he still doesn't wake up den one day as a part of the common man league he would be writing the same sort of thing to other underachievers... for all those guys out there ,realizing your potential is very important because that's what drives you constantly to the only aim of the entire mankind that is to "MAKE THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE IN" and only we can do that... and this is only for u akil " DON'T LET ME DOWN" and finally my brother " DON'T LET ME DOWN" because i would love to hate myself one day for calling both of ul underachievers.... il end it of with a famous quote from swami vivekananda " ARISE AWAKE AND STOP NOT TILL THE GOAL IS REACHED" love u all....